"Ughhh..."
I opened my eyes, my head aching a little.
I looked down—damn, I was tied to a wooden post.
"??"
Realizing I'd been captured by some grotesque creature, I tried to move, but nothing worked.
This place... probably its home? Looked like a dump, honestly.
Then I heard a noise.
A pig-headed monster walked in, dragging two bodies and dumped them onto a haystack.
Those were the two simps… Poor bastards.
"So… where's the third one? Missing already?"
I really hoped not. Best case, he made it back to the squad and called for backup—to save ME!
Footsteps echoed as more pig-heads appeared.
They stared hungrily at the bodies like they were about to feast.
'Please, I've seen enough cannibal crap for a lifetime, spare me…' I sweated nervously.
Then something happened that I didn't expect.
Well—I kinda did, but I didn't think they'd actually go that far.
Their cloth wraps dropped. Exposing... things I wish I never saw.
Great. Did the author seriously add extra tags on top of the NTR mess?
"The body's still warm."
"Use it now, before it smells worse than you."
"Look who's talking."
Oh lovely, they talk too—AND—OH MY GOD MY EYES.
I shut my eyes tight. Didn't wanna see the nightmare unfold.
It was nasty. Like "2 Girls 1 Cup" level nasty—okay maybe not that bad, but still!
Then one of them walked up to me, grinning and adjusting his voice.
"Oi mate, ya feel hot?"
"Huh?"
"If ya feel hot, take this bo'oh o' wa'er."
He handed me a bottle of water—even though I was still tied up.
Dude had a full-on British accent, what the hell?
Seeing I couldn't grab it, he laughed.
"Haha! I'm really dumz, innit? I'll help ya!"
"Wait, hold on—"
He jumped like an NBA player, held the bottle like a basketball and dunked it straight into my mouth.
Gulp gulp gulp
I coughed hard. He smiled.
"Ya really enjoyed it, mate?"
"Hell no."
"Ahh, don't be a tsundere."
Okay, I was starting to fear this guy.
"Why are you... suddenly being nice to me? Instead of throwing me in with the others?"
"Oh! You think I'm sparing you?"
He chuckled, patting my shoulder.
"Nah mate, I'm saving you for dessert. You're… reproductively viable, after all."
…Huh?
"R-reproductively what?? What do you mean??"
"Actually, we reproduce by **** and ********* onto human males. They'll give birth through *****."
...
Help.
"Oh right, we used to have females, but they were too annoying, so we made them extinct. Now it's just the bros making each other happy, ya feel me mate?"
Save me.
"But don't worry—it's not like we're forcing you..."
He smiled.
"It's what we want, mate."
...
SAVE. ME. NOW.
"Aw yeah, that felt good. Bit messy though."
The others had finished… whatever they were doing and turned to me.
"Now then..."
They drooled as I teared up.
"AGHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
They brought down the post and rushed at me.
They yanked off my pants, revealing my Hello Kitty underwear.
But for some weird reason… they couldn't take the undies off. No matter what they tried.
I gritted my teeth, doing everything to keep it from sliding off.
Some others tried to take off my armor, but failed.
"Huh? What the hell is this guy wearing?"
"Wait! I've got an idea!"
He raised both hands and started tickling my feet and armpits.
'YOU SICK BASTARDS!!!'
"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
I lost strength—and they managed to slide the undies down.
"Haha! Let's see how cute it is..."
And then…
They froze.
One stared. Another came closer. Also froze.
...
They all stared. Then broke into a sweat.
I stared back, confused.
"I-Is that… normal for a human…?"
"T-That's just its flaccid state…?"
Bro, why you staring so hard??
I kicked the nearest one right in the face.
"Ah!"
I tried breaking the rope—turns out, these morons tied it like amateurs.
'Damn, could've escaped earlier.'
I got up, pulled the undies back on, and glared at them.
Once they snapped out of it, they looked at me like I was a prize-winning cow.
"With that size… the breeding potential must be incredible."
...I'm outta here. Nope. I'm done.
I threw on my coward boots and bolted.
The one who had almost caught the other guy was now chasing me—he was clearly faster than the rest.
Seeing him gaining, I zigzagged.
"?"
He seemed confused by my pattern, then smirked and swung a punch.
Too bad, dumbass—he missed.
I took the chance and kicked.
But instead of hurting him, my leg broke.
...
Also, the moment I attacked, my boots' passive escape skill got disabled.
Yeah, they're for running, not fighting. Engage in combat = no boost.
I looked up at him as he scratched his neck.
"So weak… I wonder how many hours you'll last in mating."
"Come on, man—spare me."
"No sparing. I'll savor you first!"
I'm SCREWED. Why's my regen not kicking in?!
But before anything else happened—
A black spear came flying, stabbing into the pig monster's skull, making it reel backward.
Footsteps thundered in.
A man in full armor appeared in front of the creature.
Through the tiny slits in his helmet, I saw pure madness in his eyes.
"Fresh blood…"
He yanked out the spear and slashed its shoulder.
"GAUHHAHJSDK!" the monster screamed as blood gushed out.
But the man didn't care.
He shoved the spear down—from the shoulder to the gut—blood sprayed all over his armor.
SLASH!
The monster was sliced. Blood exploded everywhere.
He panted heavily, steam rising from his helmet.
"More… I want more… the smell of BLOOD!!!"
"Ayo chill," I muttered, sweating.
A true maniac had arrived.