I secretly waved a tiny goodbye, my gaze fixed on the distance.
There, Number Two stood, raising his arms in a gesture of thanks before slipping into the shadows of the alley, his figure rustling away.
Abigail's advice had been spot on. As soon as I was taken into the city afterward, Number Two began tapping the back of his teeth nervously. So, I sneaked him out like this, away from prying eyes.
Abigail's incredible. I never would've thought to take the spider outside. I was about to drag it out and leave it in the corner of the cell, so it was a close call. She's definitely an elite.
Thinking about that elite, Abigail, losing herself to pleasure on my cock, I felt a sinister warmth pooling in my lower abdomen.
The men who've only seen Abigail in her crisp, professional attire—
Imagining them standing outside the prison, watching her devour me like a stallion, screaming, crying, and writhing in ecstasy, her stunning beauty on full display, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.
I'll let those men jerk off.
Abigail, drenched in my semen, continuing to feel pleasure. The men beyond the bars, furiously masturbating at the sight. She'd be overwhelmed by the gaze of dozens, hundreds of lustful eyes, her sensitivity skyrocketing, her cries of pleasure echoing louder. A hundred gazes, a hundred times the sensation. But the bars would keep any man from touching her. Those men, unable to do anything but watch her writhing in every position, would be frustrated yet unable to stop. The floor near the bars would be soaked with their semen. The men's heavy breathing wouldn't stop. And eventually, Abigail too would become intoxicated by the allure of being their fantasy. She'd realize she's the kind of woman who makes a hundred men kneel simultaneously. Do they all want to violate me that badly? As she basks in that sinful satisfaction, I'd relentlessly assault her with my relentless, unyielding rape. The humiliation play would continue until Abigail passed out. When she woke, her mind would be imprinted only with the memory of my powerful penis and my semen. She'd falsely believe that pleasure came from my cock alone. And so, craving a hundred times that ecstasy, she'd desire me even more. Yeah, it's thrilling. Once that training's done, next up is public street rape. This time, with thousands, tens of thousands of passing gazes, she'd awaken to climaxing madness—
Huh?!
—Wait, wait. If I get hard now, I'll be labeled a lolicon. I'm not a lolicon. I'm into all ages.
In my line of sight was a fox-girl, walking steadily.
We were in the middle of the alien city. I was following her through the streets.
As usual, I couldn't understand the language, so details were unclear, but according to instructions, I had to babysit this fox-girl.
A small sigh escaped from beneath the paper bag.
The fox-girl wasn't as afraid of me as she had been before. Naturally, passersby took a step back when they saw me, but she led the way, striding briskly with a determined air.
The fox-girl had fox ears beneath her beret, a fox tail, and vertically slit pupils. Otherwise, she was just like a human girl. Maybe middle or high school age. Her eyes were round, and when she smiled, she had a charming expression. I just wanted to cover her in my semen.
But it's fine. I'd been drained by Abigail just yesterday, so I'd be okay for the whole day. Holding her like this made Butcher's bottomless libido easier to control. It had that special effect.
By the way, we'd walked quite a bit since leaving the fox-girl's mansion. I wonder where we're going?
Lost in thought, I felt like a cat drawn to catnip, watching the fox-colored tail swaying in front of me and the small buttocks bouncing at its end.
Suddenly, a strange sound caught my ear.
Hmm…? What's this "Bmooo" sound? It�s strangely comforting.
Ah, the Minotaur shopkeeper.
We were in front of a butcher shop. The shopkeeper had spotted me walking by and called out. He was chatting familiarly with the fox-girl. That shopkeeper's well-connected.
The Minotaur shopkeeper said something to me, handed me a handful of grass, and laughed as he went back inside.
This grass… *munch munch*.
But this unidentified stuff is sticky, with a unique pungency and aroma. Once you get used to it, it's actually pretty good. It gives you energy. And your little friend too.
After walking around the city for a while, a large facility eventually appeared before us.
It was the kind of place I probably shouldn't enter.
The fox-girl walked through the gate without hesitation.
As I hesitated and stopped outside the gate, she said something, turned back, grabbed my finger, and pulled me inside.
Beyond the gate was a wide courtyard, and at its center stood a large building with red walls.
Just from this, I couldn't tell what kind of place it was, but the number of people passing through the gate—and their races—made it easy to guess. In other words—
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
A loud voice rang out. I looked—ah, flaxen hair. Pointed ears. That elf girl from before.
She stared at me in shock, trembling as she pointed.
You okay? Did you manage to finish with dry humping back then? That's all I want to know.
A crowd quickly gathered. Everyone looked puzzled.
Of course. This is no place for Butcher to be.
The fox-girl and the elf girl were saying something to each other.
Then, from the restless crowd, two figures stepped forward.
One was a tanned girl. Short black hair, almost human in appearance. But when she opened her mouth, small fangs peeked out. And she was wearing very little clothing. Her hot pants were striking, and she had a healthy, fit body. Nice faintly visible abs. Gulp.
The other was a frilly, lady-like girl. But her expression was stern. Her semi-long, wavy red hair had two modest horns peeking out, and she had membranous wings on her back, along with a thick tail. Her pupils were vertically slit. Her gaze was sharp. Most of all, her physique was impressive. Her body wasn't thick, but her bones were clearly sturdy. Her arms, peeking out from her clothes, were toned, completely mismatched with her outfit.
No doubt about it. That lady is a dragonkin.
Birds and lizards have a cloaca, meaning their sex and waste openings are the same, but what about dragons? I'm curious. Show me, show me.
In full view of the crowd, the four of us stood there, arguing back and forth.
Then the fox-girl casually poked me from behind, nudging me forward.
Next, she pointed her finger sharply at the ladies.
"◇#□●★!"
She's probably saying something like, "Mow them down!" What's going on?
Silence. I didn't move.
In the awkward silence, the fox-girl turned to me, looking embarrassed, and pouted. She grabbed my finger and pulled me forward.
The three girls jumped back in fear. The fox-girl sniffed proudly, acting cool.
… A fox borrowing a tiger's might, or rather, a fox borrowing Butcher's might.
Apparently, the fox-girl had been in a strange mood today, happily dragging me along because she was looking forward to this.
—Ouch…
I felt a heavy impact. Looking down, the dragon girl had kicked my thigh with full force.
What's she doing? Doing that to Butcher is really dangerous. Look, the elf girl and the tanned girl are covering their mouths, looking pale. And that kick had some power. As expected of a dragonkin.
She showed no fear of me, boldly stepping close and confronting the fox-girl. The fox-girl looked a bit outmatched, her hands raised defensively.
Another kick. The dragon girl stomped her foot directly at me this time.
Even through my apron, that hurt… My stomach went "Zun!" She's not holding back just because it's Butcher, huh?
… If it were my kick, I could've turned your insides into tomato juice. Want to cough up that much blood?
I kicked silently.
At the tree behind the dragon girl.
With a "Gopa!" sound, the trunk exploded.
The thick tree fell with a crack, the ground shaking, dust flying. Everyone stood in shock.
The fox-girl, quickly recovering, pushed my apron, trying to pull me back with an "Ehh, ehh!"
As my master, her judgment's a bit slow. If I'd meant to, that girl would be dead. Feel free to use me however you like, but be careful how you handle me, okay? Treat me like an explosive.
The sound of a bell rang out.
Someone herded the chaotic crowd.
The elf girl pushed the furious dragon girl, who was baring her fangs, away. The fox-girl, called by the tanned girl, walked off with her.
Just before entering the facility, the fox-girl beckoned me.
… Is it okay to go in?
If my guess is right, this is a school.
And isn't this a girls' school?
The last place a sex monster like Butcher should be allowed.
I can hear the footsteps of a school panic horror.