*(Note: Contains intense scenes.)*
Her face looked so good now.
She's so cute…
I want to take her right now…
I'll punch her face, make her scream in pain, and skewer her with my scorching butcher lance. I'll burn her insides to a crisp. I'll pour my cursed seed deep into her womb and crush her dignity completely! She won't stop fighting back, but that's perfect! Once I've broken her soul, I'll tear apart her lifeless body piece by piece!
The butcher's unholy roar echoed across the cloudless blue sky.
"That's enough."
Suddenly, I felt the tip of a sword against my neck. Startled by the cold touch, I looked up. At the edge of my blood-red vision—now tainted by the butcher's savagery—I saw the demon officer pointing his sword at me.
My throat clicked unconsciously. A fierce killing intent rose like steam from my shoulders.
Denied again. This is what pisses me off the most. What do they think I am? I'm human, not a beast! How can they treat me like this?
Give me my offering!
…Maybe I should just kill everyone here and leave.
"Take that woman over there. She's a traitor. Violate her thoroughly, then eat her. Obey, and I'll give you more offerings, Butcher."
I glared at the offering.
The leopard-print woman lay on the ground. Well-built. Looks delicious.
…Well, she'll do.
I stepped away from Ursula and moved toward the leopard-print woman.
"…▽＃〆〓★▼, ◎§▼▼!"
The woman screamed something hateful at the demon officer.
I ripped her tight pants carelessly, choked her, and pinned her to the dirt. Pulling out my butcher lance—swollen with pent-up stress—from under my apron, I thrust it into her groin.
"Ghhh—"
The woman gasped for air.
Watching her face contort with terror and agony, I slammed into her brutally, savoring the pleasure for myself.
This woman's fate is already sealed. Unlike the women in my prison, she doesn't need a momentary dream. Every part of her—from her fingertips to her innards—is my offering.
"Aghh—!"
The white magma, boiling after what Ursula did to me, erupted inside the woman in an instant. Her belly swelled immediately.
A pleased sigh escaped my lips. I stretched out my dark tongue and licked her face. Salty.
Pink mucus—a mix of blood and semen—gushed backward from her groin.
This doubles the pleasure. Blood alone is too sticky and not as satisfying.
I wasn't finished yet, but it didn't matter. Ignoring it, I resumed thrusting, now slow and deliberate. With my engorged head, I tormented every fold of her vagina, pushing in with all my strength.
The square fell silent.
The aliens held their breath.
The only sound in the square was the smack of my meat.
Like tenderizing a steak seasoned with salt and pepper, I slapped the depths of her womb—now filled with my semen—again and again, making sure it soaked in.
Eating her when her soul is almost gone is best. Just as I take a bite, her soul rushes back to defend its place, and she starts screaming again—madly. It feels amazing.
As I indulged in my bestiality, something caught my eye: a figure in a cage, screaming louder than the rest.
While violently pistoning into the leopard-print woman, I turned my head. A man clutched the bars, crying. Probably someone she knows.
Watching him, I released my second load.
The leopard-print woman convulsed beneath me. Her silent screams had turned into incoherent moans—"Ahh… uh… ahh…"—as if she were a broken doll.
There are more offerings in those cages. The demon officer said he'd give me more. He's a reasonable guy. Probably not lying. This woman is just an appetizer. Let's move on.
I pulled my upper body off her, still impaled.
The leopard-print woman lay on the ground, skewered on my scorching rod, like a spit-roasted piece of meat. Her body was limp and tender, like well-pounded steak. She looked delicious.
I ripped off the paper bag on my head and tore off her arm from the shoulder, taking a bite. Then I sank my teeth into her breast through her clothes. I licked the blood dripping from my mouth. To prolong her screams, I avoided fatal wounds, slowly devouring her bit by bit.
Her death cries became a pleasant dinner music in the square.
The humans in the cages, once screaming, were now transfixed by my feast. The aliens were silent. Her desperate performance had stolen their words.
As I crushed her eyeball in my mouth—like squashing a grape—I suddenly realized something. In my increasingly red, butcher-tainted thoughts, I noticed the missing contact lens.
Pulling out her other eyeball, I confirmed it. No lens. Her pupil was dilated with fear, but it was slit vertically—not human.
This woman… she's a pure-blooded alien. Huh?
Tilting my head, I looked down at her face. Two black holes stared back from her eye sockets. Her screams had stopped. She seemed unconscious.
Guess that's it, then.
I devoured her head, crunching it into my belly.
When my teeth sank into her brain, her body twitched reflexively, and her vagina clenched tightly. The stimulation triggered my third release, and by the time I finished her head, the demon officer's smooth voice reached my mind.
"Your next offering. Go ahead, eat."
Rolled beside me was the man who'd been screaming earlier.
"Ugh… why…"
This man—a human—whimpered. What was his connection to that alien woman?
But somehow, I felt great.
—Wait, I've got an idea!
I'll kill the Fort's people like this!
Not just the target, but everyone around them, one by one. Finally, I'll eat someone close to them right in front of their eyes, making sure they understand. That's it.
This might be the revenge I've been craving. Just thinking about it feels exhilarating. Today, I got an amazing inspiration out of nowhere! Thanks, you two!
With excitement in my chest, I left the woman, leaving a deep growl behind. A mix of lust and murder—indistinguishable—raged through my body.
I reached for the sobbing man.
First bite, of course, his testicles. They scream the loudest.
As I began eating him, the demon officer threw the headless leopard-print woman's body toward the humans in the cages, saying something. Their faces were frozen in horror.
Somewhere, sobbing began.
The butcher's feast continued.
True to his word, the demon officer served offering after offering.
Like a waiter, he timed each fresh, living offering perfectly. He seemed to understand my preference for raw meat. It was my first time enjoying so much fresh kill. I liked the demon officer—just a little.
Between servings, he showed the humans my leftovers, talking to them. He must be using telepathy. He called the leopard-print woman a traitor. She was an alien, connected to that human man. But my mind was too clouded with rage to think clearly. I'd let Abigail figure out what it all meant later.
The wind blew.
A chill ran through my body, and I paused.
At some point, I was covered in blood.
How long had this gruesome party lasted? As my hunger and lust slowly faded, my rationality returned.
In a pool of blood, I violated what was left of a man—or woman, I couldn't tell—while biting into another piece of meat, sucking out its blood.
The sky had turned red. Time had passed.
I slowly scanned my surroundings.
The alien warriors watched my show, expressionless. Tiel's face was pale, and Ursula—bruised and battered—supported her, her face stiff with anger.
Two more were rolled in front of me: an alien man and woman.
"Your final reward for your work. Do as you please with them. Eat them completely before returning. Don't get too carried away and be late."
The demon officer turned and walked away, taking a few humans with him. In the end, I'd devoured all the captives, human and alien alike. I didn't remember much, but I felt full for the first time in ages.
The alien warriors followed the demon officer, leaving.
Only I remained, with the two alien offerings.
They clung to each other, trembling in the red pool. Disguised Earthlings? Doesn't matter.
Come to think of it, that leopard-print woman was my first alien. I just realized. Can't remember much. How was my first time?
I'll check both of them thoroughly.
As I moved toward my final prey, something rustled in the grass. A shadow crawled out, leaping onto my shoulder.
I turned at the ticklish sensation. A spider sat there.
…Hey, could this be Number Two? Long time no see. Off work?
Recognizing it as the mini tarantula Titania had given me, a revelation flooded my mind. It was as if Number Two had delivered a message.
—On my way back, I'll stop by my part-time job.
I reached for dessert.
The aliens felt no different from humans, but their meat was slightly drier.