Number One was a mini tarantula. He died in my mouth.
Number Two was also a mini tarantula. I once released him into the city, but recently, I bumped into him again in the forest outside town. Now, he's hiding in the shadows of the butcher shop where I work.
Occasionally, I feed him, and he raises his front legs in a "banzai" gesture, looking pretty cute. I named him Niblo, which means "one bite," and I've been taking care of him ever since.
His pattern is distinctive: overall, he's a diluted version of my dark purple tongue, but he has a red stripe running along his centerline, making him look like a sleek racing car.
Niblo must be a special spider. I don't know where he's been or what he's done, but he seems more dignified than when we first met. He's returned, transformed. I'd love to show Titania his grown-up form.
Number Three is a cricket army. I scattered them inside the facility where I'm imprisoned. Their fate is unknown.
And now, Number Four is in my mouth.
Like last time, Titania passed it directly to me mouth-to-mouth, so I still don't know what it is. This one seems quiet, though.
"Uh, she said, 'Take one bite of it.'... You're not going to eat her, are you?"
Lydia, relaying Titania's message, talks to me through the bars.
One bite, huh? Maybe I'll do it with Niblo. Got it.
"I won't eat her. Tell the lady I'll add one bite with my lips."
"Uh, okay... I don't really get it, but you two have poetic conversations, huh...?"
Lydia visits me often. Of course, today it's for planning the next Gibodan meeting, but she's also very dutiful beyond that.
She's a good person at heart. Last time, I drove Ferris completely mad, so she's probably here to thank me for that.
By the way, after that, Lydia apparently pleasured herself with a vibrator while tormenting Ferris. Her openness in sharing such details is wonderful.
In my cell now lies a red-haired woman. She was unlucky enough to visit me on the day of the last Gibodan meeting and is now a victim with a broken mind. After that, I relentlessly violated every hole in her body for two straight days, so it's no surprise.
Glancing at the red-haired woman, Lydia narrows her eyes and says,
"Gevaudan, you're merciless, aren't you..."
"Sometimes, it's better for them to lose consciousness."
Yes, in this place, it's almost better for the women to be unconscious.
"Hmm... What about the last one, you know, the blonde, Abigail? She was conscious, right? Not everyone loses consciousness?"
My neck stiffens with caution.
My secret communication with Abigail is supposed to be unknown, so I'm not supposed to know her name.
Why does Lydia know Abigail's name?
If necessary, I might have to eliminate Lydia—
"...You mean Abigail, that girl?"
I feign ignorance to probe further.
"Yeah. Remember, when I kissed you last time? We talked a bit then."
Oh, I see. That's it. Good, no need to kill her.
So that's why Abigail didn't resist kissing Lydia back then. She was trying to extract information from her. Such a cunning woman.
But I know this: when Lydia was kissing her, Abigail's vagina was wetter. I don't know if it's Lydia's technique or if Abigail is actually submissive.
"She was genuinely turned on by your huge dick. Even while talking to me, the noises she made were incredible. It was amazing—how it went in so deeply..."
By the way, I'm naked. My penis is erect, glistening with the red-haired woman's and my own fluids. Lydia remains calm in front of this, and I oddly like her composure.
"She's one of my prized women. Few can accept me fully and remain sane for long."
I can't help but boast a little.
"I get it. Being ravaged by Gevaudan like that, filled with that semen... any human would go mad. Maybe only demi-humans can enjoy it?"
Lydia laughs carefree.
Maybe that's why the Sadakos in solitary confinement are forbidden from consuming our semen. My semen seems to have a drug-like effect on the aliens.
...Wait, but Titania seems fine. She gulps it down and stands tall afterward. Hmm?
Come to think of it, Lydia mentioned having some kind of resistance too. Is it a matter of tolerance?
Maybe Titania is fundamentally different from the Sadakos...
No, wait. Lydia said it's rare for my semen to contain magical power. If I'm fundamentally different from other butchers...?
Ugh, my head's about to explode. For now, all I can say is—
"Lydia, with your tolerance, you should be fine, right?"
At my casual remark, Lydia flashes a provocative smile.
"You want to fuck me?"
She sends me a sultry glance.
Nice. Very gal-like, I like it.
I won't be flustered by such wordplay. I'm a seasoned butcher who's subdued nearly a hundred women. Though lately, Abigail's been giving me trouble—but that's a secret.
"Lydia, you're cute."
I respond boldly, keeping it classy.
Lydia deepens her smile, her short fangs peeking out—striking.
"Hmm, what should I do?"
She strokes her lips while eyeing my penis.
...Wait, is she seriously considering it?
If I get to fuck her once, maybe I can train her to obey me.
Gal vs. Butcher. A battle for the ages. I'm fired up.
"I don't want Ferris to get mad, though."
Ferris? Why bring her up now?
"Ferris is yours, Lydia."
Confused, I flatter her. Lydia looks surprised.
"That girl's in love with Gevaudan."
That's a lie.
No way. I'm a butcher, a slaughterer.
Young people always try to understand things in that direction. It's impossible.
"It's frustrating, but right now, I'm losing to Gevaudan."
"I'll help you, Lydia."
My reliance is on Lydia. As for Ferris, as long as she doesn't die, I don't care what happens to her. To get the device in my head removed, I'd even sacrifice Ferris. Cook her, boil her, do whatever you want, Lydia.
"...Ferris, you see..."
Lydia grips the bars, leans in, and looks up at me.
"She's weak. She has no means of attack, and her personality is too kind. So, even among her peers, she's underestimated and teased."
I see?
"But for some reason, she has a very valuable talent, so the organization values her, and her future is assured. That's why, even though she's weaker than them, Ferris gets more attention, which makes them jealous, and she's often bullied. So she doesn't have many friends."
Is she talking about her healing magic?
"That's when Gevaudan appeared."
Here's my part.
"An incredibly strong, feared existence. But only kind to her. A brute who breaks all the rules to defeat enemies, yet obeys only her, using his lawlessness to protect her fiercely. That's you."
Hmm, I see.
"Plus, sharing the secret of being able to talk adds a special bond. Meanwhile, I'm just the woman who does lewd things to Ferris. The difference is huge."
Lydia presses her fingers to her temple and groans.
The fact that I'm a sinister presence who only rapes, kills, and eats is overlooked.
But I get the situation. Ferris might be becoming dependent on me. Just as Abigail said.
Still, no matter how much Ferris relies on me, the self-destruct device in my head won't be removed. It's still about Lydia. The times point to Lydia.
But how do I win her favor from here...?
"What if I take Gevaudan for myself? That way, I can use you as bait to call Ferris anytime and talk more freely."
Oh, that's a good idea... no, wait.
I don't just want out. I want the device removed. If I officially become an alien's pet, they'll be even less likely to remove it. They might even add more restraints, thinking it's dangerous.
"If Ferris likes me, wouldn't she get mad if I were taken away?"
I'm desperately trying to avoid Lydia's pet route.
"Hmm... True. That won't work, I guess."
Lydia sighs in disappointment. Phew, I'm safe.
"By the way, how's Ferris after that?"
"Yeah, she slept in my room, but by the time the date changed, she was fine. The bed was still soaked, though. Your semen seems to lose its magic over time... Oh, and we even took a bath together afterward!"
She makes a mischievous face.
Good for you. I almost died of frustration afterward.
"This should advance Ferris's training, right?"
I boast about my achievement.
"Hmm, not really... That's not enough yet..."
Damn... She's so laid-back, yet strict about sex.
Switching Ferris's dependence from me to Lydia is a tough mission... The next Gibodan meeting will be a crucial turning point. My brain can't handle it, so I'll ask Abigail to come up with a plan. I hope she comes soon. I want to hold her again. I need to even the score. I'm restless.
As I desperately rack my brain, Lydia softens her expression.
"Hehe... Gevaudan, you've kept your promise to me, haven't you? You really have a huge gap between your appearance and your personality. You're way more charming than most guys."
Oh... Lydia, despite her looks, is truly a good-natured person.
Lately, I've been forgetting, but I'm a butcher.
With gruesome gray flesh, a bloated body, a mysterious device embedded in my temple, gums exposed, a dark tongue, a flattened nose, lidless eyes, and eerie red eyes glowing within.
Yet Lydia talks to me without prejudice.
She doesn't judge by appearance or race, nor does she make snap judgments. Such a rare personality. Even if it's to train Ferris, without a naturally friendly personality, she couldn't do this. I like people like her.