Butcher Demon

Chapter 35: Fox Girl

This place is hell.

I’m standing upright in a position that reminds me of a parent who comes to visit a class. I’m standing alone in the back of the classroom.

But the reality is that I am one of the most sexual animals on earth.

I’m not a sheep in a pack of wolves, but a wolf in a pack of sheep.

The classroom is filled with the smell of female cattle, and I don’t think I can stand it any longer. It’s masked by the smell of perfume and soap, but I can tell. There are a number of newly matured females in here. They’re all so tight and plump.

As a result, I have a tent on my apron. The air in the classroom is filled with the confusion and fear of the female students as the animal’s breath continues to leak out from under the paper bag.

The teacher’s gaze hurt…..

but you guys are crazy for continuing the class in this situation. Hurry up and run away.

Oh, I can’t do this anymore. …… It’s too harsh.

The alien girls look very unique in the back. They have colorful hair and cute animal ears that wiggle. Their horns twitch and twitch. Their tails hang down from their chairs. Wings flapping. At any rate, I want to be randomly selected them and then attacked on the podium and used them as a sex toy.

If I hadn’t been squeezed by Abigail, I would have been in serious trouble. She’s my savior.

The bell rang, the first period is over.

As soon as I heard that, the girls immediately distanced themselves from me.

……I feel like I’m being treated like a freak by the whole class. My mind is still a normal human being so it’s pretty painful.

The little fox, the one who had caused all this misery and mischief, was sitting in the front row, holding her head and not looking back. I want to hold my head in my hands too, that’s not fair.

One of the female students poked and prodded the fox girl on the shoulder and then approached me fearfully.

Don’t do that. …… Stay away from me. This is just soft torture.

She is…… It’s the brown girl who was with the fox in the schoolyard. You look so healthy and pretty. Apparently, you’re especially close to the fox girl out of the four of them. Now go away. Smells good. Sniff, sniff.

I’m going to be the World’s most indignant Butcher at this point.

And so, with the veins in my temples bulging under the paper bag, my time of suffering passed, and I finally got a long break.

With steam rising from my shoulders, I patiently walked over to the fox girl.

With a swoosh, the wall of people cracked open and a path was formed, just like Moses. At the end of the path, there was the…….fox girl.

I pointed a trembling finger at her and pointed outside the classroom. The fox girl nodded her head and pulled me outside.

After getting a bit lost in the hallway, the fox girl led me to a place that looked like a library. Good decision. This place was less crowded. The moment I walked in, the librarian-like person kicked his chair and stood up.

I quickly walked over to the window and looked out. The sky was nice. I can escape from reality. Oh, there is a swallow.

I gazed at the peaceful sky for a while, waiting for my rampaging rod to regain its composure, and then turned around.

It was just me and the fox girl in the library.

In the deafening room, she was sitting at her desk, her feet plodding. She was reading a book.

A …… book.

Maybe if I took my time looking at it I could memorize the alien language, but unfortunately, I don’t have that much free time. I’ve been reading for a while now, but I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be reading. I’m just curious about the history of the aliens.

I wonder if there is a book like “How the Butcher Works” that would be convenient for me. I want to know the secret of this bottomless ejaculation power. I mean, I really want to know how to unlock this head control device. If I don’t do something about this, there’s no escape. I need to talk to Abigail about this.

But I’m afraid to tell her that this device is my weakness. I don’t want to show her too much of my weakness.

To begin with, I haven’t been able to talk to Abigail at all about how to escape.

There’s definitely a problem with the way I talk to her. I’m sure there’s something wrong with the way I’m talking to her. We get so involved that we end up devouring each other.

It’s her fault, too. She’s the one who’s always trying to divert the conversation into chit-chat, and yesterday she seduced me without even bothering to talk.

Abigail was really naughty yesterday. In fact, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since yesterday. Come on, come on, come on. It’s so erotic. I really don’t know what’s wrong with her.

…… Abigail, maybe she was more anxious and lonely than I thought. It’s a little bit pathetic that she even clings to this ugly butcher.

I can still go out once in a while like this, but she can’t go out even one step. She’ll be all alone for the rest of her life, and the only thing that awaits her is a nasty rape by a hideous monster. Eventually, the monster will conceive her or dispose of her after the experiment. It’s a miracle she hasn’t lost her mind yet.

Speaking of which, it was interesting to hear about her daily life. Abigail’s room is apparently not too far from my prison, but she seems to be leading a more civilized life.

She’s under house arrest, so to speak, but apparently, she’s free in the one room she’s been given. She even has a sunroom where she can sunbathe. However, there was nothing that she could use for suicide or self-harm, and of course no pen. Well, no one would be stupid enough to write down their escape plan on a piece of paper, so I guess it’s okay.

As for the good treatment, it seems obvious. Their top priority is the pregnancy of the Butcher’s baby, and I guess they are taking into consideration the stress that may interfere with that. They also want to keep the girls away from insolent and mischievous people who would try to abuse them secretly.

In terms of stress management, they seem to be well fed and have good room hygiene. I was surprised to learn that they also provide a certain amount of human books.

From morning to night, I am fed dog food in a bleak, empty prison and thrown into the battlefield as if I were a disposable weapon. Physical labor, day in and day out. Just work. Sometimes the grass is given in kind. My life is no better than that of a slave. When Abigail heard how I was living, she said she felt sorry for me and expressed her sympathy. Damn.

As I was looking at the book, lost in my recollections, the fox girl turned and looked up at me before I knew it. She said something slowly.

“□&§☆△▲△§, #〒?

I don’t know.

For now, please introduce me to a girl I can hold or an alien I can eat. If you want, it can be someone you don’t like. I’ll wipe them off the face of the earth without leaving any evidence.

As I was thinking about this, she said, “Oh” as if remembering something, and trotted over to the bookshelf and brought out a book.

She opens the book.

A lot of pictures and oozy characters.

Is this a children’s book?…… No, it’s an encyclopedia.

Some of them I know. That’s a mandragora, right? When I was working as a scout, I accidentally pulled out a mandragora when we were deep in the enemy camp, gathering wild plants to stave off hunger. I was treated like an idiot by the observers who were with me. It’s funny how the roots decide to strike a sexy pose, isn’t it?

As I was staring at the illustration of the pose, the fox pointed to the picture and said.

“Mandragora”.

Oh?

It’s pronounced the same way.

I nodded my head.

Seeing this, the girl’s expression brightened and she started pointing and saying more words.

Most of them were things I didn’t know, but every once in a while there was a word that matched something I did know. I nodded my head each time, and the little fox was happy. What is this game?

“Ferris.”

She pointed at herself and repeated.

Your name is Ferris?…… Wow.

I nodded my head.

Then Ferris laughed……and pointed at me.

I’m Gevaudan.

I can’t speak, you see.

I can speak, but I can only make zombie-like sounds like “aaah”, “vuuuuh”, and “baaaah”. I don’t do it often because it makes me sick.

So, when I was standing still, unable to do anything, Ferris saw me and crossed her arms, and pouted.

I don’t want you to think I’m too smart. I want you aliens to underestimate me. I want you aliens to think less of me, so it’s easier to kill you, and I can see your stupid faces when you get killed by someone you’ve been looking down on.

As I was thinking about this, Ferris suddenly said something like “P” or “Hee”.

The foolish person made a goofy face and continued with “b”, “huh” and “ru”.

What? What’s wrong with you all of a sudden? Are you okay? I’m very worried about you, or rather……..a little scared. Why do you make your expression disappear while staring into the distance? You’re a very expressive person, but when you do that, you look like you’re doing some exorcist, so stop it.

Ferris continues to make her voice sound like “Ryu,” “U,” and “Mi,” one note at a time.

I can somehow get her intentions.

What should I do……?

As I was wondering, the correct sound finally came out of her mouth.

“Ji.”

…….

I hesitated and then nodded.

Ferris looks as if she has found a treasure, “Oh!”

She continued to make a gesture of cutting her own neck with her hand and nodded her head.

……You just gave me a very disturbing gesture, what do you mean? Are you trying to get me stirred up or something?

I’m not sure. She looked at me and continued to pronounce one sound at a time.

“Bo”. I nodded. She smiled and cut her head.

What is that gesture?

” Da”. I nod my head, and she cuts her neck with a smile.

……I wonder, does this gesture mean the end?

Sure, it’s a finishing gesture in a way, but it’s a provoking gesture to do when you’re killing each other, that’s it. It’s not worthy of your appearance, where you seem to be bouncing around in a flower garden with a smile on your face.

“N” I nodded. She chops off her head with a smile.

And I nod.

Ferris says, “Jibodan!” Ferris said, straightening up in her seat. Her fox ears and tail are also twitching.

Actually, it’s not quite the same, but whatever. I’ll use Givaudan. I’m having a hard time saying “Ye” and “Va”.

Well, Givaudan is just a name I call myself. I don’t care what it is.

The bell rang.

Ferris hurriedly put away the book and went out into the hallway. I followed her.

By the way, I thought about this on the way to the library earlier, but what is it with girls kissing each other in the hallway? And why are they all over the place? Is an all-girls school a training ground for lesbians? I’ve never been to a school, so I don’t know, but it’s nice.

I would like my son to be a part of this fun game as a pole. I will start a movement of the century that says, “Phallic is better than shelling!”

After that, I found a solution to the problem by standing in the hallway and watching Ferris, and that day was over.

Huh. This place is hell. I can’t wait to go back to jail…….