I've been ordered to guard the fox girl, Ferris, but I wasn't told not to attack other alien women. Maybe I should just go ahead and do it.
That twisted thought crossed my mind about ten days into my role as Ferris's guardian. Probably because of the stress.
How long is this bodyguard duty supposed to last?
Last time, there was a clear enemy, so there was a clear end in sight. But this time, I can't see the point at all. Why am I stuck babysitting her? Is this going to go on forever?
Technically, I get to return to the facility every night, so I guess I can keep it up. But still… but still.
During the day, I'm forced to suppress my urges, and then I'm thrown in front of these women. The burden on them is unimaginable.
And the next morning, I'm back on duty, so their torment only lasts one night. On the other hand, knowing it'll end soon makes my actions more intense.
As morning approaches, I cling to them the hardest.
I don't want to go to school, but I have to. At least one more time before I leave. It's like the mindset of a corporate slave. In the end, I'm rushed by time, going at it nonstop. Even ejaculating feels like a waste. I keep thrusting reluctantly, *zunzun*, *byurubyuru*. They're gasping, pleading for mercy, saying it's too much.
Until now, I've spent my days and nights ravaging women, snacking on crunchy treats in between, and when bored, I'd eat an alien and end up in solitary confinement. That was my decadent life, but now I'm suddenly forced into a strict routine. At least give me some steps to adjust. Reentering society is brutal…
And my workplace is stressful for me. It might be a dream job for a man, but I'm Butcher, the Slaughterer. Raping, killing, and devouring—that's my true nature. Don't stick me in an all-girls school…
Probably that perverted fox's idea, but she's clueless about the world. Maybe she needs to be brutally violated once to understand. Hell, I'll volunteer to teach her that lesson.
Now, here we are.
The situation unfolding before me is honestly overwhelming.
Earlier, Ferris rushed out of the bathroom, panicked, shouting, "Butcher!" and dragged me inside. What's going on?
Inside, there's the dragon girl and a few others surrounding a busty girl. She's naked, covering herself, half-crying, with a pink mid-length horn on her head and an entirely octopus lower body. Wow… this is something.
Almost certainly a bullying scene.
So, I'm supposed to stop it?
How? I can't even speak. All I can do is stand here menacingly or intervene physically.
Everyone's frozen in shock because I barged in, but I can't do anything else, so Ferris, you're on your own.
By the way, after following Ferris around this school for days, I've noticed a few things.
First, alien girls are carefree about sex, even with each other. They don't care if they're watched. If this were a co-ed school, it'd be chaos. Their chastity would crumble.
The other day, Ferris and I walked into a prep room, and there were girls connected through some bone-like object.
So alien dildos are made of bone… Impressive. They kept going even with me and a red-faced Ferris watching. Envious.
Also, they casually bully others without hesitation. No one stops them. It seems like a meritocracy—if you're bullied, it's your fault. The dragon girl's the bully type. She looks strong.
By the way, the dragon girl leads the rough group, the dark-skinned girl heads the hedonistic group, and the elf girl represents the stuck-up honor students.
Ferris, the dragon girl, the dark-skinned girl, and the elf girl—four distinct factions.
My conclusion: Ferris is unusually timid by alien standards. She's the bullied type.
She's curious about sex but embarrassed. Against violence. Wants everyone to get along. She's at the center of a peaceful group, but they're weak.
They can't stand up to the other three groups, so Ferris gets bullied or teased sometimes. That busty octopus girl might be in Ferris's group… Ugh, those tentacles are distracting. What species is she?
And that's where I come in.
To protect Ferris from harm and act as her enforcer.
Which means this guardian duty…
Will last until she graduates. Forever.
My vision darkened.
Ferris is saying something with her back to me. My earlier performance in the courtyard seems to have made the dragon girl hesitate around Ferris.
But she's heating up, stepping closer, one step, two steps.
Ferris backs away.
Her fluffy tail brushes my apron.
And then it hits me.
The perfect way to get out of this boring duty fast.
Pretending not to notice, I nudge Ferris's back with my stomach.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Ferris stumbles forward, collapsing into the dragon girl, knocking her over.
They freeze for a moment, hugging, but the dragon girl's face twists in anger, and she raises her arm. Sharp dragon claws glint at her fingertips.
She swings her hand down, and I jam my arm between them at the same time.
Red droplets fly through the air.
My arm is sliced shallowly, and Butcher's blood splatters across the bathroom.
Her hand was meant to slap, but my arm forced it into a scratch.
The girls stare in shock. The dragon girl looks panicked, and Ferris is pale.
—Good. Ferris, she raised her hand on you?
I roar from the depths of my throat, Butcher's gruff voice shaking the school.
The monstrous sound reverberates, announcing the arrival of the abhorred creature to the entire school.
As everyone freezes, I pull out the massive Butcher's knife from my back.
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
A scream echoes, though I don't know whose.