This is hell.
I'm standing rigidly at the back of the classroom, like a parent attending an open house. Alone, frozen in place.
In reality, I'm one of the most potent sexual beasts on Earth.
It's like a wolf among sheep—no, a sheep among wolves.
The classroom is saturated with the scent of females, and it's unbearable. Perfumes and soaps try to mask it, but I can still tell. There are several freshly matured females here. All of them are vibrant, plump, and ripe.
As a result, my apron is tented permanently. Beneath the paper bag, I let out heavy, wild breaths—*Huff, huff*—while the girls' confusion and fear linger in the air.
The teacher's gaze is piercing.
But you're all weird for continuing the lesson in this situation. Run away already.
Ah, I can't take it anymore… It's too much.
The alien girls' backs are so unique. Their hair is a rainbow of colors, their cute beast ears twitch, their adorable horns bob, their tails dangle from the chairs, and their wings flutter. Either way, I want to randomly select one, pounce on her at the podium, and turn her into a sex education lesson.
If Abigail hadn't drained me earlier, things would've gotten seriously dangerous. She's my savior.
First period ended.
Instantly, the girls distanced themselves from me like a tidal wave.
…It feels like I'm being treated like a plague in this class. My mind is still that of a normal human, so it stings quite a bit.
The fox girl, the one who caused this disaster, sat in the front row with her head in her hands, refusing to look back. It's unfair—I want to do the same.
One girl cautiously approached me after tapping the fox girl's shoulder.
Stop… Don't come near me. That's soft torture.
She made an "Ugh…" face and stared at me. It's the tanned girl I saw with the fox girl in the courtyard. You're so healthy and cute. You seem especially close to the fox girl among the four of them. So go away. You smell good. *Twitch, twitch.*
I might become the world's first person to die of frustration.
And so, as my temples throbbed beneath the paper bag, my endurance was tested until finally, the long break arrived.
Steaming with frustration, I marched over to the fox girl.
The crowd parted like the Red Sea, revealing her—*Awa wa wa wa…*
With trembling fingers, I pointed sharply outside the classroom. She nodded vigorously and pulled me out.
After hesitating in the hallway, she led me to what looked like the library. Good call. Fewer people here. The moment I entered, the librarian-type person jumped up, knocking over their chair.
I quickly went to the window and looked outside. The sky is nice. A good escape. Oh, a swallow.
After peacefully gazing at the sky for a while, I turned back, waiting for my unruly rod to calm down.
The library was empty except for me and the fox girl.
In the silent room, she sat at a desk, swinging her legs and reading a book.
…A book, huh.
If I had more time, I could probably learn the alien language, but unfortunately, I don't have that luxury. Glancing at the book she's reading, I still have no idea what's written. I'm a bit curious about the aliens' history, though.
I wish there was a book called "How Butchers Work." I want to know the secret behind this bottomless libido. No, I really need to know how to disable this head control device. If I don't figure it out, there's no escaping. I need to consult Abigail soon.
But telling her about this device's weakness feels awkward. I don't want to show her my vulnerabilities.
To begin with, I haven't even discussed escape plans with Abigail yet.
There's definitely an issue with how we communicate. We always end up devouring each other in intense, passionate entanglements.
It's her fault too. She's the one who derails conversations into small talk, and yesterday, she completely ignored talking and just seduced me.
Yesterday's Abigail was incredibly naughty. Honestly, I can't stop thinking about her since then. "Come, come," she said—so damn lewd. What's gotten into her?
…Maybe Abigail is more anxious and lonely than I thought. For her to cling to a disgusting Butcher like me, it's a little pitiful.
I can still occasionally go outside, but she's trapped indoors. She spends all her time alone, and her future is nothing but brutal rape by grotesque monsters. Eventually, she'll either be impregnated by them or disposed of in experiments. It's a miracle she hasn't gone mad yet.
Come to think of it, hearing about her daily life was interesting. Abigail's room isn't far from my cell, apparently, and she seems to live a surprisingly cultured life.
She's under house arrest but has freedom within her studio apartment. There's even a sunroom for sunbathing. However, anything that could be used for suicide or self-harm is removed, including pens. Well, no one's dumb enough to write escape plans on paper, so that's fine.
This decent treatment makes sense. Their top priority is for the Butcher to impregnate her, so they're careful about stress that might interfere. It's also to prevent any unruly types from trying to assault her secretly.
In terms of stress management, her meals are decent, and her room is clean. Surprisingly, she even gets some human books.
Compared to me, who spends day and night in a barren cell, eating dog food, and is thrown into battle like a disposable weapon—doing nothing but manual labor, unpaid, sometimes paid in grass—her life is way better. Abigail even sympathized, calling my situation "poor." Ugh.
Lost in these thoughts while browsing books, I noticed the fox girl had turned around and was staring at me, hesitantly saying something.
"□&§☆△▲△§, ＃〒?"
I have no idea what she's saying.
Just introduce me to a girl I can hug or an alien I can eat. Or if there's someone you don't like, I'll erase them from existence without a trace.
As I thought this, she suddenly went "Ah!" and started pacing between bookshelves, returning with a book.
She opened it.
Inside were lots of pictures and squiggly writing.
Is this a picture book? …No, it's an encyclopedia.
Some things I recognize. That's a mandrake, right? When I was a scout, deep in enemy territory, I once accidentally pulled one out while foraging for food and got into big trouble. The observer with me called me an idiot. The roots striking a sexy pose are hilarious.
As I stared at the illustration of the mandrake's pose, the fox girl pointed to it and said,
"Mandrake."
Huh?
There are words with the same pronunciation?
I nodded instinctively.
Seeing this, she lit up and started pointing to various things, saying words.
Most were unfamiliar, but occasionally, I recognized something and matched it with the word. Each time I nodded, she looked delighted. What kind of game is this?
"Felice."
She pointed to herself and said.
So your name is Felice… Huh.
I nodded.
Then Felice giggled, "Hee hee…" and pointed to me next.
It's Jovian, but…
I can't speak, you see.
I can make sounds, but they're like "Aaaagh," "Vuuuuu," or "Boeeee," zombie-like noises. Even I find them creepy, so I rarely speak.
So, standing still and silent, I watched as Felice crossed her arms, tilted her head, and went "Hmm…"
And honestly, I don't want them to think I'm too smart. I want the aliens to underestimate me. It'll make killing them easier, and I'll get to see the dumb look on their faces when they realize they're about to die.
As I thought this, Felice suddenly started saying things like "Pa" and "Hye."
With a blank expression, she continued, "Bu," "Hea," "Ru—"
What's going on? Is she okay? This is worrying… and a little scary. Why is she staring into the distance with no expression? It's even creepier coming from someone as expressive as her—stop looking like something out of *The Exorcist*.
"Ryu," "U," "Mi"—she pronounced each syllable carefully.
I slowly started to understand her intention.
What should I do…?
As I hesitated, she finally pronounced the correct sound:
"Ji."
…
I hesitated, then nodded.
"Ohh…" Felice looked like she'd found treasure.
She then made a slicing motion across her neck with her hand and tilted her head.
…That's an incredibly ominous gesture. Is she taunting me?
Seeing me freeze (I can't move—this is too confusing), she continued pronouncing syllables.
"Bo." I nodded. She smiled and sliced her neck again.
What's with that gesture?
"Da." I nodded. She smiled and sliced her neck again.
…Maybe this gesture means she's done?
It's definitely a finishing move, but it's a taunt used in battles. It doesn't suit someone who looks like they'd be skipping through a flower field.
"N." I nodded. She smiled and sliced her neck again.
And I nodded again.
"Jibodan!" Felice declared, sitting up straight in her chair. Even her fox ears and tail stood on end.
It's actually a bit different, but whatever. Jibodan it is. Trying to explain "Jovian" with sounds like "E" or "Voo" is way too hard.
Besides, Jovian is just a name I gave myself. Whatever works.
The bell rang.
Felice hastily put away the book and rushed into the hallway. I followed her.
By the way, I noticed this on the way to the library too, but why are girls openly kissing in the hallway? And everywhere. Is this school a lesbian training ground? I've never been to school, so I don't know, but it's amazing.
I'd love for my son to join in that fun activity as the "rod" role. Let's start a movement: "Penis over clam-shelling!"
After that, I found my purpose standing in the hallway, watching over Felice, and the day ended without incident.
Sigh. This is hell. I want to go back to my cell…