I fought alone in the heart of the enemy camp.
...And that's what I did. Because of my combat prowess, I was captured and transformed into a Butcher by them.
Now, I'm forced to live like a beast of burden, spending every day from dawn to dusk violating women as a stud. Occasionally, I'm thrown into the fiercest battle zones as a disposable weapon, exploited until I'm worn out.
Back when I was human, I was a scout. I infiltrated enemy territory alone, completed dangerous missions, and saved Fort 88 countless times. I raced to defend settlements on the brink of collapse, rescued refugees hiding in enemy lines, and the number of high-ranking enemy officers I've taken down can't be counted on both hands.
Yet, I barely experienced life inside the Fort. Most of my missions were outside its walls.
While many of my comrades were distracted by romance within the safety of the walls, I stood alone, peering through my rifle's scope. While they shared meals together, I was surrounded by countless enemies, sipping muddy water and running for my life.
A scout's mission is brutal. Sometimes, I'd hide in the forest, covered in filth, waiting to ambush the enemy. I've returned to the Fort drenched in dirt, having long abandoned any sense of pride. No matter how much I was scorned, I continued to fight the aliens for humanity's survival.
...And yet.
Is this my reward for dedicating myself so completely?
—Is this woman one of those who trapped me?
The moment that thought crossed my mind, a fresh surge of hatred made me lose control.
Her dry gasp, "Kah—" and my scorching rod plunging to the hilt happened almost simultaneously.
Her eyes wide, her body convulsed in my arms, stiffening.
My member is too large to fit entirely inside her.
But being able to reach deep into her womb like this lets me enjoy the intimacy, as if we were lovers.
I feel the double grip around the ridge and base of my penis.
Her plump labia kiss my testicles.
I love this. Even as ugly as I am, being welcomed by a woman makes me feel connected, heart to heart. The soft warmth of her thighs against mine is comforting.
This was an accident, but it's fine now.
Looking closer, she's really cute.
Still deeply embedded, I push her onto the hard floor.
Now, I let instinct take over, thrusting my hips relentlessly.
"Guh, Ahhhhhhhh! —Nnnguhhhhhh! Guh! Nguh! Ahhhh!"
The blonde woman beneath me begins to moan like a frenzied beast.
Listening to her pleasurable cries, I lose myself in the act for a while.
Seeing her face, dripping with tears and saliva, writhing in pleasure and pain, heals me deeply. It reminds me that I'm useful.
Finally, my libido surges. The next climax will be intense. Just as I start to feel the anticipation, I feel a sharp pain in my back, accompanied by a slicing sound.
I don't need to turn around. The aliens must have come to stop this. My job is to impregnate, not destroy.
Ignoring them, I quicken my pace, thrusting harder.
"Hic! Higuh! Higuh! Higuh! Higuh! Higuuu—!"
Her hips, lifted off the floor by my relentless strokes, leave a gap where I wrap my arm around her. Her soft waist clings to my arm, and as I press harder, her belly rubs against mine, slick with fluids. I savor the sensation of her soft skin through the wetness.
We're perfectly connected, with no space between us. This unity feels incredible.
I notice her tongue darting out, her jaw moving as if searching for something to fill her mouth.
Does she want me in her mouth? But my member is already busy in her other entrance.
—I've got an idea.
"Higuh! —Mguhh? Nnngggh! —Mchuu!"
Pinning her to the floor, I extend my dark, sticky tongue from my gum-baring mouth. She begins to suckle it hungrily, her eyes vacant.
"Ahh... Am... Am... Ahhh..."
She's almost broken.
Wrapping my arms tightly around her shattered body, I release my final ejaculation.
The amount, considering I've been with her all day, is astonishing, seeping deep into her womb. The blonde woman's body jerks violently, accepting my fury.
She's mine now. I won't let anyone else have her.
I brutally inject my beastly seed, marking her womb as my territory, declaring to all males that she's my exclusive offering.
The flesh dedicated to me, for me, and mine alone.
Even her unseen eggs now belong to me. No other male's sperm will take root. Only I can impregnate her.
Crushing her under my impure desires, she lets out beautiful, bird-like chirps.
For a while, I lick her sweat, tear, and saliva-soaked face, pressing my hips tightly against her, savoring the aftermath of my release deep within her. Then, I feel a prickling pain in my back.
They've brought out the Stun Lance.
I reluctantly pull out, my member dragging against her twitching entrance, squeezing the remaining semen from my urethra.
The blonde woman, her vagina still spurting my seed, lies motionless like a squashed frog. She's adorable.
Well, once she recovers, she'll probably return to this room. Then, I'll make it up to her by taking my time and being gentle. Plus, she's already "opened," so next time, we'll connect deeply from the start. I'm looking forward to it.
If she doesn't recover, so be it. It happens.
Two aliens enter the cell, opening the cage. They seem to think I've finally obeyed.
Aliens—historically, that's what they're called, but they resemble humans closely. Some humans even compare them to fantasy creatures like elves, dwarves, or goblins. They do look surprisingly like those mythical beings. The ones who just entered resemble lizardmen.
Butchers are biological weapons created by alien technology, based on living organisms. Controlled by a device implanted in their temples, they have no free will. That's what they believe.
—But.
I'm not affected by the control device.
I'm pretending to be controlled.
Yes, I'm truly free.
I don't know why. I've been this way since I woke up.
They're underestimating my reluctance to leave the woman earlier.
It's cognitive bias. They dismiss inconvenient truths as trivial, and it will be their downfall.
The aliens are confident in their superiority, and that arrogance blinds them. For now, I��m just another Butcher to them, slightly peculiar but nothing more.
When I first woke up as a Butcher, I cursed God. Now, I thank the same God.
—With this body.
This flesh, my mind, and my scouting skills and experience.
I can do it.
If I escape.
I'll go to the Fort and take my revenge, step by step.
I have the power.
If only I can escape—
So, I bide my time here.
Pleasing the women sent to me, learning the aliens' habits, their strength, and the layout of their facility. Dreaming of that day. Sharpening my claws for revenge, maintaining my humanity.
Only my desire for vengeance and the existence of "her" keep my humanity intact—
...I wonder if these two realize how different I am?
As I watch, one alien stands before the woman, lowering his pants. Some try to scavenge leftovers like this.
But I won't allow it.
She's my offering—
Stay away.
The lizardman, now exposed, is struck down by my arm, splitting him in two. Blood splatters across the cell.
Alien blood is red too. Some lands on her body.
On her pale, heaving skin, my milky fluid, her sweat, and the red blood mingle with her golden hair, creating an artistic masterpiece.
It strikes me.
She's so beautiful.
Watching her calms me.
It's a strange, unfamiliar feeling��
I want to refine her more. She has potential. I pray she regains consciousness and returns. Leaving her unfinished feels unprofessional.
A sharp pain in my side.
A command echoes in my mind: Kneel... Kneel...
Turning, I see the other lizardman holding a Stun Lance, an electromagnetic weapon used to subdue Butchers.
But I'm different. I'm known as a temperamental, skilled Butcher.
This lizardman doesn't seem to know that. Maybe, like me, he's been set up.
—To be killed by me, made to look like an accident.
Aliens and humans are the same. Both are rotten.
Annoyed at the interruption of my artistic appreciation, I swing my arm horizontally, decapitating him instantly. The Stun Lance snaps in two.
My claws are harder than steel, and my strength surpasses machinery. Get too close, and this is what happens.
With this Butcher's power, my intellect, and soldier's skills—
I'll exact my revenge. Justice will be served. No one can stop me.
I was reborn into this ugly body for this purpose.
I'll trample everything.
Alien or human, it doesn't matter.
Everything—
...Damn, I killed two today.
Looks like solitary confinement for a while.
At least I'll get to see her again. I hope she's doing well.
Anticipating solitary, I stand alone in the blood-soaked cell. Bored.
—Might as well give her some extra attention before I go.
The blonde woman lies spread-eagled, her mouth and vagina twitching, her slit beckoning me. She wants me. It's obvious.
Responding to her cute plea, I hover over her artistic body.
My raging Butcher lance presses against her inviting honey pot.
Her eyes flicker with awareness.
In one thrust, I bury myself deep.
The dim cell echoes with her moans of ecstasy.
An endless, beastly intercourse begins.
The affair between woman and monster continues.