Playing your hand late isn't unfair… is it?
I'm starting to get a little irritated. That's not good.
Probably, someone's giving orders from behind the mirror, but do they really understand me? If they keep frustrating me like this, I'll lose control, you know?
Honestly, the prey I've captured in my arms right now looks delicious.
She's incredibly beautiful, with a slender yet supple body. Her hair is especially stunning—it doesn't even look like real hair. It's like the finest linen, with an artificial shine. And she smells so good, like a woman should.
There's no doubt she's a high-quality masterpiece, raised with care. I want to rub my hips against hers while eating her hair.
I wonder what an elf's vagina feels like. Come to think of it, I've never been with an alien woman before.
As that thought crosses my mind, blood naturally rushes to my throbbing manhood, swelling aggressively and raising its head.
Then, my heated, grotesque giant rod begins to rub against her thighs, waist, and armpits.
Drawn by the sensation, the elf girl lowers her gaze.
And there it is—the most terrified face of the day.
…Ah, looks like this approach works better after all.
An idea flashes in my mind.
It's the enlightenment I gained from my earlier blasphemous mental fantasy, guided by my master.
I stick out my dark, coarse tongue and lick the elf girl's mouth and nose. Her sweat tastes like flower nectar.
*Don't violate her. Don't violate her. Don't violate her. Don't violate her. Don't violate her. Don't violate her. Don't violate her.*
The frantic repetition of that single command reveals the panic behind the mirror.
This is kind of funny. I wonder what kind of relationship the person behind the mirror has with this elf girl.
Alright, alright. I won't violate her. I won't hurt her either.
But I will dirty her up.
I carry the reluctant elf girl to the mirror. Then I set her down on the floor, making her sit with the mirror behind her.
My rigid, crimson-black Butcher's Lance ends up right in front of her face, and she stares up at it with her mouth wide open.
You might want to close your eyes.
I grab the elf girl's head firmly, holding it in place, and start stroking my manhood right in front of her.
She looks completely bewildered, unsure of what's happening.
Staring at the mirror while masturbating and locking eyes with myself is too painful, so I decide to look at the elf girl's face instead.
She really has a beautiful face. But she's still young—her expression has a childlike innocence. Thinking about how her face will contort from now on sends shivers down my spine.
Earlier, I was doused in flames. In return, I'll shower her with an equally hot white magma.
*Gurul…* my throat growls.
In an instant, I point the tip of my Butcher's Lance at the elf girl's nose and unleash a stream of semen just as beautiful as her flawless face.
"⁉"
She flinches, her long ears twitching, and quickly closes her eyes and mouth. That was close.
The amount of semen I release is incredible. Even I'm impressed.
Her beautiful face is splattered with it, becoming filthy.
Adjusting the position of my glans, I coat her mouth, nose, eyelids, and forehead evenly with the white, cloudy paint. I even smear it carefully along the sides of her nostrils with the head of my cock. It's like I'm a semen plasterer.
I must've been releasing it for nearly twenty seconds. As the first wave of lust subsides, I let out a small groan and forcefully tilt the elf girl's head back.
Her skull is gripped in my strong hands, and she can't do anything with her eyes and mouth tightly shut.
My semen drips down, flowing through the gaps in her clothes and onto her chest. My white desire also drips onto her beautiful flaxen hair.
…This feels good. Really good.
Suddenly, I'm having a lot of fun.
I forcefully turn the elf girl toward the mirror.
The mirror is splattered with white droplets, reflecting her ruined face and my Butcher's Lance that defiled her side by side. It's like a trophy display—the prey and the weapon used to take it.
"…Puah," the elf girl blows white foam from her mouth.
There's no command to stop. No order to halt. The instructions have stopped completely since earlier. This must be fine.
So, I grab a bundle of her hair, something that's been bothering me since earlier.
I roughly wrap the glossy strands around my manhood and start my second round of masturbation using her hair.
The material is excellent. Her hair is just as I expected—delicate, smooth, yet with enough resilience. It gives my manhood a wonderful, gritty sensation, different from rubbing it against a woman's mucous membranes.
"…!"
The elf girl wipes her face and finally opens her eyes.
She freezes at the sight of her reflection in the mirror, then notices my engorged manhood being stroked beside her, and her own hair wrapped around it.
Her face contorts into a wrinkled mess, like a child crying.
Her flaxen hair, now coated in my semen and pre-cum, is nothing more than a bundle of questionable fibers. The divine glow it emitted earlier, shimmering with every movement, has completely vanished.
Only the lewd sound of *ncha-ncha* echoes in the prison.
I speed up my hand movements slightly to let her know the end is near.
But she doesn't seem to understand, still refusing to close her eyes. Maybe she's inexperienced?
Oh well, there's always healing magic.
I reach my second orgasm, aiming for her ears this time.
She tries to turn her face away from the hot torrent hitting her from the side, but since I'm holding her head, she can't move a muscle. My hot fluid clings to her cheeks and mouth, dripping down. I make sure to coat the back of her head, her hair, and the nape of her neck with my semen.
Some must've gotten into her mouth, because the elf girl puckers her thin lips, sticking out her tongue and trying to spit out my semen.
But that's a bad move. My sticky semen clings even more to her pink tongue, invading her mouth further. Yet, she's so confused that she doesn't stop this pointless—and counterproductive—act.
The entire process is reflected in the mirror, visible from the other side too.
What do you think of this performance? This is Butcher's style punishment. I've tried to ensure the person behind the mirror is satisfied. I think they've seen enough of the punishment.
The instructions remain silent. This must be okay.
Not to brag, but for someone to call this punishment, the alien must be insane.
I carefully wipe my manhood with the elf girl's hair before finally releasing her head.
Then, as if remembering, a voice reaches me.
*Punish her. Punish her. Punish her.*
Huh? More? I'm pretty proud of how traumatic this has been.
I can't think of anything more humiliating than this, even if I tried. I think she's suffered worse than ordinary punishment.
Seriously, what did she even do?