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VOL. 5 Mischief
Butcher Demon Chapter 220 Exposure Contest
--I am in a room.
I waited in the dark for the owner to return, till I heard someone unlock the door and the front door opened.
According to Abigail's report, the man's name is Flint.
He is the chief of the information department at the headquarters building and has been in charge of Fort 88's IT for 15 years.
He is believed to be among the most well-versed in the information department. In other words, he may know something regarding the disappearance of my records.
As capable as I am, I'll start with the essentials.
By the way, this is not his home.
Flint is a married man who secretly enjoys meeting Kathy, the woman he is having an affair with. I envy him.
I heard the sound of snow dropping from his shoes.
"This is not good. Maybe 88 will be buried in the snow this time.....hm?.... did you change your perfume? I know you're in there, where are you ----?"
Flint peeked out. He is a frumpy middle-aged man.
He walked into the living room.
"Kathy?"
Flint found a woman, Kathy, tied to a chair, disheveled.
She was tied in an irregular tortoise shell bondage by me and she couldn't even twitch. I developed this rope work in my own style while playing with Diamond.
Her whole body was already covered in sperm, and the white mess leaking from her crotch was staining not only the seat of the chair but also the carpet below.
Seeing her like this, Flint widen his eyes for a moment, then broke into a wry smile.
"---- that...... is that wet and sloppy play? I heard it's a popular play in Haven these days."
He didn't seem to realize that it was real semen. Of course, he didn't.
"Don't just stare at me! You idiot!"
Kathy, with a grave expression on her face, snarled at him.
"What?"
"Untie me, Flint! If you don't do it quickly, that thing is going to ......."
"What thing?"
He took off his coat as he watched Kathy. He hadn't quite grasped the situation and didn't think of helping her yet.
"Because that thing is coming back! While it's going somewhere, we need to----hiii......."
Kathy's face filled with despair.
Because she saw me standing behind Flint.
I put my hand on his shoulder from behind.
"...... a ......."
Trying to turn around, Flint's eyes widened to their limits.
"Wha-what the--? alien?"
He should have known that I'm a butcher by just a glance. However, because he was facing me backward, he still did not understand the predicament he was in.
let me give you a reality check.
"Hhh----gggghh!"
I grab Flint by the neck and lift him up, forcing him to sit in the chair. He's face to face with Kathy, who has just been skewered with a butcher lance.
"No, please don't! Don't kill me, I have a family! I have a wife and kids to take care of!!"
"You damned fool! You should have just run and called the police!!"
Kathy glared at him through gritted teeth.
Flint's face is contorted in fear as he is tied to a chair with a rope, and Kathy is scolding him from the front
"Flint, right?"
I speak through a brainwave voice synthesizer.
"y-you can talk!?"
"I know that you've been doing a lot of other 'bad' things, like helping the gang shut down the surveillance cameras, and giving your family money to this slut, Kathy."
The manipulation of surveillance systems for private use is a common occurrence. From laundering gang money to falsifying financial records. A list I heard earlier shows that Flint, this seemingly unremarkable man, is quite a scoundrel.
--As expected.
Abigail was not wrong that this guy was a cog in the wheel of mischief, and the first person to strike.
"H-how did you know that....."
"Well, Kathy told me about you, mostly. The truth is I just want to hide in this room, but when I broke into this place there were already guests in the room. And since I had some free time to kill while I waited, I went ahead and enjoyed myself. And Kathy was babbling on and on about all the dirty things you've done while I fucked her.
And that's why she's still alive.
Hearing my words, Flint shouted
"Hey, Kathy! What the hell are you thinking spouting all that shit!!"
"I had no choice! That monster was going to eat me!!"
No, no, no, you are getting mad at the wrong person.
It should be "What did you say!!" or "I'll kill you!" or "I'm sorry, please forgive me" is it not? Blaming a woman who just has been raped first is really disgusting.
But in terms of assholery, Kathy is pretty darn good too.
"But you know, Flint, I heard that this woman was planning to use your affair as the leverage and eventually blackmail you."
"What?"
"No, that's not--!"
Kathy hurriedly denies it, but I proceed to expose her.
"I heard that Kathy was in touch with one of your men."
"Y-You're joking right?"
"That's not----!"
I keep pouring more and more fuel.
"Yeah. I drove her on a two-hour trip to paradise and she confessed to me everything. When she has your baby, she'll fire a rape allegation and plan to blow the whistle to the Investigators and Ethics Committee then kick you to the ground."
I show him the terminal screen I took from Kathy. These are the evidence, the list of photos and emails of the affair.
Flint was aghast when he saw it.
"So it was Cohen huh!? You two are planning all this!!??"
"......!"
Kathy bit her lip, then broke into a mocking smile.
"--Yes. That was Cohen's plan."
"You.......so the Christmas promise was a lie?"
"Who's going to let a bland nerd like you fuck me bareback! Did you really think a beautiful woman like me was in love with you, you egotistical idiot!?"
"But you said you want a baby!"
"And I'm going to get rid of it once I've done!!"
"Ugh...... you......!"
There followed an ugly argument.
To use and be used. A game of love between a man and a woman. The mudslinging and exposure contest began.
I've given you so much money. I've already filed for divorce with my wife. What about my rejection of the transfer to the USEG? When Flint uttered these things, Kathy retorted everything he said. It was Flint who began to cry and whine. The psychological breakdown he suffered was immeasurable.
Flint finally fell silent and turned over in his chair. He went blank and his mind was shredded.
"......Fufufufufu......"
After a while, he began to chuckle to himself.
"Oh....... I already had a faint suspicion about this.......that such a woman would really fall in love with me ......"
I was starting to feel sorry for him.......
"Calm down both of you. Go ahead, have some of my home cook food and take a break."
So I intervene and offer the stew I've made. Here you go.
"And..... what are you...."
Flint looked up at me and accepted the stew. He seems to have already been so occupied with Kathy's betrayal that he has apparently brushed off the fact that I am the Butcher out of his mind. I have to admit, it's quite funny.
In a desperate attempt. He eats the contents of his bowl like a dog.
Then, after a few seconds, Flint's face contorted "Blgh......."
A sphere rolls out of his mouth
"This ......this ......."
It's an eyeball.
--Then the eyeball that rolled on the floor twitched.
"--Hi!?"
Flint stared at the moving eyeball and let out a small scream.
The eyeball is just an eyeball, so there is no expression on it, but it seems to be glaring at Flint with resentment.
"That is Cohen. Kathy's boyfriend."
".........wha?"
Flint looks up at me in horror, his mouth dripping with stew. Kathy looks away with a pale face.
Barbarian Human Stew Tiriel style. I was inspired by that night. She even shared secret ingredients with me and it worked. the thing is moving.
"She appears to have been having fun with Cohen in this love nest you've painstakingly created. She's the epitome of a nasty woman so you don't have to be so depressed anymore. Cheer up."
I pat him on the shoulder.
When I snuck into the room, Kathy and Cohen were on the couch, having a tit-fuck session. It looked like they were going to get one out before Flint arrived, but I wouldn't allow it.
Cohen, mortified by the horror of Kathy getting raped in front of him, gave me all sorts of information. He even gave me the password to the terminal. And after that, he ended up in my belly.
Giving away information so easily is an unwise move if you want to survive. It's like giving up your own lifeline. Doing so makes you useless.
Then Kathy, who had witnessed Cohen's demise, started to panic.
Thus, she was afraid to answer anything I asked her, but I didn't want her to lie, so while Cohen was simmering, I went straight to work on her, repeatedly cumming on her to confirm the credibility of her story and waiting for Flint's arrival.
It seems that Cohen's eyeballs were not to Flint's taste. What a waste. One should eat up all one's prey.
I picked up Cohen's eyeball, the one that had dropped to the floor, and threw it into my mouth.
When I bit into it, hot broth popped out from inside. delicious. It's full of flavor. Full of collagen. The substance inside the eyeball is composed of collagen, I thought. If someone eats it with their eyes closed, they might believe me when I tell them it's a small dumpling. I seasoned it myself, so it's perfectly edible.
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Hmmmm, cooking class (and torture class?) From gevaudan
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