I’m standing behind the butcher store, looking at the sky.
To be precise, I’m looking at the worms hanging from the roof.
That’s No.4 and friends.
On the day I came to work at the butcher store, I secretly handed caterpillar No.4 army of caterpillars to Niblo the miniature tarantula No.2 that I had been keeping in my mouth, under the watchful eyes of the manager.
Niblo then thanked me with a “Banzai” and carried the caterpillars away. I don’t know where he went. But one of the four caterpillars had taken up residence in this butcher store.
I couldn’t leave them alone, so I continued to take care of them by secretly passing around scraps of meat and waste from cleaning the mincing machine.
It was like having a pet, and I enjoyed it immensely.
When Niblo was fed, he would express his emotions by banzai-ing his two front legs. When I poked and prodded his head, he would do a mysterious dance, stepping left and right with a crinkle …… crinkle ……. To put it simply, it’s cute.
No. 4 is no different. When I feed him, he stretches out a yellow stinkhorn from his head to show his interest. If I pinch the tip of it with my finger, he retracts his stinkhorn. The reaction is almost like a squeal, like when you press on a nipple. It was really erotic.
One day, as the days passed, I noticed that No. 4 had turned into a moth and was hanging out in the eaves of the back of the store like that.
I look at him and think.
Butterflies and moths undergo a complete transformation when they turn from larvae to pupa.
Complete transformation means that the whole body dissolves into mush inside the pupa and becomes just a soup of nutrients, and the body structure is rebuilt from scratch.
That’s how you can go from a caterpillar to a completely different shape, like a butterfly. You die once in the pupa, and then you are reborn. Self-reincarnation. It’s a tremendous ability that has to be called the mystery of life. I wonder if there is a continuity of memory or something.
However, what I find amazing is not the mysterious biological mechanism that has yet to be fully understood, but the sound of the word “complete transformation”.
the complete transformation (hentai). The perfect hentai.
That’s all it is, but I feel a certain resonance of power in it. Maybe this is the path I should aim for. I want to become an insect.
During my days in Fox, when I was hiding out in the woods and had nothing better to do, I would observe the nearby plants and animals and indulge in these absurd fantasies. Insects, in particular, have an ecology that is beyond human understanding, and I never get tired of observing them.
Rather than being individual organisms, Plants and insects operate as a component of the living organism. They are indispensable to each other and dominate the earth widely. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they are the earth itself.
As animals are called advanced organisms and become independent as individuals, the connection with the mother earth seems to become thinner and thinner.
As for humans, who have become the ultimate organism, they are no longer connected to the earth as a separate entity, and in fact, they are able to fly out into space.
We are now independent of Earth. We have to plan and manage our own future. That’s what they don’t understand. They still depend on the earth and are struggling to take advantage of it.
–They are like the grain mills.
Rather, we, as neighbors, should be working also for the earth, supporting each other, and living together in this desolate universe.
When I stopped being human, I could see clearly. they were cancer.
And I – the Beast of Gevaudan – was the one whom Mother Nature had sent to settle things.
Gevaudan will eventually have to destroy humans and aliens from the earth. I will not let even one of these chaos-mongers go unnoticed. I want all the peace and harmony they have taken from us.
Then the planet will celebrate this foul beast as a hero and give me a place to belong.
For starters, this city. And the Fort.
While I was indulging in such soothing fantasies for the first time in a long time, Mr. No. 4 suddenly got sliced in half.
His cream-colored bodily fluids splashed into the blue sky and rained down on my face.
Slowly, I looked down from the sky to the street.
There was a man standing there.
An elf man. He was a member of the Orc officer’s entourage and seemed to be the brother or relative of the elf girl, Tiriel.
The elf man was silently glaring at me. It’s a very irritating look. I’m pretty sure he’s the one who killed No. 4.
The elf man probably knows that I humiliated Tiriel by covering her in my seed. I wonder if he was trying to get back at me for that.
We stared at each other on a deserted back street.
I’ll kill you.
Just as I was planning to commit the perfect crime by perforating the whole thing with clothes, a loud voice came from the side street.
Let’s have sex! A voice that calls me in a tone that makes me want to add it.
I could feel the murderous energy that had almost come up to my throat weakening and slipping from my shoulders.
Ferris wasn’t the only one to come out of the side streets and into the back roads. She showed up with a lot of people in tow.
Ferris and …… Arshella? What an unusual combination. Tiriel is there too.
When Tiriel spotted me and the elf man, her face turned pale. You saw my feast show before, up close in person. Don’t worry, I won’t eat you if you don’t do anything.
Arshella’s gaze met mine.
I felt a little intimidated. Because she’s always trying to fight with me.
But she didn’t do anything to me.
Oh, she’s so quiet today. I noticed that she was chatting normally with Ferris and Tiriel.
Ferris is a softie at heart, so as long as the other party softens their attitude, they can let the past slide and get along.
Good, good, good. The mission to protect Ferris is still ongoing. As a professional, I was happy to see her enemies dwindle.
In fact, the recent Jibodan meeting revealed that the four girls were originally close friends. They had just been having a bit of a rough time lately due to some misunderstandings.
Ferris almost got eaten by me, Tiriel turned to mush, and Arshella was defeated twice in a match with me, and probably that one too.
Alien girls’s youth is deadly.
Well, I don’t know what the hell you are talking about without Lydia. Somebody go get Lydia.
……I think I’m going to become dependent on Lydia before Ferris falls in love with her.
I guess I should learn the language, even if it’s just little by little.
The elf man and Tiriel are talking about something. It is indeed uncomfortable to make a scene to someone who might be a friend’s family member in front of Ferris.
They saved your life, elf-man. But I remembered the smell. I have a nose like a wild animal. Wherever you run off to, I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth and eat you alive. Remember that.
When I returned to the store with Ferris, the Minotaur Manager sent me on my way, laughing and giggling. *nom *nom*
Ferris and the others were going to a store that was somewhat girlishly decorated and capricious. It was an ice cream shop.
The three girls lined up in front of the store and started eating ice cream of their own choice. The elf man was also eating a cup of ice cream. He’s eating ice cream with a pouty face. It’s a very funny picture.
As I stood there looking at them, Ferris handed me one. It’s a bright and shiny yellow and black striped ice cream. Look poisonous.
I flicked it under the paper bag, stretching out my tongue with a black tongue. Delicious! It tastes like rubber tires!
Ferris was smiling as she watched me.
All of us chatted and laughed while eating the ice cream.
But why don’t you do this kind of youth thing without me?…… Look, the other customers are scared. I think it’s really obstructing business.
With this thought in mind, I looked at Ferris while she was talking. Then she noticed my gaze and beckoned to me.
I’m not leaving, okay? The elf man’s gaze is sharp, and Tiriel is frightened. Arshella seems to be surprisingly unconcerned, though.
…… Ferris, don’t tell me you want me to be friends with the girls?
You don’t need to worry about that. I’m going to kill them all anyway.
As for Ferris, I wonder what I should do…….
What should I do with Lydia ……?
As I was thinking about this, an Orc officer came from across the street. He was accompanied by a ninja girl.
The ninja girl had her hands clasped behind her head and looked unmotivated. She was probably using a technique to hide from my eyes. She’s letting her guard down, thinking she’s not being watched. But once I got used to it, my eyes could see it. Don’t underestimate the power of a sniper’s eye to spot a hidden enemy in a dense forest.
The Elf man and the Orc officer talked about something and left with Tiriel.
Arshella and Ferris continued to talk, eventually Arshella, who had eaten the remaining ice cream in one bite, stood up and walked over to me.
I don’t know what she’s saying.
Arshella is a beautiful woman with a neat face. Her body is toned, and her voice is kind of cool. It’s a shame I missed out on doing her twice. By the way, your broken horns and fangs are healed. Did Ferris heal them for you?
Arshella is brave and well-built. She’s the most mature of the girls.
Tiriel is pretty, with a thin body.
Lydia is girlish, bright, healthy, and nice.
Ferris is cute and has a bit of a Lolita vibe.
If I were the hero of the story, I might have been able to make a harem out of all these girls.
It’s a miraculous future that will never happen. I can only see a future in which they are all ripped to shreds, violated in every orifice, and bitten to the guts.
“□▼▲&, Jibodan □□?”
After conversing something in front of me, Arshella gave a small bow with her head and left.
…… I was surprised. She bowed to me. My liking for her has increased dramatically. I don’t know why, but I think it’s because of the fight the other day.
After conversing something in front of me, Urshela gave a small bow with her head and left.
…… I was surprised. She bowed to me. I don’t know why, but I’m not sure. I don’t know why, but I’m sure it’s because of the fight we had the other day.
I guess that means she’s a warrior at heart? I don’t understand aliens.
Also, please don’t call me Jibodan. I’ve been regretting allowing Ferris to call me Jibodan lately. I’ve heard that Ferris is supposed to have given me the name Jibodan, but I’m afraid that the Jibodan name is going to spread like wildfire.
I can imagine getting attacked by Arshella while she’s shouting “Jibodaaaaaaan!”.
At dusk, I took Ferris back to the mansion and then returned to the facility.
I thought it was going to be a bloody trip home because of the elf man, but thanks to Ferris, it turned out to be a somewhat pleasant trip home.