Chapter 25: Professional Work

*swoosh* I stretch my tongue out.

The tongue wrapped around the leg of the one who was hiding. I pulled out with force.

He was wearing a helmet, so I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel his agitation underneath. We’re good friends, aren’t we? What the hell? don’t shoot me.

The intruder slid across the floor and fired his submachine gun at me with a quick response.

I pulled him over by his feet, so the closest point to your vitals from me is – unfortunately – here.

The Butcher’s large hand grabbed the crotch of the intruder as I pulled him closer.

“Ow!”

The barrage of submachine gunfire stopped. I saw him cower.

I felt two pieces of konnyaku[1] balls and chikuwa[2] crunching in my hand. I squeezed them without mercy.

“——–!!”

The man stiffened up and turned into a shrimp. I confirmed this and stood up.

Was it a coincidence or did the man give me the final word? His submachine gun burst into flames and shot through my tongue.

Ouch. My tongue was torn to shreds. As expected, the tongue is not as durable as skin.

They must have thought that would be sufficient to frighten me. The last of the hidden guy was leaning over and run past me.

He’s going after that fox girl.

But I won’t let that happen. I’m going to get the job done. I’m a professional.

With a single turn of my body, I pulled the butcher knife out of my back and swung it horizontally.

Boomp! There was a sound as if I had cut through a water bag.

The intruder, who had been trying to slip through, fell to the ground with his arms sliced.

I snatched the submachine gun from the man who was stuck at my feet, then shot and killed one of the two men who had been struggling with the perverted fox woman.

It was a two-to-one battle. The intruder no longer had a chance.

The fox woman easily cut off the leg of the remaining one and finished him off with her heels.

She cut a man in half with her heel drop, including his armor. I’ll revise the fox lady’s rating up by one.

By the way, her pantie is a see-through white lace pantie. I recorded it in my memory. but fighting with a skirt and lace underwear is just too much... Moreover, it’s white.....She’s a pervert, I knew it.

A silence soon enveloped the room.

The perverted fox woman called out to the fox girl. The fox girl nodded her head in agreement. Both of them seemed to be safe.

The fox woman kept her guard up for a while, protecting the fox girl, but there should be no more pursuit. Tango is a small group, so they can’t attack in multiple waves.

As I looked at the flesh and blood of what used to be the Tango team strewn around the room, I tried to remember something vague about the past.

The Tango team, like the Fox team, had been used as pawns in a dangerous mission. But I don’t feel sorry for them. Tango gets paid well for it. They also get a generous allowance for their families. It’s an elite course, even if it is a very difficult one. They are one-hit killers who go out only when necessary.

They are not like the Foxes, who are constantly thrown into the fray and are paid poorly and given a cold shoulder. There is no sense of camaraderie with Tango.

But still, it was hard to believe.

The smell of iron that filled the room increased my libido.

The room was filled with delicious-looking food. It was as if I was at a standing buffet party in a hotel. No matter where I went, I could find a wide variety of fresh and delicious food. I can have another drink as soon as you reach for it. This place is truly food entertainment. That’s how the Butcher sees it.

“○§*▽▼★●#●....”

historical

As I was fighting the urge to eat, a perverted fox woman approached me, saying something to me. Her gaze is fixed on my son.

The smell of blood and flesh had caused me to erect, and because I had spun my body around so vigorously, my apron had slipped off exposing it.

I looked at her. I was a little embarrassed. But I was filled with energy. I was shivering.

When the fox girl came up to me, she finally looked up and rubbed her hands on my body. Checking my shredded tongue.

She’s beautiful when you look at her up close. I guess you could call her sexy. I love her eyes. The sweaty heat rising from the nape of her neck from fighting, combined with her unique animalistic body odor hidden by her perfume, makes my raging rod even more excited.

She seemed to have noticed it too. The perverted fox woman’s gaze looked at the muzzle of the gun, which was leaking out of Cowper’s fluid and was in a fighting stance.

The fox woman gulps and salivates.

Perhaps out of consideration for the fox girl, she quickly shifted her position to hide my son from the fox girl’s gaze.

I guess she’s the fox girl’s guardian after all.

But that doesn’t make any sense. She’s seen the scene of me and the sauvage girl’s merging in the front row of the big screen before. She even got sprayed in the face. I guess that’s called 4D theater.

I think my butcher’s lance is vividly burned into her memory down to the way where’s the veins pop out. Even the Fox girl was staring at me without blinking. It’s definitely in the blood of perverts that they cannot take their eyes off the penis.

I’m not saying that I don’t like perverts. Because I’m a pervert too. It’s more of a camaraderie thing. How do you like it tonight?

.... Hmm, it’s not safe to stand in that position, though.

Your lives are still in danger, okay?

I raised the butcher knife in my hand.

The fox woman saw this and her eyes widened in disbelief.

It was right after that that the room was filled with a loud banging sound.

It was a sniper. It was just a wild guess, but it was a close call. The butcher knife prevented it.

There was no way a sniper would have missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have his target lined up in a straight line.

From the light of the lens, I saw when I was shot earlier, the fox woman’s current position aligned with the fox girl’s line of fire. That was the position I was in.

I quickly grabbed the head of the intruder who was lying at my feet and put my foot on his chest. He was still alive, but his genitals had been crushed and he was gasping for air. He was saying something, but I ignored him and applied pressure as if I were pulling out a radish.

The man’s head came off with a crunching sound. I also pulled out his spine. It’s not a radish, it’s white burdock.

I quickly drop the spine against the butcher knife and give it a big swing.

The man’s head flew through the night sky, pushing the air away with a whoosh.

This is a long-range attack I often use. It’s very effective. It’s powerful enough to kill two or three people at once, and even if you miss your target, it has the added effect of severely dampening the enemy’s will to fight.

I don’t think it will hit the snipers, but I don’t think they will fire again. He probably didn’t expect his sniper shot to be blocked, and he probably didn’t expect his buddy’s head to fly off as a counter. If he was disturbed, he would not be able to shoot accurately.

So, I guess we can assume that he has retreated for now. Job done.

You see, this is what a professional does.

I hurriedly adjusted the position of my apron, looked out the window, checked the safety of my surroundings, and returned my gaze to the room.

The perverted fox woman, whose eyes met mine, crossed her arms and smiled wryly.

What is that expression? What does it mean?

The fox girl steps out from behind her. It looks like she’s not hurt either.

I think it was a good job, but I wonder if I’ll get a bonus. While I’m thinking about this, the fox-child fearfully reaches out to touch my torn tongue.

As I watched, wondering what she was going to do, her hand began to glow white, and soon the tip of my tongue was engulfed in white, voluminous light.

It was kind of warm.

The light gradually subsided.

My tongue appeared from underneath it, and it was back to normal. The stinging pain had also disappeared along with the dew.

How.... can this fox-child use recovery magic? It’s also the fastest regeneration I’ve ever seen with any recovery magic.

Butcher’s sturdiness is staggering, but if he gets hurt, it hurts. The tongue is particularly sensitive, and when it is injured, the pain lingers. And the pain awakens the Butcher’s ferocity.

So I had to endure the pain of the tongue amputation and struggle with the Butcher’s instincts for the time it took for the restorative magician to arrive.

It was similar to rowing a boat and fighting sleepiness; it was quite dangerous, and carelessness was possible. I’m very happy to have been cured.

“◎◎〓▲□?”

The Fox girl looking up at me is saying something. I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re talking about. So I’ll give you a lick in return.

The fox cub was licked up by my outstretched black bluish-blue tongue all over her chin, jaw, lips, nose, eyelids, and forehead, and she stepped back, her eyes fluttering.

My saliva dripped onto the fox cub’s startled face.

Oh, no. The fox girl is going to be mad at me after this....

In the end, I didn’t get back to the facility until noon the next day. It was because there were a lot of investigations going on.

There seemed to be an investigation on my work, but there was no punishment.

There was no reward, either.

I knew that. I’m used to working for free.

When I returned to the prison, I found a woman.

A girl with long black hair who had recently joined the rotation.

She looks like a quiet girl, but she likes doing it. When I insert her, she desperately hugs me and starts shaking her hips even before I start to ejaculate. That’s why I like her too.

She’s been abstinent for a long time, and the smell of blood and fighting has gotten her riled up to the max, so her current stubborn feeling and the secret hidden behind it is very attractive.

We had a ton of sex after this.