Chapter 30: Voluntarily sent to solitary confinement

There are two main ways I can go to solitary confinement voluntarily.

The first is to thoroughly violate a woman beyond the need to impregnate her.

For example, anal intercourse is a common one. There’s no need to shove it up her ass.

In that sense, oral sex is also unnecessary, but the burden on the woman’s body is completely different. The aliens won’t say anything if you play with them in the mouth, but they are very strict about butt-checking. That’s why anal sex is so difficult.

If a woman is screaming and yet keeps shoving it up her asshole, the aliens will come in to stop it, and if I ignore them or act out, they will take me away.

In addition, if you have a girl who is not afraid of anal sex, like the girl with the sauvage , she will be happy rather than disgusted, so it is hard to tell from a distance which way you are fucking her. That’s why I’m happier with girls who are already developed. I would like to ask the gentlemen out there to do their best.

There are times when I develop a girl myself, but I have to spend a long time getting her used to me inserting my tongue into her, and it takes a lot of effort and requires a lot of skill, and girls who don’t like it are always ready to fight back, so it’s hard to succeed.

The only way to shut them up is to break them quickly, but my pride as a professional craftsman won’t allow me to do that. If I resorted to easy methods, my skills would become dull.

That’s why the sauvage girl is so valuable. I love that girl. Thanks to her ex-boyfriend, too. I can’t give it back to him, though, because all the holes are now dedicated to me.

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The second way to get voluntarily sent to solitary confinement is to suddenly devour a random alien.

It seems to have quite an impact when you go from obeying quietly to snapping without warning, and you are definitely taken for a ride.

Today, I used the second one. I took a bite of the brain of a random lowlife from behind. I have not seen Miss for a while, and I couldn’t resist. Sorry, someone who looks like a Kobold.

By the way, if you’re wondering why the Butcher hasn’t been destroyed after all the trouble he’s caused, it’s because he’s a valuable weapon, and it won’t be disposed of immediately if it gets a little out of control. , and it won’t be disposed of immediately if it gets a little out of control.

If anything, I even feel that it’s the fault of the person who caused it to go out of control. They are treated like idiots who die because they failed to handle the weapon.

As expected, it would be bad to frequently make a mistake with the pack n’ chop, but I’m keeping an eye on that.

The key to the scarcity of the Butcher is that the pregnancy rate through mating is quite low. In other words, they can’t be mass-produced. They are rather one-of-a-kind. It seems that the characteristics of each butcher are also different.

In the first place, it is strange that butchers and humans can have children together. No one would believe that a bear and a human had a baby. The species are so different.

I’ve had dozens of partners over the years, and my sense is that I’ve only impregnated one or two. I don’t even know if that’s true. Most of them break down or move to a different facility before they do.

So, how was I transformed by the Butcher? Or how can the Butcher’s child be connected to me in anyway?

I don’t know the specific means. Even I, the person in question, don’t remember.

What I do remember is that I stood at the end as the last of the people fleeing Fort 89, and I ended up going toe-to-toe with a full-body armored alien and collapsing on its corpse. After that, I woke up to find myself crucified and being sucked off by a bunch of Sadako.

But one thing is for sure, the Butcher is working hard to sire women every day, and the distorted monster that is me exists in this world.

In order to connect this missing link, it was natural to assume that the creation of the Butcher was a cross between his child and another creature. That’s how I see it now. I call this unseen crossover process “modification”.

Recently, I have noticed something new. I’m only dealing with human women, but it seems that there are butchers who are only dealing with alien women. That was the case with my neighbor, Drill Sergent, until the other day. It’s probably related to the species from which they were modified. Maybe it affects the pregnancy rate or something?

This means that the only way for me, a former human, to get an alien woman is to somehow approach her myself.

Alien women are all beautiful and have great style. I’ve been getting horny every time I go to work at the butcher store. I especially like the fact that many of them are healthy girls with ripped abs.

I think I’ll sneak off somewhere and rape them during my breaks. But if I get caught, the Minotaur manager will be in a bad position. I love the manager, so I don’t want to cause him any trouble.

But I think it would be a perfect crime if I ate all the food without being detected. I wonder how good the alien police are at investigating. Hmmm .....

But that’s okay because I have my Miss. She alone is enough for the aliens.

I finally came to that conclusion and looked down at her as she continued to struggle with my grotesque Marauder.

*rero* *rero* *rero* As I was enjoying her devotion through my meat rod, I suddenly remembered Abigail’s devotion the other day. That had been a strangely satisfying paizuri.

As I thought back to Abigail’s naked body, I stared at my Mistress’ plump fruit. Abigail was big, but she was even bigger.

A thin, unadorned dress was their uniform. Through the fabric, a bulge rises and falls in time with her ragged breathing. I want to stick my nose in the shadow of that cleavage and play with it.

She noticed my evil gaze.

She smiles at my sign that I’m about to cum, shrugs her shoulders, and removes her thin robe from her shoulders with a flick of her fingers.

What emerges from underneath are lush breasts that exude a tremendous gravitational pull.

The girl pinched them, showing them off with a goofy smile.

Her breasts were so voluminous that they completely filled my girth. What else can I say but that it was a spectacular sight.

However, paizuri is still paizuri. The stimulation was a little too soft for me.

The girl raised her eyebrows in frustration when I didn’t finish. Then she looked at me like, “Oh yeah! Then she looked at me and pulled her long silver hair into her cleavage.

Mistress rubbed her already cum-slick twin breasts together and tangled them well in the hair.

*nechaa* It was a fantastic cleavage, threaded and spread..... You can’t take your eyes off the sight that is too indecent as if she said. Quickly, quickly.

She made me a sandwich again and started squeezing me.

This was so good.

I’m very excited about the picture of her white and pure boobs, my ferocious evil cock, and her shining silver hair. Dirty silver hair entwined with my ugly penis like a net and flutters around.

The demon and the metal rod. Butcher and meat stick. Big tits on a meat stick. Big tits and silver hair.

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I finished twice with these upgraded paizuri techniques.

I really like this. I’ll ask Abigail to do it next time.

.... No, this is my Miss’s invention. I can’t share it with anyone without her permission. I’m proud to be a professional, so why shouldn’t I pay my respects to my Miss, who is a great inventor? For the time being, this is a secret between me and her.

After receiving the fourth ejaculation of the day with her tits, she let out a hot breath. She was already sperm-soaked from the tip of her curly horn to her knees.

With her back to the cell entrance, she secretly licked my milk off her lips and smiled.

She seemed to have changed her mood again. What is it?

I wondered, my gaze flicking to the cell entrance. It was because there was a wild-eyed look there, she had no choice but to snack on my cloudy milk like this, bit by bit.

At the entrance of the cell, there was the perverted fox woman that I’ve been encountering so often lately, and the Orc officer from the other day. The fox woman is booked to be raped until morning, dragged into the dark whenever I have a chance, and cover in sperm until her bushy tail is shiny. The Orc officer is also the number one pig I want to kill, by far.

The orc officer’s escort elf man is with him. There didn’t seem to be any misunderstood ninja women.

They seemed to be having a long talk about something while watching me cum four times.

It’s so bad taste to have a conversation while watching someone cum. In fact, I wonder if all aliens are perverts, not just fox women....

I’m not sure, but I’m sure I’m one of those people who can ejaculate to my heart’s content while being watched by others.....

As I was thinking about this, the orc officer cracked his own flayed head and turned back around, laughing, he seemed to try to touch the fox woman’s tail as he left, but he was slapped.

The remaining fox woman and elf man began to talk about something.

Damn, those guys are in my way.

I give them an abject stare, then look down at Miss.

Suddenly, my eyes met hers, who was opening her mouth wide to eat my meat stick.

Mistress hurriedly clamped her mouth shut and held it with her hand, giving me a sunken look.

She didn’t like to be seen with her missing tooth. It’s nothing to worry about.

Compared to me, everyone’s face looks good.

Indeed, Miss’s face was half swollen and she was blind in one eye. Several of her teeth are broken and misshapen.

However, the one you can see has a beautiful golden pupil that splits vertically into a dark blue iris that is filled with melancholy, and the crying face is also sexy. Each strand of her silvery hair is fine and falls straight down to her waist, making her look mystical, and above all, her whole gesture is beautiful. Even the way she grasps her whore stick is elegant. She is a natural-born beauty.

As I was singing her praises in my mind, I suddenly saw her tear-stained face move. The corners of her eyes lowered.

I understand now..... The reason why her mood looks different.

It’s because of her facial expression. The last time I saw her, I thought it was my imagination, but today she is smiling clearly.

She was a woman with a very lovely expression. I fell in love with her all over again.