I flicked out my tongue with a *schwick*.
My tongue wrapped around the ankle of someone hiding. I yanked them toward me.
Their face was hidden under a balaclava, so I couldn't see their expression, but I sensed their panic. Fellow masked buddies, huh? I thought… Ouch… Don't shoot.
Sliding across the floor, the intruder reacted impressively, firing a submachine gun at me.
Since I pulled them in by the leg, your most vulnerable spot—closest to me—is unfortunately right here.
I grabbed the intruder's crotch with my large butcher's hand.
"Hii!"
The submachine gun's wild firing stopped. I could tell they froze in terror.
In my hand, I felt two firm, squishy objects—like fish cakes—rubbing together. I crushed them mercilessly.
"———GGGHHH!!!"
The man arched his back and stiffened. Confirming this, I stood up.
Whether by chance or his last desperate act, his submachine gun fired, tearing through my tongue.
It hurt. My tongue's been ripped apart. Unlike skin, tongues don't have much endurance.
Assuming I'd hesitate, the last hidden intruder darted past me, crouching as they ran.
Targeting the fox girl, huh?
But I won't allow it. I'll finish the job. Because I'm a professional.
Spinning my body, I drew my butcher knife from my back and slashed horizontally.
With a *whoosh*, it felt like cutting through a water bag.
The intruder trying to slip past was sliced through the arm and fell to the floor, motionless.
I grabbed the submachine gun from the twitching man at my feet and shot one of the two fighting the fox woman.
The battle had been evenly matched, two against one. Now, the intruders had no chance.
The fox woman swiftly sliced off the remaining intruder's leg and finished them with a heel drop.
That woman split a human in half with a heel drop—Kevlar suit and all. I'll upgrade my assessment of the fox woman.
And her shorts are white, sheer song—I mentally noted. Fighting in a skirt and sheer shorts? She's clearly putting on a show. And white, no less… She really knows what she's doing. Definitely a freak.
Silence quickly filled the room.
The freak fox woman called out to the fox girl. The fox girl nodded eagerly. Both seemed unharmed.
The fox woman stayed alert, shielding the fox girl, but there shouldn't be any more attacks. Tango operates in small teams, so they can't launch multiple waves.
I stared blankly at the blood and flesh scattered across the room, my mind drifting to vague memories of the past.
Like Fox Team, Tango Team is used as disposable pawns in dangerous missions. But I don't feel sympathy. Tango gets paid well. Their families receive generous benefits. It's an elite path, after all. They're a one-shot, one-kill unit, deployed only when needed.
Unlike Fox, who's always thrown into hellholes with barely any reward and treated like trash. I have zero camaraderie with Tango.
Still, I'm starving.
The metallic smell in the room heightened my libido against my will.
The room was filled with delicious-looking meals, like a hotel buffet. Everywhere I looked, there was fresh, varied food. Drinks were within easy reach. It was truly a culinary entertainment. To Butcher, it looked like paradise.
"○§〆※▽▼★●＃●..."
As I struggled with the urge to snack, the freak fox woman approached, saying something. Her gaze was fixed on—my little friend.
With the scent of blood and meat, I was already erect. After spinning my body so vigorously, my apron had slipped, leaving me fully exposed.
She stared. A little embarrassing, but thrilling. Throbbing.
When she reached me, she finally looked up, patting my body. She checked my torn tongue.
Up close, she's beautiful. Sultry, I guess. Her sharp features are stunning. The heat rising from her sweat-dampened nape, mixed with her musky scent beneath the perfume, made my raging rod even harder. Throbbing intensely.
She noticed too. The freak fox woman's gaze landed on my leaking pre-cum, ready for action.
She swallowed hard.
Considerate of the fox girl, she quickly shifted her position to block the view of my little friend.
So, she's the fox girl's guardian?
But it's pointless. That girl's already seen me in action with the curly-haired woman on the big screen, front row. She even got splashed with the tidal wave. Is that what they call 4D theater?
My butcher lance, down to the bulging veins, is probably seared into her memory. The fox girl stared without blinking. Her eyes glued to my manhood—definitely a freak bloodline.
I'm not saying I dislike freaks. I'm one too. It's more like camaraderie. How about tonight?
…Hmm, but standing there is dangerous.
Your lives are still at risk.
Casually, I raised the butcher knife in my hand.
The fox woman's eyes widened in shock.
A deafening *BOOM* echoed through the room moments later.
A sniper shot. Instinct saved me—I blocked it with the butcher knife.
A sniper wouldn't miss the rare chance of a straight shot at their target.
Judging by the angle of the light when I was shot earlier, the fox woman's current position aligned the fox girl with the sniper's line of fire.
Quickly, I grabbed the head of the intruder at my feet, resting my foot on his chest. He was still alive but barely breathing, his groin crushed. He muttered something, but I ignored him, pulling with all my might, like uprooting a radish.
With a *crack*, his head came off. His spine followed. Less like a radish, more like a white burdock.
I knocked the spine off the butcher knife, wound up, and hurled the head.
It shot through the night sky, displacing air with a *whoosh*.
This is one of my go-to long-range attacks. It's highly effective. It can kill two or three at once, and even if it misses, it severely demoralizes the enemy.
I doubt it hit the sniper, but they won't shoot again. They never expected their shot to be blocked, let alone countered with a flying head. Shaken, they can't aim accurately.
For now, I've driven them off. Job done.
I adjusted my apron, peeked out the window, confirmed the area was secure, and turned back to the room.
The freak fox woman, meeting my gaze, crossed her arms and smirked.
What's with that look? What does it mean?
Behind her, the fox girl timidly stepped forward. She seemed unharmed too.
I thought it was a good job, but no bonus? As I wondered, the fox girl cautiously reached for my torn tongue.
Watching, unsure of her intent, her hand began to glow white, and soon, my tongue's tip was engulfed in a voluminous white light.
It felt warm.
The light gradually faded.
My tongue was fully restored, the throbbing pain completely gone.
What… Can this fox girl use healing magic? And faster than any healing magic I've seen.
Butcher's toughness is absurd, but injuries still hurt. Tongues are especially sensitive, and the pain lingers. And pain awakens Butcher's ferocity.
So, until the healer arrived, I'd have to endure the pain of my severed tongue, fighting Butcher's instincts.
It's like battling sleepiness while rowing—precarious, with room for error. I'm really grateful to be healed.
"★◎〓▲□?"
The fox girl looked up, saying something. Sorry, I can't understand. So, let me show my thanks with a lick. *Slurp*.
As my dark tongue swept her jaw, lips, nose, eyelids, and forehead, the fox girl stumbled back, blinking rapidly.
My drool dripped onto her shocked face.
Oops. I slipped… The fox woman's gonna be mad later.
In the end, I returned to the facility the next day at noon. There were investigations and such.
My performance was reviewed too, but no reprimands.
No reward either.
I knew it. I'm used to working for free.
Back in the cell, there was a woman.
A long-haired black-haired girl, new to the rotation.
She looks shy, but she's quite the enthusiast. As soon as I enter her, she clings to me, thrusting her hips desperately before I even finish. So, I like her too.
After a long period of abstinence, the scent of blood and combat has me MAXED out. Her current timidness, and the hidden passion beneath, are incredibly appealing—
Later, we had insanely brutal sex.