"Ahahahahahaha!"
Lian doubled over, laughing heartily at Lydia.
Meanwhile, I was trembling with emotion.
It was, to put it simply, the first time I'd ever exchanged words directly with someone since being born as a Butcher.
The feeling was deeply moving, seeping into my chest.
It felt so good. My body felt light, almost floating.
When I was human, I never realized how much of a blessing the ability to converse truly was.
After laughing her fill, Lydia wiped the corners of her eyes and placed her hand on me again.
"Hee, hee..."
"Oh, is that so? Ferris can be a bit scatterbrained sometimes, you know… Got it, Gevaudan. Ferris's knight."
Saying this, Lydia glanced at Ferris, who still couldn't stand up.
As her guardian, I had to confirm something.
"Were you bullying Ferris?"
"Huh? ...Well, as Ferris's knight, I'd be concerned, yeah."
She glanced at Ferris.
"No, don't worry. It's the opposite, actually."
Lydia continued with a smirk.
"...Actually, Ferris asked me to help her talk to a Butcher because she wanted to chat with one. But, you know, I didn't really want to talk to a Butcher. And you're the Butcher who went on a rampage at school before, right? A Butcher who could overwhelm Archera—I didn't want to get close to you, so I turned her down at first. But then—"
She licked her lips.
"Ferris said I could do whatever I wanted with her."
I see. That explains it.
"Isn't she so brave? So cute! It made my heart flutter, so I agreed to be the translator on the condition that I could tease Ferris every time I talked to you."
"Ferris wants to talk to me. And Lydia's translating?"
"Yep. Leave it to me, I'll translate."
"Thank you."
In response to my gratitude, Lydia gave me a thumbs-up.
We continued talking for a while.
My backstory is simple—amnesia.
It's a convenient excuse. Any question can be dismissed with, "I don't remember."
I shouldn't initiate too much conversation. If I sound too intelligent, it might raise suspicions.
Plus, I tend to be a bit too talkative… so this is my way of keeping things in check. I also hope acting a bit dim-witted will earn me some sympathy.
Most importantly, I need them to keep the fact that I can talk a secret from the other aliens.
This is crucial.
Abigail's analysis revealed that Butchers are too stupid to do anything but follow orders.
In other words, a Butcher with a mind of its own would be seen as extremely dangerous by the aliens. If military officials who know about Butchers find out, I could be disposed of.
I can't let the fact that I have a mind spread any further. Ferris and Lydia must keep it a secret.
Abigail and I struggled to figure out how to convince them.
In the end, we mixed in a lie—I'd seen a Butcher with a mind like mine get disposed of. We appealed to their emotions: I don't want to be treated like a dangerous object and disposed of. I want to talk to Ferris. I want to be closer to her.
Sharing a major secret with a friend—something adults shouldn't know—is a teenage dream. Abigail's idea was to appeal to younger minds.
It seemed to work. Lydia nodded with a sympathetic expression.
Alien or not, she's just a girl.
"Today, I might not be able to talk much more… Sorry, I got too excited and couldn't hold back."
Glancing at Ferris, who was still dizzy, Lydia continued.
"I've always wanted to have sex with Ferris."
So you're the hardcore lesbian, huh.
"I've confessed to her so many times? Sometimes formally, with a bouquet of flowers. Sometimes casually, like, 'Hey, let's give dating a try?' But she's so shy… I've been struggling to make a move. And then, my pent-up desires just exploded. Oops!"
Lydia did a little embarrassed gesture.
"I totally get it."
I completely agreed.
Similar painful experiences flashed through my mind, and I nodded in understanding. Butchers, too, can't avoid the torment of being denied.
Then Lydia laughed, "You get it? Even a Butcher?" She playfully slapped my still rock-hard member and said, "Gevaudan, you're hilarious!"
This girl's got guts.
Since there was no point in hiding it, I told her about the many times I've had to hold back around girls, how I sometimes go too far afterward, and how I dedicate myself to satisfying women.
It had been a while since I'd talked so freely.
Lydia listened intently. What does going too far feel like? What happens when you finish with a girl? And is it safe to insert your… well, you know?
"Such a magnificent penis… it might split me open."
"It's highly appreciated."
"What? No way! Girls who love big dicks are only in erotic novels, right? Ahahahahaha!"
Oh… she loves dirty jokes. A naturally funny girl.
Just as her healthy appearance suggests, she's open-minded—excellent.
A small sense of camaraderie grew within me.
Lydia, being outgoing, shared a lot with me.
Eventually, her rambling talk circled back to Ferris.
"So, in girls' schools, many girls leave once they find a guy. It's inevitable, I get it. But…"
She raised one hand to her face.
"I want to keep Ferris as an indoor pet until she dies."
Her fist clenched tightly.
"I want to make her my sex slave for life."
A bold declaration.
"With this opportunity, in a year, I'll dye her completely in my colors, so she can't live without me."
Her dangerous dreams continued.
"When I come home, Ferris will greet me at the door, fidgeting in a naked apron. First, I'll ogle her thoroughly to refresh myself from the day's fatigue."
Hmm, interesting.
"At dinner, Ferris will serve me, still in a naked apron. I'll pretend to drop my fork on the floor, and as she picks it up, I'll use her butt, the base of her tail, and her shoulder blades as my dinner 'side dish.' Ugh, I might eat too much and get fat."
I wouldn't want to see a fat Lydia…
"At night, I'll clap my hands while holding a glass on the bed. Ferris, in a negligee, will enter the room and shyly start undressing in front of me. Slowly, I'll see that her naughty underwear isn't hiding what it should."
Open-crotch, you mean?
"Seeing that, I won't be able to hold back halfway through her undressing. I'll push her down on the floor and pounce. Then, until morning, in every corner of the room. At dawn, I'll welcome the day gracefully, sucking on Ferris's ears on the bed—"
Lydia finished her vivid description with a determined nod.
"That's the future I want."
How enviable…
"Ahh, if only I were born a man. I'd make Ferris moan with a big dick like yours… I'd want to see Ferris's orgasmic face, going 'hahi hahi,' all to myself!"
Lydia took a swig of beer, looking like a satisfied man.
Her feelings for Ferris were genuine.
Even I was a bit taken aback by her passion.
I was won over by her enthusiasm. I imagined them entwined and offered advice.
"For someone like you, Lydia, I recommend a strap-on."
"Huh? Strap-on…? What's that?"
You don't know? Even though you're a lesbian, you're so behind the times.
I proudly explained the concept of a lesbian sex toy, and she responded with an impressed "Ohhh."
"When you're both inserted, you can thrust your hips and feel good together. There's a one-hole type and a two-hole type. The two-hole type is more stable and allows for intense stimulation—I recommend it."
After hearing me out, Lydia fell silent, looking down. Her shoulders were trembling.
"Uh, Gevaudan… you're…"
After a long pause, she looked up.
"You're so funny!"
She beamed.
"You know, we're at a girls' school, so our knowledge and experience are limited. And since we're all rich girls, we're restricted from even having guy friends, let alone dating. So your vivid stories are super interesting… very educational."
Lydia saluted, her eyes sparkling.
I stuck out my tongue, and she grabbed it silently.
This must be what they call kindred spirits. The moment a lewd alliance was formed.
I'm also interested in Ferris's training process under Lydia. When the time comes, please use me as your assistant. I'll send my son.
"By the way, Lydia, I'd like to ask her name."
I turned to the lady who'd been quietly watching us nearby.
She noticed my gaze and tilted her head slightly. Her expressionless face was incredibly adorable.
Seeing this, Lydia looked embarrassed and scratched behind her ear.
"Uh… she probably doesn't have a name. She's an imp."
An imp? That's harsh! She's a much nobler being!
I tensed slightly, and my restraints creaked.
Lydia, looking uncomfortable, stepped back and spoke to the lady.
"〓▽■○※＃△◎, 〓★◇☆＃?"
"...〒＃〓★"
Lydia hummed in thought.
Then the lady, in a flat tone, said, "＆◎, 〆＆〒□★...? ...☆■※〓?"
Lydia replied,
"■◇○? Gevaudan."
At that moment, the lady's eyes flickered faintly.
Lydia placed her hand on me again.
"Sorry, she really doesn't have a name."
I see… How disappointing.
"Do you like her?"
At Lydia's curious question, I hesitated before nodding.
Lydia narrowed her eyes for a moment, then softened her expression.
"Then, how about this? If Gevaudan helps with my romance, I'll come here sometimes and translate your conversations with her."
That's exactly what I wanted!
But a small disappointment settled on my shoulders.
Through Lydia, I couldn't discuss my escape plans. I intend to take the lady and leave this place. I'll have to find another way to communicate that.
And, Lydia, your romance seems already in checkmate without my help. Are you sure you still need it?
Glancing over, I saw Ferris slowly getting up and fixing her clothes. She'd been lying down for quite a while. It must've been that good. Maybe her first orgasm? Either way, she looks like she'll fall for Lydia in just a few more sessions. If this continues year-round, Lydia's fantasies will soon become reality.
Oh well.
I decided to go along with Lydia's proposal. I sensed genuine goodwill in her offer.
I should secure any connection with the lady, and simply being able to talk to her makes me happy.
Lydia left, carrying Ferris. Since Ferris was still dizzy and unsteady on her feet, Lydia promised to return later.
Like a typhoon passing, the lively chatter of the girls faded, and silence returned to the cell.
As I stood at the cell's entrance, savoring the aftermath of our conversation, the lady stepped in front of me, blocking my view.
Her purple-black eyes, with a vertical golden slit in the center, pierced through me.
Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her lips to my ear, and whispered,
"Titania—"
Her raspy whisper made my heart leap.
She licked my ear with her tongue and said again,
"Titania."
Titania.
That was her name.
She'd told me her name. It felt like a sign of trust, of acceptance, and of our bond.
"Gevaudan."
Titania's sweet voice tickled my brain.
It was like the whisper of an angel.
Titania called me by my name.
My whole body flushed, as if I'd received a love confession.
My heart tightened.
Then, in an instant, my blood froze.
Paralyzed by the cold, I couldn't move.
I struggled to breathe.
As I stood rigid, Titania kissed me.
Her soft, wet tongue licked the roof of my mouth.
Immediately, my paralysis lifted, and I felt something slithering into my mouth.