Butcher Demon

Chapter 101: Embarrassing Stories



Chapter 101: Embarrassing Stories

"Geez....... There must be Arshella's embarrassing story too right!?, right!? You must have heard something like that from the Butcher too right!? Lydia!?"

Tiriel angrily switched the subject.

"Hmm, there's no such thing ...... Oh, there's one"

A light bulb went off in Lydia's head.

Now it was Arshella who was flabbergasted.

"W--What?"

"That's it! Let me hear that!!"

"Yeah, but this is........."

Tiriel frowns at Lydia, then points her finger in her face.

"What? Why are you so hesitant!? You didn't think a second to tell my story, that's not fair!!"

"No, Lydia. I'm curious too. What was it that Gevaudan told you?"

With Arshella's permission, Lydia's expression changed as she became more cheerful.

"Ah, you sure? Well...! Didn't Arshella lose to Gevaudan in the schoolyard before?"

"Ah, that.."

Arshella's face turns sullen and she looks disheartened. Tiriel shoves her down and strikes back, pouncing on her. She grabbed Arshella's two horns and smiled like a demon.

"Oh, come on. No touching horns..."

"That's it, that's it! Then what?"

"At the time, Gevaudan was concerned that he might have inserted the tip into her....."

A heavy air of awkwardness began to settle on the bed.

"He said he might have torn it."

"You don't have to repeat that!"

Tiriel respond. And then, Arshella said.

"Yeah, it's broke"

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!?"

Tiriel's eyeballs nearly popped out of her head. But Arshella remained calm.

"Well, I don't mind if it breaks."

"You don't!!!!?"

In fact, Arshella didn't care.

There are very few races in Mifosis that place importance on virginity. The same goes for Ferris's clan, the Demon Foxes. What's so important about first time? It's a pain in the ass, so just tear it and get on with it

In contrast, the elves, whose virginity is tied to marriage, were one of the rare races in Mifosis.

However, among female students, the first-time partner is still a sensitive matter and there's also a matter about status in school. That was all Lydia cared about.

"But well......I think I'm in a little bit of trouble."

"Trouble?"

Lydia cocked her head.

"Hmm. As you know, the Dragonkin are obliged to bear children when they are penetrated.

"Yes."

Lydia and Tiriel both know this.

The Dragonkin marriage ceremony is forceful and abusive. Only when the male conquers the female does the marriage take place. The woman does not want to conceive a child from a weak mate, so she put up a real fight. It was well known that this was a rather intense process of sexual intimacy. There was even a dedicated fertility clinic. It is generally known as an arena.

"In the end, whether I was actually fucked by Gevaudan or not is ambiguous, and my situation is up in the air."

"What do you mean?"

Tiriel could not hide her confusion.

"I mean, if someone can insert it into you, you should give birth to it with grace. Sometimes, you won't even need to know whose baby it is."

That was what the dragonkin were like.

Tiriel felt as if the blood was draining from her head, and she slumped down on the bed.

Instead, Arshella sat up and reached for the chips.

"As for me, I'd rather wait for the next opponent's challenge, since ...... *crunch* *crunch* ...... It has been broken but not inserted properly. but with rumors like this, No one is attacking me...... *crunch* *crunch* .......because they're treating me as pregnant. I thought I'd go to the trouble of killing the cause and pretend it never happened. I didn't expect to lose to him so many matches in a row. Things got even more worst."

She almost blurred out a sentence, "That was a great fight."

"It doesn't matter that he ejaculates or not?"

Lydia asked. Arshella flicked her damp fingers.

"Well, yeah. But in the dragon clan, the problem of mating can't be ignored, because it can turn into a bloodbath."

As a basic rule of Mifosis, the stronger the race, the lower the pregnancy rate. The children of the dragonkin were really precious to them.

If three people ejaculated in one person, whose child would it be? It's mine. It's my child. It's mine. Let's duel it out. Two precious warriors will die like this.

So they had an unspoken rule that once a woman was inserted, they would avoid her for the time being.

"My case is more complicated. Even if there was a man who could have sired me, he would have been haunted by the suspicion that the child would be the Butcher's child. Butcher's children are usually born of the same species as their mother so you can't tell by looking at them."

As long as we don't throw it into the contaminated areas of <Tartarus>, Arshella keeps this in her mind.

"If we wait six months, you should be fine, right?"

"The Butcher's seed is very strong. It takes a year or two for it to even die. Or we'll have to wait quietly for this rumor to die down."

Butcher's sperm continues to remain in the woman's womb. It is known that once ejaculated, it takes at least a year for all of them to be completely clean. Even so, the impregnation rate is so low that the quickest way to impregnate a butcher's child is to keep washing away the old semen with fresh semen day after day. For a woman, it's a mind-boggling fertility operation.

And if the Butcher and the woman are incompatible, they can hardly have children. Arshella knew how to make butcher because of her military background, but this kind of information is not known to ordinary people.

"Hah ...... I wish I could find a partner sooner ......"

Arshella gave a small sigh.

I am able to have a baby now, so I will have a baby. It's common-sense for her.

But Arshella is strong. How many dragonkin men are there who can take her down head on? In fact, she has already beaten several dragon men of her own age to a pulp. Her pregnancy was expected to be difficult. It was an urgent matter for her to continuously seek for a husband.

"So, why don't you just go ahead and ask Gevaudan to give you a real breeding?"

Lydia's smug and laugh hihihi...... made Arshella snort.

"He's strong~ Gevaudan will do you all the time, Day and...... night? Moreover, he is good at it. You can get pregnant if your womb is inflated with his seed from morning till night right?, Even if it's hard, Arshella can do it, right?"

"...."

Arshella didn't answer, she just snorted.

"--Eh? Eh, eh?"

Tiriel widen her eye, her face looking frightened, pinched Archela's face with both hands. Tiriel's saliva flew at Arshella as she yell.

"Eeeeeeeeh!? you're kidding right!?"

She shook off her hand annoyingly, and sighs deeply.

"'Haaaa ...... I won't lose next time. Besides, I'm not want to be Titania's puppet."

The room fell silent.

Titania. (the titan daugther)

In the past, <Elysium>, a unified nation ruled by the Demon King, received a declaration of war from <Agartha>, ruled by the Fairy King <Oberon> shortly after the invasion of the subhuman world.

The war lasted so long that Elysium was forced to engage in a two-sided war against the subhuman world and Agartha. This pressure led to the failure of Elysium's strategy to fully overthrow the subhuman world. This gave the sub-humans time to adjust their stance.

Titania is a group of daughters that were scattered when the Demon King finally crushed and sealed Oberon after a fierce battle.

Oberon has the power of domination. We don't know the details, but it is different from charm, subjugation, or contract. It is said to be permanent ownership or an eternal devotion.

And the power also resides in Titania, the daughters of Oberon.

It is said that Oberon used his power to make the Titans become his allies, a race of supernatural beings that belong to no one and used to live quietly in a forest somewhere far away.

The Demon Lord was wary of the reemergence of Agartha and continued to sweep away the Titania. Many Titania had been killed, and in recent years there had been no reports of any more Titania. How long can we continue this search when we don't know the total number of Titania? Recently, there had been a sentiment that it was time to call it a day.

We had no idea that Titania was hiding out in Faymbaum. We never thought of this before.

In the light of the recent attack, she is undoubtedly in a condition to wield her power to the fullest. She also has the Titans with her. A powerful foe. And in all likelihood, an experienced and powerful <Destroyer> will be dispatched from Elysium to bring her down.

Tiriel opens her mouth as if remembering something.

"--I wonder if Ferris is okay."

"It's all right, it's all right. Because Gevaudan is there!"

Lydia laughs "Hahahaha." Tiriel became bitter at that.

"It's not that, I wonder if her magic power is exhausted. She didn't have the capacity to use Resurrection yet, did she?"

"ah....magic exhaustion...."

"Mmm...."

Arshella and Lydia groaned at the same time.

Magic power is the fundamental power of life for all the races of Mifosis. If consumed through the use of skills or other means, it will recover naturally if left alone, but once it is empty, it requires a specific potion to recover it.

There would be no such thing as a special potion in Titania's hideout. Arshella clears her throat at the worry. Running out of magic is pretty rough. Arshella had also fallen into this situation before, and she remembered bitterly that she had suffered from severe headaches and nausea all day long.

Lydia, on the other hand, knows that Gevaudan's semen has magical powers.

Lydia folds her arms, her brow wrinkles deepen.

--She'll be cured if she drinks the semen.

She nodded her head, Mmm

--Ferris, too, would have been already somewhat aware of this. She would be sucking on Gevaudan's cock as eagerly as if it was water in the desert.

She nodded her head, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm

And Gevaudan would properly return Ferris to me. I was sure of it. The Beast was very good-natured.

When Ferris finally came back, I wondered how much she would change.

When she thinks about it...

"Slurp."

Lydia closed her eyes and sipped her drool.

She is not a possessive woman, the more slutty Ferris becomes, the happier she is.


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