Butcher Demon

Chapter 51: A temporary cohabitation

Chapter 51: A temporary cohabitation

In the last few days, I’ve learned something about her.

Abigail is a type of person who distinguishes between friend and foe.

She gives her allies a loving embrace, and her enemies a merciless hammering.

Her sometimes caustic behavior is the face she turns on her enemies.

It seems that I’m on her side.

She’ s too good-natured. I can’t believe she trusts the Butcher.

Normally, she has a soft demeanor, but once she decides to do something, she shows her elite side. It’ s that kind of switch.

It’s the same when it comes to intercourse. Normally, she is a graceful lady, but once she is turned on, she shows her lewdness to the point of being a prostitute.

I guess you have to use yourself in different ways to get by. This is the world of the elite.

And Abigail is excellent. She is by far the most talented person I’ve ever seen. It’s almost scary to look at her from the side. I’m sure that’s why she was ostracized by the organization.

–A fearsome woman. Don’t let your guard down. She’s a good spy. Her job is to deceive and pilfer. If you let yourself in, she’ll suck you dry to the very core.

If it’s a rod that I’m proud of, you can suck it off for me.

Oh no, my thought process is becoming more and more like a porno old man’s.

I think there used to be a guy at Fox who was happy to play that kind of crude gag on me……. Maybe this is a result of that. ……?

“What’s wrong, Gevaudan?

It’s nothing.

When I turned around with a jolt, I saw that Abigail was buried in the leaves and had opened her eyes.

She was sleeping in a simple bed designed by Fox.

It’s just a pile of dead leaves, though.

It’s the kind you use to sleep in the wild. It was fortunate that it was now early autumn. All the dead leaves have been dried in the sun, so there are hardly any insects. In addition to cushioning and warmth, it is also breathable, and if you put it together with a blanket, it can be one of the best places to sleep in a survival environment where supplies are scarce.

When I demonstrated this to Abigail, she said, “You’re so crafty……” looking deeply moved. I don’t think this is going to expose me, but every word and action seems to be an attempt to discover me, and it makes me nervous. Is it too much of a precaution……?

With that, Abigail began to rummage and crawl out of the dead leaves.

Let’s do it! she said bravely, but I’m the one who has to make it.

While she finished getting ready, I built a fire and roasted some meat.

Meat for breakfast.

Or rather, it’s always been meat. It’s autumn, so there are no wild vegetables. Even my eyes, which are trained as a scout, sometimes fail to distinguish mushrooms, and I avoid them because they are dangerous. Mushrooms are so low in calories that they don’t fill you up in the first place.

Surprisingly, there are only a few wild fruits that can be eaten unprocessed. It’s impossible to eat them because they have so much acidity. It is necessary to remove the acetic parts first.

That’s why there is nothing to eat but meat.

But fortunately, we had a variety of seasonings. We had salt, pepper, spices, dried herbs, and curry powder in the supplies we took, so Abigail was able to eat without growing bored.

Last night, we had stewed bone meat with curry flavor. Even the bones were delicious. And before that night, I made some kind of genovese sauce with dried basil. And before that, smoked cured meat. And before that, a hand-chopped hamburger steak made of coarsely ground minced meat. Lots of nutmegs.

To keep Abigail’s brain from slowing down, I continued to prepare the dishes as her personal cook.

But this morning, it was just plain salt and pepper.

I could see Abigail’s eyebrows raise for a moment as she continued to eat my creative dishes, only to be met with a surprisingly simple meat dish.

A little disappointed, aren’t you, buddy? Hmmm.

In the end, however, her eyes changed color and she was biting into the simple meat.

” mgu mgu …… Hey, Gevaudan. This meat is so tender and so delicious. I wonder why?”

It is a simple aged meat that has been salted and exposed to the autumn wind for several days. It has a concentrated flavor. Just a little pepper turns it into a feast. The salt concentration is the most important point.

I chuckled, then rolled up and punched my arm. It’s because I have good arms, I gestured.

Abigail laughs when she sees it.

“Hmmm …… hahaha! You are indeed a butcher!”

I did what I needed to do and thought what I needed to think. The basic plan is as Abigail said the other day. Now I just need to figure out how to proceed. That’s what I’m discussing with her now.

Today was the last day we could stay at the base. Tomorrow, we have to head back to the alien facility.

“Hey, hey, Gevaudan. What is this area like?”

That’s a very difficult question, isn’t it? What kind of place should I tell her? Should I just draw a map?

When I remained silent, Abigail continued.

“If you want, you can show me! All we have to do now is discuss it, and we can do it while we take a walk, right?”

After the conversation, we went for a walk …….

I turned my head and made a small noise in my throat. This is a sign that I don’t like it.

Since I started living with Abigail, I’ve noticed that I don’t have too many patterns of emotional expression, so I’ve developed a variety of signs out of necessity.

In addition to throat clearing, I would open my mouth and tilt my head back. No sighs, though. My sighs are so horrible that they make her uncomfortable.

For a change, I can now use a gesture like snapping my fingers. I think I’ve become much more expressive. The face is still creepy, though.

We were already able to have simple conversations without using letters, Abigail talking and me gesturing.

“It’s nice. There’s a river nearby, see? I’d like to take a bath in it……… like that time Gevaudan pour …… that……all over me.”

Abigail said, looking a little down in embarrassment.

She doesn’t seem to be very good at using lewd words.

She’s got such a dirty mind that I, an unbeatable sexual animal, am turned off by her. This gap is cute.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, it smells good and it makes my skin feel smooth, but sometimes I just want to wash my body clean…….”

……good smell? Did you just say it smells good? I don’t want you to lie to me. It’s just a squidgy smell to me.

?What does it smell like? ?

I dared to dig deeper.

” Hmm, well, …… I think it’s got a woody base with patchouli and other woody scents as the top notes, but there’s also a hint of vanilla and muguet. As time goes by, the last note is more and more citrus and amber.

It smells so luxurious…….

I was surprised by the evaluation. I opened my mouth. This is a sign of surprise.

Abigail put her hand over her mouth and laughed at that, then put her mouth to my ear and whispered quietly.

“Ufufu — (It tastes like you’re drinking cola? It’s tingling in my throat, but when I get used to it, it gets addictive.)”

Oh, really? I was wondering why the girl was drinking it so well. ……

“So, I don’t mind, you know? But if you bathe in Cola, you’ll want to wash up afterwards, right?

I completely agree when you say that.

I don’t have to tell you that, but you can wash your body if you want. I’m not going to stop you. In fact, I’m sorry I didn’t notice it until now.

?Let’s go after we finish eating.?

After dinner, I took Abigail to the river.

The stream was not too far away. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the sound of water coming from deep in the forest. After a short walk, the river came into view. It was reasonably wide and deep.

“Ohhhh! It’s been so long since I’ve been in the water!”

Abigail took off her clothes and walked into the river, right in front of me. No more shame towards me, right? It’s natural. But I felt a little sad.

“It’s cold!”

She sank her body in, her mouth pouting.

She raised her hands.

“Gevaudan, hurry up!

What, me too ……?

Abigail is very excited, saying, “Don’t be silly! let’s get in already!!” I reluctantly take off my apron and go into the water.

“It’s warm.”

Abigail was hugging me and relaxing her face. I acted as a hot water bottle.

“Hmmm…….. the warm thing wake up…….”

That’s right. I mean, you’re naked and I’m hugging you.

“But Wait until after ……. we’re bathing now.”

Isn’t it better to get dirty now than later?

I love public sex I know you like it, Abigail. I know you do. You’re an outdoors girl. Because you obviously feel more comfortable when you’re outside. We’re compatible.

But I know a little bit about why Abigail likes blue sex.

It’s not that she likes to have sex outside, it’s that she likes the style of moaning out loud while talking about something. Because when you’re in jail or near aliens, you shouldn’t say human words after all.

Oh, I’m dying. Forgive me, Gevaudan. She clawed at my back and hugged me, mugging my tongue. Biting my shoulder. Her mouth begs for forgiveness, but her body begs for pleasure at the same time. It’s rare to find a woman who is so worth hugging.

Well, that’s not the point. Just as I was about to propose a sexual encounter at the river’s edge. A large shadow appeared from the forest.

It was a big bear. A grizzly bear, I guess.

I could feel the tension in Abigail’s body as she hugged me. Grizzly bears are so much bigger than I thought, it’s amazing. I guess they came here to drink water.

Well, they’ll probably leave if we leave it alone. So, just as I reached for Abigail’s buttocks, I saw a bear growl menacingly. Just as I reached for Abigail’s buttocks, the bear let out a menacing roar.

What is it? Why are you so agitated?

…… Oh, it’s pre-hibernation.

I had no choice but to take Abigail and climb out of the river.

I stood in front of the bear as it approached us.

I’m a big guy. I’m as big as a grizzly bear standing up. If you include my weight, I even surpass the grizzly.

The bear, which was probably not expecting such a big guy to appear out of the water, seemed to cower for a moment in front of me, but then immediately bared its fangs at me and growled.

“Hey, hey. So what are we going to do about this?”

Abigail cringed behind me.

Well, I don’t know. ……

I turned my head toward the river and stick my tongue out.

“Wha…..what?”

The tongue pierced the surface of the river with the speed of a chameleon and pulled a fish out of the water.

I took one in my mouth and tossed it lightly in the bear’s face, leaving Abigail confused.

The bear took a fish in the nose and took a few steps backward.

It then howl at me a couple of times, and after a few moments, it pick up the fish that had fallen into its mouth and quietly left into the woods.

We silently watched the bear’s back as it disappeared into the forest.

Come on, Abigail. You’ll catch a cold. Let’s finish bathing and go back.

I clapped her on the shoulder, took her in my arms, and returned to the river, where I became a hot water bottle.

The reward for being a hot water bottle was strokes of her hand. I’m sorry, all the creatures in the river.