Chapter 224
Butcher Demon
âââ (Gevaudanâs point of view)
Bang!
A piercing sound blasted into my ears.
My eardrums tingled, my head shook by the impact as if I had been hit with a sledgehammer, It hurt so much.
I put the revolver in my hand on the table. White smoke was rising from the muzzle.
I was standing in front of the baccarat table.
Across the table, a man was sitting on the other side. He was my opponent.
I took a chip from my pile and slid it toward him.
âYou win three in a row. Congratulations.â
ââ!! hah! Hah-hah-hah!â
The man was panting and hyperventilating, his face drenched in sweat. He stiffens, staring at the chip I gave him. Unable to move.
This is a backroom at a casino run by Sludge.
Usually, casinos are the territory of a gang called the Sand Brotherhood, but the one run by the Sand is rather safe and the rates are low. In contrast, the casino run by Sludge is known for its high rates.
In such a nest of greed, I was standing at a table, enjoying a game with one of the gangsters.
Except, we are using revolver instead of cards.
We are playing a very simple game called russian roulette, with both sides gambling on the fate of the other, the winner is the one who survives.
I had already lost three times in a row, I am too weak.
I had already put three lead bullets straight at my head, but the game is not over yet.
There was no way that the butcher would die from such a simple revolver.
The impact was just like being hit with a punch. The game continues.
âHa!! Hah ! Haa!â
A man stares at me, his lips pale as he fiddles with his revolver. He looks so desperate and tries his best to think of even the tiniest trick he got, but thereâs no trick in this game. Sorry.
I proudly insert a single round and reload it.
I just lost, so Iâm the first one to fire.
âClick.
I pressed the muzzle to my temple and pulled the trigger, but it didnât fire. Well, itâs a one-sixth after all.
I slid the revolver across the sleek green table cloth.
I gestured for the man to continue.
âNow itâs your turn. Letâs keep the game going.â
ââ¦â¦shit!â
âThatâs right.
This game is, as I may say, A Butcherâs Roulette.
Once you agree to play, itâs over. The game never ends until the playerâs head explodes. It was a rigged game in which I, as the dealer, would win 100% of the time. There is no limit to how far I can go in this game.
As an extra touch of entertainment, I also had the audience betting on who was going to win, me or the guy.
Baccarat is a game in which spectators can bet on which player will win, right? The stakes are still up to each spectator.
I was hoping that some of them would bet on me, because that would make the game more exciting.
But, as it turns out, Most of the customers bet on the guy to win, even though it really depends on luck.
The man in front of me was about to press the trigger with a trembling hand. This guy seemed to be a higher-ranking member of the gang, and the audience seemed to bet on him because of that. That was unfortunate.
Thus, it became baccarat of death.
Especially after the second game, when it turned out that I wasnât going to die, Panic ensued. This made most of the audience run away even though I told them not to.
In the end, spectators never saw the end of the game and were either flattened by the new butcher hammer and turned into a meat carpet on the floor, or sludgy, decaying corpses.
This is how the audience was almost completely wiped out. At the moment, itâs me and the guy Iâm facing. Tiriel, and Ferris playing the slot machine over there. And there is also one bunny girl.
I heard that they have rare gaming machines, especially the slotâ¦â¦. Oh, here they go.
*ding ding ding* a sound rose from the other side of the roomâ¦..The two of them hugged each other excitedly with shining eyes. So cute.
I, on the other hand, was enjoying the casinoâs luxurious atmosphere, listening to the wet, lewd sucking soundsâ¦â¦.
Under the table, the surviving bunny girl frantically sucking my son.
A young bunny girl was chomping on my muscular manhood with her little cotton tail swaying. A blow job that made her jaw almost dislocate. Sheâs quite a nice-looking bunny girl. She was wearing a bunny suit, fishnet tights, and high heels, those things cutely complement each other like hamburgers to fries and a Coke.
And why is this girl sucking my dick in this situation? She is actually the only one who won the game as she bet on me. The play of a lifetime. She had a lot of guts.
When she announced her bet, some guy threatened her, saying, âYou better remember this, Betty.â but now she is the one and only survivor.
As they say, rabbit brings good luck. I would like to take advantage of her good fortune.
Bunny girlâs important job is to squeeze money and sperm out of adrenaline-fueled and greedy men who win the gambling, right?
So, I asked her politely, âIf I win, let me fuck you one night.â and the lucky bunny sobbed and asked me to put on a rubber. It was a tearful plea. she told me that she was incapable to take any pill to prevent it.
She was the only one who supported me, the lucky bunny. I cannot be so cruel to her. So I politely replied, I canât wear a condom because itâs too difficult for me, but if you can put one on me, Iâll use it.
Then the lucky bunny panicked and pulled a rubber from the breast of her bunny suit and attempted to put it on my penis.
Well, there was no way it could fit with a human-size toy like that. And she is still struggling with it even now. I didnât want to be mean to her. Itâs really hard for me to use a rubber.
But, as one would expect from a bunny girl who bet on the butcher, She is smart enough to think that she might get away with it if she drained me first, so her blowjob, which used to be just a licking-slurping blowjob, was now upgraded to a serious blowjob. She has become a fine pink salon[1] girl, sucking a meat rod while gagging repeatedly in order to calm it down as quickly as possible.
First I thought, Even if she could get it on, it would tear so quickly that it probably wouldnât matter anyway â¦â¦ but on the other hand, I never had a butcher lance equipped with a condom before. I wonder how many times it can withstand my ejaculation. Iâm curious.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
While I was thinking about this, the man on the other side of me suddenly stood up.
He pointed the muzzle at me and shout with bloodshot eyes.
âAhhhhhhhh!!â
He screamed, and pulled the trigger over and over again âclick âbang!
The revolver fired, but it didnât work. That kind of gun donât work on me.
Suddenly, I felt something hard hit my glansâ¦â¦.
ââpuuhaaâ¦â¦ sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorryâ¦â¦.â
The sudden gunshot must have startled her. rabbit girl seemed to have bit it with her teeth.
Seeing her face turning pale and apologizing, I kind of want to cheer her up. Hang in there. Do your best and put the condom on quickly. If you donât do it soon, the man will probably die first.
The man continues to pull the trigger as I enjoy the bunnyâs blowjob even after being hit by a bullet. His spirit slowly turns to despair.
âAaaaahhhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhâ¦â¦â¦â¦â
I saw his face twist.
I stretched out my tongue in a snatched the gun from the manâs hand.
I then reload the gun as if nothing happened
ââhaaaaah â¦â¦ haaaaah â¦â¦ haaaaah â¦â¦ haaaaah â¦â¦.â
The man slumped back in his chair and held his head on the table.
I handed him the loaded gun, but the man did not pick it up.
I had no choice, so I pulled the trigger instead of him.
It clicked at the man, His shoulder jumped.
Clicked at me.
It clicked at the man and his shoulders jumped again. He shakes his head and plops down on the table.
Bang! it fires at me.
ââ¦â¦ I lost again. You have pretty good luck, befitting a man who has risen through rank in sludge like you. Do you think itâs time for my luck to come around next turn?â
I tried to flatter him, but the man who lifted his head didnât look flattered at all. Heâs already staring off into the distance.
-Actually, It has nothing to do with luck.
I deliberately load the bullets in such that I will lose for sure.
My hand is so accustomed to the revolver that I can easily pull it off. Itâs something I practiced a long time ago.
Itâs not cheating, Itâs just that I am a very experienced dealer.
âUgh, hgg, hggââ
Oh, he started crying. Heâs already a grown man, so embarrassing.
Well, he did play russian roulette six times in a row, which usually ends after one game. His brain must be a complete mess right now with all kinds of brain chemicals. His face looks as if he has aged about ten years.
ââ- Alrightâ¦â¦answer. Iâll answer, so please, no moreâ¦â¦.â
The man begged in a muffled voice. I silently nodded for him to continue while spinning the cylinder. The lucky rabbit sucked frantically. A fox and an elf girl playing digital horse racing. What a chaotic atmosphere.
âItâs Joyce.â
The man said.
âSheâs the woman who runs the Matchgirl, and sheâs a senior Sludge official.â
âHo?â
âI know that Joyce and a colonel named Declark hang out together. The Colonel is the middleman, and we in the Sludge hand over the suitable, unidentified people to the military in exchange for drugs.â
âWhy?â
âI donât know what they use the people for. They mainly choose from the slums, but sometimes we send in people who have lost their livelihood in these casinos. Rumor has it that they are using them for drugs and having their fun with them. â¦â¦ We never get any information from the other side, and the people we send there never come back.â
âJoyce and Colonel Declark.â
âJoyce probably knows all the details, but there are very few people who know where that woman is. Youâre not going to get in touch with her without me, buddy.â
Heâs trying to find his way out, butâ¦
âIt doesnât matter.â
âw-why?â
Natsuki knows a lot about Sludge. If I had a rough information, I could handle the rest.
âI know the name of my next target and thatâs enough. let continue the game. If we donât do it soon, my bunny might dislocated her jaw.â
âWait! You promised me that you wouldnât kill me if I give you the informationâ.â
âI said I wouldnât kill you but I didnât say I will stop the game. Iâm the type of person who need to settle things once Iâve started it. Letâs keep it as clear and simple. I wish you win next game tooâ
âaâ¦.â
The man seemed to realize something and gasped in despair.
âAfter about 30 minutes, I finally ejaculated.
So while I was playing with the rabbit, spraying it all over her and letting her drink it, the guy took the opportunity to grab the gun and kill himself. I was impressed by the way his smile deepened with each click. He seemed to have fallen victim to his madness.
Well. What shall I do with this lucky, sticky white bunny? Now that she is soaked with cum all the way down to the base of her bunny suit, sheâs still trying her best to put on a rubber. Sheâs so brave.
âOh well.
She looks like she hasnât done anything wrong, so Iâll just take her in as a sex slave that I can use anytime I want.
I decided to welcome this rabbit into my underground sanctuary as a cute pet.
The condom withstands my massive ejaculation only one time. It ballooned out so much so that I was impressed by how strong the rubber was. Then it got pulled out from her vagina and stretched her like she was giving birth.