The Butcher Shop in the Demon Realm - Chapter 3

“Aaaah… I’m tired… just one more to go.”

Once I finished processing one of the prey from the customer, I hesitated for a moment whether to take a short break, but then decided to tackle the other one right away.

“Given the size of the bag, it’s probably a woman.”

Talking to myself, I cut the string of a burlap sack that was completely soaked with water and rolled the contents out.

“No… no, please help, help me… just spare my life.”

When it rolled out, the gag must have came off, and the prey began begging for its life without even looking at me.

The hair, covered in thick mud, must have originally been a beautiful blonde.

The length was just slightly longer than a short cut.

When I grabbed the head and looked at its face, it looked like an ordinary human.

The moment she saw my figure reflected in her eyes, her face twisted in fear and changed into an expression of shock.

“Ah… a human… not a demon… thank goodness, you’ll save me…”

Apparently, she thought I was a human who had come to rescue her.

The prey, bound at the wrists and ankles, lying like a caterpillar, had a face that, to put it mildly, was quite beautiful.

She must have been caught after a fierce battle, as her body was covered in wounds and caked with mud. However, with her attractive face, large chest, and slender waist, honestly, she looked like someone who could live comfortably under the protection of a decent man, without having to resort to the dangerous life of an adventurer where death is always close.

“Living women are such a pain.”

If it were a woman who had already been killed, I would simply carved her up, but this time, Countess Amy specifically brought her in alive.

She also mentioned that she wanted to use it for a party.

When it comes to parties held at the Count’s house, most of the time, high-ranking figures like royalty and dukes from this country are in attendance.

She placed an order for ingredients to be used at such an important party from my shop. It was a great honor for a craftsman, and I couldn’t afford to cut corners.

“That being said, if I cut corners, my master would surely beat me to a pulp.”

I gave a wry smile, took off my waterproof apron, and switched the “Open” sign at the entrance to “Closed.”

The sun had already completely set outside, and it was too late for any customers to arrive, so it wasn’t a problem.

With a knife in my right hand, I observed the woman still lying on the floor.

“H-h… no, no… help… please… I’ll do anything… no, no, please stop… no! Help me, Eric!”

Thinking that the man earlier was probably Eric, I inserted the knife into the woman’s leather armor and started to cut it off.

This knife, which I named “Messer,” is my handy partner that changes shape according to my will.

Now, it has the shape of a survival knife, and with just a gentle touch, it effortlessly cuts through the leather armor as if slicing through a pancake.

When I arrived in this world, I found this knife had somehow ended up in my bag, and I decided it was a cheat-like bonus. The reason being that, no matter how many times I lose it or someone takes it, it always ends up back in my hands.

According to my master, this knife might be an “Artifact” formed from my soul, but I liked it because it made my work so much more efficient.

“You, what’s your name?”

“Eh… C-Ciel…”

“I see.”

As I reached my hand toward Ciel’s face, she showed a fearful expression and began to cry out loudly.

“Kyaa! No, no, Eric, where are you?! Help me… help me!”

“You’re noisy… Eric, huh? Fine, I’ll bring you to him.”

“Kyaa!? No! Stop it!”

She struggled and thrashed, but I dragged her closer to the giant cutting board in the center of the workshop so she could see it.

“Look, this is Eric’s belly meat — in other words, the rib meat. If humans were to eat it, it would be about six servings. This over here is the thigh meat. It has a bit too much muscle, but the meat quality isn’t bad. It should taste good when boiled.”

“Hah… uh… what?”

The parts of the former Eric were neatly cut and arranged, and to her, it would likely look like the meat of cows or pigs at a butcher’s shop.

“So, this is Eric. Here’s his head.”

I took Eric’s head from the trash can and placed it in front of the woman.

“……!? Ahhhh!! Eric! Eriiiiicccc!!”

For a moment, she looked as if she didn’t understand what I was saying, but then, as expected, she panicked and then lost consciousness.

“An adventurer, and yet you faint over something like this… well, I guess it’s easier this way.”

I dragged the unconscious Ciel toward the room at the back of the workshop.

This was a room used for quick naps, a simple space with a modest bed and a small table in the corner.

“…Let’s get this over with quickly.”

I untied the rough ropes that bound Ciel’s hands and feet as she lay on the bed.

The sight of her raw, red, and torn skin immediately caught my eye.

“Let’s raise both hands and secure them with cuffs… the legs can stay as they are.”

I cut into her somewhat elegant-looking clothes with the knife and, upon removing her jacket, noticed a cotton sports-bra-like undergarment.

“D… maybe F.”

Trying to raise my own excitement, I took hold of her br3asts over the underwear and kneaded it with my fingers, checking its softness.

It is not just humans, apparently the meat of women is the most delicious when they are feeling sexually aroused. According to my master, when they experience climax and tighten, the meat quality becomes the best.

“I’ll finish preparing while she’s unconscious.”

I take a funnel from the shelf, grab a long hose, and gently lift the woman’s chin while she’s still lying on the bed.

I insert the hose through the narrow gap in her soft pink lips, passing it into her throat and down to her stomach.

I quickly licked up the drool that dripped from the edge of her mouth with the tip of my tongue.

“As for the rest~… it looks like we’re running low on this too.”

I attach the funnel to the hook on the ceiling and slowly pour in the special liquid, a mix of aphrodisiac and anesthetic.

As I watch the pink, viscous liquid travel through the funnel and hose, directly into Ciel’s stomach, I cut off her remaining clothes, underwear, boots, and socks, throwing them into the trash can.

“Messer, turn into a razor.”

I tighten my grip on the knife’s handle, and the blade shines, quickly changing into a barber’s razor.

“I’m not sure if the head will be used at the party, so I’ll leave it for now. Let’s focus on cleaning the fine hair and body hair below the neck.”

I smoothly slide the razor along the woman’s jawline, shaving off the fine peach fuzz.

“The armpits… they’re well-groomed.”

Just to be safe, I run the razor over the neatly groomed armpits, then move on to shave the fine hair under the br3asts, the stomach, and the groin area in that order.

“This area is also well-groomed.”

I remove the golden pubic hair, which is neatly trimmed around the pubic mound.

As the sound of scraping filled the air, Ciel’s plump slit came into view, it was beautiful sight looking pristine, as if no one had ever seen it before.

“Ugh… gulp… cough!”

Just as the funnel’s liquid had completely entered her stomach, it seemed Ciel had woken up, and I could hear her struggling voice through the tube in her mouth.

“I’ll pull it out now, just wait a moment.”

Saying that, I slowly removed the hose from Ciel’s mouth.

Chapter length 3089 characters.