The Branded Female Fencer

"- So, what's the end?

"I found it, sure."

There are two people who converse to whisper as a suspicious incense burns. One is a boy wearing a black robe. The other is a glossy whore. It was Doom and Libby Doo.

"'Tempting Hammer' in 'Sleeping Pills (Hypnos)'. I didn't know it was in a human city."

"Humans can't be insulted. Things that don't go out into the world, things that aren't good enough to go out, are hidden in these hustle and bustle. That's what I learned when I met you on my own. Of all the fakes, a grip of authenticity. That's what this city is all about."

"Which one are you?

"It's real, in a way."

dull, and glossy Libidu laughed and showed her. Seeing that good smile, Doom is only shuddered. I hate indoors that have burned too much incense and smoked, opening windows and looking out. Facing a narrow alley, that room has a whorehouse right next to it, even when the windows are opened, and the voices of men and women can be heard only for the opening of the windows. Whatever the scream of pain as a doom, it is just uncomfortable to hear such screams of pleasure.

Considering that mood swings were irresistible in this room, where neither the sky nor darkness could be seen properly, Doom immediately closed the window.

"Well, given what you've created, the essence of this city is my preference. I don't think you'll like the city very much."

"You have something to enjoy about evil spirits."

"I admit I'm a euphoria. I'm going to learn Ya."

Doom turned his back on Libby Doo. This city doesn't know what tricks and where people's eyes are. Normally, Doom, who moves in a mood, also forbade the act by intuition. He says it's a better idea to behave like a person here. No matter how slutty and pleasure-grabbing the city is, it's very tough on something other than humans. A certain discipline - and iron discipline - Doom felt it again.

Usually those codes and such are dooms that go into a derisive attitude, but I'm not going to stay long this time, and I don't want to stand out. Seeing the uncomfortable looking doom, Libby Doo was laughing at the dullness.

"And I wonder what you're going to use it for, those two. You had a hard time getting it, didn't you?

"Of course it's a good thing. Now the purpose of the plan was. After that, I'm gonna go get the" best "body for the man-eater."

"Optimal body?

"Yes, it's the perfect body. Experion for that, that woman for that. Enough planting?

"It would be obvious. Who do you think I am? I used to be a queen without a queen in line in the city of pleasure. There's no one I can't reach, be it a man or a woman."

When Libby Doo rang the bell, the men came in holding one bag. The men all looked sloppy and lacking, but only their eyes had a very evil intelligence. This is also a slightly unacceptable glow for Doom.

In the sack the men threw unconstitutionally, it was moving frighteningly, as if someone would cramp. The unnatural movement also makes Doom slightly anxious.

"It wouldn't be broken, would it?

"Don't let it live, don't break it. Amateurs can't add or subtract from it. It's finished well enough, to the point where you feel the pain is superb pleasure. Now if they drop one finger at a time, they'll go crazy instead of dying."

"- So it's a world I don't understand. But this would be just fine. Man Eater!"

"Yes."

A man-eater then appeared from behind. The men lagged behind for a moment, but if you still think it was the woman who came out, you lean over to the maneater with a nasty laugh. Apparently, as human beings, they lacked a sense of fear or crisis.

"- I like it, these guys. What a big balls to lust in a man-eater. Can I borrow them someday?

"Go ahead? Even this taram originally undertakes a despised job, you shitty mercenaries. Feel free to use it."

"All right - now you've got a point of view for those who play. Man Eater, you can eat the contents of the bag."

"Are you sure? What's in there?

"Open up and look."

When Maneater was recommended by Doom to look in the bag, there was one woman there. But a man-eater is an opponent I have never seen. In the first place, it is doubtful that Maneater has a habit of discerning humans.

But even such a man-eater had a beauty for a woman just to think she was beautiful. Above all, I have an appetite for what I've done so far and what I still see in defiant eyes. A large amount of salivation was accidentally drooling from the maneater.

"Hey, Doom... I like this. Little by little, can I eat?

"Don't overdo it, okay? Because the goal is to remain conscious even after eating. There's no point in breaking it, is there?

"I know. Such superb food would be a waste of time if we didn't rebel for so long."

"Hmm... that's the feeling I don't understand. Don't get this room dirty, because it's my work room for once."

Libidu poisoned him, but the word didn't reach Maneater. I just told him to go that way with his hand, but did that barely make it through, and when Maneater took charge of the bag, he went straight outside.

But for that matter, Doom thinks it's gonna be okay. It was when Maneater took in Insomnia that he found out that Maneater could even reflect the abilities and thoughts of the person he ate. Those who were merely absorbed and uncut by the man-eater, or equipped with abilities and myself, could remain conscious and capable even after the man-eater ate them. Those personalities remained as easy as those close in nature to Maneater, but one time when Maneater swallowed his suicidal volunteer daughter into a breath, it was Doom's thought-provoking beginnings that he said he could hear his daughter.

If Maneater doesn't hate me to be eaten. I wonder if everything Maneater eats will be a force for Maneater. Doom tried every way he could think of, but apparently by 'tuning' under Libby Doo and then 'taking it in' he could increase that chance a little bit.

And it led to this goal (the main dish). Doom tries to pull up, looking as satisfied as he was when he finished his job.

"Libby Doo, what do you do? Do you want to go see the man-eater done?

"I won't shy away. Guests are here, apparently."

"Arnelia's pilgrimage? Maybe Jake's here too. Be careful, all right?

"I'm not like Insomnia."

"That's a loser's dialogue."

"A virgin or a monk or a knight hungry for carnal desire? I'll get it for you."

"... I hope the Okama bastard isn't there for you."

When Doom sarcastically and then left, Libby Doo started laughing alone when he shrugged. Because I don't feel like losing anything in this place I built up to the 'Castle'.

"Hehe... I don't know if it's Arnelia or the Temple Knight, but if it's something you can get here, come on. This is my territory. Everything will fall on me - no one can turn against me. I'll kill you with superb pleasure, not pain."

Libidu was laughing loudly for a while. Even the voice was somewhere glossy, and the men who remained on the field desperately restrained themselves in front of Libidu, who would be squeezed out and killed if they jumped.

Continued