Ch.2Chapter 2. First Meeting with That Woman (2)

“Hey, teacher. How about we solve this with a conversation?”

“……”

“Let’s make a deal. If you spare me, I’ll offer my ass every d— Ah, fuck this.”

What kind of asshole is this?

The asshole who told me to try communicating with a glow stick.

No matter how stupidly I waved it, the tentacles kept getting closer, so I just threw it.

Come to think of it, those gay bastards all died after getting caught while running away, not from actually fighting.

Maybe they’re actually pushovers in a real fight?

“Come at me, you fucker! Back in my day—!”

In an instant, a tentacle flew in and wrapped around my neck, yanking me forward.

Fucking thing has no manners, interrupting someone who’s talking.

With nothing to grab onto, I was helplessly dragged until my head entered the ventilation duct.

“Kueeeee……”

“Wow. It really looks like absolute shit.”

At an uncomfortably close distance, we made eye contact.

Actually, are those even eyes?

It looked exactly like a magnified cockroach face, with a know-it-all expression.

“KIEEEEEK!”

The piece of shit let out a shriek and opened its maw.

I absolutely refuse to die with my neck snapped while it makes those toilet sounds.

I grabbed the head of the hammer hanging at my waist and thrust it upward.

“Suck on this instead, you piece of shit.”

“UGEGEGEK!”

It seemed to enjoy having the massive dildo shoved into its gaping maw.

Then the tentacle started squeezing my neck like it was trying to strangle me.

This kind of play isn’t my thing.

CRACK! CRUNCH!

“UGEEEK!”

I calmly swung my hatchet down and severed the tentacle.

Spraying black blood from the cut surface, the creature disappeared into the ventilation duct as if being sucked in.

I stood tensely with the hatchet for several minutes, staring at the vent, but that ugly head never reappeared.

Did it get scared and run away after losing its tentacle?

Seems more shy than I expected.

It probably won’t come out again for a while.

“Whew. What a mess.”

When I turned around, the corpses were floating around, tangling with each other and making a complete disaster.

That gay bastard who claimed to be a former trainer…

He was actually a decent guy except for when he’d sneak in and rape kids in their sleep.

Little Tom…

He was consistently a good kid too, except when he’d stick his ass out begging me to fuck him.

I’ve lost a bunch of comrades, but it wasn’t a meaningless death.

Now that I’ve figured out the enemy’s combat ability and tendencies, I can win next time.

We still have people left. Four of us remain.

The kids seem pretty scared, so I should try to boost their morale.

With that thought, I raised my arm as I opened the hatch.

“Hey, you cowards! Let’s—wait, what the fuck?”

Blood poured out from the airlock, soaking my face.

“Ah! Shit!”

I had to rub my eyes for a while because blood got in them.

When I finally managed to open my bloodshot eyes and look inside the airlock, it was packed with four corpses.

-Prisoner 220. Can you hear me.

Just then the intercom rang, so I grabbed the receiver.

“What the hell is this?”

-It couldn’t be helped. They threatened to tear open the hatch… we had no choice but to open it and shoot them all dead.

“No, not that. Why the fuck are you sending the corpses back? Are you telling me to clean this up?”

-Just leave them. There are plenty of corpses there already, aren’t there?

That’s true.

I dragged the corpses and threw them far away.

Now I can’t tell which ones are the newly delivered corpses and which ones were already dead meat.

I guess if it smells like blood, it’s new, and if it smells like rotten fondue, it’s old.

-Prisoner 220. Complete the mission—

“I won’t. I mean, I can’t, fuck. Didn’t you just see? That thing slices off human heads like they’re cucumbers. How am I supposed to catch that thing alone? Shoot it dead or whatever, do it yourself. I can’t do it.”

-I know it’s an unreasonable mission. That’s why I have a proposal, Prisoner 220.

“I said I won’t do it.”

-If you successfully complete the mission, I’ll grant you parole.

“You should have said that from the beginning.”

Parole.

The thought of being able to fuck fresh Earth women instead of STD-ridden junkie bitches changes everything.

If that’s what they’re offering, it’s a different story.

Seeing how that thing ran away after taking one hit, it might be weaker than it looks.

This might be a more manageable fight than I thought.

“I accept, with one more condition.”

-What do you want?

“Give me a gun. Any kind will do.”

-There’s concern about damaging the instrument panels and research facilities.

“Don’t worry! I’ll aim carefully! Do you want me to just die?”

-Sigh… Under the airlock seat. Press the wall panel.

“Oh.”

When I touched the wall, a holographic number pad appeared.

-The password is 0514.

“What’s this number? Your mom’s birthday?”

-That’s right.

“Oh ho.”

I’ve learned the warden’s mother’s birthday.

If I ever cut off that bitch’s head, I’ll make sure to send it to her mother’s house to arrive on May 14th.

With such thoughts, I entered the password, and the wall opened.

Inside was a glorious submachine gun.

“Wow… Is this a McFul rifle? No, what the fuck is this? Hey! This uses 9mm pistol rounds?”

-There will be no additional ammunition supply. Good luck.

“You crazy bitch…”

I slammed the receiver back into the intercom hard enough to break it.

So I’m supposed to kill an alien monster with these primitive pistol rounds that can’t even kill a junkie?

And with only two magazines?

“Fuck it, might as well try.”

If they’re offering parole, what do I have to lose?

I loaded one magazine into the gun and chambered a round. The other went into my pocket.

Looking at the ventilation duct while holding the gun, I couldn’t help but sigh.

It seems more certain to go through there than to move to the next module.

The creature seems to move through the ventilation system.

This is when the glow stick actually came in handy.

I pushed the glow stick inside, then squeezed in with the submachine gun first.

Then I crawled forward in the direction the creature had fled, slowly pushing the glow stick ahead of me.

“Ah. This doesn’t feel good.”

Of course, chasing a murderous monster wouldn’t feel good under any circumstances.

But even considering that, this felt particularly ominous.

The far end of the ventilation duct was not just dark, but pitch black.

Even with the glow stick, it was unnaturally dark, like Vantablack.

Finding it suspicious, I threw the glow stick forward with all my might.

The glow stick flew toward the end, bouncing off the walls a few times, and then

Thud…

It hit something and bounced back.

No, not something.

“Wow. You fucker.”

The darkness in the void slowly began to split into several branches and move.

What I had mistaken for empty space was actually tentacles blocking the entire ventilation duct.

The tentacles stared at me, standing rigid like my morning wood, then rushed toward me at a fierce speed.

TADADADADANG!

When I pulled the trigger on full auto, muzzle flashes filled the ventilation duct.

As the gunfire ceased and I was coughing from the gunpowder smell in the thick smoke

“Cough… Ah, fuck. Did I get it?”

The tattered tentacles were fleeing far away, leaving blood splattered all over the ventilation duct.

It took me three seconds to realize I’d jinxed myself.

Startled by the feeling of something watching the back of my neck, I turned around.

“No fucking way…”

And there I was, face to face with that thing again.

It was slowly crawling toward me from the distance.

For a moment, the creature and I just stared at each other.

“KIEEEEEK!”

“Oh, come on.”

As if it no longer needed to be cautious, the creature began crawling through the ventilation duct with heavy thuds.

Almost simultaneously, I began crawling backward toward it.

I couldn’t turn the gun around inside the ventilation duct.

So I had to get to the opening to turn the barrel.

I didn’t forget to reload while moving.

“Fuck! Why am I in a thriller movie!”

The creature chased me all the way to just behind me.

But I was the first to lower my lower body through the hole

“Adidas, motherfucker.”

“KIEEEEK?”

TADADADADANG!

The gun barrel turned toward the creature and spat fire.

Honestly, with all the flashing in front of my eyes, I couldn’t really see what happened.

What I do know for sure is that the creature wailed like a boy going through puberty, and when the gunfire stopped, it was gone.

Exhausted, I pulled my head out of the ventilation duct and collapsed.

There was something soft to rest my head on—turned out to be little Tom’s thigh.

Damn, the kid was sturdy.

I’m not gay, but I think I understand what parts homo guys find attractive.

Fuck, am I going crazy from sexual starvation?

“Phew…”

I used up both magazines in an instant.

They said there would be no ammunition resupply, so the gun is useless now.

I’ve already received parole and a gun as conditions, so I doubt they’ll give me anything more if I whine again.

Above all, no matter how much I search, there’s no food here.

“I’m really fucked.”

So the only option left is to move to the next module.

Without a gun, I can’t go through the ventilation duct.

I have no choice but to open the hatch.

“Hey! Open the hatch!”

Looking at the CCTV, I pointed at the hatch and flipped them off.

About five seconds later, the hatch made a loud noise and began to open slowly, with vibrations that shook the entire spaceship.

It was a commotion caused by the space plants that had grown over the hatch being torn away.

By the way, I wonder if I can eat these.

They look like wild vegetables, but the pink color is suspicious.

They have the appearance of something that would make you incredibly powerful if eaten.

“Wow. Resident Evil.”

What appeared as the hatch opened was the view of the research module.

White rooms filled with machines and computers reminded me of an end-of-the-world villain’s virus development base.

There were also some poor bastards who seemed to have died while doing research.

Oh, judging by the skull, this one might have been pretty.

What a shame.

“Is there anything to eat?”

I’m not hungry yet.

Still, since I don’t know how long this hide-and-seek will last, it would be good to find food. And water too.

Usually, if you search female researchers’ desk drawers, you find chocolate…

“Bingo.”

A pile of Twix chocolates was discovered.

They probably saved them to eat one at a time.

Unwrapping two or three at once and dumping them into my mouth felt like committing NTR, which strangely made me feel good.

“What else is there?”

The thing about looting is this:

You start with small things, but it gradually becomes uncontrollable.

After violating Twix, I really wanted to eat Hershey’s chocolate.

I could eat it occasionally on Earth, but I haven’t had any since coming up here.

“That’s all the snacks stashed here. I’ve searched everywhere.”

Like a madman, I went around poking everywhere.

I stripped the corpses and emptied all their pockets.

I found a Chupa Chups and sucked on it while continuing my search.

Then I found something that looked like a locker.

Without thinking, I pressed the button.

Whirr…!

“Oh my. That startled me.”

The wall opened with a loud noise.

What I thought was a small locker revealed its enormous size from behind the wall.

It wasn’t just my imagination that it seemed about the size of a coffin, just big enough for one person.

“Oh.”

Through the glass, I could actually see a person.

A black-haired, beautiful… or rather cute-looking kid.

It was hard to tell if they were Asian or Western, with an ambiguous appearance. Maybe mixed race.

Judging by the body, if Western, about 13 years old, which would be illegal.

If Asian, around 18, which would be legal.

While I was pondering this, the intercom rang frantically.

Ah right. Those bastards are watching.

Unfortunately, exhibitionist sex isn’t my thing.

“What the fuck.”

-I know what you’re thinking. Touch that kid and you’re dead.

“I won’t touch them. Seriously. What do you take me for?”

-A rapist murderer, you fucking bastard.

“……”

I have nothing to say to that.

-That’s the only survivor on the ship. They’re asleep in the hibernation device, so there’s no need to take them out. Just ignore them and catch the monster.

“And put this one back in?”

-Yes.

I wonder if I shouldn’t get them as a trophy after killing the monster.

If they’re Western, I’d raise them a bit before fucking them, and if Asian, I’d fuck them right away.

Ah, thinking about it makes me so horny.

I should just jerk off.

As I prepared to masturbate, the intercom rang hysterically again.

Here comes my masturbation material.

“Hello?”

-Hey! Why the fuck did you cover the CCTV? Remove it right now!

“A little more angry, please.”

-Just try touching that kid, you fucking bastard. I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.

“Ohhh…”

I’ve thought this before, but the warden’s angry, sharper voice is not just pretty but sexy.

There must be countless guys who’ve jerked off to this, which says it all.

If I shake it while listening to this in real-time, isn’t it practically like having sex?

-I’ll let it slide if you stop now.

“It’s too late.”

-Did you put it in? Huh? Did you fucking put it in already?

“Urgh! I’m cumming!”

-You fucking vermin! Pull out! Pull out, you fucker!

Wow, what dialogue. Fucking hot.

I ejaculated the concentrated essence I’d been saving for about three weeks due to the rapidly approaching sensation.

As the ecstasy subsided and post-nut clarity set in, I slowly opened my eyes.

“Wow. I’m fucked.”

-You just realized that? You’re dead. Stay right there—

The receiver slipped from my hand.

What appeared before my eyes was…

“Grrrr…”

That ugly-faced creature, now covered in my white fluid.