BFT | Chapter 14

In any case, he had to send the calf back to the company of devils as soon as possible. In truth, if not for the goat horns, Rlyel would already have quietly smuggled the calf out of the prison. But in that state, even if she escaped, she would quickly be noticed and captured. As a devil, she would not even be able to die a clean death. Rlyel, as an executioner, knew better than anyone how brutal the methods of execution in this era were.

More than that, the biggest problem was that her intelligence was low. At that level, she could never survive alone in the human world.

This was the decisive reason he could not smuggle the calf out. Even if Rlyel lived with her, one moment of distraction and she might leave home on her own and be caught by humans. There were many other problems too.

Having grown up through a harsh childhood, Rlyel understood all too well how important self-control was in a crisis. Especially when survival was at stake, one had to be extremely cautious. Rather than rashly freeing her only for her to be caught and killed in no time, he needed to make a definite plan in Abaddon, where the calf’s life could at least be guaranteed, even if it took time.

At that moment, the beast frowned and rubbed at her own chest. It seemed she was having another milk ache.

Rlyel suddenly felt, once more, that the beast truly was a devil. Her body remained highly active even though she did not eat. Milk flowed well in her breasts, and according to the prisoners, the male organ also came several times. Her lifespan was supposedly several hundred years too, so a devil’s body was overwhelmingly superior to a human’s. Unlike humans, who regarded devils as dangerous beasts, to devils humans were probably nothing more than insignificant rabbits.

Rlyel drifted back into thoughts of black mass. Even while serving as warden chief, he had occasionally continued his work as an executioner. Royal executions were carried out in a separate underground chamber in the palace, and the royal household office summoned Rlyel every time. Since a commoner had no right to refuse the palace’s request, he would travel there each time and stay at court for several days.

And yesterday, a letter requesting his services had arrived from the royal household office. As scheduled, Rlyel was supposed to depart for the capital the day after tomorrow.

A month ago, the king’s official consort had been burned at the stake for performing black masses to curse a rival noblewoman, and the whole country had been buzzing. The court was a place with maggots crawling in every corner, so it seemed likely that he could easily find a woman who knew a competent witch. Besides, whenever Rlyel stayed at court, the maids always tried to seduce him, so the task did not seem difficult.

No, if I leave this place, something terrible will happen to the calf. Not only the prisoners, but even the guards will be taking turns with the calf day and night....

Before he could finish the thread of thought, Rlyel raised his head. The beast was lifting the sheet and stepping out of bed.

Why is she doing that?

Since the beast did not eat, she also never relieved herself, and once she lay down on the bed, she would not get up. The beast walked silently toward the puzzled Rlyel. Since this was the first time she had approached him like this, Rlyel became even more tense. Unlike when he washed her body or milked her, the beast had shown not the slightest sign of noticing him, so her sudden behavior was bewildering.

Damn it, and I’m naked right now....

Of course the beast would not be shocked by a man’s nude body. Rlyel had often wandered around naked in front of her too, yet he still felt humiliated. If the prisoners could hear the warden chief’s inner thoughts, they would think their ears had betrayed them, but it felt like being a boy who had accidentally been seen naked by a noble lady and was flustered.

The beast walked slowly toward him without taking her eyes off Rlyel. In the white blouse and gray pleated skirt, she gave off a mysterious impression, as if a spirit had disguised itself as a human being.

The clothes the beast wore were expensive, yes, but Rlyel had chosen and bought only the ones that seemed pretty to his own eye. It had been with the thought that the poor calf should at least wear pretty clothes. Of course, the clothes were dirtied by the prisoners’ bodily fluids every day. Every night Rlyel had to put clean clothes on the beast, take the dirty ones away, wash them, and then repeat the cycle.

Still, seeing her like this made the fact that Baphomet was androgynous feel real. The beast was astonishingly pretty, and even now that her breasts had been handled, the women’s clothes somehow still did not suit her. Yet she also did not look like a man cross-dressing as a woman. It was strange. Perhaps the real form of the mythical Hermaphroditus was like the beast. A Milanese duke in some old story was said to have painted men and women with deliberately ambiguous sex in pursuit of perfect beauty. As expected, there seemed to be no other creature so exquisitely fashioned as this one.

The beast, now close, gazed quietly into Rlyel’s eyes. Rlyel could not turn away and looked down at her. In spite of himself, his lower body wanted to react again.

The truth was, from the very first day the beast came to Abaddon Prison, Rlyel had been hard. The moment he removed her dress in order to put on new clothes, the nude body before him, even if it was unmistakably male in form, had been enough to give him a strong sexual stimulus. If the beast had been born in Rome, countless painters would have competed to strip him and place him before their canvases. The beast’s nude body, captured in paint, would have been hung in the reception rooms of cardinals and nobles under titles like Saint Sebastian, Ganymede, and Cyparissus. Yet Rlyel had hurriedly dressed the beast.

If it had been like this while changing clothes, there was no need to mention what it was like when washing her. To clean out the prisoners’ semen completely, he had no choice but to put his fingers into the private places, and that was the hardest part of all. After barely getting through the first day he was responsible for the beast, Rlyel had from then on endured self-loathing and always taken care of the matter by masturbating first before heading down to the underground solitary cell.

It was the same when milking her. Just four days after arriving at Abaddon, the beast had safely given birth to a baby, and Rlyel had suddenly been saddled with milking her three times a week with a breast pump. Having to massage the beast’s breasts for such long periods made him feel like he was going mad. More than anything, he found himself disgusting for feeling sexual arousal toward breasts that were squirting milk.

Even more shameful was that he often got hard just looking at the beast lying on the bed in clothes. In fact, even after finishing all the cleaning, Rlyel often could not leave the cell right away and would keep watching the beast for a long time. In that sense too, the beast’s low intelligence was truly fortunate. Such shameful things had to remain a secret known only to Rlyel until the day he died.

Suddenly, the beast lifted her blouse with one hand. Rlyel could not move at all and only watched what she was doing. Because she raised the blouse with just one hand, the fabric on one side rolled up too. The sight of her with one breast exposed while still dressed was even sluttier than if she had been completely naked.

Could she mean she wants to sleep with me right now?

At that thought, anger surged up in Rlyel. Hadn’t she dealt with hundreds of men just a couple of hours ago? Still not enough? Coming to a healthy man on her own to relieve her urges and showing him her chest?

Her face was innocent as an angel’s, but the beast was still a devil. A lustful Baphomet clan that gathered people in the forest late at night and held rites in the form of mass orgies. She was only a pitiful calf in appearance, but at the root, she was still a wicked goat.

Suppressing his anger, Rlyel turned away. After staring hard at the dark blue floor for a while, he said, "Go away."

The beast gave no sign of moving away. Well, she probably could not understand human speech. Still, by glaring at the floor for a long time, his lower body finally settled down.

Rlyel drew a steady breath, stood up from the table, and pulled the beast’s blouse down. Then he scooped her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down. Just as he was about to pull the sheet up to her chest, his shoulders jerked.

This girl...

The beast had taken Rlyel’s hand and placed it on her chest. Though slight, there was a definite fullness beneath a man’s grasp, and the area around the nipple under the thin blouse fabric was damp.

Rlyel silently glared at the beast’s blue eyes before withdrawing his hand.

Only then did he realize he had mistaken the beast’s gesture for something else. It seemed she had come to him for help because she could not endure the milk ache. Like a puppy or a kitten leaning on its mother when hungry or in pain. And the person caring for the beast here was Rlyel. Until now the beast had seemed to pay him no attention at all, but in fact she must have recognized him as her protector.

The problem was how to relieve the milk ache. He could not decide whether he should massage the breasts with his hands or bring the pump and express the milk for her. Rlyel sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the beast’s chest and falling into thought. If possible, he did not want to use the pump. Even when he tried his best, every time he milked her, the beast seemed to feel pain.

After thinking it over, Rlyel brought some towels. Then he lifted the beast’s blouse and covered her breasts with the towels. Deliberately fixing his eyes on the ceiling, Rlyel moved his hand to the beast’s right breast. He grasped it from below and repeatedly squeezed and released it.