The Satyr Scouts #5
The crazed, fully erect satyrs snorted like bulls and charged toward Serineu. Seeing them, she shrieked and bolted for her life!
"You crazy satyr bastards!"
We’re different species, for crying out loud—what exactly do you think you’re doing?! Regardless, it’s easy to suppress an enemy when they’re blinded by obsession.
"Buril! Let’s go! Don't kill them, just beat the living hell out of them!"
"Understood! Keruk!"
—*Whoosh!*
I kicked off the ground alongside the goblins, giving chase to the satyrs.
"Meeeh-eh-eh!"
"Bweeeh!"
But these idiots—were they so oblivious they didn't even notice us pursuing them? They were mindlessly chasing only Serineu. Had their lust completely rotted their brains?
To be fair, from this angle, I could see Serineu’s ass perfectly as she flew. I could even see her breasts jiggling due to air resistance. If you see something like that, it’s understandable to lose your mind. Of course, I prefer beating the crap out of guys who have lost their minds! It’s much better than hitting someone who’s shy and on guard!
"You bastards!!!"
"Meeh?!"
Only when I shouted did one of the satyrs look back, but it was already too late!
—*Whoosh!*
I kicked off the ground and delivered a flying sidekick!
—*Thwack!*
"Meeeh-eh?!"
The one who looked back took the hit to his spine and went flying. *Whew!* Is this the power of my enhanced mana? I could clearly feel the improvement in my physical capabilities with that single blow.
"You bastard! I’m going to beat you to a pulp!"
I landed stably after the sidekick and immediately charged at the fallen creature.
"Keruk!"
"Kerururuk!"
At the same time, the goblins following me jumped in with their stone axes raised, swarming the other satyr.
—*Thwack!*
—*Thwack!*
An overwhelming gang-beating service accompanied by a fierce stone-axe massage.
"Meeeh-eh-eh-eh-eh!"
"Kerururuk!"
"Keruk!"
The fallen satyr struggled, but with a swarm of goblins hacking away with stone axes, there was no escape. On top of that, Buril, holding his spear backward, persistently poked at the satyr’s erect penis and perineum, inflicting pure agony.
"Meeeh...!"
And it was the same for the one I was handling.
"Stay still!"
I quickly applied a ground hold to the one I’d kicked. I grabbed him from behind, pinning his thighs with my legs and locking his neck with my arms!
"Meeeh-eh, meeeh-eh...!"
He was caught right after taking the hit. There was no way he could move.
"Master! What should we do with this one!"
"Tell us quickly!"
Sharan and Lumika had followed right behind. If these women showed their true strength, the satyrs would be dead. But what would be the point of that?
"That one! Grab any club you can find and beat him to death!"
"Okay!"
"Yes!"
Time for a clubbing.
—*Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!*
Held in my grip, the satyr was subjected to an overwhelming club-beating by the women.
"Meeeh!"
"Meeeh-eh-eh-eh-eh!"
It didn't even take five minutes for the two satyr scouts to be completely shredded.
"..."
"..."
They lay there like rags, barely clinging to life.
"A perfect victory! Wooooo!"
"Keruruk!"
"Keeeeek!"
"Master won!"
"Congratulations. Clap, clap, clap."
A perfect victory! We’d captured two prisoners! As we were celebrating, Serineu returned.
"Wow! You really caught them! Good job! You bad, bad boys!"
—*Thwack! Thwack!*
She seemed to have some pent-up frustration, as she started stomping on the fallen satyr’s head while cursing. It was actually quite cute.
"Bad satyr bastards! You all deserve to suffer! Die! Die!"
"That’s it! Keep going!"
I cheered her on, agreeing with her sentiment.
"Look at this fucking mess."
Reika, however, looked completely dumbfounded.
"Anyway, everyone. Restrain these guys. We’re taking them back to the village."
"Keruk!"
We would interrogate the prisoners now. Of course, they wouldn't be getting any help from international law or the protection of the Geneva Convention.
After returning, I announced the end of the mission and summoned all the pixies. The satyr scouts became a spectacle in the middle of the village.
"These bad guys! There are two of them!"
"We have to kill them!"
"They’re the enemies of our friends!"
The pixies vented their hatred toward the bound satyrs, throwing gravel and pouring out their anger. Pixies and satyrs had been at war since ancient times.
"Meeeh...!"
But even in that state, the satyrs were still insane with lust. Their penises had been damaged from the beating earlier, but they were still erect.
"Hey, that guy’s erection looks just like yours. Why don’t you just go over there and get tied up instead?"
Sister Reika mocked me with a smirk.
"Sister Reika. Do you want to be tied up while stripped naked?"
"Don't we do that every day?"
"If you keep saying things like that, I’m going to ask you to show me you masturbating."
"W-what?! You crazy bastard!"
"Quiet."
"Kuh...! Such humiliation...!"
Her face when she’s frustrated is just so pretty.
"But Demon King. They’re all still erect."
Lumika said, looking clearly uncomfortable.
"Are they getting hard looking at us?"
"Ah, shit. That might be it. Lumika, Sharan. Let’s cover up for now. Those guys must be in heat."
"Shaa."
Sharan immediately made clothes out of leaves and shared them with Lumika. Their exposure level dropped significantly.
"But they’re much smaller than Master’s."
"Ahem. Sharan, don’t look at bad things."
"Yes, Master."
Shall we start the work?
"Alright, quiet! Serineu! Keep the pixies quiet! I’m going to do some research now!"
"Got it. Everyone, you heard him? Let’s be quiet for a second. He says he wants to learn about the satyrs."
At Serineu’s words, everyone went silent.
"Good."
I approached the satyr.
"Meeeh...!"
The creature’s build was slightly larger than a hobgoblin. His body structure... his shoulders were broad and his arms were long, but his waist was thin. Overall, he didn't have the body of a warrior with strong bones. Look at him now. He was covered in bruises from the beating. Since his upper body, similar to a human’s, didn't have thick skin, every hit left a mark. His upper body defense was low.
And his lower body was like a goat’s.
"You hoof-bastard."
I looked at his feet. They were also similar to a goat’s. He had cloven hooves and heel-like hooves on his ankles. The center was... flesh.
With feet like these, ankle traps would work perfectly. I should make plenty of traps.
"Meeeh-eh-eh!"
"What was that, pal?"
As I was examining him, the satyr shouted at me and shook his head violently.
"Meeeh! Meeeh-eh-eh!"
"How do you have the energy after getting beaten like that... huh?"
Could it be?
"Hey."
—*Swish, swish.*
I moved my head to follow his gaze, blocking his line of sight.
"Meeeh!"
He had another fit. That was it. He was moving his head to look at the pixies and women behind me. He was truly insane with lust.
"As expected."
I didn't know the details, but despite being satyrs, they seemed to be creatures that got aroused by female-type monsters like pixies. A paraphilia? No. I’m a demon, so I like everything because we look similar. But satyrs are basically goats, aren't they?
Anyway. Now that I knew their state, luring them would be easy. They wanted women. Badly. I could easily lure them using just the pixies.
I’d lure them to that place I’d scouted earlier and fight them there.
"Bweeeh!"
"Words don't work anyway. Demon Domination."
I used Demon Domination for the first time in a while.
—*Poke.*
I injected it into his forehead.
"Meeeh-eh-eh-eh-eh!"
He shook his head, furious. It didn't even work. He was so excited he was bouncing everything off.
"Serineu. I’ve learned everything I need to."
"So, can we kill them now?"
Serineu showed her hostility as if she’d been waiting.
"We have to kill them! Hurry!"
"Kill the bad guys quickly!"
"Hurry! It’s unpleasant having them alive!"
The pixies felt the same. Time for the execution.
In the first place.
"Master. The kids are hungry. Keruk."
"Keruruk..."
"Krrruk..."
They were all drooling while watching. And I was in the mood to tear into some meat myself. Let’s eat them.
"Let’s do that. But Serineu, you guys can use magic, right? That thing you shoot."
"We can."
"I want to see the power of that. Can you do as I say for a moment?"
"Huh?"
I immediately asked Serineu to command the pixies.
—*Step, step, step.*
"Should I stand like this?"
"They said to stand right next to each other."
"Serineu, you stand in the middle."
Over ten pixies lined up in a row, keeping some distance from the satyrs. It looked like a firing squad. But they were chattering away.
"They’re lined up perfectly. When I give the signal, shoot at the same time, okay? Fire at the satyrs simultaneously."
Let’s see the power of the pixies’ magic.
"One. Two. Fire!"
The moment I signaled.
—*Swoosh!*
—*Swoosh!*
—*Swoosh!*
The pixies extended their hands and fired magic at the satyrs all at once. It was something like a blade made of mana. In other words, a Wind Cutter.
—*Slash!*
The Wind Cutters struck the bound satyrs.
"Meeeh...!"
I immediately ordered them to stop!
"Stop!"
I ran to the satyrs to check their condition.
"Hmm."
Is the power about the same as a dagger slash? The satyrs hit by the barrage of Wind Cutters were literally shredded.
"The shoulders, arms... and the chest protected by the ribs aren't exactly fatal, but the abdomen and the neck here are serious."
There are major blood vessels in the neck. The wounds themselves were like dagger slashes, but if it’s the neck, that’s a different story.
—*Gush, gush.*
Blood was pouring out because the Wind Cutters hit their necks. Both of them were the same. They would lose consciousness and die from blood loss within seconds.
"So that’s the level of power."
The check was over. I felt nothing but happiness thinking that these pixies would all be mine.
"Hooray!"
"We killed them!"
"Bad satyr bastards! We’ll show you all!"
Looking back, the pixies were overjoyed. They seemed to like this execution ceremony.
"Well then, let’s eat and get started. Buril, get the satyrs ready for cooking."
"Understood. Keruk, Master?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Can I have the kids do the cooking prep? Kerurung."
Buril said that with a grin, winking at me as if trying to be charming. Seven times in a row.
"Hehehe! You bastard! Hey, do you think your big brother would make you do it? Hurry up and have the kids do it!"
"Kerururung!"
Buril cheered and ordered his subordinates to prepare the cooking. The little guy. He’s really learning the ropes.
"Alright, let’s all eat and get to work!"