Find him now, or we'll all be sacrificed!』
『But he's not in Sector 3, and he's not in Sector 4. He's so sneaky, he doesn't leave a trace...』
『Do you want to be the sacrifice then? I don't need any excuses.』
The ashen bull snorts. One clever human had gotten away, and now every worker's head in this factory is in his hands. Nerves are bound to be on edge.
As much as he resents Asterios, he resents the human more. He swears he'll send the bitch straight to the dump once he gets caught.
Damn it, damn it.
How had things come to this, he wonders, but has neither the courage nor the justification to accuse Asterios of unfairness. It is clearly a mistake on the factory's part. With no way to stop the production process, there is a limit to the manpower that can be brought in. Just a matter of time before Asterios find the human, so those who have spare time, regardless of status, are forced to search for the damn human.
『Search every nook and cranny. Once you find the human, contact me right away. I'll be on my way. Move, move, move!』
The angry bull waves his arms wildly, and the group of eyeless bulls in front of him scatters.
They are indeed good at their jobs, but unless specifically ordered to do something, they are not expected to do it well. The foreman thumps his chest in frustration, then follows suit to find Jeremy.
On the other side of the factory, Asterios is strolling through the factory leisurely and elegantly, not even bothering to do a small run. Humans are clever, but they trail off their scent.
Following the faint scent, the jackal stops and casts his eyes around, squinting slightly. His nostrils flare as he catches the scent of a distant, stronger body.
『...』
Maybe he isn't that clever.
He knows very well that bulls have a dull sense of smell, but to leave a scent as pungent as this, that human is an outright fool. Anticipating an exciting chase, Asterios snorts softly and resumes walking.
Sure enough, it isn't long before he spots a pillar covered in human markings. Like an animal marking their territory, the pillar is covered in milk and sweat.
Asterios frowns slightly at the smell of milk wafting on the tip of his nose. He turns his body around. Somewhere not far, a blur of oily footprints is seen on the floor―presumably from the sweat on the soles of his feet.
He's pretty quick for such a small subject.
Yes, the jackal has to admit, this human is fast. He must be in pretty good shape to have covered a distance that would have taken a human a long time. But even then, it is impossible for a human to outrun a jackal. Judging by the thickening scent of his body odor in the air, he must be just around the corner.
Asterios thinks as he continues to follow the human's scent.
Now that he has gotten bored, he's done with this game.
***
"Hngh...nnh..."
Jeremy squirms like a man near death. He'd barely managed to keep his c0ck still, but that doesn't take away the pain in his chest. With each step, his heavy pecs are gently bounce up and down, creating a constant tingling sensation. If he accidentally takes a big step, his pecs will bounce, plunge, and bounce again, causing him to scream in pain.
The pain intensifies as his breasts start to swell with milk. It hurts to move, it hurts to breathe. Things aren't any better on his hips. The tingling sensation that travels up his body with every step is just as irritating.
Jeremy is tormented. He is half tempted to cum but half afraid he'll get caught and maybe, die.
"Ugh..."
The exhausted middle-aged man's eyelids flutter. Pushed to the limit, his gaze reflexively darts to his waist.
The sweat-soaked skin looks smooth with no a single scar. The endless agony, thirst, and marching in the battlefield long agoo is no doubt to be also a fake memory, a delusion. His stomach churns.
Jeremy frowns and blinks. Still dragging his limp legs, he takes a deep breath to calm himself.
Don't think about it, be realistic, just get out of here...
Huff huff huff... His ragged breathing echoes in the silence. He tries to keep thinking positively, but his will keeps slipping away and his body grows weak.
He'd rather...
Maybe I should go back and beg for forgiveness...?
Maybe it is only those machines that can truly make him happy. Even as he bemoans the fact that it is too late to realize their value, Jeremy unconsciously begins to long for the narrow confines of the glass cage in which he was trapped. The need is intense.
Even if I can somehow escape, if I stay like this for the rest of my life...
What horrible sh*t to think. Jeremy doesn't want to live a life only to be f*cked by some ruthless machines.
『Gurrh...』
Just when Jeremy thinks he's had enough of walking, he hears what sounds like a low growl in the distance. The middle-aged man, who only ten seconds earlier was tempted to turn back, jerks his head up stiffly and casts his eyes around. He has spent years on the island of Nawatuwa as an idle sculptor, but there are still some untamed instincts within him.
"..."
Jeremy gasps and slowly back away. It takes only three steps to hide himself in the pillar behind him.
『Gotcha.』