Uh....Well....

You wake up the next day to the sound of chirping birds, people chatting outside, and anguished screaming.

As you wake up, your mind slowly processes the meaning of 'agonized screaming', and you bolt out of your bed, wide awake. Agonized screaming?! Marie lasted longer than them, how'd they fuck up?!

You rush downstairs, passing Marie's room, who's ass is....cutely sticking out of the blanket, actually. You backtrack and take a moment to admire the sight before resuming your run. Entering the front, you look at the counter to see......Nike cowering from the sight of the product.

"S-S-Shame on you, Butcher! Shame on you for murdering those poor animals, you bastard!" She cries, pointing a shaking finger at you and whimpering when you glare at her.

"It's my job, Nike. It's literally the core of my programming. Not my fault you lost, and now you're bound to me." You reply, smirking when she scowls (it's more of a pout) at you, before perking up, "By the way, you might want to tell Victor to stop preparing to sneak attack me. As much of a trap he is, I'm not going to go easy on him like yesterday."

There's a grumble from behind you, and a figure walks up. You know, because of it being so dark and you busy fighting them, until today, you had never seen what Victor and Nike physically looked like, until a few minutes ago.

The first figure you would see was an adorable 5'5 figure, with flawless white skin, verdant green eyes, platinum silver hair in a bob cut, a cute button nose and full lips on a feminine heart-shaped face. The face was accompanied by a dainty feminine figure, with a lean waist, a full bubble butt and slender legs that would make a lesser man orgasm on sight.

The first figure was also Victor Cross.

You felt conflicted, being attracted to him.

Nike, on the other hand, was an even shorter 5'3, with bronzed tan skin, pitch-black hair that ran down to her ass, twinkling sapphire eyes, a button nose, and thin lips that still seemed to pop out a heart-shaped face. She had a lean waist, DD-cup breasts, a full bubble butt that gave her an hourglass figure, and full-ish legs where all the fat was in just the right places.

She was also both scared of and angry at you. And Victor was pouting at you.

The pout was kind of ruined by the serrated knife he had in his hand, and he seemed to glare at you for calling him out.

You sighed. Maybe you should have finished them off and been done with it, but apparently, there was no way to 'fire' them.

.....Well, fuck.