For the first time in forever, I woke up to a perfect morning. Why?
Because I had a big house, a big bed, big ambitions, and most importantly—a big little brother...
Cough... Jokes aside, I woke up without any issues today. No zombies trying to kill me, no shadowy figures whispering in the dark, and most importantly—
— DENJI! WAKE UP!
Power barged into my room, screaming at the top of her lungs, with Meowy yowling right beside her.
Of course, someone had to ruin my peaceful morning.
— Shut up. - I rolled over, trying to go back to sleep.
— Aki's calling! Something about Makima! - She stomped closer to my bed.
— Ughhh... - I groaned but finally sat up.
If Makima was involved, it had to be important.
Stretching my arms, I yawned, enjoying the morning sunlight streaming through the window.
— Yaaawn... Power, be a good girl and open the balcony door. - I said it casually, no orders this time.
— Hah? - She scrunched up her nose. —Do it yourself! It's your room! - She crossed her arms defiantly.
Meowy jumped onto the bed and settled on my lap. I sighed, petting the cat.
— Open the balcony door. - This time, my voice carried weight. — Or do you need another punishment like yesterday?
She gulped, then rushed to slide the door open. The crisp morning air flooded in, wiping away the last of my drowsiness.
— Tch. - She clicked her tongue, glaring as I kept petting Meowy.
She looked at her own pet like it was a traitor. Amusing.
— Good. Since you listened, I'll reward you. - I smirked at her.
— Hmph! You can't bribe me with food again! I'm full today! And my butt still hurts from yesterday! Sitting is painful! - She pouted like a brat.
— C'mon, Power. I admit I went too hard on you. - I moved Meowy aside and patted my lap. — Lie down.
— ...
She stared at me like I was an idiot. I grinned.
— You can refuse the reward if you want. - I shrugged, about to stand—when suddenly, she flopped onto the bed.
Laying sideways, she plopped her head onto my lap, then glared up at me.
—Don't get the wrong idea! The bed's just soft, and since you don't mind, I'll stay here. - She closed her eyes.
— Mhm. - My smirk widened. Progress.
She wasn't fully obedient yet, but my training was working. Technically, she was already my slave... my bitch, even. But I wasn't that cruel.
Some days, Power could be cute. So I'd give her a better impression of me.
My hand slowly stroked her hair—softer now, and smelling like my shampoo. I'd ordered her to wash up yesterday, threatening punishment if she neglected hygiene.
Still some issues, but she'd learn.
Her silky strands made me want to pet her more. And she... purred?
Whether it was imitation or a fiend thing, it only made me want to spoil her further.
"I should buy a collar... and cat ears. Maybe even a cosplay set, heh." Lost in thought, I accidentally brushed one of her small red horns.
— H-Hey! Don't touch those!- She jerked up, lips trembling.
— Oh? Sensitive spot? - I filed that info away.
— Y-Yeah! It's like touching bone! - She flushed slightly.
Interesting. Was it the head pats or the horns that got her flustered? I'd find out soon.
— Alright, that's it for today. Keep behaving, and maybe I'll reward you more later. - I stood up.
Then I realized—I wasn't wearing anything.
Completely naked in front of a fiend, and I couldn't care less. She'd see it eventually anyway.
— Didn't think you slept naked too. - Power remarked, shamelessly staring.
— You don't? - I smirked, pulling on my boxers. — Way more comfortable!
If Aki mentioned Makima, I had to meet her. Hah. Another busy day. But at least it gave me purpose.
After my usual morning shower, I threw on my work uniform. Thought about cologne but remembered—Makima was sensitive to smells.
Eh, lived without it before, can live without it now.
Downstairs, Aki was already tying his shoes by the door.
—Leaving already? - I asked. —Aren't we going together?
We worked for the same organization, after all.
— Different plans today. - He glanced back. — Don't act like an idiot in front of Makima.
And with that warning, he left.
— No "good luck"? Whatever. - I shrugged and headed to the kitchen.
I'd made sandwiches last night after feeding Power.
Gone. Of course.
— Power. - I called out just as she tried sneaking out the window. — Prepare your ass...
After delivering divine punishment, we slowly made our way to HQ. Could've been faster, but Power was waddling like her butt was on fire.
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HQ – Makima'sOffice
So there I was...
Sitting in one of the offices, slogging through the paperwork they'd dumped on me. Mostly damage reports from my recent rampage - not people, thankfully, just the neighborhood I'd trashed.
Christ almighty... What a fucking drag.
I mean, I could just stamp everything without reading, but who knows what tricks the redhead might pull? Last thing I needed was signing myself into slavery or a billion-dollar debt. Past-Denji already went through enough of that shit.
No obvious traps yet, but someday she'd bare her fangs for sure.
— Sign this one too. Property damage protocol. — Makima slid another document across the desk. — And this is the demon corpse utilization report.
The goddamn papers never ended... Fuck my life.
— Hah... And this is what they call being a hero... — I snorted, shaking my head.
— My apologies. The paperwork must be exhausting. Almost like punishment for defeating two demons.
— Don't apologize. I'm the one who didn't control myself. — I put my personal seal away and stretched, leaning back in the chair. — Hard to keep your head straight when you're becoming a demon.
— Really? I disagree. — She came up behind me, leaning down to whisper: — You're quite aware of your actions. You think clearly in critical moments.
— Wouldn't go that far. I panic too sometimes. Guess that's the human in me. — I kept staring at the documents, ignoring her breath on my neck.
— Hee hee. — She giggled and stepped back. — You've earned a reward. What would you like right now?
— A reward? — I chuckled. — Still being alive is reward enough.
I finally turned to look at her.
Sunlight caught in her crimson hair, making it glow. That scent of hers... intoxicating. Had she always been this stunning? I mean, she was hot when we first met too, but now her intentions seemed... different.
— Well? Any wishes? — She smiled. — I did promise to help you however I can.
I considered my options. This was perfect - a chance to chip away at her icy exterior. Maybe not love, but obedience and trust? That I could work with.
But I had to choose my words carefully. Who knew what kind of crazy lurked in that pretty head?
— Hmm... What if I asked to sleep with you?
Makima paused, actually thinking about it.
— Unfortunately, no. — She smiled with closed eyes.
— Worth a shot. — I grinned and stood up, turning to face her properly.
— What would you like, Denji-kun? — she pressed.
I took a deep breath, then spread my arms.
— I want to hug you, Makima.
No idea why that came out. Maybe I just wanted to feel her. Maybe it was Denji's lingering desires. Whatever the reason, it felt right.
To my shock, she actually jumped into my arms.
At first I froze - this had to be some trick, right? But when she didn't stab me in the back, I carefully returned the embrace.
[Image description: Makima hugging Denji]
Weird how bad she was at hugging. Not crushing, but way too tight - like she'd never done this before. And beneath that strength... loneliness.
But more importantly - damn, her body felt amazing. Soft breasts pressed against my stomach, her face buried in my chest where she could hear it - the heartbeat every demon craved. Not mine, not Denji's, but the Chainsaw Devil's.
The height difference worked in my favor too. Growth spurt paying off already.
I wanted to grab that perfect ass so bad, but kept my hands respectfully on her back. For now.
— Enjoying this, Denji? — she murmured.
— Shouldn't I be asking you that? — I smirked, breathing in her scent.
Better than Power's, that's for sure.
— I liked it. — She pulled away, but not before I caught the faintest blush.
Wait - was Makima actually flustered?
— Thanks for the warm fuzzies, Makima-chan. — I teased. — Too bad it's a one-time thing.
— Who said that? — She turned back from the window.
— So I can hug you whenever?
— No. That's boring. — She took my seat, crossing her legs. — Let's make a deal instead.
Of course.
— What kind?
— Kill the Gun Devil for me.
Gun Devil? Weren't firearms banned everywhere? Especially here in Japan... Why was that again?
Denji's memories were fuzzy on the details. Guess I'd need to hit the library later.
— Gun Devil, huh? Give me the details.
— First appeared 30 years ago in America. — She met my gaze. — An incredibly powerful demon. I believe only you can kill it.
— If it's that strong, why hasn't Public Safety handled it?
— Even I have my limits, Denji-kun. — Her smile turned sharp. — Succeed, and I'll grant any one wish.
Any wish, huh? She'd probably even agree to sex if I asked. But...
— Not enough motivation. — I leaned on the desk. — Let's play "fetch" instead - your favorite.
— Oh?
— I bring you its flesh, you fulfill small requests. Nothing sexual - just enough to keep me hunting.
— Trying to trick me?
— If I wanted to run, I'd be gone already. — I shrugged. — More fun this way. Like a dog and his—
— Master. — Her eyes gleamed.
Creepy. Whatever.
— You get the idea.
Makima actually paused, considering. Didn't expect that, did you?
— Very well. I accept these terms.
— Terms?
— A contract. To ensure you don't deceive me.
Hell yes. Risky, but perfect.
— Deal.
Chainsaw's power surged as our contract sealed.
— I'm counting on you, Denji-kun.
— And I'm counting on you, Makima-chan.
Uncontrolled control - achieved. Time to hunt.
To be continued...
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