Chapter 51
After feeding Power for a while, the now fully satisfied Power leaned against Denji with a contented face.
Now it was finally his turn to eat.
He casually picked up a chopstick-full of noodles and was about to bring them to his mouth when his peripheral vision suddenly caught some unusual movements from Higashiyama Koharu.
His attention was instantly drawn to little Koharu.
At this moment, only about one-third of the noodles in Koharu's bowl had been eaten. It seemed she hadn't expected the portion to be this large and hadn't prepared herself mentally, so she was now making emergency adjustments.
As everyone knows, when a person sits down, their stomach gets squeezed forward by the body. And since Public Safety uniforms usually come with belts,
for someone petite like Koharu—whose pants were slightly oversized to begin with—the belt naturally had to be cinched extra tight to prevent slipping.
And that kind of tightness, of course, greatly affects eating.
To adjust, she first straightened her back and unbuckled the belt. Slender fingers reached to her side and gently tugged—her shirt hem obediently slipped free.
Thinking she had adjusted properly, Koharu rebuckled the belt and was about to continue eating. But the moment she bent forward again, her movement froze once more.
Clearly, the adjustment still wasn't enough.
She couldn't let good food go to waste so easily!
She got a little anxious.
Head lowered again, she fiddled with the buckle. This time she lifted her shirt with one hand while freeing the other to operate the buckle.
The buckle came undone, but she couldn't fasten it one-handed. With no choice, she lifted her shirt higher and pressed it down with her arm—freeing both hands to deal with the tiny metal clasp.
This time she loosened the belt enough~
Perhaps because she had failed once before, before finally confirming, she deliberately tested it.
Still holding the shirt hem, she tentatively bent forward to see if the belt would still press against her lower belly.
Obviously—with the belt now below her navel—how could it possibly still squeeze?
Of course it didn't~ When standing straight it wasn't very noticeable, but once she bent over, that smooth, fair little abdomen was squeezed into a thin, slightly protruding ring of soft flesh.
Koharu seemed a little troubled by this tiny bit of figure. When standing normally there was nothing, but bending over always made her feel like this part looked a little "chubby."
(Actually this is a very healthy and normal body—details can be searched on browser, Baidu.)
She poked it slightly in mild dissatisfaction. That Q-bouncy little belly had no temper—like cotton. Pressed in, it caved; released, it immediately sprang back.
Straightening up again, the faint abs line became clearly visible again. Though the muscles were a bit soft, they still hardened when flexed!
She let the shirt float back down lightly and was just about to continue enjoying her meal. When she raised her head and her vision took in the surrounding colors and environment, Koharu suddenly realized something was terribly wrong!
Perhaps because this corner felt too safe, she had completely forgotten she was still outside!
Her little head swiveled like radar, quickly scanning around: behind was the chair back and wall, left was wall, front was the table and Himeno-senpai, right was—
Her eyes met Denji's.
sluuuurp~
Denji acted as if he felt no awkwardness whatsoever. Only now did he finally suck in that long-cooled mouthful of noodles.
"…"
The two continued staring at each other in silence.
Except Koharu's side looked completely frozen—like a system crash, almost no movement at all; while Denji—somehow—managed to keep eye contact while calmly continuing to eat.
Bite after bite, soon the noodles were finished.
Casually popping open a juice soda, inserting the straw, taking it into his mouth.
The ice-cold, sweet, cloying liquid couldn't suppress the blazing fire of desire surging in his heart at all!
ssss—
The empty suction sound when the straw hit bottom was especially grating at this moment, thickening the already bizarre atmosphere between them even further.
clank.
The drained empty can was casually set on the table.
The eye contact never broke.
Koharu's gaze gradually transitioned from emotional-overload shock to a kind of extremely suppressed calm madness.
And Denji's brain right now was truly "empty empty empty"—no, that's not quite right.
More accurately—his brain currently had room for nothing except yellow waste!
The two "lunatics" somehow connected on an absurdly matching frequency from some completely ridiculous angle! Eye contact remained unbroken.
Finally—Denji moved first.
His broad, tall figure was more than enough to completely envelop the delicate, petite Higashiyama Koharu.
He slowly advanced while maintaining this posture—the distance between them steadily shrinking until it was nearly zero.
Hot breaths mingled, almost indistinguishable.
He seemed about to devour her.
But in the end, he stopped—leaving just the last sliver of air gap.
Koharu never once tried to dodge. She allowed Denji to keep closing in until he halted at this insanely maddening distance.
She furrowed her pretty brows slightly in faint confusion—as if silently asking: Why stop here?
Oh—now it was Denji's turn to become completely still.
No—can't say completely still, because he had already deployed and was continuously maintaining—
"Eternal Domain"
With an absurdly exaggerated acceleration ratio, anything happening inside the domain was almost completely unobservable from outside.
At this moment, Koharu's eyes held only Denji—nothing else mattered at all.
Her attention was now entirely focused on Denji!
She finally allowed herself to move.
She used her small, soft nose tip to teasingly brush against Denji's nose tip.
Seeing Denji still unmoved, her brows and eyes seemed to come alive—constantly expressing her grievance.
Only those cherry lips showed dissatisfaction—first curving slightly downward, then returning to normal. Lips parted slightly, she took the initiative to draw closer.
What a bad guy—forcing her to take the lead. Now you must be satisf—
Her lips were already very close, but that dreamlike kiss remained separated by an eternally untouchable reality.
It was too cruel—no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get any closer!
Because Denji had seized her by the throat.
"You're not little Koharu."
After decisively issuing the verdict, Denji no longer shared that desire-mixed scorching breath. He pulled back the distance again—but the hand around her throat didn't move an inch.
"Oh~ What are you talking about, Denji? If I'm not Higashiyama Koharu, then who am I?"
"I don't care who you are—get the fuck out of little Koharu's body right now! I'll only count to three."
"3"
"Ya~~ So heartless. Wasn't it Denji who peeped first and got caught by me?"
"2"
"You're no fun. I wasn't refusing anyway—why get so angry? Worst case, next time I'll take the initiative more~"
"1"
Denji instantly transformed into "Hell Hero · Black Chainsaw Form"
"Manifest" stacked with "Royal Blood Handle · True Blood Devil Form"
In a single instant, he was gripping "Higashiyama Koharu's" throat and teleported to the rooftop of a nearby high-rise building.
"Last count."
The piercing chainsaw friction sound finally woke the belatedly reacting "Higashiyama Koharu."
Only now did she truly realize Denji wasn't joking—and wasn't bluffing her.
The terrifying killing intent in that tone, combined with the absolute-root "devour" will, finally awakened her long-dormant fear instinct.
"I-I can't come out at all! I really am Higashiyama Koharu! I'm her second personality! Her second personality that died before she was fully developed!"
"Then why do you have a devil's scent on you? And what do you mean 'died'?"
"Because I'm also a devil. My instinct told me this body is my best host—she was always supposed to belong to me!"
"…But she's clearly still alive. And very healthy."
"Heh~ hehehehe… Is that so?"
An incomparably wretched, mournful laugh-cry that sent chills down the spine. Denji didn't rush to press further—he simply watched her silently.
Watching the "Higashiyama Koharu" before him, listening to her tell the true story of Higashiyama Koharu's past…
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