Chapter 53
"I already told you My name is Higashiyama Koharu"
Watching this sleazy devil twist little Koharu's body into seductive poses, its voice dripping with greasy oiliness that made his scalp crawl.
The absurd, jarring contrast with Koharu's original cute image made Denji's stomach churn violently.
How could such an adorable Higashiyama Koharu turn into this lewd, flirtatious freak?!
Without another word, Denji seized her throat again and hoisted her high into the air.
"Guh… guh…"
The short, choking gasps finally silenced the noisy slut who got cocky the moment she was given an inch.
Right now, her pathetic appearance—tongue lolling, tears streaming—actually looked more enticing than that disgusting oily seduction earlier, and at least it didn't shatter the character so badly.
"You've played long enough. Now give the body back to little Koharu."
"Geh… geh…"
"Oh, almost forgot."
Denji slightly loosened his grip, giving her space to breathe and speak.
"Wuu Waaah I almost died just now~"
Black Chainsaw Denji only stared coldly. The crimson glowing eyes beneath the helmet didn't flicker once.
"Mmm Don't you like me like this?"
The devil writhed, eyes like silk threads of seduction.
"For me, no matter what Denji wants to do with this body, I'll agree oh~"
Denji felt zero ripples inside: "Then give the body back to little Koharu."
"Tch~ What's so good about that cowardly, stupid, childish girl! She has zero sense of fun…"
It started chattering again.
So noisy.
The frequency of the crimson glow in the Black Chainsaw's eyes sped up—Denji's patience was clearly exhausted.
"You seem to want to die."
Feeling that killing intent crash into her again—perhaps because she had endured it once already—she still managed to tremble while stubbornly maintaining her self-proclaimed seductive tone:
"Den Denji can't bear to hurt me right~?"
"Right… right?"
Unable to read Denji's tone, she had already deluded herself into thinking he couldn't do anything to her.
So her confidence grew a little bolder.
"Anyway, this body already belongs to me now. Stop thinking about that boring scaredy-cat, okay?
With that time, we could already be sinking together into exploring the mysteries of human reproduction~~~"
Denji remained unmoved, simply tightening his grip on her throat and slowly pulling her closer.
Until their faces were almost touching.
After staring at this version of "Higashiyama Koharu" for a while, Denji suddenly asked:
"Do you know what's most important about being human?"
"?"
Though she didn't understand why he suddenly asked this, as long as he wasn't releasing killing intent, she was more than happy to play along~
"Mmm Is it charm? The kind of charm that can make Denji fall completely"
At this close distance, while speaking, she even reached out and gently traced circles on the solid chest of the Black Chainsaw.
She wasn't sure if Denji inside could feel it.
Head lowered, eyes downcast, she looked ridiculously relaxed—even having the leisure to think about such a boring question.
Truly… brazen.
"Wrong."
When "Higashiyama Koharu" heard the denial, instead of getting angry, she put on an innocent, curious expression: "Then what is it? I don't understand~"
The distance between them kept closing. The chainsaw's grinding sound carried no emotion—he was simply stating a fact:
"The most important thing about being human—is timing."
"Tim…"
Before the word finished, the Black Chainsaw's jagged, fang-filled maw suddenly opened wide! What could be seen inside was no longer Denji's head—only absolute abyss and darkness.
CHOMP!
In one bite, the Black Chainsaw swallowed "Higashiyama Koharu's" head directly into its mouth.
But that wasn't the end. The Black Chainsaw lifted its head, both hands gripping the slender "Higashiyama Koharu" tightly, ignoring her feeble struggles, and hoisted her upside-down toward the sky.
Finally, with a fierce thrust, he shoved her completely into his mouth!
GULP—
Accompanied by a swallowing sound,
BURP~
He let out a satisfied belch.
Denji rubbed his stomach. Beneath the helmet, the two glowing round eyes twisted into strange smiling crescents:
●ｖ● → ⌓‿⌓
Delicious~
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After falling into that boundless dark abyss, "Higashiyama Koharu" gradually lost all perception of external things.
Everything on her body except the flesh—clothing and external objects—was completely digested.
But in a daze, she seemed to regain sensation again… but this sensation… felt strange.
A thin ray of light suddenly appeared. She saw a pair of hands lifting her from a cold environment.
She couldn't make a sound—could only lie quietly in that warm palm.
Those warm hands gently stroked her, then placed her on a chopping board.
Wait! Why a chopping board?!
And… you're holding a cleaver?!
No—don't!!!
Perhaps truly influenced by her strong will to survive, she seemed… to move slightly?
Oh—the blurry figure with unclear features paused.
Those warm hands covered her again, gently stroking, then lightly patting.
Just as she gradually relaxed, she heard the blurry golden-haired figure suddenly say one sentence:
"Calm the ingredients' emotions."
?
"Chop chop chop!"
The knife rose! After a rhythmic, cadenced series of chops, the meat split into countless appropriately sized jade fragments.
Warm palms gently pushed them onto the cold blade surface, then finally tossed them into the boiling pot.
Hot oil exploded with a sizzle, like a heartbeat skipping.
His wrist flicked lightly; the spatula slid along the curved wall. Meat pieces flipped in the sea of fire, edges turning rose-gold. The aroma of oil wrapped around meat juices rose like an old letter kissed open by flames.
Salt grains fell from between his fingers—like secretly fastening a button for someone; sugar sprinkled lightly—a goodnight kiss. Caramel color bloomed instantly, warming even the look in his eyes.
Garlic slices and finger chilies jumped in at the perfect moment. The flame roared higher; fragrance exploded into a small fireworks show. He lowered his gaze, sharing this beauty with her~
Finally a swirl of soy sauce; the sauce thickened under the fire. Meat pieces coated in mirror-like red glaze, oil droplets dancing on top—like unspoken love from years ago, finally shining for the night.
Plate up, cover, tap the back of the spatula lightly.
The crisp sound that should have rung out now lingered with reluctance—like the lingering overtones at the end of a piano piece. Love washed into the heart like waves of sound, gradually returning to calm. The piano lid closed, drawing a fermata over this fairy tale.
He carried the steaming plate of roses under the moonlight lamp. Chopsticks paused at the rim for half a second before he finally picked up a piece, tasting it with gentle cherishment.
After savoring for a long time, he whispered:
"So * tastes like this…"
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There was a lot of meat, and many ways to cook it—all kinds Denji had never tasted together with her.
Fried pork cutlet, hamburger, miso-stewed offal, deep-fried pork chunks, all-meat curry, meatballs, sushi, steak, sashimi, hotpot, pork buns, super badass juice drink, dark stew…
Truly terrifying~
Fortunately, all of this was an illusion.
It was her consciousness being stripped away. Denji used "extremely vivid memory impressions" and "ultra-sensitive skin" to stroke every inch of her skin, micromanaging her senses and feelings, then added a tiny special emotional seasoning.
An extremely realistic—but ultimately illusory—"simulation game" was thus completed~
Deep within the Black Chainsaw's body, in the so-called boundless darkness.
Denji floated at the center of the abyss. He looked tenderly at "Higashiyama Koharu," gazing through her figure with deep affection at someone's phantom~
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