Chapter 58
Seeing the bedroom door right ahead, Power's footsteps instinctively paused. Her eyes darted in panic toward the bathroom next to it.
Huh? We're just going straight into the bedroom like this? Stupid Denji… shouldn't we at least take a bath first, get all clean and fresh, and then start step by step?
Power couldn't hold back—she tugged on Denji's arm.
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Denji stopped. He looked at Power whose face was flushed an unnatural shade of red, then followed her pointing finger toward the bathroom.
Seeing Denji still thinking, Power started wondering if she had misunderstood.
She quietly leaned her little nose closer and sniffed Denji's scent.
Sniff sniff~
Her eyes lit up.
She took another deep inhale—her chest visibly expanding. She held her breath for a few seconds, as if savoring something carefully, until the last trace of that unique flavor was fully absorbed. Only then did she finally let out a long, satisfied sigh.
H-how come Denji smells even better than before Hehe
Whether it was psychological or not, after that deep inhale, Power's whole body started going limp—like her bones had melted.
Her gaze turned hazy yet sparkling~
Power's long, toned legs formed an inward pigeon-toe stance, bracing against each other to keep her from sliding down.
She slightly lifted her head that had been resting on Denji's shoulder. Her shoulders drooped inward like wilting petals; her slender waist twisted slightly, pressing her perky little butt backward—unconsciously tracing a shamelessly lazy, seductive curve~
She tilted her head, her smooth jaw sliding slowly down her collarbone until it rested meekly on her own shoulder.
Like a cat seeking comfort, she let out soft, satisfied hums while nuzzling her cheek and chin into the crook of her own shoulder, trying to rub away the maddening tingling all over her body.
Taking advantage of the motion, she sniffed her own scent.
"…"
Just the ordinary smell of blood.
The dreamlike haze gradually faded; clarity returned.
She sniffed again.
Her clothes still carried the smell of soup splattered from eating noodles too carelessly…
Her little face turned red again—but this time not from drunken flush, but pure embarrassment.
Th-this smell… Denji won't dislike it later, right?
No! Absolutely not! What if he feels uncomfortable being with this great one this time and never wants to do it again?!
Power shook her head violently, trying to甩掉 that "despairing" fear.
Must take a bath!
Her gaze suddenly became resolute as she looked toward the bathroom. She tugged Denji's hand again.
Denji—whose mind still seemed half-occupied—turned his seemingly serious but actually dazed eyes back to her.
"This great one… wants to go to the bathroom~"
Though Denji's brain didn't have much bandwidth left, basic logic still functioned.
Bathroom or bedroom—seemed about the same to him. So he nodded.
"…Sure."
With that, Denji turned his steps in a new direction, leading the now deep-in-thought Power straight toward the bathroom.
Power was paying very close attention to details right now.
She especially noticed that little word "sure."
Wh-what do you mean "sure"?! That's not what this great one meant!
But… if that's what Denji wants… this great one… isn't against it either~~
The bathroom wasn't far—just a few steps. Once inside, Denji released his hand. Power immediately understood and let go of the arms she had wrapped around him.
Denji ignored the faint "rustle rustle" sounds coming from behind him.
He simply looked at the bathtub in front of him and took two steps closer.
Opening his mouth—"Aaaah—" he directly spat out a fair, slender, soft, and delicate girl.
It was Higashiyama Koharu. She seemed to have been abruptly startled awake from deep sleep. Her soft waist arched upward uncontrollably, bending her body into a heart-stopping curve—like a fully drawn soft bow.
One hand slid down the cold bathtub wall, clutching her aching lower back.
She bit her lip, letting out a suppressed whimper of pain. Once the sharp ache eased, those teary, pitifully beautiful eyes slowly opened. Looking at Denji, they were filled with bewilderment and innocent charm.
And Denji?
The moment he saw the "dazzling white holy light" in front of him, he instinctively turned his head away and raised an arm to block his view.
But damn it—that cursed hand, those fingers, those eyelids!
They kept wanting to open!
He knew his own endurance well enough. If he looked one more second right now, he would really explode.
He was using every last shred of rationality to hold back his desire.
He couldn't betray their love by letting pure beastly lust take over and ravage them!
Under some immense, almost heroic willpower, his body finally summoned one final burst of strength—barely managing to turn around.
Hearing the noise behind him, Power also turned her head just in time.
Their eyes met for an instant—and Denji's vision was once again bombarded by another "dazzling white holy light."
The last string of rationality snapped with a twang. In an instant, nothing remained except endless beastly desire swirling through his flesh and bones.
His eyes turned completely red in a flash! His hand simply grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked—clothes instantly shredded into countless flying scraps.
This wasn't a joke—just looking at Power's worried expression told you how terrifying he looked right now.
Not just Power—behind him, Higashiyama Koharu wore almost the exact same look of worry and concern.
Seeing him descend into madness, loss of control, desire running rampant like a wild beast—their first instinctive reaction wasn't fear for themselves, but worry for him…
"Denji, what's wrong?"
"Denji-kun…?"
"…"
In a daze, he even saw a tear…
His own tear.
That faint teardrop slid slowly down his ferocious face. The slight moisture and warmth seemed to be reminding him of something…
He had already lived one life. In that life, he had always confused love and desire.
He had always mixed the two together, creating countless tragedies—and in the end, he never truly possessed love.
Was he going to repeat the same mistake in this life?
He—he really didn't want to do that anymore, but his body…
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Damn it!!!
Desire kept eroding his brain. The tiny remaining rationality frantically searched for a solution.
…
("You don't want that thing, right…? I'll cut it off for you!")
…
After a certain memory fragment flashed back, Denji suddenly moved.
He raised his hand, fingers slightly closed, aimed at his own temple. Madness flashed through his eyes; a ferocious, toothy grin twisted his mouth.
Finally—skin tore open, skull shattered. Denji grabbed his own brain and squeezed—crushing it completely!
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