The Melaleuca Routine of Dominating the Devil

Maqima's body often has a good smell.

Sunshine, coffee, sweet smell of bread.Dian once smelled the popular perfume of the season on her body, because the devil is the type who occasionally reads fashion magazines, and there are many used fragrances in her former apartment.

But what I smell for the first time is pure and sensual, the smell of mature women.

The Hayakawa house has only one small bathroom.After the bath, Mazima lazily leaned on the sofa, as comfortable as in her own apartment.She was still wiping her dripping long hair, and looked over with a pair of golden pupils with a half-smile.

"Electric time." She paused and raised her voice. "Electricity?"

"...What, what's the matter?"

"The clothes are all soaked, you should go and wash them too." Macchima said. "Otherwise you'll get sick."

"Oh, oh, it's going to be sick..."

The all-powerful Chainsaw Man stutters and turns into a hand and foot synchronized puppet.The puppet slowly took off his coat and put on clean clothes.It was obviously a normal bath, but Dianci instinctively felt that something terrible was about to happen.

At the last moment before closing the bathroom door, what caught Denji's eyes was Makima's relaxed appearance with her arms raised and her waist stretched.

Her legs were bent, her skin was white.The water dripping from the hair tip wets the thin T-shirt.A woman who has completely relaxed, her wet pink hair is spread over her shoulders like seaweed, her eyes are full of charm and innocence.She seems to have become a siren entrenched on the rock, stealing people's hearts and souls without knowing it.

How should I put it...

This is the first time I have seen such a Machima without a sense of boundaries in ten years.

Such an exposed style is completely different from her usual suit and tie style.

So good looking, so cute... so horny.

He wanted to follow the voice in his veins and do something, but the disturbing information in his brain flew like snowflakes.The fire was tightly blocked, making the young man's heart hot.

After stepping into the bathroom, the situation got worse, and he was almost dumbfounded.The ground is damp, and the mist on the mirror has not dissipated. Everywhere is the fragrance of shower gel, and everywhere is the fragrance of Maqima.

"Ha ha……"

As a dominating demon of a woman, she is born with the ability to dominate men.Dianci was no exception, with almost no struggle, he surrendered to his instinct.

He panted and leaned against the wall, the smell traveled down the trachea, into the lungs, and then into the alveoli, and passed to every drop of blood and every nerve ending in the body.

"Huh... this is too bad..."

The woman outside the door was still humming softly, looking in a good mood.Dianci smiled wryly and scratched his hair hard. He finally gave up on himself, with the back of his head against the wall and his hands all the way down.

"Miss Marchma..."

The place where the hand touches is hot and hard.But in comparison, what was hotter was the air around him.The young man is like a drunkard who wants to drink again, breathing in the fragrance, and his fingers are getting rougher and harder.

His squinted eyes were lifeless, but he was shocked when he landed on the laundry basket.That touch of elegant white reminds me of the last look before entering the door reflexively.The delicate//soft and graceful/wonderful look of a woman when she stretches her waist, even wearing an ordinary cotton T-shirt, can't stop it...

Dian bit his lip once, and then let go after a while, allowing a burst of panting to slip out of his body that was about to erupt.

With his eyes closed, he plays, rewinds, plays and rewinds uncontrollably in his mind.The strength in his hand also became faster and faster unconsciously.

——Machima holding flowers, Machima in the rain, wiping her hair, opening her red lips slightly, wearing cool and casual clothes, lying on the sofa waiting...

"Miss Marchma..."

"I really like you...Miss Macchima...Miss Macchima..."

"Ugh... um... Miss Macchima... likes..."

……

The movement in the bathroom became quieter, and after a while, there was the sound of gurgling water after the faucet was turned on.

Macchima rested her chin on one hand, watching the shaking figure cast on the bathroom door.The thin wooden door naturally couldn't block the extremely suppressed breathing, so she listened to everything that should be heard or not.

It turned out to be the reason.she thought amusedly.

The young man from before kept his eyes wandering, his face was so red that he didn't dare to look directly at him, and his heart beat a few beats faster... It was because Dianci had grown up and began to miss women.

As a demon who has been up and down in this world for many years, Maqima knows all too well the intimate behaviors of human beings that contain domination.She just listened and understood that the puppy in the bathroom was playing with herself, and it didn't seem to be very enjoyable after playing for a long time.It can be seen that he is wandering in hell, and there have been many changes in the past ten years, and he has no experience in simply pleasing himself.

So today's Denji, looking forward to graduating from a boy and becoming a real [man]?

The dangerous thoughts that popped up in her heart became more publicized, Maqima had to stand up and pour herself a glass of ice water to suppress the unconcealable excitement.

Electric time is longing for woman.

And his wish is not difficult for Mazima—if this body can be used as a weapon to control the chainsaw man, why doesn't she use it?

She doesn't mind dropping the bait and waiting for the Chainsaw Man to take the bait.Seduce, conquer, dominate, every step will be a trap for the devil.The Chainsaw Man must be her prey, and she must be the only hunter.

……

After tossing and turning electricity in the bathroom for a long time, I was finally mentally prepared and pushed open the bathroom door.However, the woman on the sofa had disappeared, and the steaming heat in his body suddenly cooled down.

Could it be that Miss Marchma... has left?

——Did she hear... the bad things he did inside? !

The electric times panicked, and he calmed down only after seeing the woman combing her hair on the balcony.His beating heart gradually calmed down, and he put the wet towel on the back of the chair, his eyes still fixed on the slender figure.

Mazima combed her hair slowly and gracefully.Even when she turned around, the "I found you" flashing in her golden pupils was bright and narrow, the young man didn't restrain himself, but became more focused.

"Miss Marchma, you are really cute."

"……Really like."

Her shadow was reflected in the deep red eyes.Denji's cheeks were still flushed, and he was trying to restrain himself, wanting to hug his slender waist and hug each other until there was no gap between them.And Maqima is also waiting quietly, she is waiting for Dianci to make the first off-track move.

But in the end, Denji just sniffed and did nothing.

He said goodnight to Machima very politely, and after explaining that the bed and quilts in Pava's room were all new, he left the living room with hands and feet.

The pink-haired woman tilted her head in doubt, wondering why Denji's demeanor and expression were contradictory to the point of polarization.After a while, there was a banging sound of his head hitting the wall in his room, but there seemed to be no more movement.

—He won't knock himself out, will he?

Or is Denji being reserved and wanting to see her take the initiative?

With such confusion, Maqima stepped forward and knocked on the door of Dianci.

"Dianji, I seem to hear a strange sound..."

Before she finished speaking, her hand was grabbed by someone.The young man with a bluish forehead was gnashing his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot.

His face was full of confusion, his expression was full of why you came to knock on the door, but what came out of his mouth was—"That's great, Miss Mazima..."

"Electric times?"

"I, I have an unspeakable request. I wanted to tell Miss Machima before..."

"But it's still a bit thick-skinned when you say it? No, it's very thick-skinned, you can talk about sexual//harassment..."

"If you want to refuse, please don't hesitate, just say no loudly and directly, I will definitely not do it... that's, that's..."

Machima had expected it, and looked at the young man with a smile.His hand was still tightly holding hers, calm and powerful.However, Denji squirmed his lips, but his voice trembled erratically.He is nervous, she is watching a play.

"I want...I want to sleep with Miss Marchma."

"Oh?" Mazima finally spoke. "Why?"

"...I am very worried, afraid that you will disappear without a word, and then I will look for you for many years."

Struggling to explain why, he took a step back so the pink-haired woman could see the interior of the bedroom—a modest double bed, two pillows, and two sets of quilts.He had probably been thinking about this for a while, Dianci touched his nose, almost begging.

"Please, Miss Marchma..."

"I didn't mean to offend..." he said softly. "But, to stay here tonight...is that okay?"

The dominating demon looked at the bed, then at the electricity.There were waves of waves in the golden circle's eyes, which were emotions he couldn't understand.After an unknown amount of time, she finally bent her eyes and answered with a smile.

"Okay."

……

Does Denji have desires for Machima?

The answer is definitely yes.Not to mention the self-sufficiency of the puppy calling her name in the bathroom, just a little closer, Mazima felt that the temperature in the other bed was so high that it was going to explode.

But overnight, nothing happened.They lay under different quilts, surrendered to the darkness after only a few words, and then fell asleep separately.

So dawdling, unwilling to confess, what does it mean?

The demon has never been in love, and she has never entered into an intimate interactive relationship with any living body.Ever since the dominating demon had memories, the relationship she has known is only the difference of "upper and lower", and she has never had such an experience of training.

Back and forth, back and forth.Human beings have described the warming up of their relationship as dancing a never-ending tango, but the current Dianci just wants to hold her hand and enter the dance floor together.

But has Denji already forgotten that he is no longer in the category of human beings?

And could all he really want to do be do a bad dance?

Sleeping on a bed that doesn't belong to him, wearing pajamas that don't belong to him, and lying beside him is a chainsaw man who failed to dominate.The devil's sleepiness was very light, and as the night passed, the dreams of the past and the present came and disappeared, making her still feel tired even when she woke up.

After opening her eyes, Maqima felt a warm breath on her neck.

The sleep pattern was extremely bad, and I don't know when he broke away from the seal of the quilt god.His face was buried in the woman's collarbone, and his breathing was quick and slow.Mazima wanted to push her away, but the man's arm hugged her across and locked her on the bed with heavy force, almost unable to move.

"Wake up, power time."

She reached out a hand from the side of the quilt and gently pushed.The morning air was cold, but the young man's body was as warm as a stove. "Electric time, electric time...?"

Probably because of waking up in the morning, the feeling of seeing the person you like for the first time is so good, Dianci tightened the strength of his arms suddenly, and buried his face into the woman's neck again.Taking advantage of the hazy sleepiness, Dianci took a deep breath at her collarbone contentedly.

"I want to do...that kind of thing..."

"That kind of thing?" She raised her eyebrows, and the ending sound was full of smiles. "What the hell is going on, Denji~?"

"It's just...do what couples would do."

The private atmosphere that belonged exclusively to the two made Dianci get closer, and the fluffy hair top lightly rubbed against the woman's palm.However, such a short distance is not enough to satisfy the love in his heart, and Denji wants to get closer and hug him even tighter.

"I want to sleep with Miss Marchma..."

His vague, shy smile is unstoppable happiness. "Do, do//Love..."

Machima stopped stroking the top of the electric hair.She wasn't surprised or shy, she just put her hand on the young man's back and stroked it calmly and gently.

"Yeah, after all ten years have passed, Denji-kun has grown up too."

"Marchma, uh...Miss Macema...!"

From top to bottom, that hand touched Dianci's tailbone all the way, so comfortable that his soul almost trembled.But before he could express his love, Mazima suddenly laughed.

"Haha, hahaha...hahahahaha!!!"

Machima's shoulders trembled, tears even came out of the corners of her eyes, and an intoxicating blush appeared on her face.At the end of the laugh, she couldn't hold back and fell on Denji's shoulder, panting and chuckling, while leaning closer to his ear.

"Do you think I'm going to sleep with my dog?"

Her voice was as soft as a blade, slowly piercing Dianji's heart.

"it's so funny."