A boy raised to be a weapon travels to Japan with hopes of finding a lost love and escaping his tormentors, but ends up getting caught even deeper in the world of Devils.
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I felt a rush of excitement as I saw the gorgeous woman with the delectable rear-end once again. I couldn't even properly contain my giddiness at seeing her again. She wore the same professional business clothes but this time she was wearing a black long-coat. This was unfortunate; as now even if she turned around I wouldn't be able to see her phenomenal butt. It was still nice to see her again though, as I still had a lovely view of the boob-bump of her large breasts pressing against the inside of her button-down shirt, just begging to be let free.
(Y/n): Ms Makima!
She gave a lovely smile and I quickly smiled back in excitement. It was now that I noticed the two other people she had with her. One man and one woman, both wearing a formal business uniforms similar to Ms Makima. The woman was quite pretty, being fairly tall with long messy black hair that was tied back in a ponytail and long side-bangs that framed her pretty face. Her breasts didn't look as big as Ms Makima's; at least not enough to press against the inside of her shirt so tightly, however her long legs and wide hips were quite tantalizing! The man was shorter than her and looked to have fairly average build but stern posture, his short black hair more brushed than the woman's. They both had dark eyes and oddly enough, a horizontal scar going across the middle of their faces. The woman's scar starting from her right, the man's from his left.
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Makima: Hello (Y/n), did you do all this?
Just hearing her voice gave me a comfortable chill of anticipation; the hot woman walking towards me.
(Y/n): I helped, but it was mostly my new friend!
I motioned towards the strange Chainsaw Girl, her name-matching weapons now having stopped. Suddenly, her machine-like head began to melt along with the chainsaws protruding through her arms. Soon, her cute face and messy hair was visible again when the chainsaw features were gone. She tried to walk forward but quickly started to fall out of sheer exhaustion, but I caught her just in time. Her tired eyes looked into mine, a small glimmer appearing before she gave a cute but silly smile with a vivid red blush across her face. Reaching up and poking my cheek as if to make sure I was real, she spoke for the first time; her voice winded and tired.
??????: So...hot!
I wasn't too sure what she meant but I did have an odd warm feeling inside me as I heard her voice, like a relief that she was still alive. I picked her up off her feet like I was carrying a bride and walked over to Ms Makima.
(Y/n): Please help her Ms Makima!
A kind smile gracing her face, the goddess opened her arms and took the girl. The girl look surprised but also in absolute awe of the woman as Ms Makima tightly hugged her. The two others behind Ms Makima looked very cautious but didn't say anything, merely standing guard.
