In the anime, Ai Li's father really doesn't want to be a yellow-haired man

Scathach sat elegantly on the sofa, legs crossed. Her purple hair draped over her shoulders, a cold smile flickered in her red eyes. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her delicious feet swayed gently in the air, making a slight "clicking" sound, as if they were beating the rhythm.

Xiaosan knelt in front of Scathach with his hands on his knees, his eyes lowered, not daring to meet Scathach's gaze.

"Tell me." Scathach's voice was low, "What's your reason?"

Xiao San took a deep breath, his voice trembling a little: "I'm sorry, Master. I know that what I did was disrespectful to you, but I was..."

Scathach's eyes flashed with cold murderous intent, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile: "You... dared to issue a Command Spell to me? Do you know what this means?"

"Master, I was wrong." Xiao San lowered his head, his voice a little hoarse.

Scathach didn't say anything, but just tapped the ground lightly with the tips of her toes.

"I shouldn't have used the Command Seals without permission," Kou San continued, "especially not... in front of that woman. But I also have my reasons."

Scathach stood up, her bare feet making a slight sound on the wooden floor. Before Xiaosan could even look up, he felt a foot step on his face. The delicate touch of her skin carried Scathach's unique warmth and a rich scent.

"This is your punishment." Scathach's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty.

Takashi felt his cheeks being squeezed and deformed, his nose pressed against the soft sole of her foot. He could clearly smell Scathach's unique cool fragrance... mixed with a faint smell of burning sweat. Her foot applied a little pressure, and the sole of her foot gently rubbed against his face, bringing a strange touch.

"Master..." Xiaosan's voice was muffled under his feet, sounding a little vague.

Scathach lifted her foot slightly to allow him to breathe, but quickly lowered it again. This time, her movements were even slower, as if she was measuring every inch of his face with the sole of her foot.

Takashi felt his heartbeat so fast it threatened to burst out of his chest (Foot Control XP Awakening). He could feel the warmth of Scathach's feet, the rhythm of her gentle pressure. Her movements held a certain punitive quality, yet also strangely comforting.

"Remember this feeling," Scathach's voice was still cold, "If you do it again next time, it won't be so simple."

Scathach's feet finally moved away, but the scent of body odor and sweat still lingered at the tip of Takashi's nose.

Xiaosan raised his head and saw that Scathach had sat back on the sofa.

"Come sit down." Scathach's voice was still cold.

Xiao San was stunned for a moment, then stood up and carefully sat on the edge of the sofa. The light shone between them, casting a long shadow on the floor.

"Come closer." Scathach said again.

Xiao San slowly moved his body until he could clearly smell the unique cold fragrance of Scathach. Her long hair hung on her shoulders, shining with a faint purple sheen under the light.

Scathach seemed impatient with his hesitation. She suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of Kozo's neck, pulling him towards her. Before Kozo could react, he felt a warm touch on his lips.

This kiss was filled with Scathach's characteristic force, yet mixed with... a barely perceptible tremor. Xiao San felt his back sink into the soft sofa, and Scathach's long hair fell down, like a curtain isolating the two from the outside world.

"Master..." Xiao San murmured softly in between breaths.

But Scathach didn't give him a chance to speak. She inserted her slender fingers into his hair and deepened the kiss.

Takashi could feel her heartbeat, so fast that it almost jumped out of her chest, intertwining with his own heartbeat.

After a night of fierce fighting...

The morning light streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin strip of light on the floor. Xiao San woke up in a daze, and the first thing he felt was the warmth coming from behind him.

Scathach's arms were wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly in her embrace. Her mature, erotic breath gently brushed against the back of his neck, bringing a subtle tickling sensation. Xiaosan could clearly feel the softness of Scathach's chest pressed against his back, her body warmth transmitting through their skin, dispelling the morning chill.

Scathach's long legs were intertwined with his legs, and Takashi San could also feel the delicate skin on the inside of her thighs and the round curve of her buttocks... Her body temperature was slightly higher than that of ordinary people, like a stove in winter, wrapping Takashi San in warmth.

As the sunlight grew brighter, Takashi San saw Scathach's long hair spread across his pillow, its purple strands gleaming softly in the morning light. He breathed in a gentle breath, the scent tinged with the salty aroma of sweat, strangely comforting. A few faint kisses still lingered on her arms...marks left by countless battles last night, yet now they seemed especially gentle.

Scathach unconsciously tightened her arms in her sleep, pulling Xiao San closer to her. Her chin rested on his shoulder, her breathing still steady.

Chapter 103: 102 Scathach was cheated, Makima stole the home, Hayakawa Aki broke the defense

At seven in the morning, sunlight, shrouded in frost, seeped into the offices of the Public Security Anti-Demon and Special Section 4. Hayakawa Aki's mug was steaming white on the corner of the desk. Out of habit, he glanced toward the corner of the hallway... Miss Makima, once again, approached with the precise chime of the clock. As the hem of her windbreaker brushed the doorframe, he caught a whiff of citrus mixed with her distinctive scent.

As the stainless steel countertop in the tea room reflected a cold light, he heard whispers coming from the cubicle. "That Xiao San is only fourteen, right? I saw Miss Makima touching his hair again last week..."

The glass door reflected the distorted images of the two interns.

"Yeah, I saw it too. That kid named Yukinoshita (Kozo) looks only about ten years old, right?"

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Miss Makima to have such a fetish..."

The coffee in Hayakawa Aki's hand suddenly trembled violently, and brown ripples crashed against the wall of the cup, creating tiny waves. He felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, and he strode over, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the floor.

The two colleagues who were gossiping about him immediately fell silent when they saw his gloomy expression.

"What were you talking about just now?" Hayakawa Aki's voice was as cold as ice.

"No, nothing..." one of them stammered.

Hayakawa Aki slammed his fist against the wall, shaking the calendar. "Ms. Makima is taking special care of that child to protect him! You gossipers, do you know how much she sacrifices for her work?"

His voice attracted the attention of his colleagues.

"Hayakawa, calm down." One of them tried to persuade him.

"Calm down?" Hayakawa Aki sneered, "How come you didn't keep calm when you were slandering Miss Makima behind her back?"

His fists were clenched so tightly that they crackled, his knuckles turning white. The two people in the tea room hunched their necks, not daring to breathe.

"In short, please retract your nonsense." Hayakawa Aki's voice was colder than a demon-slaying blade, and the blood vessels in his forehead throbbed. "Ms. Makima has rescued many orphans... The psychiatrist ordered that Yukinoshita Kozo's PTSD require physical contact therapy. Ms. Makima explained this long ago."

The ceiling lights in the corridor stretched the three figures into slender shapes. Hayakawa Aki stared at the green plants that the other party knocked over when they fled in a hurry. He suddenly remembered the rainy night three months ago, when Makima squatted on the street corner to bandage the injured leg of a stray cat. Raindrops fell along her eyelashes and onto the trembling back of the kitten... Those warm fragments of memories flashed in his mind at this moment.

Makima's office was filled with a faint scent of perfume, and the heavy curtains filtered the sunlight into a soft halo. Takashi San sat on her lap, feeling the softness of her breasts against his back. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, and her fingertips occasionally tapped his abdomen.

"How's it going? My method works, doesn't it?" Makima's breath brushed against his ear. "This way, we can successfully get rid of the Queen of Shadow Country."

Makima's fingers slid under the hem of his shirt, and Takashi felt the cool touch... Makima's long hair fell on Takashi's shoulders, and the ends of her hair brushed across his neck, bringing a slight itch.

"Scathach..." As soon as Xiaosan opened his mouth, Makima's fingers pressed on his lips.

"Shh..." There was a smile in her voice, "Now is not the time to talk about her."

"You know what?" her voice suddenly became dangerously alluring. "Sometimes the best weapon isn't strength, it's... the human heart."

There was a sudden knock on the office door, but Makima showed no sign of letting go. Her fingers continued to wander over Xiaosan's face.

"Come in." Makima's voice remained calm.

The moment the door opened, Hayakawa Aki felt her heart skip a beat. Makima was sitting in an office chair, with Kozo on her lap. Makima's arms were naturally wrapped around Kozo's waist, her chin resting lightly on his shoulder.

Hayakawa Aki's pupils suddenly contracted, but he quickly adjusted his expression and bowed slightly as usual. "Ms. Makima, this is this week's mission report."

His voice was incredibly steady, and only he knew that his fingers, gripping the document, had turned white from the strain they exerted.

Takashi San seemed to want to get up, but Makima's hand gently held down his leg.

"Go on, Hayakawa." Makima's voice was a little lazy. "I'm listening." (Red Queen Vision)

Hayakawa Aki forced himself to focus on the report. He could clearly see Makima's fingers gently rubbing circles around Kozo's waist, the blush that grew on the tips of Kozo's ears... Every detail was like a knife, piercing his heart.

"Last week's demon extermination mission has been completed, with casualties 30% lower than expected..." Hayakawa Aki's voice remained steady, but his heart was already churning. He imagined pulling Kozo from Makima's arms, imagined slicing the boy's throat with his blade.

Makima suddenly chuckled. "Well done, Hayakawa-kun, you've worked hard." She gently stroked Kouzo's hair with her fingers. "You're always so reliable."

Hayakawa Aki felt his temples throbbing. He lowered his head to hide the murderous intent in his eyes. "This is what I should do, Miss Makima."

"If you have nothing else to do, go ahead and do your work." Makima's voice remained calm.

"I understand." Hayakawa Aki bowed respectfully and turned to walk towards the door. Each of his steps was extremely steady... Only he knew that his back teeth were already sore from biting.

The doorknob made a slight click in his hand. Just as the door was about to close, Hayakawa Aki heard a suppressed gasp from inside, followed by the rustling of clothes. He paused for a moment, then quickly closed the door.

The corridor was very quiet and Hayakawa Aki could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

He stood there, those indescribable voices that even those who knew understood still echoing in his ears, mixed with the faint scent of perfume on Makima's body, lingering in his mind.

His fingers moved unconsciously, and he imagined rushing in and pulling the brat away from Makima. But reason told him not to do that...at least not now.

As soon as the office door closed, Makima grabbed the back of Xiaosan's head. Her kiss was sudden and undeniable. Xiaosan felt his breath being taken away, and his lips and teeth were filled with Makima's unique scent.

Makima's hands deftly pried open his breasts with the ease of an adult. Takashi could only passively endure her invasion... His fingers unconsciously grasped Makima's sleeve, the fabric wrinkling in his palm.

Saliva slid down the corners of their lips, leaving a silver line on Xiaosan's chin. Makima stepped back slightly, gently wiped the mark, and then covered his lips again.

"Relax," she whispered between breaths, a smile in her voice, "Let me teach you what a real kiss is."

At this moment, Hayakawa Aki was mechanically processing the documents in his hands. When he heard the whispers coming from beside him again, he stood up as if conditioned reflex. "Enough!" His voice was filled with anger. "Ms. Makima is not who you think she is!"

The colleagues looked at each other and dispersed angrily.

Hayakawa Aki stood there... He knew he was lying, but he just couldn't stand others slandering her.

In the evening, the office door suddenly opened.

Makima came out with a blush still on her face.

Her collar was a little messy, and her neck was clearly marked with many fresh kiss marks. Hayakawa Aki felt her heart being tightly clenched.

Makima nonchalantly adjusted her collar, not even glancing at him as she passed by. The faint scent of her perfume mixed with other aromas made Hayakawa Aki feel dizzy.

As night fell, Hayakawa Aki sat alone in a streetside izakaya. He poured sake after sake, but it couldn't quench the bitterness in his heart. His fingers unconsciously stroked the rim of the glass, and the marks on Makima's neck kept appearing before his eyes.

"Another bottle." He said to the boss, his voice a little unclear.

The lights in the izakaya were dim, and Hayakawa Aki's shadow was stretched out long and lonely on the wall.

As time passed, Hayakawa Aki slumped over the bar, his glass empty. His vision blurred, the only sound in his ears being the boss clearing the tables and chairs. The alcohol had clouded his mind, but he couldn't erase the glaring kiss mark on Makima's neck.

Meanwhile, Makima's room was filled with a strong scent of perfume. She had just put on black stockings, the silky fabric wrapped around her slender legs, gleaming delicately under the light.

Takashi San sat on the edge of the bed, his throat tightening. Makima walked over to him, her high heels digging deep into the carpet. She lifted her foot, tapping it lightly on Takashi San's leg, and then slowly moved up his thigh. Takashi San felt his heartbeat so fast it threatened to burst out of his chest.

"Look at me." Makima's voice was full of a sense of urgency.

Xiao San raised his head and met her eyes that seemed to see through everything. Makima's foot exerted a little force, and the tip of her toes lifted his chin. She could feel Xiao San's Adam's apple roll under her action and saw the panic in his eyes.

"Are you scared?" Makima's voice was filled with laughter, but her footwork became even more impulsive. Her toes slid down his neck and gently circled his collarbone.

Both Scathach and Makima brought a different kind of satisfaction to Kozo. It wasn't the "Aili feeling" that Altria could give him, but the "Kayoko feeling." This overly mature figure... was simply irresistible.

The city was shrouded in silence late at night, with only a few streetlights casting a dim glow in the darkness. Scathach stood on the roof of an abandoned building, the spear in her hand gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

She glanced at the slip of paper in her hand, which was densely marked with the locations where the demon had appeared. The first target was in an underground parking lot three blocks away.

Scathach's figure shuttled between the buildings like a ghost in the night... When she stepped into the parking lot, a foul smell immediately filled the air.

Three demons of varying shapes emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing blood red in the darkness.

"It's really... not challenging at all." Scathach said softly, her spear drawing a graceful arc in her hand.

The first demon didn't even have time to roar before the spear pierced its head. The second demon tried to attack from the side, but Scathach simply leaned sideways, and the spearpoint pierced its heart with precision. The third demon possessed the ability to manipulate shadows, but in front of Scathach, its ability seemed ridiculous. The spear pierced the darkness and pinned the demon to the wall.

Scathach shook off the blood on the tip of her spear and continued on to the next location. Whether it was a demon that could manipulate fire or a monster with regenerative abilities, they couldn't last more than three moves in front of her.

"Compared to past enemies, you are far too weak," Scathach muttered to herself, her mind replaying past battles. The wails of the gods, the blood-stained earth, seemed child's play compared to the scene before her.

Her spear pierced the night sky once again, and another demon was reduced to ashes amidst its screams. Scathach stood amidst the ruins, the moonlight casting a silver outline around her. Her gaze wandered into the distance, where more targets awaited her.

The morning light streamed into the room through the slits in the curtains, casting thin strips of light across the floor. Makima nestled in Takashi's arms, a smile of unprecedented happiness on her face. Her long hair lay scattered on the pillow, gleaming softly in the morning light.

Xiao San's arms were naturally wrapped around her waist, and he could clearly feel her steady breathing. Makima's cheek was pressed against his chest, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she was having a sweet dream.

As the sunlight grew brighter, Makima's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. As she looked up at Takashi, her smile grew even brighter. "Good morning, Takashi-kun. Did you have a good time last night?" Her voice was filled with laziness and satisfaction, and her fingers gently stroked Takashi's cheek.

Xiaosan's arms naturally wrapped around her waist, and he could clearly feel her steady breathing.

Suddenly, Makima leaned close to Takashi San's ear and whispered, "In this way, you can help me find the Chainsaw Man, right?"

Makima's breath brushed against Xiaosan's ear, bringing a slight tickling sensation. Before Xiaosan could respond, Makima gently bit his earlobe.

"Hmm?" She said with a smile in her voice, and gently stroked his cheek with her fingers. "You'll help me, right?"

Xiaosan could feel the softness of Makima's chest pressed against him, her body temperature transmitted through her skin, dispelling the chill of the early morning... Her long hair fell on his shoulders, and the ends of her hair brushed across his neck, bringing a slight itch.

"I..." As soon as Xiaosan opened his mouth, Makima's fingers pressed on his lips.

"Shh..." Makima had a dangerous and charming smile on her face, "Now is not the time to talk about this."

Chapter 104: 103 Makima's Possessiveness: Denji and Hayakawa Aki's Jealousy (Edited)

(This chapter has been edited)............(This paragraph has been deleted at request)............She's open to all kinds of experiences... She's the most open-minded woman Takashi has ever met. ............(This paragraph has been deleted at request)............Altria also has to maintain the elegance and strength of a knight, and Horikita Suzune can't completely let go of the youthful innocence and restraint of a girl. Annie and Christa are in a similar situation.

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Makima gave Takashi San the feeling that she was delivered to his doorstep... (This paragraph has been deleted as requested)... Although this statement is very uncivilized, Takashi San really felt this way deep down in his heart... (This paragraph has been deleted as requested)...

All in all, Xiao San seemed to have completely fallen into it, and time passed day by day.

In the corner of an abandoned wooden house in a back alley was the shack where Denci huddled each night. He touched the gauze covering the sunken area of his left eye, where his eyeball had been removed three months earlier for 500,000 yen. The scar on his right waist was from a kidney sold two years ago; the missing body parts had been sold for the most valuable 800,000 yen. But the interest on the over 30 million yen debt left by his father was compounding, and this wasn't even enough to cover a fraction of the interest.

The creditors came every Thursday to collect the money. The team leader with gold teeth would always crush his fingers with his iron-studded leather shoes: "Kid, when your father was having fun in the casino, he didn't think about you, did he?"