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

Number of times Takashi San refuted: 3 times this week

Number of times self-compromise occurred: 5 times this week

Note: The control strategy for Xiao San needs to be re-evaluated.

Special note: Abnormal heartbeat today (cause to be investigated)

Because the truth is...Takashi was never under Makima's control. He was immune to the demon's abilities.

What exactly is a demon?

Xiaosan once thought about this problem.

Dominate?

From the perspective of mechanical materialism, as long as something exists, it is material, right?

During this time, Kozo seems to have adapted to the "demons" of this world... It's easy to understand them by thinking of them as "enemies with supernatural powers" in comics and light novels.

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Rather than a demon, it's more like... a succubus?

Chapter 105: 104 Chainsaw Man's Gender Transformation (I): Denci Wants to Become a Girl

In the dim room, neon lights filtered through the blinds, casting dappled shadows across the floor. Guangxi lazily leaned against the leather sofa, her left arm around the demon girl with her exposed brain, her right hand caressing the girl covered in stitches... Two other girls were resting their heads on her legs, taking a nap.

Ping Cui nuzzled Guangxi's palm and said, "Master Guangxi, I want to hear your story about Japan tonight."

Just as Guangxi was about to speak, there was a knock on the door. An officer walked in, his boots making a crisp sound on the floor.

The officer stood straight, "The Marshal orders you to proceed to Japan."

The air in the room froze instantly. Guangxi narrowed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously stroking the girl's hair. She knew this day would come eventually, but she had never expected it to be so soon.

"What are the conditions?" she asked bluntly.

The officer was stunned for a moment. "Because this is an unprecedented and dangerous mission, the Marshal will meet any of your requirements."

"Educational rights." Guangxi's eyes swept over the three girls in his arms, "Let my woman go to school like ordinary girls."

Denji followed Hayakawa Aki into the headquarters, but his eyes unconsciously drifted towards Kozo, watching him instructing the new female police officer. His smile was dazzlingly warm in the sunlight.

"Don't be in a daze." Hayakawa Aki patted Denji's shoulder, "Go and submit the mission report."

When Denci came to his senses, he saw Kozo gently wiping the sweat off the girl's forehead. The girl's face was as red as an apple, and the other female colleagues around her were looking at Kozo with admiration.

"Why...is he so popular? Is it just because he is handsome?" Denci muttered to himself.

"Come on, drink!" Hayakawa Aki placed the wine glass heavily in front of Denci.

Denci frowned as he watched the liquid swaying in the cup. His drunken father suddenly appeared in his mind. He remembered that man always got drunk and beat him up.

"I...I don't drink." Denci pushed the glass away.

Hayakawa Aki didn't force himself, but drank cup after cup. His eyes gradually became blurred and his speech became slurred.

"You know what?" Hayakawa Aki suddenly said, "If you want to be popular, turn yourself into a woman." He burped, "Look at that kid Kozo, he's surrounded by women, even Miss Makima..."

Denci was stunned. He looked down at his hands and imagined what it would be like to become a woman.

Denci stood in front of the convenience store's magazine rack, his fingers unconsciously tracing the covers of women's magazines... A JK model in a sailor suit flashed a dazzling smile, and next to it was a sign that read, "Female customers can receive a rose brooch." He remembered how, last Valentine's Day, every female employee in the office had received anonymous chocolates, while he had only received the official candy from Makima.

Japan is a truly pro-female society, friendly to women everywhere. I often have this thought. (During Japan's economic heyday, women were very powerful. Job opportunities abounded, there were many working women, women were financially independent, and they held their own. In the later stages of industrialization, both Japan and South Korea adopted the same strategy: using women's power to manipulate men and develop the economy. More and more women relied on their sexual resources, striving for maximum monetization and reaping the greatest benefits. The end result was the same: low marriage rates, low fertility rates, a divorce rate exceeding 30%, and a generation of layoffs.)

"Want to buy any?" the clerk's voice startled him. "These magazines are on sale."

Denci frantically grabbed the Weekly Shonen Jump magazine next to him, but when he checked out, he realized he'd taken it upside down. The clerk's stifled laughter made his ears burn, and he suddenly felt a phantom pain in his crotch.

Denji looked down at the parts of his body that had been damaged (the weapon man form had the ability to regenerate limbs), and he remembered the doctor in the underground clinic a few years ago who asked him whether he wanted to have the left or right side cut while smoking.

In Makima's office...

"You did a great job today." Makima's hand fell on Denci's head, and the familiar citrus scent filled her face.

Denci, however, felt a chill run down his spine. He saw Takashi's hair stained Makima's sleeve, and the realization made his stomach churn. The touch that once made his heart race now felt like a food sample handed out by a supermarket salesperson.

"Ms. Makima." Denji suddenly grabbed her hand, "If, if I became a girl..."

Makima's smile froze for 0.3 seconds, a moment Denci captured with pinpoint accuracy, as if he could always smell the scent of evil.

"Denji-kun is Denji-kun." Makima pulled her hand back, and when she turned around, her long hair swept across Denji's face. "Go and call Kouzo for me."

The evening breeze lifted Denci's shirt, and he counted the girls downstairs who received flowers. The seventh girl holding a rose reminded him of the model in a convenience store magazine.

Denci's wish for the day: to be the one to receive the rose. He had forgotten his original intention of "wanting to have a girlfriend" at some point.

"Hey, Pochita," Denji said to the air, "What would you do if I turned into a girl?"

Moonlight streamed in through the window, and Denji found himself standing in a pure white space, with Pochita appearing before him in a lovely manner.

"Denci." Pochita's voice carried the unique echo of Denci's voice. "Do you... really want to become a girl?"

Denci looked down at his hands. In his dream, he was wearing a sailor suit, with waist-length hair. The image made his heart beat faster, yet he felt an inexplicable panic.

"I... I don't know." Denci said unsurely. "I just think... if I became a girl, maybe more people would like me."

Pochita wrapped her arms around his wrist. "I can help you. As long as this is Denji's wish, I can change your body... I can still do such a thing."

Denji felt his throat tighten. He remembered the convenience store clerk's face, trying to suppress her laughter, Makima's hand pulling back, the girls surrounding Kouzo...

"Let me...think about it." Denji hesitated.

In reality, I was absent-minded all day today.

"Denci!" Hayakawa Aki's shout brought him back to reality.

Denci suddenly came to his senses and found himself staring at the air in a daze.

"What's wrong with you today?" Hayakawa Aki frowned and looked at him.

Denji opened his mouth, but didn't know where to begin. His eyes drifted unconsciously to Takashi's, his smile dazzlingly warm in the sunlight.

On the rooftop, Denci mechanically chewed his sandwich, watching the bustling crowd downstairs... A girl walked by holding a big bouquet of roses, a happy smile on her face.

"If I became a woman..." Denci muttered to himself, "Would I be able to receive all kinds of gifts every day like this?"

Denji's mind flashed with his dream self, with long flowing hair, wearing a cute skirt, and everyone around him looking at him with gentle eyes...

Moonlight streamed like water, and at night, Denci once again stood in that pure white space. This time, he wore the sailor suit he had always dreamed of, the hem of his skirt swaying gently with the swing of Pochita's chain.

"Are you sure? This image..." Pochita's voice remained calm.

Denci looked down at his hands... slender fingers, smooth skin, and the slight rise of his breasts. The image made his heart beat faster, yet he felt strangely at ease.

"I'm sure," he heard himself say, "I want to... be a girl."

Pochita said, "It is as you wish."

The morning sun streamed in through the curtains, and Denci felt something strange about her body. She sat up drowsily, her long hair sliding down her shoulders, giving her a strange feeling.

"This is..." She looked down at her hands, slender fingers, smooth skin... She suddenly threw back the quilt.

"Ah!" The scream echoed in the room.

Denci stumbled into the bathroom, where he saw a beautiful girl reflected in the mirror. Waist-length hair, delicate features, and... Her hands trembled as she touched her chest, the soft touch making her cheeks burn.

After changing into the uniform she had secretly bought a while ago, Denci stood in front of the full-length mirror. The sailor uniform perfectly outlined her curves, and the long legs under the skirt made her a little shy.

"Time to go to work." Denci said to himself.

Denci took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The morning sun shone on her, bringing a warm feeling.

Standing in front of the time clock, Denci's slender fingers left fingerprints on the machine. She felt a gaze from behind her and turned to see an unfamiliar male colleague looking at her with a blushing face.

"Um... I'm Tanaka from the First Investigation Division," the man stammered. "I've never seen you before!"

Denji opened his mouth and suddenly realized that his voice had become sweet and beautiful: "I am... Denji from the Fourth Anti-Magic Section."

"Huh?" Tanaka was stunned. "Denci, I remember it was..."

"New here?" Hayakawa Aki came over and suddenly interrupted, "Come with me."

Makima's office was always filled with the faint scent of citrus and roses. Denci stood in front of the desk, feeling his legs tremble slightly under his skirt.

"So..." Makima crossed her arms and rested her chin on the back of her hands, "Is this the change you wanted?"

Denji nodded, his long hair swaying slightly with his movements. "I think... this might be more popular."

Makima's gaze was so deep it was impossible to see through it. She stood up and walked around behind Denci. Denci could feel her breath brushing against the back of his neck, bringing a shiver to his face.

"Indeed..." Makima's fingers gently stroked Denci's long hair, "It's very beautiful."

Denci felt her heartbeat quicken, but this time it wasn't out of longing, but fear. She suddenly realized that she might have opened a Pandora's box.

When he walked out of the office, Denci felt his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Denji's Diary

Number of times approached: 3 times

Time spent in Makima's office: 17 minutes

Drinks received: 1 bottle

Denci's wish for today: to make female friends

Special note: Need to buy new hair accessories (bow)

Denci's locker was filled with envelopes, each one smelling of a different perfume. She opened one at random, and a dried rose fell out.

She took the flowers with a smile, remembering that when she was still a man, she had never received even a petal. Now her locker was filled with all kinds of flowers, like a small flower shop.

"This is how you draw it... Do you understand?" The female colleague held Denci's hand and taught her how to draw eyeliner.

Denci looked at his increasingly refined face in the mirror, and suddenly remembered that when he was still a man, he was too lazy to even use facial cleanser.

Sometimes, she would practice walking in high heels. Hayakawa Aki, who once disliked her, would occasionally visit her, always with a meaningful smile. "You're working hard."

Denji knew what he was thinking. Anyone would find it amusing that their former partner had become a beautiful girl.

During lunch break, Denci sat on the rooftop. Three male colleagues watched her from a distance, whispering among themselves. She could guess what they were talking about… nothing more than some obscene fantasy.

"How ironic..." Denji murmured, "Men are such simple creatures."

She thought back to the date invitation she'd received yesterday... The lust in that man's eyes made her sick. Had she once looked at Makima with the same gaze?

Obviously, her thoughts have also begun to become fairy-like.

"Denci-chan!" The female colleagues from the Investigation Division waved to her, "Want to go clothes shopping together?"

Denci stood up, her skirt swaying gently.

"Sure," she said with a smile. "I know a good place." Under the setting sun, Denci and his female colleagues chatted and laughed as they walked down the street. She had finally found her place...not as an object of gaze, but as an independent individual.

These days, Dianci is enjoying being pampered.

Denci stood in front of the magazine rack at the convenience store. This time, she openly picked up a women's magazine. The clerk came over with a smile and said, "Miss, would you like to try this new lipstick? It would suit you very well."

She looked at herself in the mirror, wearing pink lipstick, and suddenly remembered that when she was still a teenager, she didn't even have the courage to walk into a cosmetics counter. Back then, he would just hide in the corner, watching the glamorous people coming and going.

"It's very cute." The clerk praised sincerely.

Denci felt her eyes warm. This was the first time she had been praised for something other than her appearance.

At lunchtime, Denci deliberately ordered the most expensive set meal. Far from showing any impatience, the waiter thoughtfully recommended a wine pairing.

"Miss, are you alone?" the man at the next table took the initiative to speak, "Would you like to join us?"

Denci shook his head gracefully, enjoying the other's disappointed expression. She remembered that when she was still Denci, even asking for an extra packet of ketchup at a fast food restaurant would get the waiter's eye roll.

"Is this... the privilege of women?" Denci whispered to himself.

In the dead of night, Denci stood in front of the bathroom mirror. The mist blurred the mirror, but it couldn't hide the memories.

"Never been to school? How pitiful."

"You can't even do this? You're such a loser."

"Stay away from me, it stinks."

The laughter of the past echoed in his ears. Denci hugged himself tightly... Those scars would not disappear even if his gender changed.

Now, looking at his delicate face in the mirror, Denci said, "Now I can start over."

Chapter 106:105 Chainsaw Man's Gender Transformation (Part ): Dating Miss Denci