Contain the monster...by offering it sex!

"Hnnnggh...grrr..."

Makima frowned.

There was something off with Chainsaw Man.

Up until now, Denji had always retained his consciousness whenever he transformed.

"Denji, can you hear me?"

"Grrr..."

However, this time was different.

Chainsaw Man clawed at his head painfully.

The chainsaw coming out of his head whirred around at random intervals, as if two entities were both trying to figure out what was going on.

"...Interesting."

Makima muttered.

Somehow, her small voice caught the attention of the devil.

"RRRAAAARGH!!"

Chainsaw man pounced at Makima at amazing speed.

Before she knew it, Makima was getting wrestled to the ground with the horny devil trying to tear her clothes to shreads.

"...Denji, stop it. That's an...order."

Makima lowered her voice in a warning tone while trying her best to push the assaulter away.

However, Chainsaw man was stronger and, more importantly, much more eager than she had been prepared for.

Her hands were quickly pinned to the floor. Luckily, it also mean that Chainsaw man couldn't use his hands either.

"Rrrrr..."

Chainsaw man looked confused for a moment, stumped by this conundrum.

Makima tried to push him away by her feet, but to her surprise, Chainsaw man didn't budge. Instead, her legs slipped off over his shoulders.

"VRRRRR!!"

Chainsaw man revved the chainsaw on his head and began rubbing his cock over Makima's pants where her pussy would have been.

Makima grunted in frustration.

Not only was this very insulting, she was worried that Chainsaw man might be fundamentally broken... for whatever reason.

'I should probably get that checked out... but in the mean time...'

Makima yanked her right hand free, made a finger gun and aimed it at Chainsaw man's stomach.

"Bang."

BANG!!

With an ear-splitting bang, Chainsaw man flew across the room with a huge hole in his stomach.

Parts of his entrails were sprayed across the room until he hit the opposite side of the wall and slid down.

"..."

Makima got up, brushed her pants and walked over to Chainsaw man.

His helmet and chainsaw melted away into grey goo, revealing Denji's face once more.

With a small sigh, Makima picked up a broken glass shard and squeezed it in her hand.

When blood started spewing out between her fingers, Makima dropped the glass shard and opened her hand over Denji's mouth.

After enough blood trickled down into Denji's throat, Makima wiped her hand clean.

The wound on her hand also disappeared without a trace, and Makima tugged on the trigger once more.

Vrrooom!

"—gah!"

You jerked awake.

As soon as you regained consciousness, a splitting headache took over you.

"Owww..."

You clutched your head as you tried to remember what had happened.

"Denji, are you feeling alright? How much do you recall?"

"I, I...you said that I was Chainsaw Man...? And then..."

You fumbled with the trigger dangling from your chest.

You also noticed that your shirt was a mess. It had a giant hole in the midriff as if someone shot a cannon through it.

If it weren't for the spliting headaches, you would've been embarrassed that you were basically half-naked in front of Makima.

"Hmm."

Makima nodded and helped you get up.

"When you pull the trigger, you used to transform into Chainsaw man.

But for some reason, now when you do it, you seem to go on a rampage."

Makima waved her hand around her complete mess of an office.

The table was flipped over, stacks of paper were scattered about on the floor, and even a couple of bookshelves were knocked over.

"I, I'm...sorry. I didn't mean to."

You muttered.

Did you really do all this? You couldn't remember a thing.

"I don't intend to blame you, Denji.

However, it would be best if you do not transform until we figure out what's wrong with you."

"Right..."

Makima helped you sit down on the chair to catch your breath, before going to the back room to fetch you some new clothes.

You sat alone in the office.

You considered offering to help clean up the place, but you had a feeling that Makima wasn't going to enjoy your company after this incident.

"...why does everything have to go wrong with me...?"

You felt miserable.

Just when you thought you were starting to build something(albeit, a very fast build) with the woman of your dreams, the cosmos just had to kick you down a peg or two.

Then, the door to the office opened again.

"Here's your new shirt, Denji. See if it fits."

Makima said with the same smile as before.

You changed your shirt into a new one. It fit perfectly.

You walked out to meet Makima at the other side of the door.

"It feels comfortable, Makima-san. Thank you."

"No problem."

Then, Makima beckoned at you with her finger.

"Now, follow me. There is something else I want you to do for me."

"Oh, really? I mean—sure!"

You hurriedly followed Makima as she stroll down the hallway.

'This is my chance to make up for my mistake!'

Whatever the job was, you were determined to do it perfectly.