The Chainsaw Man, but the Darkin Sword Demon

Beheading in the second week (2/2) √.

Half an hour later, Mu Bai returned to the living room with a midnight snack.

His neck was itching a bit, but that was fine as long as the head was attached.

Vivian sat in front of the dining table, her pair of beautiful red pupils had already lost their spirits, and the bath towel on her body was also replaced by a set of tightly wrapped clothes by Maqima, all those beautiful scenery disappeared, only The remaining werewolfized limbs are still exposed.

"Let's eat, Miss Vivian." Maqima pushed a pair of bowls and chopsticks in front of Vivian, who immediately moved mechanically.

In fact, Vivian didn't know how to use chopsticks at all, but she still imitated clumsily.

Because this is 【Order】.

Machima's 【Order】.

In order to obey the order, she missed the food in the bowl several times and burned her hands.

But with her werewolf body with super self-healing ability, this little "injury" doesn't matter at all.

This meal lasted for more than half an hour.

After eating, Makima finally released her 【Order】.

Those red eyes instantly regained their spirits.

"This is me...?" Vivienne was stunned for a long time as if she had just woken up.

Her thoughts were very chaotic, and it took a long time to think of something - she was illuminated by the moonlight on a full moon night outside, turned into a werewolf, and was rescued home by Mr. Noah.

And then...Mr. Noah's lover came back. It was a beautiful and gentle woman with long orange-red hair.

name...name...can't remember...

"Is the supper I made to your liking?" Mazima said suddenly, her gentle voice interrupting Vivienne's chaotic thoughts.

"Snack... ah... yes, it's delicious... thank you for your hospitality..." The latter was still a little overwhelmed, but he was barely able to communicate normally.

"You're welcome, Miss Vivienne." Maqima still kept smiling, her gentle and generous appearance was very beautiful.

But... Mu Bai always feels a little perverted when he looks at it.

The evil dominating demon finally defeated the pure werewolf girl...

"Don't go out tonight when the moon is full, just stay here for one night." Maqima said again, "You sleep in my room tonight, and I can sleep in the same room as Noah."

"No need... I can sleep in the living room..." Vivian was flattered and waved her hands quickly.

But Maqima chuckled, "This is a [request]."

"Okay." Vivienne declined embarrassingly one second, and immediately agreed the next second.

Undoubtedly, she was [dominated] again.

The Shepherd is a little numb.

He noticed that Makima was already looking at him.

"Xiao Bai, shall we sleep together tonight?"

Meanwhile, on the other side of San Francisco.

The plantation demon who escaped from Mubai hid in an abandoned construction site.

It was severely injured by Mubai, and it had already lost half of its life.

It is weak, it hates, and it is eager to turn Mubai and all human beings into its slaves.

Its heart has been filled with anger.

So it didn't notice that a dark purple bug was slowly approaching it...

Chapter No.17 Miss Machima? Equal love? (4K characters large chapter)

Mu Bai could hear the sound of breathing coming from the living room—very steady and regular.

Don't think about it, it was of course the breathing of the wolf girl Vivienne.

She should have fallen asleep, and slept soundly.

very nice.

Unlike myself, I can't sleep at all...

"Miss Machima, I can't sleep with you like this..."

Mubai sighed softly, in front of him was Maqima's flawless pretty face—a pretty face with open eyes.

"Why?" Macchima asked softly, "Haven't we shared the same bed many times? Didn't you fall asleep normally before?"

"But you didn't keep staring at me before, did you..." Mu Bai certainly remembered the time when they shared the same bed - it was the first few days when they arrived in the United States, they slept in the same bed in the hotel for several nights.

It's just... At that time, Maqima was still normal, she would sleep when she slept, and she wouldn't keep staring at others like an owl.

"Why, is it because I'm not good-looking that you can't fall asleep looking at me?" Mazima's tone was still calm, but it seemed to reveal a trace of undetectable killing intent. "Or are you tired of me and don't want to see me anymore?"

"Of course I didn't mean that..." In all fairness, Mu Bai should have never seen a more beautiful woman than the other party.

"Then why on earth can't you sleep?"

"Because...because..."

"Say."

"Because you keep staring at me, I think about money..." In desperation, Mu Bai had no choice but to tell the truth. "There are also Coke, desserts... In short, those things that make me want, I can't fall asleep when I think about those things."

"Is that so?" Mazima's tone finally became softer, "Then besides money, Coke and desserts, what else do you want?"

"..." Mu Bai fell silent.

"Would you like a massage?" Marchma asked again.

"..."

"You know what I mean by a massage—same as a pava."

"..."

"I know that you are only interested in money, Coke, desserts, villas by the sea and four-door refrigerators, but I also know that you also have 'desires' besides 'interests'—even if it's only a little bit."

"..." Mu Bai did not deny it.

Indeed, although "desire" is not worth mentioning in front of "interest", obeying "desire" is the icing on the cake if it does not affect "interest".

In short, if you want to spend money, you can ignore your reputation, because money is the most important thing; but if it is a "free whoring" that doesn't cost money, then naturally the more the better.

"I've talked to you about this before, but you turned it down on the grounds that 'if you have to spend money on a small umbrella, whoever pays for it will destroy the relationship of equality', right?" Mazima said from under the covers. She got out, and the long and thin black shoulder straps like silk threads slid off her smooth fragrant shoulders.

"So, I got a box of free ones today."

"No money...?" Mu Bai subconsciously swallowed.

"Yes." Mazima nodded, and gently climbed onto the opponent's body, her warm breath forming a ball of seductive white mist in the cold air. "Originally, I planned to discuss this matter with you after a while...but your behavior today makes me feel very dangerous-time is very urgent."

"Oh..." Mubai scratched his head, and then confirmed again with some anxiety: "The box of things you mentioned... really don't need money?"

"Yes, for free."

"Why free?"

"It's a gift from a supermarket promotion."

"Do you have an invoice or voucher?"

"Yes, I can show it to you tomorrow morning."

"Oh..." If it is determined that no money is needed, then Mu Bai is relieved.

"Let's try it." Mazima seemed to be breathing heavily, and it was unknown whether it was because the room was too stuffy or for other reasons. "It's my first time, and I may not be as good as Pava."

"Hmm..." As soon as Mubai heard this, he knew that the other party had eavesdropped on his massage with Pava before.

But it's normal, after all, nothing in this world can escape Machima's "ears".

It’s just that it feels a bit strange to some extent... That kind of thing should be very private, but it turned out that Mazima listened to it all...

And judging from her tone, it is estimated that she has "eavesdropped" more than once. I am afraid that she has "eavesdropped" several times or even more than a dozen times, and even listened seriously...

"If I do something wrong or hurt you later, you can tell me."

In the darkness, Mazima took out a palm-sized, pink box from the bedside cabinet. The pattern on it was unclear, but it clearly revealed a feeling that it was not suitable for children.

"Are you really going to do it?" Mu Bai was already lying flat.

"Yes, I want to truly become an equal relationship with you." Mazima has already pressed half of her body up—even if she wanted [equality], she would subconsciously try to dominate when doing that kind of thing. "Don't you want to?"

"I don't have anything to think about or not... To be honest, this kind of thing doesn't matter to me." Now that he has talked about it, Mu Bai doesn't intend to hide it:

"Like I said before, I don't consider myself inferior to anyone, I don't look down on anyone - to me, all people are equal."

"And the reason...is because I don't care. Just because I don't care."

"Whether it's equal or unequal, it doesn't affect my money, right? And it won't make Coke more expensive because the store owner looks down on it, right? It doesn't matter..."

"Anyway, I have one and only one ideal or goal. As long as it doesn't affect my purchase of a seaside villa and a four-door refrigerator filled with iced Coke, nothing matters."

"Whether you want equality or inequality, I will follow you."

Hearing this, Mazima was silent for a few seconds.

When she completely suppressed the other party, her beautiful amber eyes did not show disappointment, but instead showed a... a slightly sick look similar to an abnormal human being.

She gently held the other's cheeks, and there was a hint of possessiveness that was almost crazy on her flawless pretty face.

"It doesn't matter... This is the attitude I want most, Xiaobai..."

"There will always be flaws in the rigid pursuit of equality, just like my eagerness for success now...but you are different, your indifference is the purest...equality..."

"I know you don't really care about me... all you care about is the money I give you, and the stable life I give you...you don't care about me at all, I should feel sad, but now... only joy..."

"As long as you can maintain this indifferent attitude, that is the purest equality... Whether you treat me as a partner or a stranger...even if you only treat me as an object to solve your desires No problem... I like you, and our relationship..."

"I really want to possess you...Xiaobai...I really want to..."

"What I want is not to dominate you, what I want is you...the purest you..."

"Just treat me as someone who doesn't care, a dispensable existence that you don't care about at all..."

"Only by maintaining this attitude of not caring, the equality between us is the purest..."

"But you will always be mine..."

"Only belongs to me..."

"My little white..."

After revealing her true feelings, Machima's cheeks had a seductive blush, and her breathing became very rapid, as if something was stimulating her sensitive nerves and delicate body.

Mubai didn't resist, but he didn't make any other moves either. He was crushed by the other party like a salted fish. There was money to be made in massages for Pava, but not for Machima, so he didn't want to move .

Don't refuse, but don't take the initiative either.

Open open open open.

"Your expression without expression is my favorite expression..." Maqima slightly lowered her body, and the distance between the two faces was less than ten centimeters.

At this time, she was only wearing a thin black pajamas, the shoulder straps were pulled down very low, and a touch of white on her chest was rippling in the air, exuding a faint fragrance.

Her lower body only has a pair of pajama pants, which are so short that they don't even reach the knees. Her slender and plump legs are as white as the snow in early winter, but there is a touch of healthy pink on the knees and the sides of the thighs. Under the influence of the sun, it is like a plum blossom blooming in a snowy night, noble and beautiful.

Her pair of jade feet have been pulled out from the quilt, without any black or white thin socks, wantonly embodying the most natural and primitive beauty, just as the poet said: I would like to be a shoe with silk, It is enough to deal with it; if you are sad and restrained, you will leave it in front of the bed!May it be a shadow in the daytime, and often follow the shape to go west and east.

[May the silk thread become the plain shoes on her feet, and walk everywhere with her slender feet, but it is a pity that there are rhythms in advancing and retreating, and they can only be discarded in front of the bed when sleeping!May I be her shadow in the daytime, and follow her figure everywhere. 】

At this moment, Mu Bai finally understood the psychology of foot control—he despised foot control when he was a child, questioned foot control when he was a teenager, and understood it when he grew up.

"Miss Marchema, I think we're getting a little close."

"Closer?" Mazima smiled and continued to bend down until her full and sexy red lips were lightly attached to the other's side face.

"Have you ever thought... Maybe our distance will become negative tonight?"