My Gender Bend Harem: Starting from Chainsaw Man

In the office, Hayakawa Aki was trying to lead Denji away, but Denji was clearly unwilling.

"No! I want to be with Renji Kuroda! I want to work with Renji Kuroda!"

Denji struggled fiercely, but Hayakawa Aki was strong. Her efforts were in vain, so she simply plopped down on the floor, gazing up at Renji with big, watery eyes full of helplessness.

[Ding~ Detected Hayakawa Aki's irritated emotion, system rewards 10 points.]

Hayakawa Aki couldn't pull Denji away. Looking back at Denji's pitiful expression, a wave of irritation surged in her chest. She just couldn't bring herself to like Denji.

"Hey! That's enough! Renji Kuroda is watching you—don't you feel ashamed acting like this?"

She tried to provoke Denji with words, but Denji ignored her completely, still fixated on Renji with that pleading gaze.

At that moment, Hayakawa Aki realized that Denji's attention wasn't on her at all. She followed Denji's line of sight and saw that the person Denji had been looking at was Renji Kuroda, who stood nearby, watching with a helpless but indulgent expression.

[Ding~ Detected Hayakawa Aki's angry emotion, system rewards 10 points.][Ding~ Detected Hayakawa Aki's jealous emotion, system rewards 20 points.]

Hayakawa Aki's heart involuntarily trembled. Her irritation quickly transformed into anger—and deep down, an uncomfortable feeling of jealousy flared up. But she reacted swiftly, regaining her composure in an instant thanks to her strong emotional control.

Renji Kuroda stepped forward, knelt in front of Denji, and gently stroked her head.

"Denji, don't be like this. Did you forget our agreement? As long as you work hard, you can do it as soon as you come back."

His voice swept over Denji like a spring breeze, soothing her turbulent emotions.

Denji nodded obediently, softly replying, "Mm."

Looking at Denji's cute expression, Renji reached out and gently stroked her soft white ears, sliding his fingers slowly from the ear tips to her earlobes, kneading them lightly.

Denji trembled slightly, suddenly recalling what had happened earlier at the abandoned factory—Renji licking her ear with his tongue. That strange sensation was still vivid in her memory.

Her cheeks flushed bright red, shy and alluring.

"Alright, get up now. Be good, and go to work with Senior Hayakawa Aki."

Only then did Denji stand up obediently and follow Hayakawa Aki out of the office.

[Ding~ Detected Makima's angry emotion, system rewards 10 points.]

"Renji Kuroda, you're quite good at these things, aren't you?" Makima's voice suddenly came from behind.

Renji stood and turned around. Makima wore the same gentle expression and spoke with her sweet voice, yet there was something subtly off that Renji couldn't quite place.

"It's nothing special," he replied quietly.

"Now it's my turn, isn't it? Who am I teaming up with…?"

Just as the words left her lips, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor. Then, with a loud bang, the office door was kicked open.

A woman appeared.

She was striking—long pink hair flowing behind her, bright red horns protruding from her head, and dressed in casual clothes.

[Ding~ Detected host's first encounter with a main plot character, Power , system rewards 3 points.]

"Oooohhh~! Kneel, humans! My name is Power! Are you the woman I'm teaming up with?!"

Power struck exaggerated poses, her voice full of wild arrogance and chuunibyou flair.

Renji's gaze slowly drifted downward from her face… and stopped at her large, jiggling breasts.

They were large but firm, voluptuous without being excessive—beautifully shaped with a flawless curve, the epitome of physical allure.

Renji stared, a strange feeling rising in his chest…

"Too perfect… but… precisely because they're too perfect, they must be… padded… I've never seen such perfect breasts in my life."

Somewhere on a street in Tokyo, Hayakawa Aki and Denji were walking one behind the other. Suddenly, Aki stopped in her tracks, and Denji, not paying attention, bumped into her back.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Denji asked, puzzled.

Aki didn't turn around. She only said coldly, "Come with me for a moment."

She led Denji into a narrow alley cluttered with large garbage bags. Denji looked around curiously but saw nothing there—just piles of trash.

"Why did you bring me here? Is this a patrol area?" Denji asked again.

Hayakawa Aki turned around, her beautiful face expressionless, and asked coldly, "What is your relationship with Renji Kuroda?"

At the mention of Renji Kuroda, Denji's cheeks instantly turned red. She giggled and replied, "I'm… I'm Renji Kuroda's doggie."

Aki's face darkened at once. Her brows furrowed tightly, and veins began to show faintly on her forehead—clearly dissatisfied with the answer.

"I'm not asking about that kind of relationship. I mean, do you and Renji Kuroda have any blood ties? Were you two raised together after being sent to Tokyo?" Her tone grew harsher.

Denji shook her head. "No, I've been on my own since I was little."

"So you only met Renji Kuroda this morning?" Aki pressed on.

Denji nodded.

The next moment, without warning, Aki slammed her fist into Denji's small face. Denji flew through the air, crashing to the ground with a heavy thud.

Before Denji could recover, Aki grabbed her by the collar and hauled her up. A brutal knee struck Denji square in the lower abdomen. Her face instantly went pale. Then came another kick—Denji was sent flying again, this time landing in a heap atop a pile of garbage bags.

Aki lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. In that moment, the emotions she'd been suppressing for so long finally erupted. A wave of relief surged through her.

"You've known Renji Kuroda for less than eight hours—what right do you have to act like his lover? If you ask me, you don't belong here at headquarters. Tomorrow, I'll file for your transfer to a rural Public Safety branch. They've got plenty of work too. And if you dare tell anyone about this… I'll beat you again."

Clutching her abdomen, Denji's face twisted in pain. That part of her body had only recently finished developing—and now, with Aki's knee and kick…

"Wh-why…?" Denji croaked, wiping saliva from the corner of her mouth.

"Hmm? Can't you feel my kindness?" Aki replied flatly. "If not for Renji's request, you wouldn't even be in Public Safety right now. You're not just immature in your work—you're reckless. So what if you're a devil? You'll die fast like that. Only those with conviction or real strength survive. What do you have?"

She exhaled smoke slowly, then flicked the half-smoked cigarette at Denji.

Pulling a bank card from her pocket, Aki tossed it onto the ground in front of Denji.

"There's 500,000 yen on that. It's yours—call it compensation. No password. Don't go looking for Renji for the next two days. I'll find a place for you to stay. Once the transfer is approved, I'll take you to the rural office."

She lit another cigarette and turned to leave.

"If you stay silent, I'll take it as agreement. Hey, why are you still kneeling there? Get up—I'll take you to get a place to stay."

Aki had only taken a few steps, the cigarette just reaching her lips, when she suddenly heard frantic footsteps behind her.

She didn't even have time to turn around before her high ponytail was yanked hard from behind.

Her head was wrenched back violently, exposing her pale, slender neck. In the next instant, Denji grabbed her shoulder, twisted her body, and drove a brutal punch deep into her abdomen.

Aki's face went ghostly pale. Her mouth flew open, the cigarette dropping to the ground as a spray of saliva erupted uncontrollably. A thick string of drool dribbled from her lips down to her chin.

Denji let go of Aki's ponytail.

Aki collapsed to her knees, trembling, clutching her stomach. Her lips quivered violently, her complexion cycling between red and white.

"Senior, you're really too kind, huh?" Denji said sweetly, her tone laced with venom. "Do you feel that pain? Huh? What if you broke my uterus?! It's brand new! It just grew in! Do you know how valuable that is?!"