Chapter 1: [Brain Storage...]
Rambling Note: Life's tough, holy fire meow meow. I hope readers can just enjoy it brainlessly, get filthy rich soon, sleep and wake up early. That's all.
"Dr. Li… my body's so hot… it feels like something's crawling under my skin…"
Deep in Kabukicho's Ichiban Street, Shinjuku.
In the basement of a rundown underground clinic with a faded sign reading "Late-Night Medical Office."
Li Jinglong lounged in his boss chair, scalpel glinting coldly as he toyed with it.
He lifted his eyelids slightly, sizing up the uninvited guest before him.
The woman wore a somber black mourning dress.
Yet the fabric—meant for grief and modesty—was stretched taut over her excessively voluptuous figure, outlining curves that could stop hearts.
She looked in agony, clutching her chest so hard her knuckles whitened, breathing like she'd run a marathon.
But her eyes held little fear of illness—instead, a parched, tongue-dry hunger.
"Hot?"
Li Jinglong stopped spinning the blade.
The tip tapped the scarred wooden desk with a crisp tok.
He didn't rush to stand. Instead, he lazily knocked a cigarette from the pack and tucked it between his lips—unlit.
"Lady, this is a clinic, not a host club.
If you're after a different kind of 'cool-down' service, try the third shop on the left outside."
His voice was low and magnetic, laced with the sleazy, aggressive edge typical of yakuza types.
He'd been in this damned Chainsaw Man world for a week now.
From initial shock to full adaptation? Took him one day.
As a top-tier fitness coach and "time-management master" in his past life, he excelled at thriving—and conquering—under pressure.
To survive in this devil-infested, life-cheap Tokyo, he'd leveraged the body's original "black-market doctor" identity and rooted himself in this chaotic Kabukicho.
But he knew damn well this woman wasn't an ordinary patient.
No normal human carried that spine-chilling, icy aura.
Even half a bottle of luxury perfume couldn't mask the faint… rotting corpse stench.
"No… only you, Doctor… only you can help me…"
She ignored the dismissal entirely.
As if entranced, she stumbled forward two steps.
A thick, cloying fragrance hit him.
She circled the wide desk and came right to his side.
"Doctor, please… examine me…"
Her voice turned sweet and hoarse, like soft tentacles sliding over eardrums.
She reached out—her perfectly manicured hand scorching hot—and laid it directly over the back of his hand gripping the scalpel.
The touch… felt wrong.
Not the supple bounce of human skin.
More like slick, mucus-coated rubber.
Li Jinglong's brow twitched. He didn't shake her off.
Instead, he reversed the grip—clamping her wrist in his palm with brutal dominance.
"Ah…"
She let out a short gasp, body going limp.
She half-knelt at the edge of his thigh.
The position was dangerous. Extremely intimate.
From his angle, he had a clear view down her plunging neckline—vast expanses of pale skin rising and falling with frantic breaths.
"Lady, your pulse is racing."
A playful smirk tugged at Li Jinglong's lips. His thumb stroked the inner wrist artery, feeling the frenzied throb beneath.
The excitement of a predator before the feast.
"Since you insist, I'll reluctantly take a look."
With that, his other hand casually wrapped around her waist.
In that instant, her body stiffened.
Then trembled even harder.
"Doctor… your hand… it's so hot…"
She tilted her head back, eyes glazed, staring at his sharp-featured face.
This man's body felt like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
That raw, surging male pheromone was—to a desire-feeding devil like her—the ultimate delicacy.
She wanted to devour him.
To swallow him whole, skin and bones, making him part of her.
The insane urge exploded in her mind, nearly shattering her facial control.
"Is that so? Guess I run a bit hot-blooded."
Li Jinglong acted oblivious.
His palm slid slowly up her spine—teasing yet firm.
Each pause pressed exactly on the most sensitive pressure points.
His old trick from private-training days: "deep fascial release."
Now? More like a pre-execution inspection.
"Does this hurt?"
His fingers pressed the unnatural bulge at the nape of her neck.
"Mmm… it hurts…"
"But… it feels… so good…"
She moaned in distress, practically melting into his lap.
"Doctor, not just there…"
"Lower… it's worse down there…"
She grabbed his hand, trying to guide it under the hem of her mourning dress.
The air thickened, scorching.
Under dim light, their shadows merged in a primal standoff.
Li Jinglong gazed at the beauty twisted by lust.
But deep in his eyes—ice-cold clarity.
He was waiting.
Waiting for the monster to drop the mask.
"Lady, my fees are steep."
He suddenly leaned to her ear, hot breath grazing the sensitive shell, voice a devilish murmur.
"Sometimes I take more than money… like your life."
"Lady, you wouldn't want the Public Safety Devil Hunters finding out, would you?"
The words landed.
Her movements froze.
Glazed eyes snapped wide—pupils warping grotesquely, elongating into vertical slits like a reptile's!
"Hee… hee hee hee…"
A bone-chilling laugh bubbled from her throat.
No longer human—more like countless wet snakes grinding together.
"Found out? What a shame…"
She lifted her head slowly.
Her refined, gorgeous features melted like wax—collapsing, reforming.
Mouth split to the ears, revealing rows of meat-grinder teeth.
"I was going to let you die happy… but since you're so rude, I'll just eat you while you're still warm!"
Rip—!
Fabric tore with a sharp crack.
The black mourning dress exploded off.
But what emerged wasn't a blood-rushing nude body.
It was a nightmare that'd drive normals insane!
Where legs should have been—countless writhing flesh-colored tentacles!
Slathered in slime and suckers, each moved like independent pythons.
Hissing through the air.
At their roots—embedded twisted human faces.
Men, women, old, young—all silently screaming in agony.
This was… a Devil.
Born from human fear and desire.
"Doctor! Give me your body! I'll take such good care of you!"
The monster shrieked. Thick tentacles shot like arrows.
Carrying foul wind—straight for his face!
Too close!
He could see the concentric serrated teeth in every sucker!
Yet facing certain death, Li Jinglong showed zero panic.
Instead, his grin widened—more savage, more feral than any devil.
"Finally showing your true face? I've been waiting forever!"
Bang!
He slammed a foot into the heavy wooden desk.
Hundreds of pounds flew like Styrofoam—crashing into the incoming tentacles!
Using the recoil, he slid back three meters in the chair—barely dodging.
Boom!
The desk shattered under the tentacles' crush, wood chips flying.
Li Jinglong stood, yanking off his annoying necktie.
Then slowly pulled a metal lighter from his pocket.
Click.
Flame flared—lighting the ever-unlit cigarette.
He took a deep drag. Acrid smoke swirled in his lungs.
Exhaled in a long plume, veiling eyes now glowing scarlet.
In that moment—a cold mechanical voice rang in his mind like music:
Ding! High-concentration malice and desire reaction detected!
Yakuza Devil Multi-Children-and-Fortune System activating… Activation successful!
Newbie Gift Pack issued: Congratulations, Host—Physique Enhancement obtained: "Baki Demon Back" (Beginner Level)!
Quest issued: Subdue or kill the "Desire Devil" clone before you.
Rewards: Free Attribute Points +5, Demon Pheromone Aura (LV1).
Li Jinglong felt the berserk power surging—veins ready to burst.
His smile turned utterly unrestrained.
He flicked the burning cigarette butt at the writhing mass.
Cracked his neck with a grating pop.
"Alright, Lady."
"Foreplay's over."
"Now… let's get to the main event."