At night, Makoto looked at Kotonoha, whose face was flushed red like an apple, looking as if she might faint at any moment, and asked, "Are you sure, Kotonoha? You should know that even if you give yourself to me, I won't have only you."
After much encouragement and psychological counseling from Kokoro, Kotonoha had finally made up her mind to come before Makoto.
She was now wearing a qipao that looked easy to tear, and beneath her close-fitting undergarments was a figure so hot it seemed ready to explode at any moment.
"I, I'm willing..." Kotonoha didn't dare look Makoto in the eyes, afraid she would faint if she did.
Makoto inexplicably felt that Ito Makotou had died somewhat unjustly.
'If you had told Kotonoha from the start that you wanted a harem, the original work probably wouldn't have ended that way.'
The main reason Kotonoha went dark later wasn't because Ito Makotou cheated.
She was, after all, an extremely traditional Japanese woman, and with her incredibly weak personality, she would have silently endured even if he had an affair.
But she couldn't stand being deceived.
To put it simply: You can be a player, but you can't lie to me.
And Makoto had been clear from the very beginning with Kotonoha: "I'm a player, I have many women. You'd better stay away."
Yet Kotonoha still resolutely, like a moth to a flame, came to him.
That was the right way to do it, wasn't it?
Seeing her resolve was firm, Makoto naturally wouldn't let this fat morsel that had thrown itself into his mouth go. He crooked his finger and said, "Then come here."
Kotonoha's heart trembled. She walked over unsteadily, like a duck being led to the roasting rack.
Finally, Reze, who was nearby, got impatient and pulled her over.
"Kyaa!" Kotonoha stumbled and fell right in front of Makoto. Worse still, her face landed right there.
Just as Kotonoha looked about to faint, Makoto signaled to Yui beside him to inject Chakra into the girl to keep her conscious.
Reze supported Kotonoha's shoulders from behind and grinned mischievously:
"Perfect timing, all three of us Weapon Humans are here. Let's do it in our Devil forms~"
Makoto: "..."
When Kotonoha had entered earlier, this girl's eyes had clearly lit up.
He had guessed her thoughts back then.
"D-Devil forms?" Yui, Megumi, and the others were still confused.
They saw Reze had already pulled the ring on the collar around her neck.
Makoto sighed softly, knowing Reze had been waiting for this day for a long time. He also pulled the ring on his chest.
Seeing them both transform, Kotonoha thought doing it this way for her first time was a bit strange, but still went along with Reze's idea, pulling open her own left hand as if drawing a sword.
In an instant, the three transformed simultaneously—
Chainsaw Man! Bomb Woman! Katana Woman!
The Bomb Woman, who retained the most human features, extended her hands, taking one hand each of the Chainsaw Man and the Sword Woman, bringing them together. Then...
Their mouths, lined with sharp teeth, touched.
Next, under the stunned gazes of Megumi and the others, the Bomb Woman unbuckled the Chainsaw Man's belt, saw the little chainsaw, and also opened her mouth full of sharp teeth...
Even the Aizono sisters, who had technically been with their man for over ten years, were dumbfounded after seeing this scene.
Over the years, they had tried many new games with their husband, but they had never thought of playing like this.
…
The next day, October 1st.
This day was Makoto's birthday, and at the suggestion of the Supreme Commander of the Nishikawa Nation Military, Ishigami Yu, it was designated as National Day.
Furthermore, a flag-raising ceremony would be held here every year to honor the great contributions the leader of Nishikawa Nation had made to this world.
And as the first National Day since the founding of Nishikawa Nation, millions of people from all over the world had gathered at the entrance of Nishikawa Palace, and the numbers were still growing, stretching as far as the eye could see, numbering at least in the tens of millions.
Yu, along with Beam and others, waited respectfully at the bedroom door and reported:
"Leader, the number of people gathered in the square has exceeded ten million. They won't leave without seeing you."
A few seconds later, Makoto's response came from inside the room:
"Yeah, you go ahead. I'll be there shortly."
"Yes! Please take care of yourself, Leader."
The sound of footsteps outside faded away. Makoto felt a bit exasperated.
He felt he needed to tell Yu to go back to his old way of speaking later.
Just then, a hand gripped Makoto's cheek, turning his face around. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yukiko's pink lips rapidly closing in.
Then, Mrs. Yukinoshita and Kayoko joined in.
Well, Makoto still maintained his usual routine—
The younger group at night, the mature ladies' group during the day.
"More? Can you handle it?" Makoto teased.
The problem was that the ladies' group was still limited in number, so they're no match for Makoto.
However, because he had his morning exercise, Makoto couldn't spend too much time here in the morning.
Yotsuba was still waiting for him.
The three mothers didn't answer. They simply lay down in a row, facing away from Makoto, and answered with their actions.
…
Nishikawa Palace Square.
Countless people of different skin colors and races gathered. They looked different, spoke different languages, but all chanted the same name.
At this moment, they transcended the barriers of race and skin color, united in their cheers for this one name.
As the palace gates slowly opened, the cheers of people around the world reached their peak.
"Yaaa—! Leader! Leader! Leader! Leader! Leader! Leader! Leader! Leader!"
Makoto raised his arms, and the tens of millions of people at the scene erupted in frenzied roars.
Even without using any superpowers, the very wind and clouds seemed to change color, influenced by the shouts of these tens of millions.
At that moment, Makoto was like a god descending upon the earth.