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Kissing, breathing, and entanglement.

All intimate relationships should start with a kiss.

Wipe away her tears, exchange breaths, and explore her beauty.

Listen to her lovely voice and see her shy and expectant expression.

Comfort her and kiss her.

It's time. Although her obedience is cute, I want to see her struggle and resistance even more.

"We're the same person anyway, so what's wrong with liking me more?"

"I'd be jealous too."

The girl's consciousness was like cotton wool soaked in water, drowsy and floating in the chaos. She wanted to catch a few words from his words, but the sound in her ears was always separated by a layer of vague fog, dissipating just as she was about to touch it.

The little bit of clarity that I was trying to hold on to was swept away by the sudden surge of the storm and shattered.

"The ones who kissed you, taught you, and pestered you were all Gojo Satoru. So it's okay for me to do the same, right?"

!!!!!!

Grasping the key point in his words, the girl's pupils suddenly contracted, the blush on her face faded a little, and her expression froze - she simply couldn't understand how this Gojo Satoru in front of her could know the private details of her interactions with the other six-eyed people.

How did he know?!

The man smiled gently, but the air around him seemed to be inexplicably stagnant, and even his breathing carried a heavy and oppressive feeling.

"Same as you."

Holding breath, calming down, crying rapidly, and sobbing uncontrollably.

Without the support of cursed energy and the connection to the celestial system, she had completely reverted to being a fragile, ordinary person. The nerve fibers once encased in cursed energy, tempered to exquisite sensitivity, were now like threads stripped of their protective layer, incredibly sensitive. Even the slightest touch from her fingertips on her skin would leave a faint red mark that lingered for a long time.

Her senses were magnified several times. The slight pain that she could once ignore with her strength would now burn all the way to her brain along the nerve endings. The strong wind in the air and the touch of rough clothes rubbing against her skin all stimulated her body, making every breath sensitive and difficult to ignore.

And this man used his skillful techniques to erase all the pain and drown her in the tide.

His words were like feathers brushing against the tips of my ears.

"You have been watching me, and I have been watching you."

"Everything you've said and done with Gojo Satoru, even the little secrets you thought no one knew—I know them all."

After a moment of thinking, the girl in his arms had a dull look in her eyes. It took her a long time to find her voice. Her face was a mixture of shame and disbelief, and she gritted her teeth and spat out two words.

"abnormal."

Hipper's insult did not receive the attention it deserved, and the man leaned close to kiss her.

"Really? You stick out your tongue when I kiss you. You're so lewd."

The girl looked away. She felt a little embarrassed by his words about her kissing habits with another person. Gojo Satoru grasped her chin, turned her towards him, and kissed her again.

"You can develop new habits with me, like—"

"Hug me when I kiss you."

She will like it very much, and even if she wants to hide, she will still hug him tightly.

Even though he was scolded, Gojo Satoru was not angry at all. He smiled even more indulgently, and the ending tone was still as soft and coquettish as before, responding to her previous remark of pervert.

"Yeah, you forced me to do that."

Inadvertently, his eyes met Hipper's. Those pale eyes were filled with a terrifying desire for control and a passionate madness.

The man's mouth curled up, and he suddenly realized that there were benefits to Hipper losing his cursed power and becoming an ordinary person. Well, at least for him, that was the case.

I can't resist at all, I have little strength, and can only rely on him... Oh, I'm a little moved.

Realizing what Gojo Satoru was going to do next, she suddenly struggled violently, trying to get away from him.

"Um?"

He just tilted his head, grabbed her waist, and dragged her back.

It’s so cute, I want to take a picture of it, but I can’t because she’ll get mad.

"Don't do that."

…

So cute, but don't be soft-hearted.

"Don't worry." Gojo Satoru rejected her plea lightly, and when he bent down, he took her hand, spread it out, and kissed her palm.

Be considerate of Hipper's feelings and follow her pace.

"Just like before, it didn't hurt at all, did it?"

“Just enjoy the present moment.”

The body and voice of a loved one are the most powerful aphrodisiacs.

Why was Hipper afraid? Because she had experienced this pain from another Gojo Satoru. Devastated and in a state of disarray.

Well, he actually wanted to try it too, but he couldn’t, he had to be patient.

She is soft and fragile, delicate and sensitive, and needs to be loved and cherished.

"Hey, Hipper. Are you happy?" Asking her how she felt when she was distracted must be the most honest answer. This was what he learned from those memories.

"Great..." The girl uttered an incredible compliment, something she would never say when she was sober.

"That's terrible." I was completely shocked by this sentence.

Praising Gojo Satoru's performance is what he wants to hear most. It is more effective than thousands of sweet words to shake his rationality.

During the brief moment when he was stunned, the girl whimpered his name again, this time still begging, but not refusing.

"Satoru, I want more."

Oh, how strange, this is the first time she has asked for it without being forced.

This scene has never been found in any memory, because it is a memory that belongs only to him and is ongoing.

See, even if she isn't resorting to brutal means, she is actively seeking it.

Not all desires have to be felt in pain. She should restrain her desires and violence, endure the games that make her painful, and suppress the distortion and madness.

A wife is someone you should keep in your hands.

Even in an intimate relationship, that little bit of pain must be avoided as much as possible.

Don't be addicted to pain, Hipper. It should be a joyful experience, not a fear of any position. A good husband should not let his wife be afraid of sex.

After paying the price, Hipper's physical condition is even worse than that of an ordinary person. He is too weak. It is very good that he can hold on until now.

Because I was too greedy, I didn't want to let go even if I felt tired.

"Thank you for your hard work." She would be exhausted if she continued, so it would be easier to lie down.

"Do you want to continue?"

He hadn't had enough fun yet, but he could stop if Hipper became exhausted and wanted to rest.

As long as she is happy, he can do it.

"continue."

“…”

Huh? You can actually say such vulgar and obscene words.

Her sweet and soft temptation was in his ears, but the man just continued to comfort her according to the limit of her body's endurance.

"Hippo, it's wrong to be addicted to pain."

Pain should be a minor auxiliary, not the main theme.

"Playing badly shouldn't come out of your mouth so casually. Take care of your body."

The girl was stunned, but not yet awake.

"You should learn how to please your body instead of just begging for it."

You should command the Six Eyes, order them to obey you, please you, and please you, rather than be bewitched by them.

Except me, of course.