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The weak warrior who has lost his strength is now uninterested in anything except eating, sleeping and playing games.

I feel physically weak and not as energetic as before, and I feel sleepy and doze off from time to time.

If the duration is not enough, you can only make up for it by relying on the number of times - just like a useless man.

Of course I’m not talking about Gojo Satoru, he is very useful.

She lay on the man's back, her hands hanging on his chest, her legs swinging gently, occasionally brushing against the sides of his legs.

Gojo Satoru has a special smell on her body, perhaps mixed with special hormones, which makes her smell different from others.

It is a cool fragrance with a hint of sweetness, slightly cool but lingering, a scent that makes your mind relax as soon as you smell it.

It's his scent.

Hipper buried her face in the side of his neck, taking a deep breath and ruffling her hair.

As if being tickled by her, the man chuckled and shrank his neck. The vibration of his laughter traveled through his chest into her ears, and seemed to spread throughout her body.

The girl chuckled as well, kissing the crook of his neck softly, leaving behind a series of wet kisses that she kept on kissing.

Hot flashes, stickiness, and eagerness.

"You've ruined me. You're responsible." The girl's whisper in his ear was a mixture of resentment and anger. Between her breaths, a moist, hot breath, another kiss was imprinted on his skin.

The tips of teeth were faintly visible from between the lips, gently grinding against his flesh.

"Make me a wish, anything you want."

The man looked up at the night sky and saw that the moonlight was obscured by clouds, and the ground was dark. Although the light did not obstruct his vision, it was still better to have the moonlight to illuminate the way.

"What price will you charge?"

He knew it in his heart, but still wanted to hear her say it herself.

"I want all of you." The girl kissed the place where she had bitten just now as if to comfort him, but her fingertips pressed on his Adam's apple wantonly.

"You'll give it to me, right?"

She felt his Adam's apple roll under her fingertips, and his breathing and heartbeat became disordered.

All his confusion was because of her.

"Give it to me, okay?"

…

Breathing and heartbeat have gradually stabilized.

Gojo Satoru patted her head gently, his tone calm.

"It's all yours."

"Hold on tight, it's almost over."

"..." This pretentious fellow. Hipper gritted his teeth secretly, tilted his head and bit his Adam's apple.

"Let you pretend!"

His steps suddenly stopped, and he stood still without moving. But Hipper clearly felt his Adam's apple roll.

She licked it lightly subconsciously.

Gojo Satoru's heartbeat became irregular again, more chaotic than ever before.

"... Hipper, does it have to be now?" There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, but there was no trace of compromise.

"What are you talking about? I'm just asking for a promise from you. What if you're a cold-hearted person and abandon your wife and children?" The girl whimpered and pretended to be weak, telling lies that were incoherent.

"Abandoning my wife... and my son?" He chewed over the words, the words rolling on his tongue, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Where is the son?"

For some reason, seeing his expression, Hipper quickly responded, "Of course."

He fell silent again. His lips tightened as he continued walking forward, carrying her on his back. It was already dark, and the tent was even darker.

...Why aren't you talking? Speak!

She never expected that after trying her best to seduce someone, she would end up in failure. For a moment, Hipper even doubted her own charm, but she immediately denied it the next second.

What on earth is this guy thinking?

She was so angry that she started talking nonsense.

"My child's father, you won't even give me a name, right?!"

"Hey! Don't just leave without eating everything!"

"say!"

He listened patiently to Hipper's nonsense, and even couldn't help laughing. He loosened his arms and put her on the ground, then squatted down, holding his chin, and listened to her increasingly outrageous words.

"Are you listening?" Seeing his indifferent look, Hipper became even more angry. She wanted to call him by his full name, but ended up calling out a special name.

"husband!"

"Um."

Gojo Satoru smiled as he squatted on the ground, opening his arms to her. Moonlight streamed through the clouds, illuminating the moon and stars, pouring down on him, his white hair seeming to glow softly.

"A hug?"

All the anger in my heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The girl hugged him with a look of frustration. The moment he picked her up, the special curse spirit behind her suddenly dissipated.

"Okay, okay, stop talking so much. It's too early to talk about children, right? Don't think too much." He stroked her back gently, his tone as if he was coaxing a child.

"So do you want it or not?" Hipper grabbed his hair in frustration, thinking that she couldn't get what she wanted, and she was so angry that she had to comfort herself, but Gojo Satoru didn't even give her a positive response.

What on earth is he worried about?

"Hippo, I don't want you to get pregnant." The man who was carrying her back gently tapped the back of her head, stopping her from looking up at him, and pressed her face against his chest - not enough to suffocate her, but close enough.

"Because raising a child is very energy-consuming, and you and I don't have time." He talked more at this time, and could be said to be talking non-stop, interrupting Hipper again and again.

"Hippo doesn't like children, does he? They're very noisy, aren't they? They can't understand you and will just keep crying, and you won't be able to sleep."

That's true. Hipper thought what he said made perfect sense and waited for him to continue.

"Your health is too poor now. It's very dangerous to get pregnant. Giving birth is very painful, and you will have morning sickness. It's very, very uncomfortable. You don't want to do that, do you?" What he said was surprisingly right. Every reason made Hipper feel that he was thinking about her.

"And you can't have sex during pregnancy, so you'll definitely smoke."

Sexual activity is prohibited.

Tsk, that won’t work.

He seemed to have noticed something, paused slightly, and looked down at the girl in his arms with a little surprise.

So easy to coax? Stop making trouble? Just saying no sex life made her quiet down... Hmm, this is a bit bad.

"What are you looking at?" Hipper, who had just finished losing his temper, felt a little sleepy again and spoke rudely.

Gojo Satoru had a vague guess in his mind, and he asked tentatively, "Do it?"

He found that after he asked this question, the girl's eyes were suddenly lit up - the ice-blue eyes were astonishingly bright.

Is this true? He was a little surprised.

"I thought you were really pure and indifferent... No matter how you think about it, it's not my problem, right?" Her cheeks suddenly flushed, and even a thin layer of powder spread at the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were like ripples in a pool of spring water.

"You clearly haven't had enough fun, but you always stop at the right time. You don't ask for a ring, and you don't even ask about my identity... I even told you about the child, but you didn't react at all."

The genius closed his eyes, suppressed the surging desire deep inside, but just whispered to him to go home quickly.

…

"Because the only one is worthy of the only one." Gojo Satoru found it difficult to compromise on this matter.

Love is private. It is the nail that pierces the heart, the name on the lips, and the person who remains constant in spring dreams and nightmares.

He wanted to be the only one.

The only Rokugan, the only Gojo Satoru.

He could not bear the fact that his love was being sacrificed and shared. He was filled with jealousy and resentment, but he could do nothing about it.

Either you have nothing or you win everything.

But once you miss out on some things, no matter how much you get, it is just compensation, like the thank you for participating at the bottom of the lottery list.

He wanted Hipper.

The thought of going crazy made him want to go crazy, but he held it in and waited for her to approach him.

Hipper must be one of those seductive, lusty monsters, the kind that lurks in the dark, waiting for the right moment to bite its prey's throat and devour it whole.

He wanted the whole of her, from body to soul, and wanted to be her first choice.

But he couldn't get it.

…

If you can’t get it, then don’t have it.

Gojo Satoru lifted the girl up and kissed her gently between the eyebrows, a sigh that seemed to express both regret and relief. It was as if he was pouring out all his resentment from his chest.

"Remember me, Hipper. Remember this Gojo Satoru who rejected you."

"You can forget it, if you choose."

"goodbye."

Completely ignoring her struggles and anger, and ignoring her questions, he used his authority to completely exclude Hipper from this world.

The girl in his arms suddenly disappeared, only her warmth and breath remained on his uniform, refusing to dissipate.

…

It's so frustrating. If you can't get what you love, it's better to stop while you still can.

Pushing her away will be better for both of you.

If this continues, he won't be able to bear it anymore - he is really thinking about her and is very thoughtful.

There was nothing that could be done about Hipper being angry; he would occasionally be willful.

Enough is enough. It's time to stop here.

I love you, Hipper. I love you so much. That's why I can't let you stay in my world any longer.

I'm breaking down—and it's not your fault.

*

"Mr. Gojo? Is it resolved? So quick... Do you want to go back now?" The assistant supervisor was standing outside the tent. It felt like not much time had passed before Gojo Satoru came out.

But... what about the other person? The girl who had boldly declared her love to Mr. Gojo?

"Hmm? Let's go back." The white-haired man hooked his eye mask, humming a strange tune as he opened the car door and sat down. His legs were spread apart, his posture somewhat wild, and his entire body was in a state of strange excitement and depression.

The pressure is so great... What's wrong with Mr. Gojo?!

The car was as quiet as death except for the tune hummed by the white-haired man in the back seat.

He was really scared to death! This oppressive feeling was too strong T^T

"Um, um... is there something wrong between Mr. Gojo and that lady?" The special-grade cursed spirit was completely vulnerable in front of this person. Considering that he seemed to be in a good mood before they separated, the lady disappeared after returning...

Did they have a fight?

"Fight?" The man repeated the sentence slowly, biting the words between his teeth, then smiled strangely and denied it flatly.

"No, I'm waiting for the rabbit."

Rabbit? What rabbit? The assistant supervisor glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror. Seeing that the man had no intention of continuing the conversation, he suppressed his curiosity and did not dare to ask any more questions.

Rabbit, angry rabbit.

When she was angry, her face looked more lively - but maybe it was just because she was extremely angry?

Oops, forgive me this time.

I risked everything to push you away in order to win you back completely.

Win them all.

Completely snatch you away from the other Gojo Satoru.

Well, he is such an unscrupulous man.

The unique should be commensurate with the unique; if you give your all, you must receive equal value.

Hipper, I am worthy of you.

Gojo Satoru's value is never measured by quantity.

She is the chosen one and the only one.

Isn't that what he is?