16

People cannot stand comparison. Once compared, the good and the bad will be distinguished, and people always pay more attention to the better one.

15 and 28 years old, obviously the 28-year-old has been carefully screened.

Hipper no longer even goes to the classroom. Except for actual combat training and field missions, she stays in her room. Except for occasional dinners together at Geto Suguru's house, they rarely see her.

We were in the same classroom and dormitory building, but we saw each other less and less. Every time we met, there was no change from before, and there was nothing unusual in our conversations.

So what happened that caused her to distance herself from them?

Geto Xia Yu talked to her privately, expressing his concern for her condition. He considerately told her that if she had any troubles, she could tell him and they could solve them together.

"You've been alone lately and rarely with us." His statement was quite tactful, and compared to before that night, it was also quite direct.

Ah, I was so engrossed in happiness that I forgot everything else.

"I'm sorry for neglecting you. I'll pay attention."

A genius's apology, even if it is not very sincere, is enough to touch people's hearts.

Anyway, just one answer is enough.

"I've been interested in something lately and have been a little too focused on it, Jay. You reminded me." Hipper crossed his arms, nodded with emotion, and humbly accepted his companion's concerned greetings.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Geto Suguru left, followed by Nozomi Ieiri who came to express his condolences with a cigarette in her mouth.

"What are you having for dinner tonight?"

Her condolences were rather special. Apart from dinner parties, they hadn't seen each other much recently, so they might as well have more dinners and chat.

"Pizza, double cheese."

"OK."

Jia Ru Xianzi smacked his lips, patted her shoulder, and walked away with the cigarette butt in his mouth.

"Why are you hiding from me?" Hipper looked out the window and questioned Gojo Satoru behind him.

"Aren't you avoiding me?"

Haha, the smooth-talking Gojo Satoru.

Need to learn a lesson.

Hipper turned around and pressed him against the wall, grabbing his collar and forcing him to lower his head, not gently kissing his lips. Using a trick, she used a weak electric shock to make him open his mouth, biting the tip of his tongue when he felt pain, stirring his tongue with blood, sucking, licking, and teasing.

Until the boy's breath became unstable, his eyes trembled, and his face turned red.

Hipper withdrew his attack from his mouth, held his wrist against his mouth, opened his mouth and bit down, his teeth piercing the flesh, bloodshot.

All my attention was taken away by her, and my mind was completely occupied by her.

Her playful and teasing eyes, the water and blood at the corners of her mouth, and her tongue licking her wrist bones.

Lustful.

And why is this guy suddenly so skilled.

She licked his wrist bone and gently bit the tip of his finger. She opened her mouth, pinched the index finger and pressed it against her tongue.

The boy's breath hitched and his heart skipped a beat.

No, that's too much.

The moment she sucked her finger, Gojo Satoru pulled his hand away, leaving traces of water hanging at the corner of her mouth.

Hipper raised her eyes and glanced at him, then curled her tongue around the corner of her mouth and licked the water stains clean.

My heart was beating so fast that no other sound could be heard.

"What are you doing?"

He asked stiffly.

"I'm teaching you a lesson."

Hipper hooked his sleeve, lifted his clothes and wiped his wet fingers.

Gojo Satoru remained motionless, letting her do as she pleased.

"I owe you."

She added.

“…”

Somehow, he understood what Hipper meant. She was responding to his provocation of her a few nights ago, responding to that kiss, responding to the words "Did you get it?"

Suddenly I calmed down and my heartbeat returned to normal.

"So you've been hiding in your room these days learning how to kiss?" He raised his eyebrows in question and wiped his mouth.

"We're shooting an action movie."

“…?!!”

Going to another universe, following Gojo-sensei on a mission, and training with classmates, how can this not be considered an action movie?

"I can't let you see it, don't think about it."

Hipper shook her head and refused Wu. She didn't want to tell him about her contact with the other Gojo Wu for the time being.

He was rejected before he even asked.

Uh… is this the kind of movie he was thinking of? It definitely isn't, is it? Definitely not!

But the expressions she had just now...

Can't think about it anymore.

Hipper jumped onto the windowsill, pushed open the window, and pulled his hand.

"Let's have a fight."

With a commanding tone, she ignored his response and fell out of the window, pulling him down with her.

In the swaying light and shadow, he saw her laugh, her spirits high and bright, like a burning fire. In her eyes, he could see himself falling from the sky. Everything fell into those celestial eyes, splashing waves.

Hipper didn't hold back, knowing full well the flaws of the Six Eyes and the Unlimited. Without a reversal technique, Gojo Satoru couldn't maintain long-term vigilance. The Six Eyes were constantly sifting and analyzing, performing extremely detailed tasks that took a tremendous toll on the brain.

Use cursed energy to bombard, and at the same time disperse the cursed energy to create a sleight of hand. Attacking without stopping can accelerate the consumption of Six Eyes, until he can no longer maintain the limit, and the cursed energy circulation becomes sluggish. That is her chance to take action.

The electric energy is fully stored, the threshold is released, and the attack is carried out without restraint. This is the pleasure that only Gojo Gono can bring, except for Gojo Sensei.

"Be serious, Satoru, or you'll die."

The girl took off her coat and threw it aside. Ferocious lightning clung to her body, her face was hidden in the lightning, and the words she uttered were gentle and crazy.

The girl who monitors the world of spells, openly learns skills from hundreds of schools, and the physical technique of Tianyu Curse is also on her learning list.

It is indeed useful to exchange zero mana for a perfect and powerful body, but spells are still more interesting.

Electricity stimulates the body and unleashes potential. As long as one is trained properly and controls the current well, it will be enough to rival the physical strength of someone cursed by Tian Yu.

With only two "Heaven's Curse" and special curse power, killing Gojo Satoru depends on how long he can hold on.

Oh, it depends on her mood.

It's fun to bully people.

Gojo Satoru initially used physical techniques, but found that this guy's body had been strengthened to an absurd degree by the curse, so he gave up physical combat, activated the unlimited technique, and bombarded him with Cang.

It's a competition of cursed energy reserves. Whoever runs out of energy first will lose.

The blue electric current collided with the blue sky, and the energy formed a shock wave that destroyed all the surrounding buildings.

Cang didn't need to form seals; it was instant, stable, and highly destructive. Lightning needed to be accumulated, but the lightning that spread out over a large area and was still expanding didn't seem to need to be stored.

Her heart moved as she pleased, and the electric current was controlled by Hipper, but that did not prevent her from attacking him at close range at the same time. Her hands were covered with black and purple lightning, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time if he relaxed.

Both of them were in varying degrees of embarrassment, but Gojo Satoru was obviously the more embarrassed one.

The immense amount of mana flowing within his field of vision disturbed his six eyes, and the prolonged battle of attrition exacerbated the depletion. While his physical strength was inferior to hers, their mana reserves were equal, and their precision manipulation was equally matched.

In their battle, even the slightest weakness would result in defeat. Victory would depend on who could hold out the longest. Would Hibernian's cursed energy be exhausted first, or would Gojo Satoru's six eyes give out first?

Stimulating and draining potential was always Hipper's forte. Even if her energy consumption continued to rise beyond capacity, she could smile and let the blood flow from her mouth and nose as she continued to approach Gojo Satoru, suppressing him and calculating his next move and remaining cursed energy.

Without giving him a chance to breathe, he kept his distance and stuck to him. Lightning flashed between the two of them. They looked at each other, their eyes bursting with creepy madness and bloodthirstiness.

They laughed and attacked each other with all their might. Their voices were like those of evil spirits, wantonly releasing their murderous intent and desire.

Gojo Satoru had withdrawn his unlimited technique. His cursed energy and six eyes weren't enough to sustain him any longer. His strength was running out, and his brain was aching. He felt pleasure, and the desire satisfied by the battle had aroused other, stronger desires. He didn't care to identify them; his heart was filled with longing.

Lightning pierced his abdomen, pinning him to the ground, his hands roughly separated and pinned. Blood soaked his shirt, and his jacket had long since been damaged in the battle. Gojo Satoru saw his own utter disgrace in the eyes of Hipper, who sat on him.

His body was covered in wounds and his face was covered in blood, all of which were his.

He shifted his waist, gasping for air from the shock. The person sitting on him looked down at him, a look of madness still lingering on their face. It was a truly beautiful expression. He smiled, appreciating it, unconcerned with his injuries.

"Kiss me again?"

Gojo Satoru aimed at her lips, gathering his last bit of strength to break free from the lightning that pinned his hands. Ignoring the torn wounds, he pinched her waist and forced a kiss on her.

The kiss was filled with blood, but not rough, he was extremely gentle, using every possible skill to please her, even though Hipper's hand poked his wounds not gently, stirring his flesh and blood exposed to the air.

I don’t want to let go, I enjoy it, and I kiss whenever I want.

Swallowing her breathing and listening to her moving voice in his ears, he suddenly understood what the desire that had emerged was.

Well, I want to do it.