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She fell asleep.

When Gojo Satoru came out of the bathroom and walked to the bed, Hipper had already fallen into a deep sleep. The quilt covered most of her face, her limbs were stretched out, and one leg was still on the bed. She was truly wild.

Was she asleep so quickly because she had good sleep quality or was she too tired from playing? They thought Hipper was busy planning and had disappeared, but it turned out that she was playing and joking with a group of first-year students in another universe.

After all this time, I'm thinking about others. When did Hipper become so kind? Now that Hipper is sleeping in her own bed, could she slip away to another world while dreaming?

When he thought about himself in the bathroom, suppressing the urge to relieve himself and using cold water to suppress the rising heat in his body, while this fickle person was lying on his bed and thinking about someone else... Is he a person with a good temper?

Why are you sleeping? Get up!

Gojo Satoru grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard until she reluctantly opened her eyes.

“…”

Hipper sat up from the bed with half-open eyes, leaned against the headboard and yawned continuously until the sleepiness gradually faded away and then he spoke.

"What's up?"

“…”

Now it was Gojo Satoru's turn to remain silent. He couldn't say she was heartless and abandoned them to go have fun in another world, and he felt unbalanced so he shook her awake... wouldn't that reveal that he knew those secrets?

No, no, I have to think of a reason to get away with it.

His body took action before his brain did. He lay down on the bed, stretched out his arms and pulled Hipper into his arms. He covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes, and said, "Sleep."

The girl's breath sprayed on his neck, her lips pressed against his collarbone, and her hair covered his skin, which was a little itchy. He wanted to reach out and push his hair aside, but then he thought that this would be fine, so he closed his eyes and began to count sheep.

The more he wanted to sleep, the more awake he became. He was not sleepy to begin with, and there was someone in his arms who distracted him. Counting sheep, money, or curses was useless.

She was so quiet. Why wasn't she talking? Wasn't she asking something? This kind of environment, this atmosphere, right now, was the perfect setting for a shojo manga where the protagonists share their innermost feelings. How could she sleep like a log at this moment?

…

Is she really asleep?

Gojo Satoru listened attentively to the girl's breathing, which was indeed long and regular, without any movement.

“…”

What is he expecting? It's just a piece of wood.

"Enlightenment."

The girl spoke unexpectedly. She tilted her head and put her ear to his chest, questioning in a muffled voice, "Your heart is beating so fast, what are you thinking about?"

So you didn't sleep. Your question really spoils the mood. You're a piece of wood with an infinite IQ and negative EQ.

"Are you thinking about me?"

Hipper raised his head from Gojo Satoru's chest and asked him with a smile.

She didn't seem so hopeless, at least her eyesight was still good.

"You guessed?"

Now is not the time to be stubborn. If you don't seize the opportunity, the fish will swim away.

"Analysis, my brain is not for decoration." She adjusted to a comfortable position, resting her head on Gojo Satoru's arm, lying on her side looking at him, her eyes smiling, as if she was prepared to stay awake.

"Then can you guess what I'm going to ask next?"

Come on, guess what I'm thinking about, forget everything else, come closer to me, and let your mind be full of you like me.

The girl had curved eyebrows and the curve of her mouth was gentle and beautiful. Her eyes were bright and patient, blinking in the same rhythm as his heartbeat.

All of them are beautiful, and no one of them does not touch his heart.

Her eyes reflected his, their breaths collided, her hair tangled in his fingertips, her soft body pressed against his. His heartbeat quickened as he held her in his arms, sharing the same bed with her, so submissive and obedient.

The girl pretended to pout and look thoughtful, and when he was stunned, she immediately broke through the last bit of distance and kissed his lips.

A light kiss like a sneak attack.

The heart stopped suddenly, then beat wildly.

"I'm guessing you don't want to ask questions next. You want to kiss me?"

Skip the difficult questions and take the lead.

She cheated, but she guessed right.

This sentence disrupted his temptation, and also disrupted his thoughts and steps. He now had only one thought - listen to her and kiss her.

He grabbed the back of her head, pried open her lips and tongue, and explored, tasted, and swallowed. After his impulse was satisfied, he began to feel a new dissatisfaction - he wanted to get her response, to move her heart and fall into this boundless pleasure with him, to indulge, to sink.

Groping to please her, wanting to share the joy and passion, wanting to melt her, wanting more.

"You guessed it~"

As if they had tasted the sweetness, they kissed, separated, and kissed again, repeating this process over and over again. Both of their mouths were red and shiny.

"You like being kissed by me, don't you? It feels good?" Gojo Satoru ended the sticky kiss and teased while holding her face.

She didn't resist at all, her body was extremely relaxed, and when she was aroused, she would pant and stick out her tongue waiting for his kiss.

"Lustful." Gojo Satoru commented.

I like her so much. I like Hipper like this. I like her moist eyes, her unconcealed breathing, and the way she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, waiting for him to kiss her.

So good, so horny, so great.

"Would you kiss someone you dislike?" She fiddled with Gojo Satoru's eyelashes and replied lazily. "Kissing makes you feel better and relax."

This statement made him seem like an impulsive young man, while she acted like the one in control, like a mature woman who, in her spare time, would pick out a nice little bear biscuit and take a bite to taste it for fun.

It made him laugh.

A hand, warmer than her body temperature, reached in from the hem of her clothes and clasped her waist, his fingers tapping her skin from time to time.

The face moved closer, lowered its head and bit open the top button of her collar.

"Can you please repeat what you just said?"

He smiled brightly, not having the patience to unbutton the buttons anymore, and ripped open the girl's shirt. "Kissing does make me feel better. I'd say it makes me feel really better."

He laughed out loud and laid his head on the girl's chest.

"Want to be happier?"

Gojo Satoru invited her.

“…”

The girl's eyes were vague for a moment. Gojo Satoru blinked and said nothing, but his fingers moved down along her waistline and stopped at her hips. He tapped her twice as if to remind her to answer.

"Kissing Wu is fun." Like a tsundere young lady, she wouldn't tell anyone the truth until the very last moment. Hipper averted her gaze, avoiding his gaze, and spoke much faster, apparently driven to desperation.

"I am a person who is easily satisfied. A little bit of happiness is enough for me."

Oh, here comes the quibble.

She was panicking, but didn't want him to see through her plan, so she planned to use her silver tongue to trick him.

The tongue is so soft, why is the mouth so hard?

"You don't have to work hard." He lowered his head and bit the girl's collarbone gently, speaking softly as he held down her restless hands. "Be cheerful. Of course—you can cry, too."

When he said this, his expression was extremely happy, and his eyes were shining as he looked at Hipper without blinking.

“…”

"Go to sleep or else." Hipper grabbed his pants and stood in a stalemate with him, earnestly advising him to go to bed and get up early. "Lack of sleep will make you stupid."

Who can be fooled by such words?

"You're so easily satisfied, unlike you, Hipper." He released her hand and hugged her in his arms, rolling over, and hooked his fingers on the buckle on her back.

"You can't just guard the bottom, little genius."

Gojo Satoru looked up at the stunned person sitting on him, and with two fingers, he lifted up the underwear that had fallen on her face and asked her seriously, "Can I bite it?"

Bite...what?

He blinked, showing his teeth, and put his hands on the girl's waist on her back, pressing her towards him.

Her crisis instinct made her reach out and cover Gojo Satoru's mouth.

"Okay, okay, I won't bite you anymore, let go." He said in a muffled voice.

Hipper let go.

The cunning hunter turned over and pinned the man under him, twisting his legs and holding his hands.

Gojo Satoru shook his head and pointed out her oversight, his expression carefree and frivolous. "How come you fell in the same place twice, little genius?"

He lowered his body to shorten the distance between them, completing the action he had not yet completed.

"I've already told you to be happy, so just be good."