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Even though this kind of knowledge has never been within your scope of active acquisition, your think tank has been connected to humans in the past. Their thoughts and ideas are under your monitoring, not to mention the scientific education recorded in books and on the Internet.

Some of the knowledge you think requires an update of our understanding of humans, which humans call play.

This seems to be an uncontrollable delusion that every human being has since adolescence, and the duration varies.

Some people are self-disciplined and suppress this fantasy that cannot be revealed in front of others, and only let themselves fall into this boundless desire in private moments when they relax their minds and let themselves go.

Once someone is addicted to this peach-colored poison, they will fall into it and be immersed in it, unable to escape the temptation of the senses throughout their life.

Driven by this most primitive desire, humans are usually most easily controlled at this time, obeying others' orders and even actively allowing them to give orders.

Do you...want to give it a try?

Give orders to Gojo Satoru and completely control him.

You're a little restless, your instinctive desire for control preventing you from taking your eyes off those high-quality humans. Without 100% control, you can't take your eyes off them. Even if you fall asleep, your eyes will instinctively move towards your target.

Give it a try...right?

Even a 1% increase is good progress.

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What should you do when faced with the cake you have been looking forward to for a long time?

Bathing and cleansing are necessary etiquette that should be treated seriously, and no dirty cream should be used.

Be patient and unpack the beautiful packaging box little by little without damaging the surface of the cake.

Prepare a knife and fork, and savor the cake carefully. Take small bites at the beginning to savor it. When your tongue has adapted to the sweetness, cut off a large piece of cake and swallow it in one bite.

It melts in your mouth, no need to chew, you just need to keep opening your mouth to eat it up, without leaving any cream. This is the highest level of courtesy to treat food.

The tears were licked away, the breaths entangled, the vision and consciousness were confused by the senses, and he just subconsciously obeyed Gojo Satoru's instructions - relax, open your mouth, and breathe.

After losing control, he immediately lost the ability to move and could only hold on to his collapsing defense line to sense whether the opponent posed any threat.

The hands pressed against his chest were easily dispelled, their meaningless resistance. He pinched his wrists and guided them to wrap around his shoulders. He swallowed continuously under the sensory stimulation, panicked, helpless, and completely collapsed.

The cake is almost melted, it's time to start eating it.

His fingertips were wet and sticky, holding the small package, and he bit a corner of it with his teeth to tear it open. He looked down at the girl who made his heart beat fast, and gently comforted her.

His comfort is quite special.

"Cover your mouth. I won't mute you."

The girl blinked half a beat late in confusion, tears disappearing at her temples. Her ears heard it, but her brain and body hadn't yet reacted.

The attacker will not miss any loopholes or blind spots in the target, and will wait for an opportunity to tear the target into pieces after teasing it enough.

Seize the opportunity.

“Hmm—”

The girl's fingers suddenly tightened, leaving a scratch on his back.

"Hiss..." Gojo Satoru cried out softly in pain, gnashing his teeth as he grabbed the girl's hand and squeezed it gently. "Go ahead, grab it, but if you grab me, I won't be able to cover my mouth. Don't make any weird noises."

The girl whimpered and shed tears under the assault, but they were all licked clean.

No stopping, no coaxing, just blindly attacking, occasionally slowing down to give her some buffer time and gently patting her back.

The boy's bare back was covered with red marks, scratches left when he was unable to control his emotions.

"Did I make you happy?"

Gojo Satoru asked in her ear with a smile, lifting her messy hair.

"Should I go faster, slower, heavier, or lighter?"

"Speak, Hipper."

"Don't keep crying, you'll become dehydrated."

The girl opened her mouth, not daring to bite his fingers with her teeth, as she would be retaliated by him.

He would feign a cry of pain and whisper in her ear that this was not how to use your mouth, and that he could teach her if she didn't know how. Then he would let go and strangle her to the bed, no longer restraining his evil thoughts, and put them into action on her one by one.

There is no use begging for mercy, and there is no use crying.

Only by responding to him and complying with him can you stop his behaviors that make you lose your sanity.

He didn't want to hear "please," didn't want to hear her sobs. Crazy love spread from the bottom of his eyes, he wanted to push her to the brink of death until she responded to him.

He wanted to teach her to say something he wanted to hear, even if it was words she had to say in order to stop her own violence.

You don’t have to say it, just follow your body’s instinct and respond to me.

One of the mouth and the body must respond to him.

Her choice was her body, and even though she was still young and unskilled, he would teach her little by little. Pleasure was a two-way street, and he would teach Hipper how to use him in bed.

Under the surge of emotions, my consciousness was in chaos and I couldn't speak.

His eyes moved along her beautiful back, his hands clasped around her soft waist, watching her sway, tremble, and sob softly in the quilt.

So cute.

She adorably wanted him to ignore his promise to Hipper not to use too much force, to break the contract, to hurt her, to make her collapse.

"I still prefer your gift to the doll."

He finally restrained himself, put away those ways of playing that were more to his liking, stopped to coax people patiently, and ended the offensive.

"Drink some water. You've been crying a lot." Gojo Satoru dug her out from under the covers and handed her the cup. Her fingers trembled as she took the cup. He fell silent, sighing as he lifted the cup and fed her little by little.

Hipper said nothing, drank water quietly, lowered his eyes to look at the bottom of the cup, and sobbed from time to time.

Not good, it seems like I've gone too far and she's angry.

"Don't be angry. Here, I'll grab it for you." He grabbed Hipper's hand and pressed it against his chest. He pinched her fingertips and scratched them hard on his skin, leaving a blood mark.

The girl raised her eyes, then looked away dejectedly.

She wasn't angry with Gojo Satoru.

She was angry because she was so lost in her feelings that she forgot to control Gojo Satoru. Instead, she was the one being controlled.

She completely forgot what Gojo teacher taught her - to seize the opportunity to blackmail the man who saw her crying.

When Gojo Satoru pinched her chin and turned her towards him, she received a glare that wasn't intimidating at all and was actually quite cute.

Her eyes were red, with a clear watery look, her face was full of spring light, and her lips were bright red.

My heart melts when I get glared at.

"I restrained myself and didn't leave any marks on you. Does it hurt? It shouldn't be." He thought he hurt her because he didn't control his strength when he lost control.

No, it was just a little bit of pain mixed with the pleasure that shattered the senses. It was more of an intense pleasure than pain.

Pain is happiness at this time.

But she didn't want to say it and let him guess wildly.

Maybe she was wrong, this control method was not suitable for Gojo Satoru.

"Go ahead, Hipper, I'll definitely listen to you from now on. Tell me."

?

Is there such a good thing?

She was like a fish on the hook, staring straight at Gojo Satoru.

"real?"

Look, he's taken the bait.

Question: How to defeat a control freak?

Answer: Back off, give her control, and she will come to it on her own without you saying anything.

She couldn't resist the temptation because he was Gojo Satoru.

Given their current relationship, she can look at him however she wants, secretly, openly, spy on him, stalk him... whatever's fine. She's so worried about him, her heart and eyes are full of him. Isn't this proof that she loves him so much?

Although the method is a bit strange, this is Hipper's style. It is also his responsibility to accept some harmless and furry hobbies of the girl he likes.

What? You're saying he was so angry about the Hipper surveillance that he started cursing and became sensitive to people's gazes?

Hahaha, no, there is no such thing.

These are all manifestations of Hipper's love, and he wants to accept them all.

"You'll obey me?"

"Yes."

The bed doesn't count.

"Can you monitor you?"

She is so direct.

"Okay." He took a shirt from the closet and threw it to Hipper, then picked up the clothes he had torn on the ground and threw them into the trash can. "Forget about taking a shower? Although I don't mind."

“…What’s so good about this?”

Gojo Satoru suddenly turned around and raised an eyebrow at you, leaning leisurely against the cabinet door. His naked upper body was strong and muscular, the youth's muscles flowing without exaggeration. He was strong and full of vitality, his blood surging and his strength endless.

Her eyes passed over the red marks on his chest and she looked away.

It's indeed good-looking, but it's not something that makes you want to peek at him taking a shower.

"I also have a bottom line."

The girl's tone was a little stiff. She put on her shirt and hurriedly walked past Gojo Satoru into the bathroom to wash up.

"Puff."

She heard Gojo Satoru's laughter through the door.

It feels like I've been fooled.