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Years of living alone have enabled Gojo Satoru to develop pretty good cooking skills, and simple home-cooked meals are no problem at all.

The only problem was the sugar-free, lightly iced coffee that Hipper ordered.

The only coffee available at home was instant coffee. He glanced at the cupboard's inventory and dismissed that option.

This kind of coffee that doesn't suit her taste will definitely be disliked, so I can only go out and buy her a "decent" cup.

Bring yourself a cup of double sugar~

*

After washing up, Hipper walked into the kitchen, took the freshly fried eggs, and curled up on the dining chair like a cat to eat.

"Idiot~"

The sugar-free, lightly iced coffee was a deliberate order. Gojo Satoru's locker couldn't possibly contain coffee beans. He did have instant coffee, but he wouldn't treat himself to that.

It was obvious that he would have to go out for a while. It was just a little trick to mess with him. If he was discovered, he would have no choice but to suffer in silence.

She also ate Gojo Satoru's fried egg. When she had finished two-thirds of the fried cutlet, Gojo Satoru came back with a few paper bags.

He glanced at the empty plate and raised his eyebrows jokingly, "You have a good appetite."

She placed the paper bag filled with desserts on the table, took out the sugar-free, lightly iced coffee, inserted a straw, and placed it next to Hipper. The cold wall of the cup pressed against the back of her hand, and fine water droplets still condensed on the cup.

"Sugar supplement?"

He opened the strawberry cake he had just bought and pushed it in front of Hipper, while he opened a box of chocolate brownies.

His and Hipper's situations are rather special - the Six Eyes are processing massive amounts of information all the time, and Hipper's spell calculations... well, perhaps even more exaggerated than the Six Eyes.

The average person's brain accounts for only 2% of body weight but consumes 20% of energy, but their brain energy consumption is almost three times that amount.

"You're a meat eater? What a surprise." He took the steak in front of her and pushed the strawberry cake closer. "Don't just eat meat."

His fingertips tapped the table lightly. "You've over-consumed today. Tonight is your home court." He poked Hipper's bulging cheek and reminded her carefully.

"Don't collapse from lack of sugar now."

Unlike Gojo Satoru, who has a sweet tooth, sugar isn't a treat for Hipper, but rather fuel for her thinking. However, when it comes to choosing what to eat, she prioritizes those flavors she enjoys.

"You're nagging." She scraped off the excess cream and spread it on his portion of the cake. "There's too much cream. Also, eating such greasy food on an empty stomach. You need to improve your eating habits." She also commented on his bad habits.

Hipper squatted on the chair, shaking the fork, and put the cut steak to his lips, "Teacher, you are not very good at taking care of yourself."

It was a sarcastic rebuttal, not very effective.

She bit into the steak obediently, finishing off her remaining food. "It's not convincing to say something like that when you can't even sit down to eat."

Since they first met, Hipper rarely sat in a chair normally, and mostly squatted in the chair.

The genius showed a unique understanding of the chair - it is not a piece of furniture for sitting, but more like a cat climbing frame.

She always finds herself hanging on the tiny chair in all sorts of ergonomically unsuitable positions. She won't sit when she can lie down, and when she can sit, she won't sit down unless the situation demands it. I have no idea how she developed this habit.

He stuffed the last piece of steak into Gojo Satoru's mouth, took back his fork and tapped it on the table.

"This is a scientifically proven efficiency posture." She rolled her eyes ungracefully, changed the position of her legs on the chair, and suddenly put on a sweet smile.

"Teacher, would you like to try it?" She said coherently while swallowing the cake. "I guarantee that your thinking speed will increase by 30%, and your lesson plan preparation efficiency will increase by 50%!"

Before he could finish his words, his cheek was pinched.

Hipper:oO?

The person pinching her cheek bit the straw, seeing through her trick, "When you lie, you are always very convincing." It was too obvious. Every time she suddenly spoke so softly, it was either to tease or to lie. He was used to it.

The teacher was right, but the understanding he showed about himself was also really confusing - he always handled Hipper's accidents with ease.

He was the busiest special-grade sorcerer, a man whose schedule squeezed even sleep down to four hours, yet he could still find time to go for a walk with her. The messes that drove other sorcerers crazy were as easy for him to sort out as filing papers.

This is so strange. He handles all the troubles she brings without changing his expression. No complaints, no impatience, even... enjoying it?

This man who could blatantly doze off during high-level meetings in the magic world - looking back, when he was with me, I had never seen him yawn, let alone sleep.

He never showed any signs of fatigue in front of him.

The pair of blue eyes hidden behind the eye mask seemed to be staring at him intently.

"……Wow."

His care and attention are like the eyes hidden behind his blindfold—you think you see everything, but at some point, you're always struck by a sudden flash of light. Besides sighing and holding your forehead, all you can do is feel your heart skip a beat.

The girl supported her face with one hand, her fork dangling gently between her lips and teeth. Her eyes reflected Gojo Satoru's profile, and her gaze followed his movements.

"You're looking at me so intently. Do you realize how attractive the older one is?"

Even without looking up, Gojo Satoru could feel the tangible gaze. He expertly cut the brownie into neat little cubes, chewing them five or six times before swallowing them, eating very quickly.

"Hmm." The girl hummed an ambiguous syllable from her nose, her eyes wandering over him.

"Indeed, in every sense of the word—the teachers are all top-notch."

Gojo Satoru's fork suddenly stopped in mid-air, his Adam's apple rolling slightly. He sipped his sugary coffee to soothe the greasiness, and heard a chuckle from the other side.

She was holding her chin, staring at the sound of his Adam's apple rolling as he swallowed, her eyes filled with the pleasure of a successful teasing.

“…”

This is not a deliberate teasing, but a trait that she is born with.

The little genius sometimes speaks so sharply that it can hurt the listener's heart, and sometimes it is a heart-pounding straight shot, all blurted out according to his mood at the time.

"Oh, sorry."

Do you think she'll apologize later? No, once she finds out how vulnerable you are, she won't let you go.

Without considering other people's feelings, whether good or bad, I always do my own thing.

Just like now, one second they were saying touching words, and the next second the topic had jumped to tonight's Shibuya Incident, and everyone was completely focused.

Hipper instantly entered working mode, sliding his fork across the data report on the virtual screen, analyzing the problem and explaining it to him.

She was completely focused, while Gojo Satoru across from her was distracted by the unintentional provocation and couldn't concentrate on the report.

The brownie was placed on the table, the cream sagging. He placed one hand on his chin, pulled off his blindfold, and his blue eyes followed her lips, unblinking.

"Uh-huh."

"Oh, I see."

He agreed with her analysis, but in fact he didn't hear a word she said. Now his mind was full of questions: Was her previous statement "Teachers are top-notch in every sense" a confession?

This is simply praising him in every aspect in one sentence. Two words can sum it up: perfect! In other words, it is: a perfect match!

In fact, she could have indulged all her capriciousness - mixing alcohol in his juice, or clearing out all his sweets, or coming to disrupt his lesson plans.

Even though she knew she was wrong, she still insisted on arguing with me.

Even though she deliberately disrupted his rhythm when he was exorcising the cursed spirit.

…

Be it unreasonable or specious, Gojo Satoru would tolerate it all. What others called shortcomings were merely necessary clauses in his "Hippo Features Instructions."

It’s okay to get closer, and it’s okay to be more dependent and willful.

Until her breath filled the space in his chest, until her warmth seeped into every inch of his skin, until this love...

So much that it overflows.

Hipper has a strong physical dependence on herself - whenever her passion is strong, she will always kiss those six eyes devoutly, and when she can't bear it anymore, she will hold his fingertips in her mouth and nibble them carefully, leaving her teeth marks on the skin.

When sleeping, she would wrap her arms and legs around him, biting and licking him. It seemed that everything he did touched Hipper's heart, and she loved it very much.

It was like an addiction tailor-made for him.

He chewed absentmindedly with his fork in his mouth, thinking - how can he catch someone with such perfect compatibility?

"Have you seen enough?" She suddenly raised her eyes, her blue pupils filled with a mischievous smile, "Teacher, were you thinking about me just now?"

“…”

Here it comes again - this kind of direct speech that makes people's heart stop always accurately penetrates all his defenses and catches people off guard.

The man's silent expression confirmed her guess.

Hipper took the plumpest strawberry from the top of the cake, her knees making a soft sound on the wooden tabletop as she knelt on it. She pressed the strawberry to his lips, her fingertips still stained with cream.

"For a perfect genius like me, it's only natural that the teacher would miss me."

Before he could say anything, the sweet scent of strawberries spread between their lips and teeth.

"I never told you—" She stroked his moist lips with her thumb and pressed them against his again. "Teacher's lips are very beautiful, very suitable for kissing."

Six eyes reflected her sly wink: "So - can I kiss you?"

This question still came out of her mouth.

“…”

Don't tease her as soon as you get up. Gojo Satoru's real intention is just to allow Hipper to be more unscrupulous.

Instead of being like this now - being pinned between the table and chairs by Hipper who was kneeling on the dining table, unable to move forward or backward.

"Teacher~"

Her provocative and playful greeting was more awake than any alarm clock in the morning.

...Not this kind of recklessness!

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." The teasing look on her face disappeared instantly like switching slides, and she gently rubbed the top of his head with her palm - like rewarding a large dog for completing an order.

"Come on, our strongest man~" Her fingertips twirled his hair, and the virtual screen unfolded. "Today is your home court, you must teach those disobedient puppies a lesson."

She changed her posture and turned to sit on the dining table, her long legs crossed into an elegant arc, her toes resting on his thighs, and she got back to work.

Leaning back in his chair, the cream cake on his fork teetering on the edge of his seat, Gojo Satoru's gaze was completely drawn to the scenery before him—the hem of her blue dress stopped just mid-thigh, showcasing Hipper's superior legs to the fullest.

Short skirts are absolutely killer.

The slender lines extended smoothly from the knees to the thighs, and the sensuality of the white skin was so attractive that it was hard to look away. At this moment, her crossed legs slightly squeezed out a soft curve, which was more appetizing than the dessert on the plate.

Puff sleeves, a suit collar, double-breasted, and a large white bow tie at the back. It's elegant yet girly, and perhaps even sexy on her.

She seemed to prefer blue, and Gojo Satoru noticed that she took a second look at the blue sundress when she was choosing clothes.

Sure enough, she suits blue very well.

He swallowed the last bite of cake and drank his coffee in one gulp.

"The skirt is beautiful."

It looks better without wearing anything.

The white bow swayed gently as the girl turned around. The girl, who was concentrating on reviewing the data, suddenly lifted her foot from his leg and stepped on his chest.

"Teacher's fantasy just now—" she pressed her toes against his shirt threateningly. "Isn't that very rude?"

She looked up in a hurry, slightly speechless, "Apologize to me quickly."

Gojo Satoru: oo!

This kind of mind reading is so unfair!

Before he could even utter the compliment, Hipper saw through his thoughts.

"Um... I refuse." Gojo Satoru simply let himself indulge in her scent, grabbing her ankles and lifting them up. "That's the truth~"

I'm obsessed with his expression, it's so handsome that it drives me crazy.

"Even if it's the emperor's new clothes..." He pressed his lips against the soft flesh on the inside of Hipper's thigh, and the hot breath he exhaled as he spoke fell on that skin.

"——It looks great on you."

The tail sound disappeared in the sudden intensification of the bite, and the canine teeth sank into the soft leg flesh, leaving a red bite mark.

As for whether the clothes are good-looking or something else is good-looking...

If I continue, the little genius will get shy^_^