Chapter 94

Of course, visiting a village is not something that can be done overnight.

Xia Yujie felt that he should not rush for quick results and scare the old man, so after exchanging basic information with each other, they agreed to visit again in a few days when the weather was better.

After entering the Kugisaki family's house, the initiative of the conversation shifted to Geto Suguru.

While they were talking, Gojo Satoru and Miya Chiri whispered, "Jay is so good at coaxing people, why hasn't he found a boyfriend yet?"

In his previous life, Jay seemed to have skipped dating and getting married and raised two children.

Gong Zhili also whispered: "You can go directly to ask Geto and see if he will beat you up."

Ieiri Naoko also joined the conversation: "Getsuyu is actually very suitable for that kind of job. Whether it's a gigolo or a x-trainer, it's very suitable, don't you think?"

Geto Suguru, who is explaining the school curriculum to Grandma Kugisaki: He heard everything!

Grandma Kugisaki: "You mentioned the village elementary school earlier. Isn't the village elementary school a Jujutsu Elementary School?"

Geto Suguru took some time to explain that the Jujutsu Elementary School did not really teach or practice sorcery. They mainly took in children who had shown talent in sorcery too early but were rejected by their families and society, taught them about the world of sorcery, and gave them a place to live.

There are only a few kittens in primary schools nowadays.

He still recommended that Grandma Kugisaki take the children to the village to experience it.

Grandma Kugisaki and Nobara stood at the door, watching the group leave. Nobara's face still had some lingering excitement and curiosity, while Grandma's face was more of a mixture of worry and exhaustion after deep thought.

Back at the lakeside campground, packing up and preparing to return, neither Geto Satsuma nor Gojo Satoru immediately got in the car. Geto Satsuma's smile faded. He looked at Gojo Satoru, his tone calm, but his eyes devoid of amusement. "Satoru, I heard everything you said about love."

Gojo Satoru blinked, looking innocent. "Oh, did they hear me? It was just a joke, Jie, you can't be so stingy, right? And if we really want to say something extreme, Glass obviously said something even more outrageous."

Xia Youjie didn't respond, but just raised his chin towards the empty space by the lake and said, "Let's have a fight."

Gojo Satoru grinned, "That's exactly what I meant."

The two men walked towards the lake in tacit understanding. Without further ado, they fought without mercy. The clash of cursed energy sent water splattering, and a sharp wind blew away the remaining snow. For these two, finding an opportunity to fight was as natural as eating and drinking.

Jia Ru Xianzi leaned against the car, lit a cigarette, and watched without surprise. Gong Zhili sat in the car, his eyes calmly fixed on the two figures outside the window that were so fast that they were almost invisible. The children were even more excited to watch the fun, cheering for one and shouting at the other not to lose.

Not long after, the two returned. Geto had a slight scrape on his forehead, oozing blood. Gojo Satoru's sunglasses were a little askew, and the corner of his mouth was also scratched and bleeding, but he was smiling happily, as if he wasn't the one getting beaten. He had no boundaries in fights like this, and he really had a bit of crazy energy. They sat in the car for a while, and Ieiri Naoko tossed them two disinfectant wipes: "You two will definitely lead the children astray."

They are all violent people. What if children learn to solve problems only with their muscles?

Fushiguro Megumi stated: "I will never become that kind of adult."

Gong Zhili burst out laughing: "Wow, you two have become 'such adults' in Hui's mouth. How cruel."

Xia Yujie said slowly: "I will teach them to use their brains in the future. After all, they will be my students in the future."

Yuji Itadori muttered softly, "Mei, is Brother Takeru threatening you?"

Mimiko whispered, "That's what 'smart people do'!"

The car drove back, and Geto Suguru and Naoko Ieiri got off the car halfway. They wanted to change cars to go back to the technical high school.

Before closing the car door, Geto Xiayou glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was still sitting firmly in the back seat with no intention of moving. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "We have a meeting tomorrow morning. Aren't you going back to the high school tonight?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hands and said lazily, "I know, I know. I'll be there on time~"

Geto Xia Yu didn't ask any more questions and closed the car door.

The car restarted and drove towards the village. Gong Zhili glanced at Gojo Satoru who was resting with his eyes closed in the rearview mirror. The wound at the corner of his mouth was still quite obvious.

By the time they returned to the village, it was already late. The children, having played all day, were already exhausted and dozed off. Gong Zhili sent them upstairs to wash up and sleep. For a moment, they were the only two left on the first floor.

Gong Zhili went to the kitchen to make two cups of hot milk. When she came out, Gojo Satoru was already slumped on the sofa, his long arms and legs taking up most of the space. When she walked over, he naturally reached out and put his arm around her, letting her lean against him.

The TV was on with the volume turned down low. Miya Chiri sipped her milk. Gojo Satoru's chin rested gently on the top of her head, and one of his hands unconsciously played with a strand of her long chestnut curly hair.

"Are you staying overnight?" Gong Zhili asked softly, looking at the TV screen. "Don't we have to meet up tomorrow morning?"

"Hmm..." Gojo Satoru's voice was a bit lazy and nasal. He tightened his arms around her and tilted his head. His warm breath sprayed on her ear and neck. "I miss you. Someone will come to pick me up tomorrow. It's still in time."

As he spoke, he lowered his head to find her lips. The kiss carried the faint sweetness of milk, and the faintest scent of blood from the corner of his mouth. It was a gentle touch at first, but the days of separation and the quiet atmosphere fueled a deep attachment in his heart. This originally restrained kiss unknowingly became deep and lingering.

He had taken the milk cup from Gong Zhili's hand at some point and set it aside securely. She responded to his breath, her fingers unconsciously clenching the fabric of his shoulders. The limited space on the sofa allowed them to grow closer, almost feeling each other's racing heartbeats and the warmth of their bodies. In this undisturbed living room, a secret and warm intimacy formed a small barrier.

His palms were warm against the skin of her waist. Gong Zhili trembled slightly, but her unfinished moan was sealed by his kiss. Their clothes were slightly messy, their breaths intertwined, and in the hazy moonlight, the temperature between them slowly rose, drowning their rationality bit by bit.

Gong Zhili whispered, "You are really... a smart guy." The speed of his technical improvement made her shudder.

Gojo Satoru chuckled: "It would be great if you like it." He stuck to her almost obsessively, immersed in pleasure.

After it was over, both of them were a little out of breath, with a thin layer of sweat covering their bodies. They squeezed into the sofa. Gojo Satoru still hugged her tightly, calming his breathing, kissing her from time to time, enjoying the afterglow of extreme pleasure.

After a while, he gently picked her up and walked towards the bathroom. Warm water flowed slowly, and a mist of water vapor filled the air. In the hazy and slippery environment, their affection grew stronger. The sound of the water masked the subtle movements. This time, the movements were as lingering as the water. Gong Zhili bit his earlobe slightly harder, and Gojo Satoru hissed, his voice low and hoarse: "Are you dissatisfied with something?"

Gong Zhili complained quietly: "Why are you so mean? This is pure torture."

Gojo Satoru chuckled again: "I think you will like it." He said this, but only increased his strength without increasing his speed.

Gong Zhili was a little angry for once, being stuck there, and finally there were a few red marks on Gojo Satoru's back, but he seemed to enjoy it, and even wanted his girlfriend to hit him a few times on his neck or other conspicuous places.

Back in the bedroom, lying on the soft bed, Gojo Satoru seemed unsatisfied, his hands restlessly reaching out again. Gong Zhili, though physically strong, was a little tired from the constant tossing and turning. Sensing his intentions, without a second thought, he gently kicked him, his voice tinged with weariness: "...Are you done yet?...I have to get up early tomorrow."

Gojo Satoru grasped her ankles and chuckled, but he didn't continue as he'd been told. He simply pulled her back into his arms and held her tight. He whispered in her ear, his teeth gnashing, a hint of sexiness hushed by the aftermath: "You and Nazori discussed my ability privately... I need to make it clear to you that if you say something like that again, I won't let you off so easily."

Gong Zhili was so sleepy that she just shrank into his arms and muttered, "...Men are so childish."

Gojo Satoru hummed, hugged her tightly with satisfaction, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

A few days later, the weather cleared up. Geto Suguru arrived as promised, accompanied by a dark-haired boy named Huibara Yuu, who looked particularly sunny and cheerful. Miya Chiri also accompanied him. Geto Suguru chose Huibara because he had a warm and sincere personality that was very contagious.

As expected, Haibara Yu lived up to expectations. He kept smiling all the way and enthusiastically introduced the situation of the village to the grandparents and grandchildren.

"Most of the people in the village are ordinary people!" Huiyuan Xiong explained, "They don't know about cursed spirits or sorcerers, and they live a very peaceful life."

Grandma Kugisaki listened carefully, observing the villagers she met along the way. Their faces showed a genuine calmness, which eased her frayed nerves a little. Miya Chiri occasionally added a few words, her tone calm.

The closer they got to the edge of the village, the quieter the surroundings became. However, just as they were about to see the house, Grandma Kugisaki paused, her expression changing slightly, and she subconsciously pulled Nobara closer to her.

She sensed an unusual, powerful aura of magical energy emanating from the lake. It wasn't a familiar aura, and it felt like it was changing and growing, making her instinctively wary.

"What's that...over there?" Grandma Kugisaki looked at Miya Chiri, her tone full of questioning and caution.

Gong Zhili followed her gaze and explained calmly, "It's Togen, a cursed fetus under my control. It's currently in the evolutionary stage. Don't worry, it's very stable."

"Cursed fetus? Under control? And still evolving?" Grandma Kugisaki was stunned, a look of disbelief on her face. This was completely beyond her comprehension. Controlling a cursed spirit was already extremely difficult, let alone allowing a cursed fetus to evolve while under control?

She looked at Gong Zhili again, her eyes full of shock and scrutiny. Beneath the calmness of this young girl, she hid power and secrets that she could not imagine. Her original concerns seemed a little redundant in the face of this incredible fact. If even such a thing could be done, then protecting the safe growth of Wild Rose did not seem to be a difficult task.

Grandma Kugisaki was silent for a moment, the suspicion on her face gradually fading, replaced by a resolute determination. She looked at Miya Chiri and Geto Suguru, her voice much calmer: "...We will move in as soon as possible, as soon as possible."

Nobara Kugisaki looked up at her grandmother in surprise, then looked at Miya Chiri, her eyes full of curiosity and excitement.

Grandma Kugisaki acted decisively and immediately began preparing for the move. She told her granddaughter, "This place is more special than I thought. Perhaps it is indeed a better choice for you."

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