Chapter 18, Section 17

They've left?

Although...emmm...the impromptu strategic retreat just now was a little chaotic...but...

Airi Matsuzaka still had to say something.

That's it? That's it? Gojo Satoru, you're no good! You're far from it!

No matter what the process is like, as long as I win in the end, that's all that matters.

I won again this time.

Hmm... back? When was the last time I won?

Hmm... I can't remember anything if I win too much.

It feels great to keep winning; I'm number one again today!

Alright, alright, now Gojo Satoru has fled in disarray, and all the milk in the fridge is mine.

They're all mine.

Airi Matsuzaka moved all the milk to her room, leaving not a single bottle for Satoru Gojo.

That bastard only gives her one cup of breakfast milk a day! How can he only give her one cup when she's growing? That's not enough!

"One cup is enough. If we don't keep an eye on it, Airi could probably finish all the milk in the fridge in a day."

That's right, Airi Matsuzaka is someone who drinks milk like water.

"If you drink one more glass of milk, you have to eat two Xijiufu (a type of milk supplement)."

Shouldn't it be a one-for-one trade at the very end?

He shook his head. "Airi would definitely be willing to eat one just to drink milk."

"So that won't work."

If one isn't enough, then two will do.

That day, Airi Matsuzaka displayed her rebellious spirit and drank two extra glasses of milk after taking a shower that evening.

He was caught on the spot by Gojo Satoru, who had returned.

He actually poured out all the milk right in front of her!

It's fallen over!

He collapsed!

I am irreconcilably opposed to Gojo Satoru, the sweet party and the spicy party, we are sworn enemies, a blood feud.

"Are you still secretly drinking milk?" Gojo Satoru threw a stack of empty bottles into the trash can and washed his hands.

Airi Matsuzaka's gaze was so intense it felt like it was burning a hole through his back.

Ahhh! Milk, milk!

They all rushed down...

Milk... um... qaq

"Will you do this again next time?"

Leaning against the sink, Gojo Satoru slowly wiped his fingers, his gaze falling on her from under his blindfold. It wasn't intense, but his presence was still quite noticeable.

I'll do it again next time.

Airi Matsuzaka was internally retorting, but she didn't say it aloud.

"There won't be a next time. Come on, tell me."

He stood there leisurely, arms crossed, with the air of a superior questioning his superior.

It's extremely offensive to look at.

There will be no next time.

After several bumps along the way, Airi Matsuzaka went along with his wishes and apologized for her behavior.

I'm faking it, believe me.

Make a note of this, and we'll make him drink milk until he vomits from now on.

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There are no classes today. First and second graders all have assignments. You're asking why Matsuzaka Airi doesn't have one?

Then I'll have to go and question Gojo Satoru.

That bastard will never let her out unless he loses interest in her completely.

This can barely be considered the most despicable and effective underhanded tactic.

While Gojo Satoru is away, let's drink all the milk! I'll drink a sip and spit it out, but I absolutely won't let him have a chance to throw it away!

Ugh—

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[Buzz—]

Kiyotaka Ichi put away the documents and took out his phone from his pocket.

Who would call him at this time...?

He turned on his phone...

Turn off your phone!

Why is it Gojo Satoru?!

Answering the call was wrong, but not answering it was even worse. Hesitantly, Kiyotaka Ichi closed her eyes and resignedly answered the phone.

Hopefully, this person won't cause any more trouble today.

That's probably impossible.

"Five items..."

"Get me ready for whatever task you have as soon as possible." Gojo Satoru's voice sounded a bit agitated on the phone.

He was in a state of extreme excitement, to the point that his voice trembled slightly.

"all."

Is this really Gojo Satoru?! He actually volunteered to take on the mission! All of them!

"Where are you?" He must be on his way; the sounds around him are fading away quickly and abruptly, like jumbled noises playing at double speed.

Ichiji gave the address, but felt uneasy.

Is he angry and going to make fun of him?

Five insights for today! Complete! Something's not right.

Should he leave now?

...

What else could possibly provoke Gojo Satoru?

Thinking about it carefully, if it really exists... then it seems even more terrifying than Gojo Satoru.

Each time it ended earlier than the last, and of course, the damage was greater.

As each mission ended, he didn't seem to calm down much.

While it would be a terrible mistake to be curious about Gojo Satoru, the unprecedented situation made it impossible not to be curious.

There are no more missions.

Kiyotaka Ijichi stood awkwardly at a distance, guarding the tent. He couldn't stay too far away, or he'd be affected. Expecting Gojo Satoru to be considerate of others was less than doing his own thing – he'd be better off keeping to himself.

I'm used to it anyway, even though I don't really want to get used to it. If I weren't incompetent, why would I put up with someone else's demands?

Similarly, Gojo Satoru wouldn't lower himself to shine a Buddha statue just because the other person is bad at it.

It's already quite good that they didn't kill them in the first encounter.

"call--"

"Is it over?"

He roughly put on the blindfold, his boiling emotions surging in his chest, venting his anger through the cursed spirit. After all, the person who provoked him was a fragile object that couldn't be touched.

It's a one-time use item.

If it gets damaged, it's gone.

Airi.

The name lingered on his lips, barely a whispered response, yet images of her in his mind involuntarily surfaced.

They kept a close eye on her every subtle movement.

That is, greed.

My ears are keen enough to catch every word she says.

That is, loyalty and devotion.

This is really... interesting.

Undeniably, at this moment, Gojo clearly realized the seriousness of the situation.

This person is like a dessert with a perfect exterior, tempting him, making him addicted, and finally, just as he swallows it and wants to savor it, the poison inside explodes.

Mere verbal rebuttal and internal resistance are not enough to keep her out of her mental and psychological defenses.

She was simply standing there, without making a move, yet she was already drawing him closer.

Not to mention smiling and extending the tentacles of lies to him.

Even if he has some doubts, he will definitely not be able to resist taking the initiative to seize the opportunity.

What could excite him more than the sweet lies hidden beneath her docile exterior, and being watched by those eyes?

Who could refuse her?

At this moment, the desire to possess her was genuine, and the desire to fulfill all her requests was also genuine.

But that won't work.

Airi, that naughty and playful bad kid, will only push you far away if she gets what she wants.

so--

Sure, go ahead and try your schemes against me, I'll tear off all your protective shells.

If you really don't want to come near me, then I'll have to come over myself, okay?

Have you... thought about your escape route? If not... I've already prepared one for you.

Even if you step back, I will catch you.

Please don't tell me "no".

"It's time to go back."

"I wonder what she's like now..."

Gojo Satoru walked too fast, and Iji Tomo only heard "her".

she?

who?

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Ugh—

Damn it... there are still four bottles of milk... I haven't thrown up... I haven't finished them.

Today is a golden opportunity, we must take them all down before that bastard gets back.

Ugh...

I feel so bad.

Airi Matsuzaka leaned against the sink, head down, breathing heavily.

Now, even without manually inducing vomiting, one can speak fluently.

The nausea was completely uncontrollable.

My chin hurts so much...

My stomach hurts a lot too.

Milk... there are still four bottles left!

I will never... I will never admit defeat!

It's not in the living room.

After returning from his crazy outing, Gojo Satoru walked through the living room with his hands in his pockets, then turned around and took a stroll through the unused kitchen.

They're not here either.

I stopped when I passed the refrigerator. I just wanted to check if Airi had hidden Kikufuku inside.

After opening...

Wow!

He let out a sigh that was difficult to decipher.

They've emptied it out.

Let me think... there should be 17 bottles.

They should all be in Airi's room now, and it should be half empty by now... right?

After all, Airi would never let herself be taken advantage of; she'd be punished no matter how much she drank, so she'd definitely grit her teeth and drink it all.

"Airi~"

Gojo Satoru excitedly pushed open the door that wasn't closed, pondering what kind of small punishment he could give her this time.

?

That bastard is back.

Airi Matsuzaka was rinsing the filth off her hands—she had vomited too much.

The first thing Gojo Satoru noticed was a pile of empty bottles on the floor and four open cups of milk on the sink.

Gojo Satoru took a few steps to her side, leaning down to shorten the height difference between them, just as Matsuzaka Airi turned her head.

Ugh...

I'm sorry, I did it on purpose.

He had no time to care about anything else; the scene in his vision and mind seemed to have stopped time, each frame stuck—it was all her current appearance.

Because she could neither swallow nor spit out what was in her mouth, she reached out to cover it, but the contents leaked out through her fingers, dripping and staining her clothes, and also splashing onto his clothes.

His furrowed brow and displeased expression, his questioning and dismissive gaze, even the hand pressing against his chest to push him away—all these things excited him.

He's definitely a terrible kid and needs to be taught a lesson.

Whether they ignored advice and took off their blindfolds, or deliberately vomited on him as a prank, they were just as childish as children.

If she doesn't get the reaction she wants, she'll probably be very unhappy, right?

I never intended to make you happy.

Instead of immediately wiping the milk off her clothes, Gojo Satoru leaned against the sink, watching her with great ease.

Seems... to be quite happy?

This trash is sick in the head.

"Airi." He called her name casually, as if nothing had happened.

But that's the truth, so...

Gojo Satoru is so calm; he must be planning something bad.

"Mm," Airi Matsuzaka responded politely.

Um?

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow.

Be alert.

“It’s bad to waste food, isn’t it?” He picked up one of the half-empty bottles of milk. “A lot of it was spit out.” He glanced at the sink, which was full of milk that had been rinsed with water.

What can you do now that you've already vomited?

Airi's eyes clearly conveyed this message.

"what to do?"

What can we do?

Gojo Satoru shook the half-full glass of milk in his hand and laughed heartily.

Of course, we should keep drinking!

"Hmm—"

He folded her hands behind her back and pressed her against the sink so she couldn't move.

After vomiting for so long, her jaw was too weak to clench, so Gojo Satoru easily pried open her teeth and poured the milk down her throat.

The corners of his mouth and his raised neck were wet with excess liquid, making him look incredibly erotic.

The corner of the blindfold was wet with tears, and the soft, embarrassed sound of swallowing was also very pleasant to hear.

This is much more interesting than when he resists him.

Say, "I'm sorry—"

Gojo Satoru stopped what he was doing to let her catch her breath.

Mmm, even the way she gasped for breath, unsteady on her feet, and clung to his clothes was incredibly handsome.

After waiting a while, Gojo Satoru nuzzled her cheek affectionately. "Aren't you going to talk?" The hand holding the milk cup moved, finally getting his wish to hear her stuttering apology.

"I'm...I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

"Please forgive me." He continued to push his luck.

If that doesn't work, shake the milk cup.

"Please... forgive me..."

"Yes, I forgive you." Gojo Satoru put down the milk, pulled her into his arms, turned on the tap, wet his hands, and then gently wiped the things off her face.

"There won't be any breakfast milk tomorrow morning."

"Because Airi, you throw up too much."

"Breakfast milk - canceled."

He made the cruel announcement.