Chapter 22, Section 21

If it weren't for the fact that I can't beat him.

The sweetest lie in the world is probably "what if".

The effect of deceiving oneself is even more remarkable.

I never imagined that one day I would actually find it quite nice to stay in a vocational college.

At least I won't be dragged shopping by Gojo Satoru, who's all talk and no action.

It makes me feel indignant for those people. It's so unfair! They worked hard for most of their lives but couldn't compare to Gojo Satoru's talent.

This person is truly strong, but also truly annoying.

Logically, one should have some respect and admiration for the strong, but she felt none of that at all.

The strongest is this pathetic.

Excuse me, I'm here to rid the people of this scourge. Please pass the torch to me, the strongest torchbearer!

Slurp—

Caramel milk tea is so delicious.

The little pearls are delicious too.

Airi Matsuzaka held her milk tea cup and slurped it enthusiastically.

Okay, I'll go ask Gojo Satoru to buy me another drink. I won't go back yet.

"Airi~ Airi~"

Why did you call me?

As soon as she turned around, Gojo Satoru grabbed her chin and pressed it down, then snapped her with a crack.

Don't overthink it, it wasn't his neck that was slashed, it was his phone.

"Great expression." Gojo Satoru praised, handing him another cup of milk tea. "Caramel." Consider it a reward for not slapping his hand away.

"I'll set this as my wallpaper," he said to himself as he fiddled with his phone.

Cell phones...

Her phone was destroyed long ago, and Gojo Satoru wouldn't let her use it, thinking she'd leak information? That's unnecessary... Although she wouldn't use it even if given one, she's very unhappy if she's not given one...

Unless I don't want it, I have to receive everything that's due. Even if I don't like it or use it, I still have to get it from you.

They'll cause trouble if you don't give it to them.

Gojo realized this too late, and looked away from his phone screen to meet Airi's adorable appearance as she chewed on pearls with a straw.

She's undeniably cute, but also undeniably wicked.

This is a real headache.

His girlfriend was full of bad intentions and was always thinking about how to maximize her own interests by taking advantage of him.

He also wants to be sweet and affectionate with Airi; witty battles are really not for him.

He closed his phone and put it in his pocket, then strode confidently through the jewelry store.

I really don't know where his confidence comes from. Cut it off!

He quickly turned back, his hands full of cute headbands and hair accessories.

Will Airi Matsuzaka let him succeed?

"I'll buy whatever grapes you want to eat."

Letting him succeed for now isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Airi Matsuzaka withdrew her hand from his and continued slurping her milk tea.

He tried on and took pictures of every hair accessory he liked, but he didn't buy the last headband.

He bought other things.

Airi Matsuzaka, sporting a head full of springy yellow hair, followed Satoru Gojo out of the jewelry store.

It's one of those hair clip-style spring-loaded little yellow chicks that you clip onto your hair to keep it in place. The little yellow chick will bounce around if you move it even slightly.

She touched the top of her head and felt five or six little chicks bouncing around; they were kind of cute.

I wonder how well Gojo Satoru filmed it.

Airi Matsuzaka sucked the last pearl into her mouth and quite naturally placed the empty milk tea cup into Satoru Gojo's hand.

It's obvious.

You pay.

I'll eat the food.

You can throw away the trash.

They take advantage of every cheap deal, but do absolutely nothing.

Spoiled, willful, mischievous, yet incredibly adorable.

Even if she did something really outrageous, she would probably just glance at him and think: "I'm too weak, it's my fault, I didn't give her the best enjoyment."

It's all my fault, it has nothing to do with her.

She's so mean.

She manipulates those she has no problem with at will, even incorporating malice into their lives, making them objects beneath her feet.

The curse that used to harm her has now become her tool.

Everything was just a toy to her, and toys are only distinguished by whether they are fun or not.

The only slightly interesting ones are those that require some brainpower to play with for a while, and rare toys that are difficult to master but very challenging.

Hmm... the kind that's limited to gacha pools, I guess.

Toy Man, View on Games.

Airi Matsusaka has no concept of "humanity," no gender, and no rules.

I fully immerse myself in the role of the Game Master.

Victory and happiness are all that matter; nothing else matters.

This is a much more troublesome task than exorcising cursed spirits.

But he's happy to do it.

Airi Matsuzaka reached into his pocket, took out her phone, and turned it on.

Please enter your password.

Gojo Satoru rested his head on her shoulder. "Does Airi know the password?"

It's super easy.

You don't even need to think to know.

She entered her name and successfully unlocked the device.

"Wow, so smart." Gojo Satoru gave a serious compliment, and patted the little chick on Airi's head.

It bounces around so much, it's so cute.

Airi Matsuzaka pointed to the photo she thought was the best to show him.

"Do I need to wash it out?"

"Um."

"Is that all?"

"Um."

After closing her phone and putting it back in his pocket, Airi Matsuzaka raised her hand and waited for Satoru Gojo to lead her over, completely at ease with the slightest hesitation or resistance.

She adapted to Gojo Satoru's guide dog service very quickly and can already reach out and wait for him to hold her hand.

If you can't resist, you might as well maximize your comfort level.

Pleasure is paramount.

Gojo Satoru is happy to see this happen, and it's a good thing that he can be remembered when needed.

He took her hand, their fingers intertwined, and led her away from the passing crowd.

"Want to learn about grapes?"

"Um."

"ブドウ."

"The...the...?"

"ブ...ド."

"That's not right, Fukui."

"ブド."

"Wrong."

"ブドウ."

"You learned very quickly this time, how about learning something else?" He put his arm around her to avoid the gesticulating little devil and suggested she ask academic questions.

If you're not going to learn, then shut up.

I just want to play games, who cares about studying seriously with you?

"...that would allow Airi to go on missions."

So, you finally approved my trip out on a mission? Well, it wouldn't hurt to learn from you then.

I'm the best at giving excuses!

"Um."

"If you're perfunctory, you'll get ten Xijiufu." Her grasp of the weakness was incredibly precise. "Ten at the very least, Airi."

...Why is trash like Gojo Satoru still alive?

“But you’re going on missions with me. If you’re alone… you’d probably go too far away, right?” he said, rubbing his fingertips against Airi’s cheek twice.

It was flippant and threatening.

You guessed right!

Airi Matsuzaka's lips curled up slightly; Gojo Satoru was very familiar with that smile.

Confident and arrogant.

The expression on his face, waiting for his opponent to be defeated, was as if he could already see the predetermined future—the appearance of Gojo Satoru's defeat.

But I don't think I will lose, nor is it possible for me to lose.

The probability is zero.

She is like a perfect piece of jade, just lacking polish.

However, if the jade is too brittle, I might break it.

I've been very restrained.

Each of us stands on high ground, looking down to find a worthy opponent, to defeat and crush, to patiently lay a trap—Airi, aren't we a match made in heaven?

So similar, and so put into action.

In heaven and on earth, I am the only one who reigns supreme.

But you can step on my shoulders.