Chapter 25, Page 24

Gojo Satoru is really useful.

They came back in a flash.

Airi Matsuzaka inwardly exclaimed how much she wanted to learn.

Super convenient.

However, she is not as strong as Gojo Satoru; without that essential condition, she cannot learn it.

She is not without talent, but no one can compare to Gojo Satoru.

The more you get to know someone, the more you realize the pressure of not being able to surpass them.

Crushing.

Like a drowning person trapped in the deep sea, or a weak person standing under a natural disaster.

There is no way to avoid it, no way to escape it.

There was no hope of winning against the enemy; they were so powerful that no matter how hard Airi Matsuzaka tried, she could never surpass them.

But she still didn't give up on wanting him to experience the taste of failure.

What joy can compare to breaking the impossible?

Nothing is more challenging than defeating Gojo Satoru.

When he arrogantly provoked me, all my attention was focused on him.

I live for Gojou, that's all. It's not about profound meaning, just stating a fact.

From the moment he pulled me back to the human world, I made up my mind—to spend the rest of my life destroying him.

He arbitrarily interfered with other people's decisions and forcefully reversed her fate.

This is the first time she's ever disliked someone so much. Shouldn't we do something to make her smile?

Make him fail, make him fall into depravity, make him regret it.

Break through his reason, provoke him, exploit him, and leave him physically and mentally exhausted.

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The idea was beautiful, but reality was like a bucket of cold water poured over one's head.

Breaking through reason.

Yes, it was her rationality that was broken.

provocative?

She was the one who was provoked.

press……

It's her.

She was also physically and mentally exhausted.

Should we just give up on Gojo Satoru? Honestly, there's not much sense of accomplishment in defeating the strongest. If the strongest is this pathetic, what's the point of defeating him?

Forget it, my brain is too tired to play anymore.

Why does Gojo Satoru need a brain...? This idiot is so hard to beat...

I don't want to fight anymore, I want to retreat...

Eek.

Airi Matsuzaka lay curled up on the sofa, hugging a cushion.

But it seems there's nowhere to go.

A voice whispered in my heart.

She is now homeless.

Just keep wandering... don't look back, and don't wait for anyone to catch up.

Go all the way down this path, see it through to the end, and finish it without fear, comfort, or even a sense of taste.

I could hear it, I knew it, because... I only heard one footstep.

That's me.

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When Gojo Satoru returned after putting the shopping bags away, he found that Gojo Satoru had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Not a complete defense.

He belatedly realized that he was already smiling—before he even noticed it, his eyes had already bypassed reason and sent a command to his brain the moment they caught sight of that person: smile at her.

Look, this is a signal.

She's started to depend on you.

Although she is unaware of it, your omnipresent aggression has already seeped into her territory.

He waited until this timid young lady was willing to speak to him, and he also waited until she was sleeping without any guard.

But he understood that erosion is a two-way street.

As he began his plundering, he also continuously lost his bargaining chips.

He now saw the game clearly; the answer to who would win was already obvious.

But that's not important.

Nightmares turn into sweet dreams, games become reality, and most importantly—defeat turns into victory.

She can only lose to Gojo Satoru.

Even if she wins, she can only beat Gojo Satoru.

He picked her up from the sofa, held her close to his chest, and let her head rest in the crook of his neck to continue sleeping. He then gently pushed her arms away from his neck.

The movement seemed to disturb her sleep; she buried her head deeper, shrank her shoulders slightly with unease, and one side of her maroon cardigan slipped off her shoulder and piled up between her elbows.

I was really tired, and I slept very soundly today.

Gojo Satoru gently rested his chin on the top of her head, his hand sliding down her waist to her back, brushing her hair aside and patting it rhythmically. Soon her breathing became steady and long as she drifted off to sleep.

If you have to be coaxed to sleep... then you're completely inseparable.

Tsk, what a clingy, spoiled brat.

It felt like I was holding a handful of sticky syrup that was clinging to my body and stretching.

It was fragrant and sweet, and he was pleased with everything about it.

fragrant……?

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and sniffed carefully, smelling the same scent on the neck, shoulders, and hair of the person in his arms.

That's right, she handled all her clothes and toiletries herself.

not enough.

But that's far from enough.

If the goal is just me... then keep a close eye on me.

Don't look away.

Whether it's "yes," "I do," or "I'm willing," it's what I most want to hear from you.

Having such captivating eyes, don't just use them as weapons. Occasionally revealing vulnerability and softness can also have unexpected effects.

Under her gaze, he fell into that pink lake, his true form revealed, his disguise torn away.

From human to ghost, all it takes is a glance.

Send him straight to paradise.

Under the watchful eyes of six eyes, nothing could escape his gaze; a constant torrent of information flooded his brain for automatic analysis. He was affected more intensely than anyone else.

To be honest, he was already struggling to keep his eyes open. He crushed all the base malice emanating from Airi, leaving only a heart full of love and desire with nowhere to go.

Are you kidding me? You think this kind of cheap, cursed love can fill his heart?

This heart is ownerless; who is worthy to control it?

There was only one person, just me.

He wasn't foolish enough to fall headlong into this vortex of love and desire and become hopelessly entangled.

What he did was not entirely out of curses, nor was there no infatuation in that cheap love.

Who could refuse her?

As long as she is looking at you, even if it is indifference or disgust, you cannot stop the surging torrent in your heart.

As his murderous intent grew, his overflowing love also had nowhere to go.

All this unfamiliar love and hate stemmed from her alone.

Looking at her, I wanted to make her laugh, and I also wanted to make her cry.

Of course, he would comfort Airi when she broke down and cried.

Because it has already been marked.

She belongs to me.

When will we hear those words from her?

I belong to you.

I want to hear it.

Not only am I willing, but I also welcome you back.

The first thing you said after you opened your eyes and the last thing you said before you closed them were both spoken to me.

You can like it or dislike it.

Shh—love needs no words.

Let's use our actions to demonstrate what we've achieved from this moment on.

Gojo Satoru sat on the edge of the bed, letting her lean against him, one hand holding her shoulder blade steady, the other bending her legs. He took off his shoes, lifted the blanket, and was about to put her inside—

"..."

Airi clung tightly to his collar, her rebellious spirit remaining active even in her sleep.

Both obedient and mischievous.

And cute.

Even refusing requires careful consideration.

After holding this position for a few minutes, Gojo Satoru automatically let go, and not only did she let go, she also rolled around on her own.

Roll into bed.

Helplessness filled my heart, but I also wanted to laugh out loud.

Then he pulled the whimpering Airi out, took off her outer garment, and covered her with the blanket.

Goodnight, Airi.

May you dream of me~

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Today is also a sweet dream.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of grapes, and my lungs were filled with that smell with every breath.

So sweet!

This smells so good!

Airi Matsuzaka squinted, enjoying the fragrance, and stayed put, not wanting to leave.

Hmm, but where are the grapes? This aroma is so strong, it must be from a vineyard of this size. How come I can't see a single seed?

[Slap]

Why?

Airi Matsuzaka reached up and touched the top of her head, as if something... had fallen and hit her on the head?

A plump, purple grape rolled off the head and landed on the ground.

...His pupils trembled slightly.

...No way?

Isn't this dream a bit too far-fetched?

This grape seems to be just a signal, perhaps a premonition that it might accidentally fall.

Then Airi Matsuzaka got a good pounding of grapes from the sky.

Thoughts?

I want to sleep forever, and I want to be with Grape forever.

I have no regrets in my life!

[...]

Here we go again, that annoying guy always has to interrupt her good time.

How could anyone walk into such a rare, quiet dream without any trash to disturb it!

Ah... is that guy?

"Why are you here again? Didn't I tell you to hide away obediently?" Meimeng, annoyed at being disturbed, vented all her anger on him.

He looked down at the grapes scattered on the ground, wanting to come over but not knowing where to step, so he could only stand far away and use his telepathic communication to call her.

Airi

I wanted to call her name, to call her name over and over, yet I was afraid of being disliked. I could only suppress it, pouring all my longing and affection into this single call, hoping she would smile at me.

A smile is enough. I'll do anything, as long as you smile.

I was so happy I could die.

……coward.

Airi Matsuzaka cursed inwardly.

"Come here." She beckoned to him. "Do I have to come find you? Come here yourself."

It's a pity about those grapes on the ground.

However, once something falls to the ground, it deserves to be trampled on; precious things become worthless when they are dropped.

He walked along the grapevines to her side, stopped, carefully hooked his finger around hers, and looked up at her longingly, asking if it was alright.

It's just a cute and capable little tool with wings... I'll let you touch it a little bit, albeit reluctantly.

"This will not be repeated."

【good】

Everything you said is good.

I will listen to them all.

So use me as you please, I will fulfill all of Airi's wishes.

A naive smile, befitting his age, appeared on his face.

Just like when I was eleven.

He remained in the past, leaving her alone in the future.

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She slept for four hours, and it's eight o'clock in the evening now.

The room was pitch black when I opened the door, and there was no sound from the television in the living room.

That must mean Gojo Satoru isn't home.

It's Airi Matsusaka's time.

Turn on all the lights.

The TV is playing SpongeBob SquarePants.

The refrigerator was emptied.

The washing machine... All of Gojo Satoru's clothes were thrown aside in the washing machine, and he was given priority to pour in his new, pretty clothes.

Press start.

Accompanied by SpongeBob SquarePants' cheerful background music and the humming of the washing machine, Airi Matsuzaka lay on the sofa, eating and drinking heartily.

This is the scene that Gojo Satoru saw when he returned from his mission.

He stirs things up as soon as he leaves, then puts on a show when he comes back, refusing to admit his mistakes and daring to do it again next time.

It made a mess of his room and then indifferently spat out grape skins when its owner returned.

"..."

Every day when I come home and open the door, there are all sorts of surprises.

Hearing the sound, Airi Matsuzaka pushed up her glasses, lazily turned her head to glance at him, and continued watching TV, tossing the grapes in her hand at his head, which he ate.

Happy times are all fleeting, she thought.

When Gojo Satoru is not at home, it is her free time, and she gets scolded every time he comes back.

bother.

"Airi, don't eat so much tonight."

Here we go again.

Airi Matsuzaka covered her ears as if she couldn't hear, and continued chewing the grapes in her mouth.

Eat what you like, or shut up if you don't.

"Otherwise, you won't be able to eat the takoyaki I brought back."

He shook the bag in his hand.

Airi Matsusaka reached out her hand.

Their attitude was so natural, like that of family members, that whatever they bought for her was hers.

Give it to me now.

Gojo Satoru seemed to see a freeloader squeaking and groaning on his sofa, making him both angry and amused, yet helpless.

He walked over and patted the sofa, signaling to Airi to give him some space.

Airi Matsuzaka immediately stretched out her legs to take over the entire sofa, while reaching out her hand to him.

Don't sit down if they don't give you takoyaki.

?

They wanted to push their luck even further.

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly, pressed down on her ankle and bent it upwards, showing no intention of letting go after sitting down.

ill.

She struggled but couldn't break free, so she threw the grapes in her hand at his face.

Eat as soon as you open your mouth.

"It's very sweet." She said, reaching into the bowl of washed grapes.

You're asking for it! That's mine!

Airi Matsuzaka sprang up and stepped on his hand.

Five! Mine!

Um?

Wu Tiao Wu tilted his head.

"Yes, yes, five of them are yours."

"...Airi, sit down."

He suddenly looked away, and his voice lowered.

Mind your own business!

She triumphantly stepped on it with her other foot as well.

Ha, are you angry? Are you finally about to hit me...?

Gojo Satoru held her feet and placed them flat on his lap, then used his other hand to pull down the hem of her skirt that had been lifted up to cover it.

"Throw away all the skirts..."

What is he muttering to himself? Didn't he buy these clothes?

You just throw it away like that, why didn't you ask me?

"don't want."

Airi Matsuzaka bent her knees and slowly moved closer to Satoru Gojo, trying to pry his hands off. During the struggle, he pressed her down on the sofa and straightened her bent legs.

...What are you doing?

"Your clothes have been exposed."

Then don't look! ^_^

"Because Airi didn't even realize she was wearing a short skirt."

Then don't look! ^_^

"White." Gojo Satoru made a takoyaki and fed it to her. "The lace is very pretty."

Get lost, you piece of trash.