Chapter 26, page 25

Once she's had enough sleep, Airi Matsuzaka will never stay in bed.

He has a very healthy lifestyle, which is the exact opposite of Gojo Satoru's underworld life.

After washing up, she sat at the head of the table as usual, waiting for Gojo Satoru to get up and then go out to bring her breakfast.

But today, even though the breakfast milk is almost gone, Wu Tiao Wu still hasn't gotten up.

She has been sitting here waiting for half an hour.

Is Gojo Satoru finally going to die suddenly from the lifestyle of the underworld?

This is truly exciting news.

After finishing the last sip of milk and wiping her mouth, Airi Matsuzaka practically skipped and hopped towards Satoru Gojo's bedroom.

Is Gojo Satoru going to die?

I want to see what his expression is like.

"Five pieces~Five pieces~"

Airi Matsuzaka chuckled as she turned the doorknob, pushed open the door, and went straight to the bedside.

Ah, he turned his head away.

Is this guy dead or not?

"Let me see," Matsuzaka Airi said, pulling his white hair and turning his face towards her.

"hiss……"

Gojo Satoru squinted and pressed down on Matsuzaka Airi's hand that was pulling her hair.

"Don't pull my hair..."

His voice was hoarse and languid, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and his eyes were closed as if glued shut.

...He's not dead.

Airi Matsuzaka shook her hand away and looked down at his sleeping face.

He raised his leg, aiming for Gojo Satoru's abdomen, and kicked down with all his might.

It was caught.

Gojo Satoru's sleepiness vanished instantly at this interruption, and he even found himself teasing her about her outfit. "Sigh... I'm not wearing a skirt today."

With a little force, he pulled Airi onto the bed, wrapped her in the blanket, and tied her limbs around it.

...the operation of intelligent shutdown.

Through her sunglasses, Airi Matsuzaka stared at the pair of blue eyes so close to her.

A good-for-nothing except his eyes.

"breakfast."

The girl lying on his chest was beautiful and charming, but she was like an emotionless eating machine.

Those full, rosy lips, perfect for kissing, should be uttering sounds that bring him joy and excitement at this moment. Instead, at this hour in the morning, instead of offering a good morning, her first words are about food.

All they do is eat, eat, eat.

You heartless bastard, you won't even say thank you.

Shut up, you don't deserve it.

"breakfast--"

Still sleeping in while you're still alive! Get up and go buy breakfast!

Gojo Satoru: ^_^

Get up! You piece of trash! You made me wait for half an hour!

Airi Matsuzaka was instantly enraged by his nonchalant attitude, wanting nothing more than to punch and kick him. She must have brushed against something, because the hand restraining her suddenly loosened its grip, giving Airi the opportunity to crawl out from under the covers.

The next second, she immediately clenched her little fist and punched that face.

Get down here!

"Huh? I can't slap someone in the face??"

I'll just smash your face in!

I'm starving!

"breakfast!"

Airi Matsuzaka threw a punch, but he grabbed it with his outstretched hand. With that face of his, he really deserved to be punched.

It's hardened; its fists have hardened.

This piece of trash should just die suddenly in bed.

"Why did Airi come to see me?" He belatedly realized that he had overslept and hadn't bought breakfast in time...

I'm hungry.

What do you think? Otherwise, why would I need to call you to fight?

Am I courting death?

Go downstairs when you wake up.

Airi Matsuzaka, perched on the edge of the bed, yanked him, blanket and all, onto the floor—she had that much strength. Seeing Satoru Gojo, still innocently blinking as he lay on the floor, she felt like bungee jumping on him.

Dogs are unaware of their own ignorance; that's how it is.

The first and second graders haven't come back yet, so it looks like she'll be spending today alone again.

The bad thing is that Gojo Satoru overslept today; it's very likely he's taking the day off.

Why would someone have to spend their vacation with Gojo Satoru?

That's a terrible waste.

We need to figure out a way to get through this.

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When Gojo Satoru returned from hanging up the laundry, he didn't see anyone on the sofa. The little lady who usually perched on it, ready to scratch him to death if he touched her... well, she's gone home again.

That's great, she's avoiding him again.

Haven't you had enough of playing hide-and-seek yet?

Today is a rare day off, wouldn't it be better to just stay home? What's fun outside? Is SpongeBob not good, or is he just not good-looking?

Going out on a date or watching a movie together at home is much better than going out and having fun.

This is worrying. Will Airi run away every time he takes a vacation and stays home?

That's going too far, absolutely not.

What we need to do now is bring Airi back first. It's impossible for her to obey after being scolded, but it's absolutely impossible not to scold her.

She would just mumble "uh-huh" to get a scolding, but then she'd do something else behind his back, sometimes making him so angry he wanted to just pin her down on the bed and make her moan all she wanted.

[Five articles? 】

But her name alone put him to rest.

Faced with this willful and slippery young lady, it seems that the impulsiveness and passion of ten years ago have overshadowed the ease and skill of today's adults.

His calm demeanor was a facade; beneath his attentive care lay his desires.

All he wanted to do was take care of her and get her into bed.

All that talk about pure love, restraint, and forbearance... it was all an act. I just wanted to sleep with you, it's that simple.

I will also make you... like this feeling.

The ringing of his cell phone interrupted the increasingly indescribable thoughts that were swirling in his mind.

"Glass?"

He entered the house, his voice weak and indifferent as he lit a cigarette.

"Come and take her away, she's been drinking."

After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone, heartbroken as he looked at the ruined wine cellar.

"..."

She turned to look at the beautiful girl crouching on the filing cabinet, and couldn't help but sigh, yet dared not move an inch—if she moved, Matsuzaka Airi would pounce. She was practically no different from a playful cat or dog, wary of Ieyasu Koko as if hunting its prey, its back arched, ready to strike at any moment.

Fortunately, she was just playing around and didn't intend to deliver a fatal blow.

...It's unbelievable that someone would do something like this while drunk.

This guy can't drink but he still downed half a bottle, what's going on... Did he get a shock from Gojo Satoru?

"Airi...?" Gojo Satoru pushed open the door and the first thing he saw was Ieri Shoko with her hands raised in surrender. He raised an eyebrow and was about to utter a mocking remark, but the next second he raised his hand to stop Airi from lunging at him.

"So eager to throw yourself into my arms?" He quickly pulled his hands away and opened his arms to pull Matsuzaka Airi into his embrace.

"Shoko, I'm taking her with me." Gojo Satoru then spared a glance at her, gave a perfunctory reply, and disappeared on the spot with Matsuzaka Airi.

"..."

Troublemaker.

He was drunk.

He hasn't made a sound since he held her in his arms.

After entering the room, Gojo Satoru leaned against the door panel as it closed. Airi had been staring at his face the whole time, so intently that it was hard for her to pretend she didn't see him.

He used a little force to lift her up, and without even looking down, he could smell the pungent smell of alcohol.

Why did you suddenly go to Shoko's place to drink?

"call--"

Airi Matsuzaka blew a breath of alcohol in his face, which really choked him.

Is it true that even when you're drunk, you can't break the habit of playing pranks?

"Airi?" Gojo Satoru called out tentatively, thinking that if it didn't work out, he would put her on the sofa and let her watch TV.

"Um."

She answered immediately, yawned, opened her arms to stretch her body, and then let her arms drape over Gojo Satoru's shoulders before pulling him close.

She seems sleepy.

"Do you want to sleep?"

"Um."

"...Airi?"

"Um."

Gojo Satoru seems to have discovered something extraordinary.

Airi always answers every question!! How could I miss such an opportunity!

Wu Tiao Wu slowed down his speech and coaxed her to talk in a soft voice, having already listed out all the questions she wanted to ask.

What does Airi like to eat?

With one hand supporting her waist, and the other gently patting and kneading her arched back, he created a relaxing state for her, hypnotizing her guard and making her obediently open up.

"Grape."

Is there anything else?

"Pomelo tea".

Grapefruit tea... I never taught her that word, but she still remembers the things she likes.

"Who is Gojo Satoru?" He walked along, calculating what information he could glean from Shimo Airi in this state.

"Rubbish."

? ? ?

"Heh..." Gojo Satoru gently touched Airi's soft cheek, his lips curving into a smile as he lightly pressed his lips against the corner of her eye.

So that's what Airi was thinking when she thought I was being insulted.

besides……

Does being drunk make her feel safe? She can still talk, after all; he didn't teach her the word "trash."

I sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and put on SpongeBob SquarePants, which is on all day long. I lowered the volume so she could hear the familiar background music without waking her up.

Familiar music would lower her guard, allowing him to hear more honest answers from her.

Airi likes to be touched.

Normally, when I'm angry, just touching it will solve the problem.

Yeah, easy to fool.

Hugs and pats will tame this little rascal.

If not, then spend money on her.

With cheerful background music and gentle caresses, Airi Matsuzaka completely let go, clinging to him like an octopus.

The fishing rod moved.

He asked questions at appropriate times, without being impatient or agitated.

Who is the most important person to Airi?

Upon hearing their name called, their ears and brain recognize what they are saying and give an answer without hesitation.

"Yuichi".

Someone has appeared—the one who took Airi's place before him.

The past of Airi that he was unable to participate in.

I want to know, I want to understand, I want to erase.

Where is Yuichi?

He smiled with his brows furrowed, but his eyes held a dark and violent glint.

If that person is still alive, then kill him. Airi just needs to stay by his side. He'll find a way to remove the curse.

Airi, your web is too weak. If you want to trap me, don't waste your energy on others, or I'll get very angry.

You only need to look at me. Am I not enough to satisfy your ambition? If you're too greedy, I'll teach you a lesson.

"Yuichi, you're asleep." She spoke after a long time.

Unfortunately, the person is already dead.

He died a little too young.

He only felt regret in his heart.

He spoiled Airi too much. Playing around is fine, but taking your eyes off her is absolutely unacceptable.

I fell into the trap you set for me, and I played the game you wanted to play. How about giving me some reward?

There's another question.

Who does Airi like?

If there's an answer, just kill it.

Airi.

She repeated it again.

"Airi likes Airi."

"..."

Tsk.

This answer is even more difficult than having someone you like.