Chapter 37, Section 36

Human happiness is rarely continuous, but pain always seems to come one after another like a nested doll.

I had a fever, and now I have to add my period to the mix.

You don't suffer from menstrual cramps, but you have all the backaches and other symptoms that a girl experiences during her normal menstrual period.

Irritability, fatigue, weakness, dizziness.

By noon, you had already thoroughly hurled insults at Gojo Satoru and were still not satisfied.

In this state, you are exceptionally adept at ordering around Gojo Satoru. He will also be very accommodating to your every request.

"Would you like some brown sugar water?" Gojou Satoru quickly skimmed through Google searches on how to care for girls during their periods and asked the question as a formality.

They're all sweet, she definitely won't drink them.

"I won't drink it."

"Where's the ginger soup?"

This is very simple to make, but she definitely won't drink it.

"I won't drink it."

...Then he could only think of a famous quote compiled by millions of netizens.

"Drink more hot water."

"nonsense."

Wu Tiao Wu had brought her several cups of hot water all morning.

It's rare to sit properly on a sofa, because whether you're lying on your side or prone, you can feel your blood draining away rapidly.

There's also a possibility of leakage...

Mild intermittent pain accompanied by lower back pain made Airi Matsuzaka not want to move at all except lean against the soft cushion.

Seeing her gloomy and depressed state, Gojo Satoru remembered a highly-rated answer he had seen on Google.

"Should I rub it? Maybe it will feel better?" It seems...very painful.

"Does it hurt a lot?" he asked.

"It's okay." I tried to clear my mind and eliminate negative emotions, so my reaction was a little slower than usual.

Her red hair fell to her neck and shoulders, complementing her jade-colored skin and making her very eye-catching.

Red is the color of passion, and when it clashes with her fair skin, it blends fragility and enthusiasm, making it very suitable for her.

"Do you need me to massage you?" Gojo Satoru asked again when she fell silent.

"Um."

Her chaotic thoughts were gradually stripped from her mental world until she felt the hem of her clothes being lifted and a hand gently placed on her lower abdomen.

Airi Matsuzaka's first reaction was to tense up and grab his wrist.

It didn't move.

"Relax, this will make you feel better."

She still didn't move. Rationally, she knew that Gojo Satoru wouldn't do anything to harm her, but if she really let him do as he pleased... she couldn't help but be on guard.

"Try it first?" Having chosen to pat her head over her hand, he could only try to lower her guard as much as possible. "If she still doesn't feel comfortable, let's stop."

After a brief stalemate, Gojo Satoru waited for her to relax; he felt it would be soon.

It would be a real shame if he didn't fall for such an obvious concession.

Isn't he being too defensive? Even his act of letting go clearly showed struggle and hesitation. Is he really that untrustworthy?

[It is recommended that your hands not be lower than room temperature, otherwise you may get hit.]

No, his palms are warm!

[I suggest gently massaging your lower abdomen (this is important). Do I need to explain where the lower abdomen is?]

He knows that.

[P.S.: Women are usually very irritable at this time, so be careful with your movements!]

this……

This is going to be difficult.

His hands were indeed a bit warmer.

Airi Matsuzaka pinched her fingers and felt that they were neither warm nor cold, but rather a little cool.

The unfamiliar temperature began to stimulate her brain from the touch of her skin. Not yet used to being touched, Gojo Satoru tensed up uncontrollably when he moved his fingers.

It's even more uncomfortable when you try to use your abdominal muscles.

"I'm so nervous."

"I don't know how to do anything."

There was absolutely no sign of relieving her stress, and Airi's vigilance prevented her from relaxing for even a moment, so his rubbing was useless.

Then let's just leave it alone.

He gently placed his palm on Airi's lower abdomen, and as he stopped moving, the tension he felt disappeared.

Feeling playful, Gojo Satoru tentatively hooked his finger—which Airi immediately grabbed, her eyes also turning to him.

"Do not move."

...

"Okay, I won't move."

They wouldn't let go until he made a verbal promise.

Gojo Satoru looked up and saw Airi sprawled on the sofa, looking half-asleep. She was comfortably drifting off to sleep; when would Airi let him have some comfort too?

Although, but.

It feels nice to touch.

Are all girls' waists this thin and supple? I never noticed before. It's true that Shoko and Noboru don't look like girls at all.

Six Eyes could indeed see through things, but he still wanted to lift his clothes to take a look.

The feeling of seeing it through clothes and seeing it through six eyes is completely different.

The visual stimulation he receives is different.

If you roughly measure your waist by placing one hand across your abdomen, you can easily grasp the circumference of your waist with both hands.

Hey~

Awesome!

Airi feels so nice to touch, can I touch other places?

She fell asleep.

The constant heat rising from her lower abdomen plunged her already groggy mind into a state of confusion.

Airi is asleep.

She's asleep.

It should be okay to just touch it, right? He won't bite.

If we don't get caught, we can pretend nothing happened!

The hand that had been obediently still for half an hour quietly slid down to the side of the waist.

So slippery.

He poked it gently.

So soft.

He then moved from behind her, through the gap between the sofa and her back, placing his fingertips on the end of her tailbone. He didn't dare press down hard, afraid of waking Airi, so he could only gently press his fingertips into the hollow of her lower back and slide them up and down her spine.

If he were kneeling in a kneeling position and viewed from behind, it would definitely drive him crazy with excitement.

It would be quite effective to make a yearning or infatuated expression on that face. He would definitely fall head over heels for her like a naive young man, agreeing to whatever nonsense she uttered.

Forget about self-control; trying to maintain a semblance of rationality while doing intimate things is just too unromantic.

He's just an idiot.

If she is treated gently and her senses are attuned to her needs, she will make sweet and pleasant sounds, right?

Sticky, melodious, with ups and downs.

It sounds amazing.

Or if he were a bit rougher, like putting his hands on her hips? Airi wouldn't be able to escape then!

Will it yell even louder?

Isn't this a bit too much for Airi? But no matter how he thinks about it, it's hard for him to control his strength. It's because she's too cute, that's right, it's all because Airi is too cute.

It's all Airi's fault.

If you behave and don't run away, I'll be gentler, okay?

Don't disappoint me too much, I don't want to ruin you.

Lost in thought, I unconsciously pinched myself.

……Oops.

His heart skipped a beat, and the mosaic drama in his mind immediately stopped playing.

I need to wake up!

If he apologizes now, will Airi let him off the hook for his hair?

He was in the wrong; he was the one who touched her first. He might as well let Airi have her fun with her words. Anyway, he wouldn't regret it.

She didn't wake up.

There are Snow White and Sleeping Beauty from fairy tales, Princess Kaguya sleeping in the bamboo forest, and the girl sleeping peacefully in front of him at this moment.

Do not disturb, remain alone in your small space, and drift peacefully into a sweet dream.

Hush, do not disturb my beloved.

Let her wake up on her own.

May nightmares stay far from your world, but if you're afraid, open your eyes and look at me.

Call my name, I'll always be there.

Did you have a nightmare? You're frowning.

Gojo Satoru gently smoothed Airi's brow, gazing at her peaceful sleeping face.

All the noise and commotion vanished, and all that could be heard was her soft breathing, and all that could be seen was her sleeping face.

"...Yuichi."

She wasn't calling her own name.

The next second, in an instant, blood splattered all over him.

He didn't even have a chance to reach out and grab the person.

He had previously considered canceling his work to take Airi to see the fireworks festival during the summer festival, but now... he thinks he will never want to see fireworks again.

Blood-red fireworks had already exploded in his eyes.

That shade of red was so intense that he could no longer see any other colors.

He licked his lips and tasted blood.

It's her scent.

She disappeared.

Gojo Satoru had many firsts, but the most special ones were all those connected to her.

The first time I bowed my head to someone, the first time I cleaned up someone else's mess, the first time I picked out clothes for a woman, the first time I planned my future with another person.

There are so many more.

It was the first time I prepared breakfast for someone, the first time I took care of someone with a fever, and the first time I warmed a girl's stomach during her period.

First time, first time, first time...

Everything made his heart flutter so intensely, making him want to plan every day, every night, every date, every... what?

In short, I want to marry her.

She is indispensable.

But now he loathes those past experiences that once brought him unparalleled joy.

Is it all in the past now?

It will never end like this.

They haven't exchanged rings yet.

I haven't given her a romantic first night yet.

He hasn't taken her to the places he's planned for their honeymoon yet.

Not yet—let her name be preceded by her own surname.

Airi, don't make me look for too long, or I'll get angry.

You love lying on this sofa, don't you?

Now it's all stained with your blood, it's super hard to wash off!

Teacher, what I hate most now is hide-and-seek.

You'd better hide well, or the bad guys will catch you!

The warm orange hues of dusk spread across the mess, casting an even deeper, darker shadow over the bloodstains.

The man, dressed in a shirt whose original color was no longer discernible, leaned against the sofa, his face covered in blood, and smiled faintly at the only intact room, his eyes crinkling.

When three first-grade students noticed the unusual activity in the classroom and rushed to investigate, they witnessed this chaotic scene.

"...Hey, Airi...Where's Airi-senpai? Where is she?"

He didn't know who was asking him where Airi was, but Gojo Satoru didn't think much of it or care who it was.

"Playing hide-and-seek with the teacher!"

He propped his chin up and looked through the six-eyed mirror at the chubby grape-shaped pillow on Airi's bed, and chuckled as he thought about how much she loved it.

Take it out and throw it away in a bit.

It's such an eyesore.

Airi only needs me; having me means having everything, doesn't it?

You love playing games so much and want to win so much, even the teacher doesn't mind. Okay, come back quickly, I'll play whatever you want with you.

This time, even if you cry and beg for my forgiveness, it won't work.

Airi, remember you owe me breakfast.

I'm still waiting for you to come back.