Chapter 146

Kazuma Hatori was struck by this sweet and tender feeling.

He desperately wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words.

So he raised one hand—his front paw—and gently pressed the pad of his paw against Gojo Satoru's face.

Gojo Satoru: “…”

Upon receiving Kazuma's response, Gojo Satoru's eyes widened, and he immediately scooped up the super cute black Shiba Inu and rubbed against it!

"So cute, Mamaru—"

Oh dear, this kid was just adorable when he was human, but after turning into a black Shiba Inu, his self-control seems to have been completely wiped out!

“…”

Unable to struggle any longer, Kazuma Hatori completely gave up resisting.

Later, Gojo Satoru took out his phone and snapped a lot of photos of them together.

"Hehe, this precious scene must be preserved."

Having already been thoroughly groped by Satoru, what could Kazuma Hatori, with his extremely high body temperature, possibly disagree with? If you put him on the ground now, he might already be so dizzy that he'd be spinning around in circles like a puppy.

The single dormitory beds provided by the college are not wide, and are slightly narrower than the beds in the teachers' dormitories.

It's more than enough for one teenager who's going through puberty and starting to grow taller; but if two people want to lie side by side, it will be quite crowded.

Fortunately, the one who will be sleeping with Gojo Satoru now is the black pea bear Shiba Inu "Shinmaru".

Gojou Satoru wiped Shinmaru's paws with a towel, put him on the bed, and then went to take a shower.

You could faintly hear him humming a familiar melody, each syllable like a beautiful seashell being gently tapped, which was the climax of "FIND" that he had sung with Kazuma Hato.

As Kazuma Hatori watched Satoru Gojo's retreating figure, a joyful smile appeared in his eyes.

That heart of gold was shining brightly before him, right before his eyes.

Kazuma Hatori, radiating pink bubbles, was completely unaware that he was now vastly different from the man he was before entering the game.

Of course, what he regrets most now is that he cannot stop the activation of the [Eight-Phase Wheel Card].

He thought this was just a disguise skill that could perfectly bypass the barrier and personnel security, making it easy for him to sneak into the college.

I never imagined that the Black Bean Chai form couldn't be dispelled until I graduated from the advanced level. How infuriating!

However, when Satoru, still slightly damp from his shower, relaxed on the bed and pulled him into his arms, Kazuma Hatori realized that it wasn't so bad after all.

"I thought we could play games together all night... but it seems we should go to sleep first and head out early tomorrow."

Gojo Satoru reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, accompanied by a few soft, low laughs in the darkness, clearly mocking "Shinmaru".

It's early summer, and the nighttime temperature is gradually rising, making the white-haired, gray-eyed boy feel comfortable wearing only a thin, loose shirt.

So when he made a few large movements, the soft, slightly damp fabric was pulled, piled up, and ran off in all directions, leaving only the well-defined muscles stretching and contracting slightly with each breath, transmitting the body temperature that was a little cool after being rinsed with cold water but was gradually regaining its warmth.

Kazuma Hatori... Kazuma Hatori can only remain motionless.

His sense of smell was too acute at that moment; the damp, refreshing scent of shower gel kept wafting into his nose, and even the sound of his heartbeat became ambiguous.

The perspective of being completely encircled in the other's arms was so subtle. Looking up, he could see a very sharp jawline in the moonlight, outlined by pure white hair at the temples and neck, softly falling into his eyes.

If you look down again...

“…”

Gojo Satoru feigned ignorance and let out a soft "hmm," but his words carried an overtly mischievous tone.

"Shinmaru's body temperature seems to be getting hotter and hotter. Could he have a fever?"

When asked such an embarrassing question, Kazuma Hatori couldn't even manage the light cough he usually tried to use to get away with it.

"Oh right, isn't being naked right now basically like... being completely naked?"

Gojou knew that Hatake Kazuma was unable to speak, but he still had to ask the other person a question.

Each syllable was lowered, as if it were held and swirled around by the tip of the tongue before being uttered intimately and tenderly in the soft darkness.

It remained silent, without any response.

But Gojo Satoru had already noticed the little heart that was pressed against his palm, and its thumping speed instantly increased several times over.

If you look even closer, you can feel the shy trembling of the entire body beneath the soft downy hairs.

Ha ha.

Five insights resonated deep within him, bringing him immense joy.

Ichijin, who can only be unilaterally and arbitrarily manipulated by him, is so cute!

Kazuma Hatori remained choked up and did not respond, but Satoru Gojo was completely satisfied and closed his eyes to sleep.

That tranquil, warm sense of security, like a soft blanket covering him, was gently enveloping him, kissing his relaxed brow with a sweet dream.

………

Early in the morning, before the alarm clock that usually reminds me to go to class even went off, Gojo Satoru was fully awake.

He finished washing up and changing his clothes with great enthusiasm—not his college uniform, but a black top and trousers with a wide hood, which were both slim-fitting and neat, and could also cover his conspicuous white hair.

He's not kidding when he says he'll skip class!

Holding the equally awake Shinmaru in his arms, Gojo Satoru swung the door open with a snap, intending to hurry and leave the high school.

The black bean Shiba Inu form is amazing, but he also wants to talk to Kazuma.

"Hey, Wu? You're up really early today."

In the corridor, Gojo Satoru bumped into Natsumi Yuuki, who was returning with breakfast. The latter greeted him first, then looked puzzled at the little black dog that Gojo Satoru was holding.

"Did you pick it up from outside? Or did it get lost and wander in?"

Tokyo College covers a vast area, including not only numerous Buddhist temples and shrines, but also a large area of ​​mountains and training grounds extending outwards.

The protective barrier surrounding the high school doesn't deter ordinary animals; they can sometimes catch glimpses of squirrels darting through the woods.

But the black Bean Chai tree was of such good quality... Xia Youjie examined it carefully for several moments.

It doesn't look like a stray dog ​​at all.

Xia Youjie then discovered more anomalies.

"Why are you dressed casually?" He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "It's not the weekend... is it?"

Something's not right; they should be wearing college uniforms when they go on missions.

“Oh,” Gojo Satoru replied matter-of-factly, “I’ve decided to skip class, so please cover for me.”

Xia Youjie: "..."

Xia Youjie's eyes widened instantly: "Huh??"

How could they possibly fool anyone? There were only three of them in the entire classroom!

"I can't exactly tell you you're sick, can I..."

Xia Youjie sighed helplessly—he couldn't even imagine what Gojo Satoru would look like with a fever, a cold, and a runny nose.

"Just make up any excuse, Ms. Moth won't find out."

Gojo Satoru revealed a sly, mischievous grin, patted Natsumi on the shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, he had already slipped away to who knows how far.

It looks like this guy actually used [Azure] to perform a short-distance teleport!

Since I didn't see any hand gestures being activated, has his previous research on [omitting palm prints and directly activating the spell] been successful?

Xia Youjie was somewhat taken aback.

But then Xia Youjie realized he had been asked to do something incredibly troublesome—and the other party immediately ran away, not even giving him a chance to refuse!

"Even though Teacher Moth is all brawn and no brains, how could she be so easily fooled..."

Xia Youjie, carrying breakfast, stood there, clutching his head in exasperation, racking his brains for a reason to ask Wu for leave.

As he walked a few steps toward the classroom, lost in thought, he suddenly remembered something.

Didn't he say that Ichima came back last night? Where is he? Neither of the two Satoru appeared either.

Wait a minute, could that little black dog from earlier be...?

Xia Youjie's pupils trembled violently.

Meanwhile, Kazuma Hato, who was finally taken away from the high school by Gojo Satoru, successfully deactivated his Black Bean Shiba form.

Since this was merely a physical simulation, not a transformation, his clothes remained perfectly intact, with no part of him completely naked—a disappointment to Gojo Satoru, who was watching Hatake Kazuma revert to his original form.

He let out a heavy sigh.

Kazuma Hatake silently typed a question mark.

What are you regretting, Wu...?

That's impossible! In broad daylight!

"Alright, alright, let's talk about whether you've been bullied in the Panxing Sect lately? Do you need me to go and dismantle the other half?"

Gojo Satoru smiled and put his arm around the shoulder of the bewildered Hatori Kazuma, snuggling closer to him affectionately—even with their arms around each other, the distance between them was far more intimate than that of ordinary social spaces.

Although Kazuma said that those people listened to him, Gojo Satoru was still a little uneasy, thinking that it was possible that those people were just trying to appease his super-dumb black Shiba Inu.

“I have ways to make them obey.”

After thinking for a moment, Kazuma Hatori told Satoru Gojo about how he had forced them to keep drinking hot tea made from washing pots.

The subsequent cleanup and transformation, as well as the process of getting those pot-bellied middle-aged people to collectively grow vegetables and raise chickens, were all gradually described.

This tree-lined avenue in the suburbs was very secluded, and it was early morning. Apart from the two of them walking side by side, there were no other passersby on the road.

"………Ha ha ha ha!"

At that moment, a series of clear laughs echoed down the quiet road where a gentle breeze was blowing and the shadows of the trees were swaying slightly.

Gojo Satoru never expected that Hagoromo Kazuma could deal with those who opposed him in this way; it was exactly what he wanted!

Yuqu Kazuma couldn't mention the game, because Gojo Satoru thought he had forced the Panxing Sect leadership to submit through force.

But it doesn't really matter, the ending is the same anyway.

"Repeatedly drinking scalding hot, low-quality bitter tea? Growing vegetables and raising chickens yourself?"

Gojo Satoru was overjoyed and even made envious noises.

"I really want to go back and do that to all the old men in my family."

Kazuma Hatori silently replied in his heart that he had done it before as well.

Although the old man from the Gojo family suffered the least because he was pursuing enlightenment at the time, he was only slightly threatened by Chrysanthemum Taste and [Blood-Swept Fighting Spear].

There will be an opportunity.

Finally, this was all Kazuma Hagoromo replied.

Gojo Satoru smiled and hummed in agreement, then looked at Hagoromo Kazuma's current attire—a white robe identical to that of the Panxing Cult members.

"You just said that the assistant suggested you change into something more special?"

Kazuma Hatake followed his gaze and glanced at his own clothes, then nodded hesitantly.

"I originally planned to take all the clothes you gave me with me when I went back to the college this time."

Upon seeing Wu, he was so happy that he forgot everything else.

"Those clothes are just ordinary styles, nothing special that will make you stand out."

Even the most expensive clothes were nothing more than a snort from Gojo Satoru, who didn't think they were worthy of Hagoromo Kazuma.

After walking a few more words, the pale eyes behind the sunglasses suddenly turned nimbly, as if he had remembered something.

"Come on, I'll take you to pick out some clothes—they're sure to suit you!"