Chapter 233 IF Route - First Playthrough (Part 6) (Unlockable with 80% subscription): What if the first playthrough wasn't completed?

At first, Kazuma Hatori didn't use much force.

He was very fond of Wu, and even his actions towards his lover were cautious, revealing obvious naivety and unfamiliarity.

After all, he was only just an adult outside of the game, and had never even been in a relationship before, let alone been a virtuous person.

If Wu knew his real age, perhaps he wouldn't have laughed at him so much.

...That's right, the 28-year-old mature man lazily lay down on the sofa, propped himself up with one hand, slightly shrugged his shoulders, and his messy pure white hair fell on the side of his face, half of obscuring his smiling eyes, as he looked at people with a teasing expression.

"first?"

"……Um."

Kazuma Hatake was too embarrassed to admit it; his hands were trembling as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Hahahaha.

Then, a deep, melodious voice, like the highest level of cello playing, rang in his ears—the ending note was clearly downward, yet it inexplicably carried an upward, light scale.

Kazuma Hatori felt his whole body getting hot, and he pursed his lips tightly. "Could it be that Satoru has a lot of experience?"

"Uh—no."

Gojo Satoru didn't give Hatake Kazuma a chance to be jealous.

In fact, from the latter's perspective, the smile on his lips and the corners of his eyes had probably never been suppressed. He was always pleased to see the usually calm and composed head of the Kamo family now looking like he was about to become flustered.

It was clearly Gojo Satoru looking up at the person from below, occupying a slightly weaker position, yet he appeared much more composed than Hatori Kazuma, even leisurely observing the latter's cautious yet extremely cherished actions when dealing with him.

Gojo Satoru liked looking at Hatori Kazuma like this, appreciating how Hatori unreservedly expressed his love for him in every little detail of his gestures.

It's tart and sweet-sour, with a slightly bubbly, stimulating taste, like apple-flavored sparkling water.

The living room lights were off, and the curtains were drawn. The light from the aquarium wasn't enough to illuminate the entire space, but it created a small universe just for the two of them.

To be honest, he had absolutely no practical experience, but thanks to the country's highly developed related industries, he wasn't completely without any relevant knowledge.

What's more, there's Gojo-sensei, who finally started giving instructions after laughing enough, using his own body as a teaching tool to teach Hatori Kazuma how to please him.

He seemed to finally feel a little embarrassed, his voice was very soft and low, as if every syllable was being muffled from his chest, filled with a moist, hot, ambiguous dampness.

Even her body temperature was burning hot, and her pale skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, leaving faint but deep marks on the half-removed pure white fabric.

very beautiful.

Kazuma Hatori's dark pupils remained unblinking as he stared at Satoru, whose breathing began to quicken.

The stray white hairs haphazardly brushing against the corner of the armrest and the sofa seat were beautiful; the undulating muscle lines glistening with a thin layer of sweat were beautiful; the narrow but powerful waist and abdomen were beautiful; even the slight, low nasal tone of his voice was particularly beautiful… No, the adjective used here should be alluring.

"Don't just stand there."

The other person would chuckle softly and remind him.

Kazuma Hatori's brain was almost overheated and completely shut down, only able to follow Satoru's instructions step by step.

Fortunately, he was very quick to understand – in both senses – and his progress was phenomenal. He quickly learned to apply what he learned to other situations and took the initiative.

Gojo Satoru could no longer laugh.

"Don't be so quick... wait, it's not the right time to do that yet...!"

Amidst the sudden fluctuations in his breathing, Kazuma Hatori lowered his body slightly, his dark eyes clearly reflecting his unique, misty blue pupils.

"I once heard a theory that the brain needs unfamiliar experiences to feel stimulated."

Kazuma Hatori's hands didn't stop moving; he continued slowly and methodically rubbing it with his calloused fingertips. Gojo Satoru couldn't help but want to reach out and stop him, but his other hand grabbed his hand and pressed it above his head, their fingers interlocked.

Meanwhile, he continued to explain Gojo Satoru in a methodical and formal manner.

"The flowers you see are beautiful, and the food you eat is delicious. The first experience is always the most interesting, but the flowers you see often are overlooked, and the food you eat often no longer looks appealing."

"The specific principle is that ancient humans wanted to prevent themselves from repeatedly indulging in such pleasures, which would cause them to lose their vigilance and be pounced on and eaten by lions."

"Therefore, our brain's mechanisms only react to unfamiliar things, and we feel fear, surprise, or pleasure from them."

"Once something is frequently received by the brain, it will assume that it is familiar and will no longer react to it."

Kazuma Hatori spoke at a leisurely pace for so long, without listening to Satoru Gojo's instructions at all.

His dark eyes gleamed, and his five fingers, which used to easily unleash a series of black flashes and pull the trigger, were now, with someone's indulgence, exploring more and more hidden places.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head back again, and apart from the hand that was pressed down on his head, he bit his index finger knuckle between his teeth with the other hand in an attempt to suppress that slight embarrassing reaction.

He lost the privileges that a senior should have received so quickly, yet he still had to maintain the image of a senior who was reserved and reliable.

The viscous, bubble-like sound of water seemed to come from the aquarium, or perhaps it bypassed his ears and swirled directly into his brain, mixed with an inescapable sweetness and the scorching sunlight.

"...Mmm!"

The gurgling sounds were so direct and clear that in the next instant, Gojo Satoru's body tensed up, and his pupils, staring at the aquarium, became unfocused for a moment.

"...Okay, we can end this now...Wait, why are you doing this again..."

Gojo Satoru suppressed his reaction, and after a long while of calming down, he was able to speak in a relatively steady voice.

However, Kazuma Hatori did not give him the chance to get what he wanted.

His voice was slightly off, but his taut lips curved into a smug smile. "So, in order to make Gojo-sensei happy, I must disobey his wishes and only do what I want to do."

"...Don't call me teacher at this time...!"

Gojo Satoru reacted strongly. Even though he was a teacher for many years and had a calm mindset, he couldn't resist the fact that the position was too ambiguous and private, and he was completely opened up and taken in.

It felt as if water vapor was constantly being poured into his brain, making his suppressed palms wet, his frosty eyelashes wet, and his pale eyes wet as he looked at the other person.

Even each increasingly short breath felt scalding, yet she had to exert herself to the utmost to suppress each intense, pleasurable reaction.

"That's the time to shout it."

Kazuma Hatori stared at Satoru's dark eyes, his gaze shining like a predator intently watching its prey, carefully observing its reactions and considering how to devour it completely.

Unable to bear such a gaze, Gojo Satoru's hazy eyes shifted to the side, vaguely landing on the leisurely swimming silver pine needle koi.

He hadn't even raised the fish to its natural end, yet he felt he was about to die tonight...

"...Wait...I just..."

The next moment, his attention was drawn back to the other person, and he involuntarily arched his back, "No... um... I told you not to move for now...!"

How come he never knew this kid was such a terrifying carnivore!

"If Mr. Gojo is going to punish me, I'll have to wait until tomorrow."

Kazuma Hatori placed his palm on the burning hot body and on the rapidly heaving chest.

The muscles under the palms, honed through years of rigorous training, are extremely flexible when exerting force, and the feedback from every touch is so perfect that it is mesmerizing.

The hot sweat, like crystal-clear dewdrops, was gently licked by lips and tongues that were even hotter, which also brought out an even stronger reaction from below.

"...!"

The other person's skin was fair, so even the slightest change was extremely noticeable.

Even though the living room was dimly lit, it couldn't stop Kazuma Hatori from being so close that they could exchange a hot, lingering kiss at any moment.

"—After all, only in times like these can it be called 'familiar strangeness'."

Kazuma Hatake's voice was also extremely unstable, and the content was even more insubordinate, showing no restraint whatsoever.

If it were a normal person like Gojo, they could spout a bunch of nonsense and then dodge the issue.

But at this moment, Gojo Satoru, who regretted promising not to use the reversal technique, almost didn't have the strength to even grit his teeth.

Even if it's the first time they've tasted meat, there's no reason for them to be this excited!

He didn't just agree to this once!

Just you wait...

Gojo Satoru's five fingers, which had been pressed down on his head by Hato Kazuma, began to tremble slightly, once again approaching the peak of pleasure.

Just as his thoughts were in complete disarray and he didn't even know what he was thinking, a clear and firm voice came close to his ear and entered his chaotic mind.

"Wu, I love you."

"—"

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wearily, his frosty white eyelashes glistening with moisture, and let out a weak groan at the guy.

"Is that even a question?"

--I love you too.

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The flower symbolism in this chapter might be: first come, first served...

It's also possible to succeed in the challenge [sunglasses]