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Countdown to Celestial System Update: 4 hours and 51 minutes
Warm water vapor filled the space, and soothing music spread quietly like ripples. When the body was completely bathed in the water, the curse that lingered around the body faded away bit by bit, and the limbs gradually relaxed.
Bathing is a way to relax both body and mind. With your favorite music playing in your ears and the warm water flowing gently along your skin, the feeling of comfort spreads throughout your body, so relaxing that you almost close your eyes and fall asleep.
Suddenly, the ringing of the phone shattered the quiet atmosphere of the bathroom, instantly interrupting the melody. The girl brushed away the wet hair stuck to her forehead, raised her hand to wipe the water droplets from her face, and her sleepy eyes fell on the phone on the sink.
——Caller ID…Gojo-sensei?
A trace of doubt arose in her heart: calling at this time is not like his style.
Driven by curiosity, she answered the phone without turning off the water - answering the phone and taking a shower were not in conflict at all, not to mention that the person on the other end was Teacher Gojo.
"Are you free now, Gojo-sensei?" The girl's voice, tinged with laughter, came through the receiver first. Gojo Satoru keenly caught the sound of running water in the background, and his eyebrows raised slightly. Is she... taking a bath?
Tsk, answering his call while taking a shower, who is she provoking?
"Just leave the rest to them. I'm the main force, so of course I need to take a rest." Gojo Satoru's voice came through the receiver.
She understood as soon as she heard it, and realized that, after all, the teacher just wanted to be lazy.
"Well... thank you for your hard work, teacher." The girl's voice was wrapped in the steam from the bathroom, soft and a little relaxed. It went into his ears through the receiver, like a feather gently scratching the tip of his heart, and his heart softened instantly.
"Let's go play in the water next time. The clothes have been washed and hung in the closet." Without waiting for her response, he finalized the next itinerary - whenever he spoke without adding "do you want to" it meant that he didn't want his decision to be rejected.
While listening, I secretly complained: The teacher is really like a control freak in some aspects, and he himself probably doesn't even realize how strong he is.
"Clothes..." She responded, applying the squeezed shower gel to the foaming ball, gently kneading it with her fingertips to create a fine foam, and then rubbing it along her skin, saying teasingly, "Teacher, when you're not working, don't you consider changing into other clothes?"
She was tired of seeing that uniform.
"What? You want to pick for me?" The man grasped the key point, his mind instantly flashing to the image of her choosing clothes for him, and his heartbeat inexplicably quickened. Choosing clothes for each other was a rare intimacy even between lovers, more like a daily routine for long-term couples.
Hiss… husband and wife. Just imagining this identity in his mind made his heartbeat suddenly accelerate uncontrollably. This was the person he'd thought about day and night, the one he'd adored with all his heart. The thought of her being bound to him through marriage filled him with longing, like a tidal wave bursting through a floodgate, surging so violently it threatened to drown him.
The sound of running water on the other end of the receiver suddenly grew louder, and the fine splashing sound filled his ears, making him inexplicably dazed - the flow of water seemed to have no end, and it also gradually calmed the chaotic thoughts in his heart, leaving only the throbbing caused by the word "husband and wife", which still made his chest feel slightly hot.
"Have you considered a white suit and haori with Monzuki, Sensei?"
The voice of the person you love suddenly came, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly exploding the thoughts that had just been calmed down.
In an instant, his world seemed to be in turmoil, and even his breathing became disordered - white suits and hakama with patterned feathers, those were all formal wears that men could wear at weddings.
Is that what she meant?
Does this... count as proposing to him?
"Then what are you wearing?" He suppressed the dryness in his throat and tried to make his voice sound calm. Only his fingertips clenching the phone and his heartbeat that was about to burst out of his chest knew how nervous he was at the moment and how many hidden expectations he had.
Calm down, Hipper might be teasing him again.
"Hmm? I'll definitely wear something that suits you." The girl's voice came with the sound of rushing water, but in Gojo Satoru's ears, he only clearly caught the words "suits you".
!!!
Gojo Satoru was almost certain instantly—she was proposing!
*
"Oh."
The man was standing outside the bathroom's glass door and could hear their conversation clearly.
It's not enough that she's been dating three different people, it turns out she's even proposed to more than just him?
What about the ring? Who did you give it to?
The man's eyes curved as his fingertips pressed against the glass door.
What a bad boy.
She should have noticed that I was right outside the door, right?
Inside the glass door, the girl had just hung the bubble ball back on the wall when, turning around, she was caught off guard by the shadow reflected on the glass outside. Her heart sank, and even her breathing stopped.
“…”
Oops.
The girl's mind went blank in an instant, and the only thought in her mind was: I have to find a way to trick him quickly.
Hang up the phone first!
The moment this thought came to her mind, she immediately spoke hastily into the receiver: "See you next time, teacher."
After hanging up, I felt annoyed - how could I end with "see you next time"?
She was caught cheating by her "husband" and even proposed to another man in front of him. Before hanging up the phone, she even made an appointment to meet next time...
Staring at the increasingly clear shadow on the glass door, my scalp tingled. Ah, this is over. Anyway, it's right to apologize first, right?
The glass door was pushed open from the outside. The man was still humming a tune as he slowly walked into the bathroom. After standing in front of her, he crossed his arms and looked at her leisurely, with a playful smile in his eyes.
This is not good. He can still laugh. He must be mad.
“…” The girl pursed her lips and didn’t dare to say anything. She just raised her hands obediently, like a child admitting her mistake, using actions to clearly express that she knew she was wrong.
The shower was still pouring water, and the warm water droplets flowed down her skin. Her wet hair stuck to her cheeks and neck in a messy manner, completely outlining her naked curves - narrow shoulders, voluptuous figure, slender waist, and straight long legs, all of which caught the man's eyes.
Oh, even when she was pretending to be calm she was so cute. He laughed in his heart, but his hand reached over Hipper to turn off the shower. When he withdrew his hand, he gently brushed the wet hair away from her face, revealing her beautiful face and eyes that were racking their brains to make up a lie.
The man sighed softly, leaned over and slowly approached, his warm breath brushing her ears: "Dear, it's not good to cheat in front of your husband, right?"
The girl subconsciously tried to turn her head away, but his grip on her chin prevented her from making even the slightest movement. She was forced to look up at him.
"I was wrong." She apologized obediently, not daring to make any unnecessary movements, allowing his other hand to reach out and carefully smooth her wet hair that was draped over her shoulders.
After a few seconds of silence, she couldn't help but speak hesitantly. She looked up at him, but there was no trace of guilt in her eyes.
"Um...can you put on some clothes first?"
She didn't think she had done anything wrong at all, but after rational analysis, she felt that if she apologized and admitted her mistake first, she would be able to "reduce her sentence" and would be more likely to get his forgiveness.
Are you so confident? The smile in the man's eyes faded a little, but his tone remained calm, "No."
I haven't taught her a lesson yet. I need to make her understand that not all mistakes can be easily brushed aside with just a simple "I was wrong".
"Hipper, you know, right? If you're caught doing this kind of thing, you'll suffer." The man's left hand covered the back of the girl's neck, his fingertips slowly stroking the warm skin; his right hand fell on her upturned neck, his fingertips gently pressing on her throat, clearly feeling her not-so-rapid heartbeat.
Even at this point, he is not nervous at all. Is it because he has long been accustomed to this kind of catching scene and has become a habitual offender, so even if he is questioned, he can remain indifferent?
Gojo Satoru felt a little angry and unconsciously increased the strength of his fingertips.
"I'm sorry, there won't be a next time." The girl's voice didn't have a hint of coquettishness, nor did she deliberately soften her tone. Her apology was as indifferent as her steady heartbeat at the moment, and there was no sincerity in her voice.
“…”
He remained silent, a soft sigh escaping his throat. He suppressed his irritation and leaned over to gently kiss her lips. As their breaths intertwined, he gently reminded her, "It's too late to apologize now, baby."
The clothes he took off fell onto the slippery bathroom floor and were instantly soaked by the remaining water stains.
This place is just right, no matter how excessive it is, you can stop and clean up at any time.
He swallowed her unspoken cry, suppressed her instinctive resistance. He wanted to see her forced to bow down and endure, to see her subconsciously cling to his vulnerability, to see her finally collapse and cry.
"Hipper, you must be aware of your role as a wife." He suppressed his anger and lowered his voice as he warned her in her ear, taking every word seriously.
He has never been a harsh person - Hipper can be willful, can turn everything upside down, and even use him as an outlet for her emotions. No matter what she does, he is willing to turn a blind eye and give her all his tolerance.
He would take over the troubles and messes caused by his wife without complaint.
But this is the only thing that doesn't work.
He lifted her chin and stared into her tear-soaked pale eyes, looking at the vortex of desire in them.
Hipper can do anything, he can tolerate it. But she must remember her identity. Gojo Satoru's only request to Hipper has always been only one -
A wife's body belongs only to her husband and cannot be defiled by others.
If anyone dared to disrespect her, even with a single disrespectful word, he would crush them without hesitation. But if his wife took the initiative to make a mistake, he would not condone it. He would let her receive the appropriate punishment and patiently teach her the boundaries.
Let her know clearly that love is not a broad charity, but absolute possession. It is private property belonging only to each other and cannot be coveted or shared by others.
So he would warn her over and over again with words, and also let her feel some physical pain - not to hurt her, but just to make her remember how to fulfill her wife's duties, and to let her establish the proper respect for her husband from the bottom of her heart.
She had tears in her eyes and her voice was filled with pleading.
But he acted as if he hadn't heard her. Instead, he lowered his head and talked about something else, even nonchalantly admonishing her, "Don't be a bad child. How can you propose to three men in a row?"
"Bigamy is against the law, little genius." He smiled and rubbed her cheek. His movements were somewhat deliberately gentle, but they almost made her collapse.
"Asshole!" She had said so much, but he ignored her! This lunatic! The girl couldn't hold back her tears and cursed him while choking with sobs, but the strength in her voice was getting weaker and weaker, leaving only a heart full of grievances and powerlessness.
"Asshole?" The man looked up at her with a smile. "Who's the asshole? Who's going too far? Is all you can do with your mouth except begging for mercy?"
He wiped away the tears from her face and saw that she was biting her lips in pain, but he did not soften his heart.
When it comes to her, you must not only know the limits, but also be clear about when to soften your heart and when to stop indulging her, so that she can learn the lesson from her mistakes. The balance of importance must be grasped just right.
If it doesn't hurt a little, how can you remember the lesson?
Well~ It would be more in line with his own wishes to just use all his means to play with her. It was very hard for him to endure always following her preferences.
"Hey~ Hipper, tell me something I want to hear?"
"Hurry up and tell me, or it will hurt."
A brisk threat.
The girl buried herself in her pillow, breathing rapidly as she tried to calm herself down.
"I like Wu the most."
Just liking it? That's not enough.
"Hmm, what else?"
He heard the sound of nails scratching the pillow and her faint cry of pain.
But Gojo Satoru didn't care.
Say something he likes to hear. He really likes this sentence. Since his wife asked him for help, he is happy to do it. Why not satisfy her?
"Are you satisfied?"
She was completely unconscious.
The lesson was over, and it was time to switch to gentle comfort. Gojo Satoru turned her body to face him, and every step he took was tailored to her preferences—slowly kneading her tense muscles, tracing her familiar contours with his fingertips, patiently soothing her remaining grievances, and meticulously satisfying her current dependence.
"Whether it's happiness or pain, it should be given by the husband." Looking down at her, the madness just now faded away, and there was more tenderness and gentleness.
He pinched her chin lightly with his fingertips and guided her to speak: "Say it—I remember it."
There was still a layer of confusion in the girl's eyes. She followed his words and read them out slowly, word by word: "I remember it."
"Good boy."
Gojo Satoru has a clear bottom line for Hipper: she can forget those vows, but before making a mistake again, she must remember the memory of the pain left in her body at this moment - let these feelings help her recall how hard it is to swallow the bitter fruit of angering her husband.
But no matter how hard it was to swallow, she swallowed it anyway, didn't she?
*
After everything finally calmed down, Hipper sat on the bed, his eyes blank, his thoughts wandering, his mind completely empty.
She really didn't want to recall how miserable she had been in those few hours. Every time she recalled it, she realized with incredible clarity: she had been taught a lesson.
"Dear, don't you want to go meet your teacher?"
The culprit threw himself on the bed, tilted his head and looked at her with a smile, and grabbed her wrist bone hanging by her side with a meaningful look, and gently stroked the bloody tooth marks on it with his fingertips.
"Didn't we make an appointment to meet?" He deliberately emphasized the word "appointment", his tone full of both ridicule and warning.
Then, he leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear, and hinted, "Is it really okay to go see him with these marks on your body?"
The wrist bones, the back of the neck, the roots of the legs...those private places are all covered with bite marks left by him. The more private the place is, the clearer and more glaring the marks are.
He wasn't just giving a reminder, he was clearly asserting his sovereignty, and even provoking the two six-eyed men - as long as they took off her clothes, they would be able to clearly see that her body was already covered with the marks of another man.
Haha, you’ll be mad, just like him.
Celestial System Update Countdown: 00:00:00
The permissions for the simulated universe were reopened, and the internal and external data had been connected. Logically, it was time for him to get up and go out to handle the work, but Hipper was still sitting stiffly on the bed, not wanting to move.
How can I go out and see people with all these marks on my body! Gojo-sensei will definitely go crazy if he sees me!
Next time you lie to someone, make sure there are no six-eyed people around first. T^T
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