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Click——
The door was pushed open from the outside, and a familiar girl appeared before their eyes. Fushiguro Megumi breathed a sigh of relief. What the hell, he suddenly looked so serious. He thought he was an intruder. It turned out he took off his eyepatch just to see his girlfriend.
But he changed his mind the next second. The girl named Hipper was holding a strangely shaped knife in her hand, which was hanging by her side.
The blade was completely exposed as she moved, and she had no intention of covering it.
However, the atmosphere between the two seemed quite normal. They smiled warmly and looked casual, and they didn't look like they were about to quarrel.
"Tian Ni Mou? You really know how to pick. Where do you want to cut?" The man on the podium threw the chalk into the box, rubbed the chalk dust on his fingertips, and spread his hands, completely defenseless.
Hipper looked at him with a smirk, stopping three steps away, with the tip of the knife pointing downwards, looking non-aggressive.
"The get out of class is over early. The teacher is taking a leave today. Okay, okay, you guys hurry out. Next, the teacher has some family matters to attend to." He waved his hands like he was driving ducks to tell the students to leave quickly and not to get involved in the teacher's emotional problems.
The three students walked out of the classroom hesitantly, their faces filled with worry. Only after they were far away did Gojo Satoru continue his conversation.
"Since you've come to see me, I assume you're here to turn in your paper, okay?" As both the examiner and the test setter, he'd been keeping a close eye on Hipper. A chess game where everything was at stake naturally required constant scrutiny.
Her arrival is the answer itself.
She had to make a choice among a million, to betray her vows and teachings, to drop everything and come to see him - even if it meant coming to stab him, she finally walked in front of him.
He was a latecomer, the third party who had seduced and sowed discord between people. So what? What's the point of just looking at it? It only fueled a dark jealousy.
"You lied to me."
Usually when people meet again after a long separation, the first sentence is crucial as it determines the direction of the subsequent atmosphere.
Between seduction and coaxing, she was the first to question deception.
She cares a lot, she minds a lot.
"Deception is also a form of love." He understood that students wanted to discuss the questions with the teacher after handing in their papers.
"True sincerity doesn't work for you. Admit it, Hipper, you like—even enjoy—being treated this way."
Gojo Satoru took two steps to close the distance between them, grabbed her wrist and lifted it up, pressing it against his heart.
"Deception, cunning, calculation, plunder, these are your true colors." He completely saw through this bad guy, this bad boy who acted recklessly because of favoritism, this bad girl who squandered other people's feelings and bottom line.
She is a bad guy who tramples on other people's hearts wantonly, uses marriage and vows to keep them hanging, and only thinks about filling the emptiness in her own heart.
Her heart is a swamp under the green grass, an abyss under the ice field, a broken bottomless pit, and a greedy and twisted hell.
She is a love-devouring monster who eats her lover but searches for love pitifully.
"Hippo, you are a monster born of love."
…
The girl's pupils suddenly contracted, as if stung by these words. She took a step back, resisting his accusation.
Unwilling to admit one's own weirdness, unwilling to accept the self that has been completely dissected.
Gojo Satoru pulled her into his arms, smoothed her long hair with great patience, and soothed her confusion bit by bit.
"Then you're the cutest too."
"The language of love is not the same for everyone, and everyone's steps are different." The man gently lifted her face, held her cheeks with both hands, and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips.
"Why are you always crying?"
"Temptation, patience, tolerance, understanding, and acceptance." He broke down these words bit by bit and patiently explained them to this bad boy who had done something wrong but had no intention of repenting.
"Love also contains jealousy, possession, escape, suspicion, disappointment, anger and boredom. It is a multiple-choice question and there is never a standard answer." The more he talked, the harder she cried. She shed tears quietly and listened to his lectures quietly.
Listen to his lesson on love.
“If you can’t learn to love, then start with what you are good at. Cheating, testing, evasion and seduction – a bad beginning doesn’t mean the ending will be bad.”
His hands were soaked with Hipper's tears, but her tears still kept pouring out. Looking at her eyes soaked in water, Gojo Satoru couldn't say anything too harsh.
I was just trying to coax her, so why would I say anything excessive?
As a pursuer, a teacher, and a man, when your heart beats for love, your eyes should be focused on her.
Appreciate her beauty, see through her heart, face her flaws and accept them fully.
Analyze her lies, interpret her temptations, patiently wait for her response, and accept her seduction.
"Just be yourself, even if you're hopeless."
Someone will love you, but I hope that person is me.
"Do you accept this reason?" His teaching was never restricted to any location; all the time belonged to Hipper.
But the most important thing now is to please the person in front of you first.
The girl sniffed and lowered her eyes. Gojo Satoru couldn't help but gasp at her little action—whenever she didn't want to be seen in an awkward position, she would avoid eye contact.
But why is she so embarrassed? She is so cute.
He held her chin and gently lifted it up, not allowing her to lower her head.
"Cry for me, Hipper." He didn't think he was saying anything bad at all, and he put a little more pressure on his hands. Hipper followed his movements and stood on tiptoe, putting her face close to his lips.
"Happy, sad, no matter why you cry, let me look at you." Tears are the key to privacy and the ultimate concentration of emotions.
He wanted to keep this precious thing to himself, wanted to see her tears overflowing, and wanted to lick the bitterness.
That was a regret that belonged only to Hipper, the most intense truth that overflowed from her eyes.
"You..." Hipper wanted to ask Gojo Satoru why he fell in love with such a heartless person. She was deceitful and deceitful, full of lies, and she trampled on the sincerity of others.
Why should I like such a twisted, bastard girl with no bottom line?
"Because when you look at me, I see you too." He knew all the unspoken words of Hipper, the hesitation that lingered on the tip of his tongue, the truth hidden beneath the words, he understood them all.
The moment two people look into each other's eyes, their hearts connect and their spirits resonate. The moment their eyes meet, they are already immersed in that icy ocean.
When you were attracted by the Six Eyes, I also saw you through their memories.
Her eyes are like the blue polar ocean, like the cool bright moon in the night sky, like the ripples in an ancient well in summer, and like the raindrops falling quietly on the heart.
She was speechless, suddenly at a loss for words. Filled with resentment, she walked over to Gojo Satoru, but when he finally opened his mouth, she didn't know how to respond.
Even if she wanted to question, accuse, or find fault—she couldn't say anything. Her tongue was frozen, her throat was blocked, and her mind was in a state of confusion.
This shouldn't be the case. She had come here to cause trouble, so why did she feel she shouldn't have come empty-handed?
No, she wasn't empty-handed—she had a knife.
She originally wanted to stab him.
She came to hand in the paper, but at this moment she felt that the answer sheet was blank, as if nothing was written on it.
...A blank paper will mean I fail, right?
"Did I... pass?" She bit her lip in confusion and embarrassment, tears welled up in her eyes again, and tears rolled down her eyelashes, falling on Gojo Satoru's knuckles as she blinked.
So cute! Does that confused and uncertain expression mean she’s not confident?
"You are the perfect answer." Gojo Satoru pulled her into his arms, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head, and lazily announced her final score. "You always get full marks."
The man's love was revealed in every word he spoke, and his eyes and actions were full of tolerance and gentleness.
Hipper felt an indescribable sense of shame, as if a blade of grass had been burdened with excessive dew, bending its arrogant head and unyielding spine.
She was overwhelmed by love and was at a loss for what to do.
Gojo Satoru never received any promises from her. Everything he sought was hidden deep within him. In their relationship, he was the passive one, the tolerant one, and the accepting one.
…
She seemed to have everything, but she was always stingy and kept it to herself, never giving him a single cent.
"What do you want?"
Ask for it to relieve her inexplicable guilt and make her feel more relaxed.
Her eyes were speaking, saying - I'm sorry.
But she knew nothing about it.
"Going home?" He would get what he wanted. He had already gotten it, and Gojo Satoru never minded getting more.
It was a perfect opportunity, a crack in her heart, bait without a hook.
It is a 100% response ticket that allows you to make excessive demands.
The strategy of retreating to advance applies to her most of the time, including now.
The girl put her arms around his waist and gently pressed her cheek against his chest. This was the default answer: take her home.
A good child who has strayed and returned to the right path should be rewarded. You should respond to her promptly and let her know that this behavior is correct and is a way to achieve what she wants.
He wanted to give more, but Hipper seemed satisfied with just a hug. She had been clinging to him since returning to the apartment, refusing to let go, looking at him with soft, pitiful eyes and refusing to let go.
It’s a very cute expression, the eyes are wet and the mouth is soft and pretty. It would be nice if other parts of the face were like this too.
He gently rubbed the top of her furry hair, then slid his palm down her back, finally stopping at her tailbone and rubbing gentle circles.
He softly invited her, "Do you want to do it?"
Last time, he had tested Hipper's desire for sex, and the result was somewhat unexpected - she seemed particularly addicted. However, considering that her physical condition could not withstand repeated intense activities, he had not agreed.
People with weak constitution should not indulge in sexual activities.
It was different now. No longer had to be so cautious about her limits; I could indulge myself to my heart's content.
Occasionally, you should play something special to soothe his patience.
"No." The girl buried her head in his neck and shrank her head, hugging him tighter, rejecting his invitation without thinking.
"Eh? Why?" The sticky ending was long and sweet. He took the initiative. He lifted the girl's long hair and put it to the other side, kissing her cheeks one after another and then spreading it downwards.
"Tell me, why are you refusing?" His hands had already fallen on her waist and were quietly moving up along the slits in her clothes.
"Mmm!" The girl couldn't help but moan as her vulnerable spot was being held. She shrank back, trying to avoid the feeling, but Gojo Satoru placed his head on her shoulder just in time, stopping her from retreating.
"Aren't we pure love?" The girl covered her lips to stop herself from making any more strange noises, and with her other hand tried to pull down the clothes piled on her chest.
"Pure love?" Gojo Satoru bit the familiar word, smiling a bit strangely. "Sure, pure love for a day."
You've been playing with me for so long, it's my turn, right?
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