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All desires melt in the intertwined breaths——
The hug tightened, the kiss deepened, and the last bit of resistance turned into active entanglement.
Open your heart completely and take in the shuddering pain, the suffocating oppression, and the surging joy - all of it.
The six azure eyes reflected the lovable, dangerous and charming appearance of the person beneath them.
Intertwined breaths, tightly bound arms, and the gasps that could no longer be suppressed.
He patiently guided her awkward response and whispered praise in her ear, "You did a great job, your expression is beautiful, and your voice is beautiful."
Tears soaked his hair, staining the entire world into a blur of color. Thoughts had long ceased, but his body followed his guidance without authorization, drowning in a boundless sea of joy.
The sobs were silenced by kisses, the gasps turned into sweet torture. Those eyes filled with passion, that body that honestly spoke of desire - both greedily demanded more, never ending.
"Yes, just like that—open up, dear."
Reason, like a fragile piece of paper, curled up and burned in the scorching heat. She obediently opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and wrapped her arms around the man who brought her endless pleasure - actively seeking a deeper and more lingering kiss.
It doesn't matter if she suffocates, he will always lift her jaw at the right time, and pass the oxygen she needs for survival, along with more sweetness, in the gap between their lips and teeth.
Hipper's initiative was like a fuse, igniting his suppressed impulses. She accepted all the uncontrolled brutality with tears in her eyes.
"If you keep going like this—" He wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, "you'll really be ruined, okay?"
"Just refuse a little, otherwise I'll be tempted to do something even more extreme."
"Wu...hmm." Amidst sobs, she raised her slender neck and actively offered her most vulnerable throat to his fingertips.
“If it’s Satoru…” his voice trembled slightly, “It doesn’t matter if I get broken.”
He was so frightened that his body was shaking, but he still stubbornly refused to retreat even a single step.
"……call."
It was a headache, he almost couldn't help saying such a cute thing, but faced with such temptation he still had to confirm it again.
"Really? Once you start, you won't stop. I won't be gentle, I won't coax you. Well, it still hurts a little, can you bear it?"
"Are you willing to do this?"
As long as she showed the slightest hesitation, even if it was just the trembling of her eyelashes or a moment of stagnation of her breathing, he would immediately step back and restrain all the unbridled desires of the night.
As long as she refuses.
“……?”
The misty tearful eyes slowly opened, and the misty pupils were filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Why...stop?
The brain, soaked in happiness, has long stopped working, and can only instinctively chase the warmth that suddenly left with its eyes.
The afterglow of happiness still flowed through my veins, but it was not enough—I wanted more.
Her slender white legs spontaneously wrapped around his waist, her arms entwined around his neck like vines. An unconscious moan escaped from her parted lips.
Hipper didn't say anything, but gave the most straightforward answer with his body -
I do.
Her long eyelashes drooped, casting subtle shadows on her flushed cheeks. Every inch of skin she touched silently pleaded: Please continue.
This is incredible! No one can refuse such an invitation, right?
"Then--" The ring on the ring finger was gently taken off and fell on the bedside table with a crisp sound.
It's just a ring, it can still be taken off, isn't it taken off now?
"I'm starting~☆"
The hunter finally bared his fangs and whispered in his prey's ear, "You need to cry more beautifully, okay?"
The tears of a lover are like acid that burns through the heart, like silver needles that pierce the bone marrow, but they are also the most deadly stimulant - they make the blood boil and make the soul and flesh tremble.
Sorry, little genius, I'll coax you tomorrow. This time it's your turn to coax the teacher - with your enthusiasm and tears.
He lifted her slender legs with his palms, letting her white hair fall as he leaned over, exchanging a deep kiss with her.
His fingertips traced the curve of the spine, igniting sparks of excitement wherever he touched.
The defense line of reason completely collapsed, he was sealed with a kiss, his neck was strangled, and shameful confessions came one after another.
Pain and pleasure intertwined into a web, and consciousness was blank.
“That’s too much.”
Her accusations were fragmented, like melted honey, and tears kept sliding down her blushing cheeks.
"Hmm~"
Gojo Satoru didn't deny it, and smiled as he kissed away her tears. "We haven't started yet, do you want to give it a try?"
Her already overexcited movements became even more reckless, and the girl collapsed on the bed, her unfocused eyes filled with tears. Her body was still trembling, and she had completely lost the ability to think.
She looked so pitiful, yet she exuded a crazy and tempting fragrance.
"Good girl~" He stroked her sweaty hair with his fingertips, offering her words of encouragement. "Want to try taking the lead?"
Without waiting for an answer, she suddenly turned over, protecting the back of Hipper's head. When the world spun around, she was already on top.
Wait, wait…! ?
She frantically supported her strong chest with her hands, but he grabbed her waist and pushed her down.
"Like this—" the man's voice was beckoning, "How about trying it?"
*
Hipper had been silent for an hour.
Even though they were so close, her back pressed against his chest, her hair entangled in his fingers, he was reluctant to even give her a glance.
She was angry because Gojo Satoru had no self-control in bed and...his behavior was excessive.
Even though I told him enough many times, he kept getting worse and worse, and finally -!
The arm around her waist suddenly tightened, and Gojo Satoru buried his head in her neck. "Forgive me, I will be gentler next time, it won't hurt." His fingertips massaged her sore waist in circles, and the perfect strength made her relax unconsciously.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
The breath beside her ear froze her brain. When she finally turned to glare at him, there was still resentment in her eyes. "You planned this a long time ago, right?"
The pair of slippers that fit perfectly, the towel that was specially prepared, and the pillowcase that was placed under the pillow at some point.
All the clues put together point to an obvious fact: this cunning man had already set up a trap, waiting for her to fall into it.
"Hmm?" He deliberately dragged out the last word, his lips repeatedly pecking at Hipper's blushing cheek. "Are you talking about taking you home?"
The hand clasped at the back of her neck exerted a slight pressure, pressing the girl towards his chest. His sated, lazy voice still carried a lingering desire for control.
"Didn't I want to take you back from the first time we met? I thought you knew it a long time ago?"
"Huh?" Is there?
Hipper froze instantly, even his breathing stopped for a beat.
"You took the initiative to go home with the teacher this time, didn't you?" He lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look directly into those smiling eyes. His thumb caressed her lips in a flirtatious way, and he added with a grin, "If you dare run away, you'll be caught and punished much more than this."
“…”
That's enough.
"abnormal."
The man just snorted a laugh from his nose, ignoring the comment, his fingertips sliding dangerously across her waistline.
"Don't provoke me, I haven't had enough fun yet." The girl immediately pursed her lips and swallowed all her protests. If the experience of collapse again and again like just now was not his limit, then it would be best for her to be more obedient and less talkative.
She has limits, unlike this pervert.
"Now, can you sleep with me for a while?" He relaxed his grip slightly, allowing her to find the most comfortable position. Gently moving her head to the crook of his arm, Gojo Satoru pulled her closer.
"Good night, teacher."
The whispered farewell faded into the fabric of his clothes. When I looked up again, his eyelashes had drooped peacefully, and his chest was rising and falling regularly.
Sleeping very soundly.
Perhaps infected by the tranquility, her eyelids began to feel heavy.
If I sleep for a while, it should be... okay, right?
*
Cheers and curses collided in the air, some people held up their tickets and hugged each other wildly, while others crushed their cigarette butts under their feet.
“Tsk.”
Some people stared at the horse racing ticket in their hands that was only one digit away from the winning number, feeling unwilling to give up.
"Just a little bit."
The cigarette between his fingers burned out silently, and the ashes fell on the shoe surface.
Lost everything again. The few notes left in his wallet couldn't even buy a decent drink. The man, cigarette in hand, squinted his eyes in the sunlight.
It's time to go to work and find a rich woman who is generous with her money and stay with her for a few days.
Buzz——
The cell phone in my trouser pocket suddenly vibrated. I flicked away the cigarette butt that had hit the filter, and stepped on it with my shoe. The sparks made a slight sizzling sound on the sole of my shoe.
An unknown number was flashing on the screen.
Tsk, that’s not Kong Shiyu. Just listen to it for now and hang up if it’s a sales call that costs him money.
The call was connected, and a woman's voice came from the receiver - hoarse, lazy, and mellow like wine, the type he liked.
"Nice to meet you, really." She chuckled, her tone lazy but to the point. "I just lost all my money. Do you want to take on a commission?"
Huh, spy on him? Interesting.
"Who are you?" The man's tone was slightly low, a hint of affronted displeasure rising from his lips. He knew his details so well, it seemed they had been targeting him for a long time. When did such an expert appear in their line of work?
"You can call me Hipper." The woman chuckled, and the rustling of pages could be heard in the background. "Of course, perhaps you are more familiar with another name—"
The air suddenly froze.
"Curser X."
The man's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill ran down his spine - that was the body's most primitive instinctive warning when faced with a fatal threat.
"...This is my first time doing business with you." The man smiled, but his eyes were cold. "If I sell your information—I should be able to make a fortune, right?"
His tone was frivolous, but his muscles were already tense, and every nerve was alert to the surroundings.
"The compensation I give never disappoints." The woman's voice was soft, with a hint of eldership and persuasion. "More than what you earn—no less."
She paused for a moment and spoke with a smile.
"One billion."
“US dollars.”
"Think about it carefully."
This woman's generosity was strange, but it was undeniable that she was indeed the most generous sponsor - and the woman who was most willing to give money that he had ever seen.
One billion dollars, already in the account. He exited the text message interface and lit another cigarette.
"Go ahead, I'll take it."
The more outrageous the reward, the more deadly the danger. Whether this exorbitant price is a pie in the sky or a trap depends entirely on whether this woman is deliberately trying to kill him.
After all... that's Curse Master X, who can curse his target to death with just a word. Why bother hiring a killer like him?
Isn't this funny?
The woman seemed pleased by his straightforward attitude. She chuckled and continued to flip through the pages.
"It's simple." Her tone was as sticky as honey, and each word was like a knife blade coated in honey. "Bring me the Six Eyes—with the Tennimu in your hand."
"Of course, I'll offer you a little help."
"Take it, Shen'er."
The man turned around when he heard the voice and saw an unremarkable young man standing three steps away, holding a black suitcase in his hands - just the safe distance he could tolerate.
After the boxes were handed over, the boy slipped into the crowd like a fish and disappeared in an instant.
With a flick of his fingertips, the lid of the box opened a crack. A cold, white air immediately snaked out, condensing into frost in the air.
Two syringes lay quietly in the icy mist, with dark blue liquid swaying slightly in the glass tubes.
This is not good. Even the medicine is ready.
"What is this?" His voice was colder than the air in the box.
"A safety measure." The woman's tone was as calm as if she were discussing the weather. "It works similarly to the Tian Ni Mou. After the injection, the sorcerer can temporarily become an ordinary person."
The man's pupils suddenly contracted.
Are you kidding me?
This wasn't even on the same level. Tian Nimu only interfered with the magic tools, but this injection... could directly knock those arrogant magicians into the mud.
"You can even come up with something like this..." His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was filled with new scrutiny. "Do you have a grudge against the sorcerer?"
"Spell Master?" The sound of a book closing came through the receiver. The woman chuckled and stood up and walked around. "I hate everything equally."
Fushiguro Shiro wisely suppressed the thought of probing and changed the subject: "My job is just to bring Rokugan to you alive?"
"That's right." The woman's voice suddenly came closer, and the footsteps on the wooden floor stopped abruptly. "But if something unexpected happens—"
Her drawn-out ending tone makes one's heart tighten and makes one listen to her carefully.
"For example, we need to get the six eyes back from another person."
Another text message, the screen lights up - 1.5 billion US dollars.
Tsk, trouble.
Fushiguro Shier stared at the string of dazzling zeros and suddenly understood something - the so-called unexpected link was probably the real killer move in this transaction.
1.5 billion US dollars.
A number even more shocking than kidnapping Rokugan must naturally be exchanged for an equivalent amount of life.
"When did such an expert appear in this field? Can't you give me some information?"
Don’t let the 2.5 billion US dollars be used for his funeral expenses.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. After a moment, the woman let out a sigh - and there was a kind of restrained excitement in that sigh.
"As long as you've seen Six Eyes, you'll be able to lock onto her at first sight."
Is this true? Does she also have six eyes? There can't be two six eyes in the same era. What's going on?
"Special grade sorcerer, Hipper."
"He's the guardian of the six eyes."
The busy tone at the end of the call trembled in the air. Fushiguro Shier stared at the two incoming notifications side by side on his phone screen, his knuckles unconsciously rubbing the handle of the metal box. The cool touch reminded him of the woman's laughing voice.
Six eyes, special grade, Hipper.
Two people, but using the same name.
"interesting."
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