Chapter 46, page 45
【Extra#黑武#】
Warning beforehand ↓↓
#ooc my fault
#Partial second-person perspective [you]
#DualPerspective
#When the strongest breaks free from self-imposed constraints#
#When the strongest sorcery master becomes the enemy of the sorcery world#
#Everyone in this world is my enemy except you#
Gojo Satoru never dirties his hands; his body is always spotless. Even when committing wicked deeds, he manages to exude an air of celestial justice, as if nothing can taint him, as if he is immune to all poisons.
"Hmm?" He paused for a moment upon hearing your comment, a rare sight for you, and leaned closer to examine him. "Why do you say that?" He softened his expression, leaning down to let you rub his face.
"I've never seen you dirty."
Maybe they exist, but you haven't seen them.
I really want to see him all dirty and disheveled, or...
"so?"
A single blow pierced through the clamoring enemy, the fatal wound at close range causing blood to splatter all over him.
Without the hindrance of limitless techniques, he seemed to be getting... a little closer to the evil of this world.
Bloodstains fell on her pristine white hair, and tiny red marks clung to her long eyelashes.
One side of his body was completely stained with this color.
Even if a black trench coat is dyed, you can't tell.
But she could smell it.
Gojo Satoru finally has a scent other than sweetness.
"Are you satisfied with what you see?" He tilted his head and brought his clean side closer to you, pressing his cheek against yours, his skin touching yours intimately.
You've always known very well how well your lover, Gojo Satoru, matches your aesthetic tastes.
He basically doesn't say anything, he just looks at you, and you can just go along with him and then be bewitched by him without even realizing it.
At this moment, his disheveled fall from grace doesn't pique your curiosity as much anymore. His nonchalant attitude is really annoying; it's completely catering to your preferences.
Even though you are absolutely captivated by his appearance right now.
Wu Tiao Wu was an unpredictable and enigmatic person, whose behavior was often impossible to anticipate. Even now, thinking about it still amazes you—how exactly did you manage to subdue this strongest being?
"If you don't move, I'll just stick close to you." He hugs you from behind, his hand gently resting on your waist. He bends down and buries his face in your neck, deliberately lowering his voice to tease you in a tone you like.
How could I possibly refuse you?
Soft, delicate kisses landed on your face, tender and lingering.
He always tries to avoid hurting you when you're intimate. If you cry out in pain, he stops, and the infatuation in his eyes is immediately replaced by a dark mist.
He seemed to recall an unpleasant memory because of your cry of pain. He then stopped what he was doing, and although he was also enjoying himself, he restrained himself. He will try his best to repeatedly ask you—
"Does it still hurt?"
He didn't know the truth until he confirmed it himself.
Your pain always triggers his nerves. When you're in pain, he tenses up; when you say it doesn't hurt anymore, he's still on edge.
Because I regret not being able to come to you in time in the past.
It's more accurate to describe it as a deep-seated regret.
You have tamed the strongest.
You make him uneasy, you make him kneel down for you, you make him show fear and timidity.
It's all because of you.
You have won this game.
You once so desperately wanted to drag him into the mire, to make him lose his mind, to make him unrestrained, to let him go crazy and mad.
You did it.
You are his everything now.
But you regret it.
He felt both regret and secret joy.
You've ruined him.
But he's yours now.
"...Don't cry."
While tidying my clothes, I glanced up at you and saw you silently shedding tears. My calm eyes were immediately filled with panic.
He racked his brains to comfort you, but your few tears seemed like an irresistible tsunami to him.
The attempts to comfort you were incredibly clumsy.
You were comforted by his clumsy way of putting it.
He carefully wiped away a tear from the corner of your eye, breathed a sigh of relief, and had a "I'm saved" expression.
From then on, he would glance at you every now and then, no matter what he was doing. Even if you were sitting quietly at the table, he would still come out to check on you halfway through cooking, making sure you were still there.
You've stripped him of his arrogance, his backbone. Like having his spine removed, he's lost his support and collapsed before you.
But he's always watching you.
Shedding past stubbornness and madness, only tranquility remains.
You took away his arrogance as Gojo Satoru, and in return, you became his arrogance.
You are his backbone.
His vanished past, those chapters, everything that belonged to Gojo Satoru, whom everyone still trusted...
It all manifests in you.
You couldn't help but burst into tears.
He embraces you silently, gently patting your back, just like always.
I am a truly heinous villain.
Coward!
This isn't the Gojō I wanted!
He should clearly resemble—
Your self-criticism abruptly ends.
He should be as free as ever, arrogant and mad as ever.
Protect what he can protect, and teach what he can teach.
Instead of being trapped beside you like this, shrouded in darkness, losing all vitality.
It's just because I love you and want to protect you.
It's too heavy.
You want him to stay the same as he used to be.
But... you'll never have any contact with him again.
By avoiding meeting in the very beginning and eliminating all possibilities of meeting, Gojo Satoru remained the same Gojo Satoru.
That spirited, arrogant, and strongest.
The most radiant image remains in your heart.
Even though you hated him to death back then.
I was too greedy.
Wanting his complete favoritism while also wanting him to be as dazzling as he used to be. This is inherently paradoxical, impossible.
There is no perfect solution.
You still succumbed to your own selfishness.
Gojo Satoru was indeed very good in the past, but he had too many concerns and entanglements back then, and you weren't his number one yet.
What about now?
The world is your playground.
He's hopelessly wicked because of you.
I love you more than anything.
"I love Wu Liao the most!"
After he finished crying, you immediately hugged him, and he relaxed.
I love the way you love me, and maybe you can teach me what love is in this distorted world.
You are my love.
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If I hadn't met you, you would still be Gojo Satoru.
There are no "ifs".
Even if he did, he would personally kill his past self.
That's far from satisfactory.
Bound by outdated rules, they shackle themselves layer upon layer.
To teach students, to transmit ideas, and to save humanity.
What kind of nonsense is this?
Even a single glance from Airi couldn't compare.
That arrogant expression made him want to punch him.
How could someone as terrible as me be so unforgettable to the ideal of love?
That stupid, pathetic look?
He wanted to smash Wu Tiaowu's skull.
It's too much of an eyesore.
Am I not enough to satisfy Airi now? I am the strongest now, even stronger than before. Whatever you want to do, whatever you want to play, I can arrange it all for you.
Nod to me.
Let me know, let me confirm that you are needed.
I need your affirmation.
For the one I love, be her blade, become her throne, step on my heart, above all others, and even I will submit to her.
I bowed my head to her, but she made me raise my head.
"What kind of monster will I become if even you don't look at me?"
No, it won't.
Look at me.
I am your mirror; whatever you look like, I am just like you.
To sink together.
What will happen to this world? What changes will occur in the world of sorcery? What disasters will befall humanity? How will the spirits of sorcery rise to power?
Nothing compares to your warmth.
Their lives, their righteousness, their resistance, their pleas for help—all pale in comparison to your simple statement, "I'm sleepy."
The world ends here.
It got dark, the wind stopped, and you fell asleep.
"Shh-"
Don't wake my darling, hurry and run away while you still have time. I won't leave her until she wakes up.
I told you, you can see me anywhere, and I'll take you with me wherever I go.
I won't use apologies or vows on you. But if you want to hear me concoct a clever vow, not a single word I've said to you is a lie.
I will go all out for you, leave no way out, and ensure that nothing goes wrong.
She's so cute.
"How can you kill people so cleanly? You don't seem like you're doing anything wrong at all."
"Like a trial..."
"You're so clean, nothing can touch you, you're immune to all poisons."
She clung to your back, holding your hand and muttering complaints about you. You were stunned when you heard what she said; so that's how she saw you.
Want to get him dirty?
It's actually very simple.
Just like now.
Blood covered his white hair, and specks of crimson splattered on his cheek.
Are you satisfied with what you see?
Is it dirty enough?
She blinked and smiled, just like you like.
He was obsessed with her; without madness, he couldn't live.
What do you mean by being immune to all poisons? I'm clearly poisoned by you to the point that no medicine can cure me.
Whatever your color, that's what I am too.
Like a shadow, I am always with you.
Every step you take leaves a trace of my presence.
Don't blame yourself; it wasn't you who dragged me into the abyss and made me fall into the mud.
You've worked so hard all this time.
This was my own initiative.
Six Eyes' downfall was of his own volition.
No one forced him to make a choice.
He came to your side voluntarily.
I am willing to be surrounded by you.
Willingly.
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