Chapter 20 Warning
Let's go back a little bit.
Gojo Satoru and Yagami Masamichi arrived at the back mountain and, after passing through layers of barriers, entered an old-fashioned, rustic house.
Someone was responsible for checking him for any dangerous or prohibited items.
Despite being subjected to all sorts of random cursed artifacts for testing, Gojo Satoru obediently turned around, but what he said sent chills down one's spine: "They test you every time you come, but that doesn't stop me from blowing you up."
When exactly do you plan to abandon this formalism?
The person conducting the test bowed deeply: "Gojo, you can go in now."
Gojo Satoru had no intention of bullying the underlings; he strode into the room at the far end of the corridor.
He greeted them very warmly: "Hey, old oranges, not one of you is missing, and you're all still alive and well."
Apart from him, no one else could be seen in the room except for eight screens. Behind the screens, people were enveloped by a barrier. Some were there in person, while others were merely projections of their power. The barrier concealed their presence and protected them from external attacks.
Gojo Satoru's enthusiasm didn't receive the same response, but he didn't stand on ceremony. He pulled up a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and leaned back slightly. He tapped his knee lightly with his right fingers.
This room hides many things that are too timid to be seen by others, so it is lit by candlelight instead of a bright lamp.
The candlelight shone on Gojo Satoru, casting his figure in both light and shadow.
"My time is precious, so just tell me what you need to say."
"Make it clear beforehand, don't say too many things that will upset me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.
After a while, someone finally spoke.
"Gojo Satoru, do you still know the publicly known rules of sorcery? Article Nine: If a sorcerer uses a spell to kill an ordinary person, they are considered a sorcerer and sentenced to death."
Gojo Satoru discussed with great interest: "So? You want to kill me?"
"Under normal circumstances, people being executed in this situation would resist, right? Should I also try to resist? Kill you all and defect to join the ranks of curse masters?"
"How was the result?"
Gojo Satoru exuded murderous intent, his gaze icy cold. Those present knew he wasn't joking and truly had the ability to make his words come true, and they immediately became anxious.
"Gojo Satoru!"
“You are the current head of the Gojo family, and we know that you are wholeheartedly devoted to the world of jutsu. You have done a great job in completing your missions over the past few years, and we believe in you.”
"We just want to understand the situation."
They chattered amongst themselves, stiffly uttering what they thought were gentle words.
Gojo Satoru, lacking patience, said, "It's a bit noisy."
The higher-ups immediately fell silent.
“I have no obligation to explain myself to you. You can come up with countless excuses for yourselves. Pointless probing is a waste of my time, and I'm not always that patient.”
"The reason I'm here to see you today is to warn you—don't try to get close to Yuya Kojima, and don't try to get near him."
Gojo Satoru's words were essentially telling these higher-ups very bluntly that Yuu Koshino was also his weakness, his Achilles' heel.
He did this because he now has the strength to protect Yuya.
“If you don’t behave, I don’t mind killing you,” Gojo Satoru said with a smile. “You are not irreplaceable.”
"I'm keeping you around only because you're still useful."
Gojo Satoru stood up.
"Good students can't skip class, so I'll head back now."
He left without anyone daring to stop him.
Long after Gojo Satoru left, soft, muffled complaints could be heard in the room.
"I already said, let's pretend this never happened."
"You insist on seeing that little deer, Yuya."
"When has Gojo Satoru ever listened to us?"
"What's wrong? Trying to shirk responsibility? Why didn't you object when you brought it up in the first place?"
"..."
"Speak up, are you pretending to be dead now?"
"I don't care anymore. From now on, don't ask me to participate in anything related to Gojo Satoru. I will abstain from any decision, no matter what it is."
"Me too……"
The murmurs of discussion grew fainter and fainter until finally no one spoke up anymore.
**
Having resolved the issue of the rotten oranges, Gojo Satoru couldn't wait to find Yuya Kojima.
Firstly, it was to acknowledge merit; secondly, it was to dispel misfortune.
After dealing with those rotten oranges, I felt like I smelled terrible.
You have to hug Yuya and take a deep breath to feel better.
With this in mind, Gojo Satoru found his dorm room and saw clothes belonging to Ozaka Yuya scattered all over the floor outside Natsuyuki's door.
Then, what he saw was Xia Youjie holding a blushing Yuya and touching him inappropriately.
That damn hand was already inside my clothes!
Poor Yuya was powerless to resist Jie's coercion and was already on the verge of tears.
Listen to what Jack the Cat, the Sneaky Cat, has to say!
Let Yuya comfort him with his body!
Gojo was furious.
He rushed over and knocked Xia Youjie aside.
With a "rip" sound, Yuya's clothes were torn open by Gojo Satoru.
The popped button rolled several times on the ground before lying flat.
Yuya's face turned bright red.
Not only was his white shirt torn, but Gojo Satoru also pulled the shirt off his shoulders, and no matter how much Yuya resisted, it was useless.
"Yuya, did Jay do anything to you? Did he touch you? Where did he touch you? Your stomach? Your legs? Your butt? What else did he do besides touching you? Did he kiss you? Did he kiss you on the lips? If he did, did he stick out his tongue?" Liu Yan didn't miss any detail and only felt relieved after confirming that there were no hickeys or scratches on Yuya's body.
Gojo Satoru looked at him with exasperation: "Yuya! You need to be careful! Just look at Jae's sly, squinty eyes; you can tell he's no good. You can't let him run wild."
Xiao Lu Youye blushed and hurriedly put her clothes back on, only to feel a headache coming on.
"Gojo Satoru, what's gotten into you all of a sudden?"
He addressed me by my full name, which shows he was quite angry.
Gojo Satoru was shocked, his face full of grievance: "Crazy? Yuya, how could you say that?"
"I'm so worried about your chastity!"
He spoke with conviction.
Xia Youjie couldn't help but laugh.
You wouldn't understand these things.
Yi You is also emotionally oblivious; he simply doesn't understand what such intimate contact means. He also doesn't understand that love can develop between men.
That Dazai Osamu... has always protected Yuya very well in this regard.
As expected, Yuya Kojima gave him a 'you're really crazy' look: "What does this have to do with my chastity?"
"Besides, none of the things Xia You mentioned did to me. Why would two guys like us kiss for no reason? That's something couples do."
Gojo Satoru said with a serious expression: "A kiss between lovers is a kiss, but there can be situations where people who are not lovers kiss forcibly. That's what I'm worried about, Yuya."
"What you're saying is even stranger. Why did Xia You kiss me for no reason? Do you think I'm some kind of lucky charm? I was just trying to relieve my thirst for skin, I wouldn't do anything strange."
Upon hearing about the skin-thirsty syndrome, Gojo Satoru almost instantly knew what had just happened. He looked at Xia Youjie with a half-smile, and Xia Youjie calmly responded with a smile.
Gojo thought: As expected of Fox Jack, he can even find such an excuse.
He did not expose Xia Youjie's excuse.
Instead, they readily agreed.
“Since it’s skin rashes, there’s nothing we can do. Yuya, you’re such a kind person, willing to help Jie. If I ever unfortunately get this disease, Yuya, you must help me too.”
Yuya Kojima: "If you two both have skin cravings, then why don't you just stick to each other? Anyway, you two are usually pretty close, right?"
Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suguru both showed disgusted expressions and said in unison, "I don't want Suguru/Satoru."
The two looked at each other, then simultaneously looked away.
"snort."
The buttons on the clothes popped open and couldn't be fastened, so he could only hold them with his hands. Yuya glared at Gojo Satoru and said, "I just bought these clothes and this is the first time I've worn them."
"It's just clothes, I'll compensate you. I have plenty of unopened clothes in my closet, take whatever you like," Gojo Satoru said nonchalantly.
Yuya Kojima held up his hand to his own head, then to Satoru Gojo's head, his face expressionless: "Do you think your clothes suit me?"
Gojo Satoru imagined that scene.
Yuya was wearing his shirt, which was so big it just covered his hips. If he weren't wearing pants, his thighs would be exposed.
Yuya would definitely feel uncomfortable wearing other people's clothes, and he might blush and nervously tug at the hem of the clothes.
That field...
Gojo Satoru quickly covered his nose, and red blood seeped from between his fingers: "...Perfect!"
"That's settled! I'll give all the clothes in my closet to Yuya!"
Yuya was shocked: "More than that, you got a nosebleed."
Xia Youjie pulled over two sheets of toilet paper and handed them over: "In this kind of weather, it's indeed easier to get a sore throat."
"Wu, wipe it clean. If possible, put it in your ears and wipe your brain too."
"I don't need your clothes, just compensate me, 5000 yen."
Gojo Satoru didn't care: "My cards are all with you, you can just deduct the money directly, as many 5,000 yen amounts as you like."
Yuya muttered softly, "I won't take your money randomly. I just want my normal compensation."
"Speaking of which... since I gave you money, Yuya, does that mean your clothes belong to me?" Gojo Satoru had stopped his nosebleed, and his eyes, clearer than the sky, were full of mischievous ideas. "I tore your clothes, I paid for them, and you used the money to buy new clothes, so does that mean these torn old clothes belong to me?"
Yuya Koshiya pondered, "It seems to make some sense?"
"I can give it to you, but these clothes are all torn, what can you do with them?"
Gojo Satoru said confidently, "Hanging it on the wall reminds me that I can't tear Yuya's clothes so casually anymore."
...
nerve.
Now, while Xiao Lu You was cursing his peers in his heart, he was becoming increasingly calm.
Unable to resist Gojo Satoru's persistent nagging, Yuya Koshino eventually gave away the clothes.
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*Quoted from the official formula book
Question: Where did the clothes go, and what did they do with them?
Wumi, you got ripped off last time we booked a room, and you got ripped off again this time. You're always jumping around and making a big splash, but why can't you get up when it really matters? (It's driving me crazy!)
I checked my drafts, and Dazai is still in the later chapters. There were so few comments on the last chapter; have I been given too much space to read again? (crying)
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