After Gojo Satoru had completely left the chamber, the old man who had been sitting with his eyes closed slowly opened them.
His gaze swept across the room before settling briefly on the kimono-clad elder and Aoba.
Inwardly, he could only pray for them.
He truly did not understand where those two had found the courage to openly challenge Gojo Satoru.
Did they think their status alone was enough?
What a joke!
According to every classified report he had read, Gojo Satoru's combat ability had already surpassed the level of common sense, reaching the level of unimaginable monsters!
To put it bluntly, gathering the entire supernatural world, the Exorcist, every Demon Hunter organization, and even deploying modern military weaponry would only create a possibility of killing him.
A possibility!
Nothing more than a slight chance.
{T/N: They are unable to understand his power, and because of his limitless he looks like an unstoppable force. }
Otherwise, sending a handful of special-class combatants against him would be no different from delivering food to a monster.
And that Monster would eat without hesitation!
The old man quietly sighed, "Let's adjourn."
His calm voice echoed throughout the meeting room.
"As for the Expedition Team proposal and the matter concerning Rin Okumura, let both topics die here. No one is to bring them up again."
After saying that, he stood up first and slowly walked toward the exit.
Prime Minister Kentaro Ishita followed shortly afterward.
The remaining officials exchanged glances.
Just from the order in which people left, the balance of power within the room was obvious.
Although Prime Minister was the political leader of the country and even the one who sign the contract with the Devil to make them a safety guard, the elders sitting here possessed authority that existed above ordinary means.
One by one, the participants left.
Soon, the underground conference room returned to silence, isolation.
...
Next day — Tuesday,
Sobu High School,
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the faculty office.
Gojo Satoru arrived as usual. He casually sat down in his office chair and poured himself a cup of coffee.
A familiar white lab coat was hanging on the chair nearby.
Just from that alone, he knew that Hiratsuka Shizuka had finally returned.
The scent of fresh coffee drifted through the room.
"Good morning, Gojo-kun!"
A calm but cheerful voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.
Gojo Satoru didn't even need to turn around to know who it was from.
"Good morning, Chihiro-sa."
Chihiro entered carrying a stack of teaching materials and smiled as she walked to her desk.
She sat down and began organizing her lesson plans.
After a few moments, however, she felt that something was strange.
Very strange.
Normally, Gojo Satoru would already be causing trouble.
Either teasing someone or saying something ridiculous.
Even trying to drag people into his nonsense.
Yet today...He was simply sitting there quietly drinking coffee.
Chihiro secretly glanced toward him. The white-haired teacher remained unusually silent forcing her to speak up.
"Gojo-kun."
"Hm?"
"Is something bothering you?"
Gojo Satoru blinked.
Was it really that obvious?
To be fair, he did have something on his mind.
Specifically, whether he should kill a few troublesome old men.
Unfortunately, eliminating them would create unnecessary political chaos.
Gojo Satoru had absolutely no interest in governing the country.
Nor did he have any desire to manage the various organizations of the world.
After thinking about it all night, he had finally reached a conclusion.
If he really wanted to kill someone...He would only kill the two who annoyed him most.
Simple, right?
Putting down his coffee cup, he smiled casually.
"No. You're overthinking it, Chihiro."
"Really?" Chihiro looked unconvinced. Still, she quickly let it go.
There was no point trying to understand Gojo Satoru's thought process anyway.
"Good morning, Satoru. Good morning, Chihiro."
At that moment, another voice sounded from outside.
Click!
The office door opened. Hiratsuka Shizuka walked inside.
The moment she appeared, Chihiro immediately stood up dramatically.
"You scared me! I was organizing my books! You owe me lunch, Shizuka!"
Meanwhile, a certain white-haired teacher launched himself forward.
"You're finally back, Shizuka! I missed you so much!"
Before anyone could react, Gojo Satoru had already buried his face into Hiratsuka Shizuka's soft chest.
The entire office froze.
Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyebrow twitched at her child-like lover.
Chihiro silently looked away with a blush. And just as she had expected.
The next second—
BAM!
A familiar iron fist descended.
"Get off me, idiot!"
"Ow!"
...
During Morning Recess,
After the public display of affection and Shizuka's inevitable "correction" of Satoru's behavior, the tension between them hadn't dissipated — it had only fermented into a desperate, aching need.
As soon as the bell for morning recess rang, Satoru didn't waste a second.
With a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, he caught Shizuka's wrist who had just return from her class, his grip firm yet tender, and practically dragged her toward the staff office toilet.
He kicked the door shut behind them, the lock clicking with a finality, before using curtain so that no one else distrub them.
The space was small, smelling faintly of soap and industrial cleaner, but the moment the door closed, the atmosphere shifted to something else.
Smack!
Kiss!
"Mmm! "
Satoru didn't even let her speak before he crashed his lips against hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a collision of hunger and longing.
Kiss!
"Haa~" Shizuka breath out warm air, as he release her warm pink lips.
"I missed you," he murmured against her lips, his voice dropping an octave, losing its playful childishness and replacing it with a raw, masculine edge. "I felt like I hadn't seen you in years, Shizuka. Just a few hours of classes and I'm going crazy."
Shizuka let out a soft, shaky breath, her arms winding around his neck to pull him closer.
KISS!
This time, she kissed him, with equal fervor her tongue dancing with his in a desperate rhythm.
"You're such a baby, Satoru~," she whispered, though her actions betrayed her words as she arched her body into his. "But... I missed you too. More than I should admit."
Satoru's hands wandered, sliding down from her waist to cup her breasts through the fabric of her professional attire.
Squeeze~~!
He squeezed them firmly, feeling the weight and softness of her, his thumbs rubbing circles over her nipples. As he began to trail kisses down her jawline, moving toward the sensitive skin of her neck.
He nipped at her skin, his breath hot and erratic.
"Satoru... stop," she gasped, tilting her head away slightly, though she didn't push him. "Not there. You'll leave a mark, and I have some class later."
Satoru paused, his lips hovering just a millimeter from her skin. He let out a low, vibrating chuckle that she felt in her chest. "A mark to let everyone know you're mine? I like that idea."
"Idiot," she breathed, but she was smiling. She had really miss this idiot so much.
Since he couldn't mark her neck, Satoru decided to claim her mouth instead.
He captured her lips again, kissing her possessively.
Slurp! Slurp! Lick!
Kiss! Lick! Slurp!
He was devouring her, his tongue sweeping through her mouth as if trying to taste every single part of her.
Squeeze! Squeeze!
While his mouth was occupied, his hands remained busy, kneading her breasts with a rhythmic intensity that had Shizuka whimpering into the kiss.
The friction of the fabric against her nipples was driving her wild, and she could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her thigh, demanding attention.
...
The heat in the small room rose as Satoru leaned back against the wall, his breathing heavy. With a swift motion, he undid his trousers, freeing his massive, throbbing cock. It sprang forward, thick and pulsing, the head already glistening with a bead of clear pre-cum.
Shizuka didn't need to be told. She sank to her knees on the cold tile, her eyes locking onto his. She looked up at him, her expression a mix of affection and hunger. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
Slowly, deliberately, she extended her tongue.
LICKKK~~~~!
She started at the very base, licking upward in one long, wet stroke. Her tongue was warm and soft, leaving a glistening trail of saliva that made his cock shine under the fluorescent lights.
Slurp! Lick! Slurp!
She circled the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the rim, tasting the salty, sweet musk of him with naughty sound.
"It's a little salty~"
She focused on the underside, the sensitive frenulum, flicking her tongue against it repeatedly until Satoru let out a sharp, hissed breath, his cock twitching involuntarily.
Licckkk~!
Twitch!
His cock twitch in response
"Hmm~ "
Finally, she reached the tip, her tongue darting out to lap up the delicious pre-cum. She savored the taste, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she drank him in.
"Mmm, you're so greedy today, Shizuka," Satoru teased, his voice strained. He reached down, running his fingers through her soft hair, tugging slightly to tilt her head back so he could see her face. "Do you like the taste of me that much?"
Shizuka looked up at him, her lips glistening with his fluids, her gaze hooded and addicted.
"Shut up and...let me eat you," she replied in her usual stern tone, though the way she looked at his cock was anything but professional.
Slllliddeee~ SUCK!
She opened her mouth wide and slid her lips over the head of his cock, taking him in deep.
Satoru groaned. Shizuka's mouth was a perfect, warm vacuum.
Slurp! Slurp! Suck!
Suck!
Slurp! Lick! Slurp!
She knew exactly how to use her tongue, swirling it around the head while her throat tightened around the shaft.
She began to move up and down his length, her head bobbing in a steady, rhythmic motion. The sound of it filled the small room—the wet, sloppy slurp and schlick of her mouth sliding over his skin. It sounded like waves crashing on a shore, a constant, rhythmic wash of pleasure.
SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!
She didn't look away from him once; she kept her eyes locked on his clear, sky-blue eyes.
Satoru had removed his blindfold, and the intensity of his gaze was overwhelming. He watched her with a mixture of love and raw lust, seeing the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deeper, the way her throat worked to accommodate his size.
He felt every ripple of her tongue, every squeeze of her lips. He was hovering on the edge, his fingers gripping her hair tighter as he pushed his hips forward, driving himself deeper into her warm, wet throat.
...
After some time,
"I can't take it anymore," Satoru groaned, his voice a guttural rasp.
He didn't give her a chance to respond. He hauled her up, spinning her around and slamming her back against the tiled wall. The impact was sudden, but Shizuka welcomed it, her breath hitching. He had already taken her clothes off.
Without a moment's hesitation, he lined himself up and lunged forward.
THRUST!
He buried his entire length inside her in one powerful thrust. Shizuka's head snapped back against the wall, a loud, piercing moan escaping her lips. "Ahhh! Ahhnn!"
"You're so tight," Satoru gasped, his voice shaking. "Shizuka, you're soaking wet for me."
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
He began to pump into her, his movements frantic and merciless. Each thrust was deep, his cock hitting her womb with a heavy thud that echoed in the small room.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sound of their pelvic bones colliding was rhythmic and loud.
Shizuka wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back to pull him even deeper. She was clinging to him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
KISSSS!
SLURP~~! SLURP! SLURP~~~!
Their mouths met again, their tongues curling around each other in a messy, desperate tangle. They were swapping saliva, their breaths mingling in a chaotic symphony of moans and gasps.
"Haa"
Smack!
SLURP!
Satoru pulled back for a second, only to smack his lips against hers again, his tongue assaulting her mouth with the same intensity he was using on her pussy.
He was digging into her, his cock stretching her walls to their limit.
"Ahhhn! Ahhh!"
Shizuka moaned deep in her throat, the vibration traveling through both of their bodies.
"Satoru... more... please, give me more!" she cried out, her voice breaking.
He didn't give her a second to breathe.
He accelerated, his hips moving in a blur of motion. He was fucking her like a wild animal in heat, driven by the hours of frustration and the thrill of being in a place such as this.
The situation only added to the heat, making every thrust feel like an explosion of fireworks in her gut.
....
Pop!
Satoru suddenly pulled out with a wet pop after sometime, leaving Shizuka gasping and shivering against the wall.
Before she could recover, he gripped her hips and flipped her around. He pressed her bare chest against the cold tiles, forcing her to bend over, her bare ass sticking up in the air.
"Satoru—!" She startled began to talk to the only person who could be responsible, but before she could he silenced her by slamming back into her from behind.
THWACK!
"Ohhhh?!!"
The force of the impact made her gasp, her hands sliding against the wall for support, removing any thought or question as the only thing that was keeped in her mind was pleasure.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ahhh! Hnghh! Ahhhn!"
Satoru was fucking her like no tomorrow, his movements quick and aggressive. He reached around, his large hands grabbing her breasts, massaging them roughly and pinching her hard, pink nipples between his fingers.
Squish! Squish! Squish!
Pinch!
"Ah! Ahh! Satoru, wait—!" she moaned, her voice trembling.
"No waiting," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
He pressed his entire weight against her, his chest crushing her back, his hips slamming into her ass with a relentless pace.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Hghnn! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"
The sound was wet and visceral accompanied by her loving moans, the touch of their bodies creating a heat that felt like it would melt the room.
Plap! Plap!
Kiss! Kiss!
As he hammered into her, Satoru leaned down and pressed a lingering, hot kiss to the nape of her neck. The sudden tenderness amidst the rough sex made Shizuka shiver. She turned her head, looking back at him with wide, glazed eyes.
She whimpered, her voice trailing off into a moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Kiss! Kiss! Bite! Kiss!
Satoru didn't speak a words either. Instead, he began to trail a line of biting kisses down her spine, his teeth grazing her skin while his lower body never stopped its frantic movement.
He was marking her now, not with hickeys, but with the sheer intensity of his presence.
"Because I love you," he whispered against her skin, his voice a low rumble.
He increased the speed, his thrusts becoming shorter and faster, drilling into her with a precision that drove Shizuka over the edge.
She began to scream into the wall, her internal muscles clamping down on his cock in a series of violent spasms.
"I'm coming! Satoru, I'm—!"
"Do it, Shizuka! Come for me!"
KISS!
With one final, deepest thrust that felt like it reached her very soul, Satoru let out a loud groan and emptied himself inside her, while kissing her deeply.
SPLURTTT! SPLURTT! SPLURT!
He pumped wave after wave of hot cum deep into her womb, his body shaking with the intensity of the release.
Shizuka collapsed against the wall, her body twitching in the afterglow, panting heavily, the only sound in the room the dripping cum on the floor and her low breath that too was silent by the kiss.
...
Noon, Class 3-E.
Touma Kazusa slowly opened her eyes.
For several seconds, she stared blankly at the ceiling.
Then she looked around the classroom. Most of the students had already left for lunch.
Only a few remained behind, eating bentos while chatting quietly woth their friends.
Touma Kazusa brushed her beautiful black hair aside.
Lunch?
Forget it.
The cafeteria would be packed with students.
By the time she reached the front of the line, her entire lunch break would be gone.
She would rather spend that time practicing piano.
This routine had continued for years.
Just as she prepared to stand — A familiar voice greeted her.
"Yo, Touma."
A white-haired head suddenly peeked through the back door.
Touma Kazusa blinked.
It was the teacher from yesterday.
The strange one.
How did he know her name? And her class?
She frowned slightly.
"What do you want?"
Gojo Satoru grinned, he was in a very good mood. "Come here."
He waved dramatically at her.
Touma Kazusa sighed. Against her better judgment, she stood up and walked over.
The students nearby stared in disbelief.
Everyone already knew Touma Kazusa was.
Beautiful. Talented. Cold. Unapproachable.
People often failed to even hold a conversation with her.
Many students had tried becoming friends with her. Most gave up after repeated failures, considering it an impossible task.
Yet now she was voluntarily talking to someone.
Even stranger—That someone was Gojo Satoru.
Naturally, everyone's curiosity was through the roof.
...
Outside the classroom,
Touma Kazusa crossed her arms, as she voice her question coldly, "Speak. I was going to the piano room."
Her expression remained completely indifferent, even though her nose was twitching because of the something.
Standing at 168 centimeters, Touma Kazusa was considered tall for a girl.
Yet next to Gojo Satoru's towering height, she still had to tilt her head upward. It was a very frustrating feeling.
"The piano room can wait." Gojo Satoru smiled, "I want to take you somewhere first."
Touma narrowed her eyes, coldly. "Where?"
"You'll see."
"No." She rejected immediately.
"Yes." Gojo was not slower either.
Touma stared at him.
Gojo stared back.
Several seconds passed.
Then Gojo delivered the finishing blow.
"If you want to learn the piece I played yesterday, you'll have to come."
Touma froze.
"..."
Threatened. She was actually being threatened.
{T/N: ?? }
For the first time in her life.
And the worst part?
It worked.
"If you don't come," Gojo continued, "I'm leaving."
"...Fine."
Touma sighed. "I'll go."
Victory.
Gojo raised both hands triumphantly in the air. Many the students who were peeking at them blink in confusion.
....
A few minutes later.
Inside the Service Club.
Click!
Gojo Satoru pushed open the door.
"Welcome back."
Gojo said to himself, as the familiar room appeared before them.
Turning around, he found Touma Kazusa still standing outside.
"What are we doing?"
"Come in."
Touma looked up at the sign at the door,
Service Club.
Honestly...The name sounded suspicious.
Was this even a serious club?
Still, after a brief moment of hesitation, she stepped inside.
"Excuse me."
The moment she entered, she noticed that there were several people already present.
Yukino Yukinoshita.
And the other club members.
Touma immediately recognized Yukino — The ice-princess of Sobu High.
After all, they had met once before at a formal gathering.
The famous second daughter of the Yukinoshita family. Beautiful, Intelligent and carrying an air very similar to her own.
For a brief moment, the two girls looked at each other.
Neither spoke. Neither looked away.
Gojo Satoru glanced between them too.
It felt like two snow queens had just encountered each other.
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