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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 93 : A Stream of Clouds
Gojo the Cat: Do you really not want to take a bite?

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Snowflakes falling into the world, rainwater flowing into the world, whether it was snowflakes or rainwater, would eventually merge into the sea, and then come to the world again.

The water vapor hidden in the clouds condenses into white snow. On the gray and cloudy sky, fine snowflakes fall to the world, falling to the ground, burying everything under pure white.

The blood gradually solidified in the low temperature, and the breath became weaker and weaker in the cold air, and finally, it returned to nothingness.

The overwhelming darkness surged in, and the world was submerged in silence. However, the light golden spring sun suddenly poured out, like the rising sun emerging from the horizon.

The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, with fluttering cherry blossoms arriving in droves, and the warm spring sunshine pouring down from the slender cherry branches.

On a rainy spring day, after the soil haf been soaked, it exudef a moist smell.

The cherry blossoms in full bloom bent the slender branches heavily.

The spring cherry blossoms were blooming beautifully, and the chirping of birds filled the air.

There was a person standing among the spring cherry blossoms like clouds and fire, a woman with long red hair, her red hair pouring down like a waterfall, her back as straight as a green bamboo, standing in the gentle spring sun like flowing water.

When she raised her hand in a shrine maiden's uniform, her wide sleeves slid down. Her arms were as white as lotus joints. Her fingertips gently touched the soft cherry blossoms, and her fingertips gently rubbed them.

She was fascinated when the corners of the other person's lips suddenly curved, revealing a gentle, fox-like smile.

The other party slowly turned towards her, looking through the clouds of spring cherry blossoms, she saw the face with beautiful features, red hair hanging down her shoulders, she was smiling, lazy and cunning, her amber pupils were slightly raised at the end of her eyes, and she smiled loosely.

This face looked familiar.

She thought.

*splash—*

Warm water washed over the smooth floor, and thick water vapor filled the small space.

After she came to her senses, she found that she had dozed off.

It was already late at night when she returned to the dormitory.

After coming back from Kawasaki City, she didn't have a proper rest at all. After coming out of the basement, she realized that she seemed a little tired.

The lights in the dormitory next door were not lit, and there was no one in Satoru's dormitory.

After Yayoi swam into the dormitory like a ghost, she swam into her own dormitory like a ghost and walked directly into the bathroom.

The warm water washed over the surface of her body. After several days of tense nerves relaxing, fatigue rushed to her brows like a tide. She really wanted to sleep until dawn.

Yayoi wiped away the water mist on the mirror. The smooth mirror reflected her reddish skin, her beautiful facial features were reflected in the mirror, and her hair, which had been wetted by hot water, stuck to her fair skin.

Red hair, amber pupils, red lips.

She suddenly knew where that face was.

It was a face that looked very much like hers.

*splash—*

The fluffy head hanging on the wall sprayed warm water, and the smooth ground was covered with shallow water. The water droplets secreted from the hair tips fell, and the warm orange lights rippled in circles.

Yayoi was stunned by the face reflected in the mirror. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was that person's face or her own.

Snowflakes originate from water in the clouds, and water originated from the sea. The water vapor that leaves the sea, whether it turned into rain or snow, would eventually converge into the sea from countless tributaries and rivers.

Just as everyone had their own origin and belonging, birth, death, and the souls of the dead people should return to the other world of death.

Then why was she still alive?

She should be dead.

Why come back to life?

*splash—*

The warm water flowed down herforehead and pattered onto the floor.

The strong smell of blood and the smell of rain were intertwined, and the unrestrained laughter and the muffled sound of thunder sounded in unison.

'A monster in a woman's skin.'

In the rain curtain, the unbridled ridicule of the King of Curses in human skin rang in her ears.

The water droplets on the ends of the hair kept secreting and falling. This hair was like a flame that burned everything, like the blood she had seen dripping down the stone steps.

A monster who cursed her parents to death, an alien who violated the laws of life.

She thought about something that happened a long time ago.

'So I am a monster? A monster called "vessel".'

Yayoi lowered her eyelashes, thinking this was the best explanation.

The water mist that filled the bathroom once again covered the smooth mirror, and the face reflected on it seemed to be covered with a veil, blurring everything in the mirror.

Yayoi turned off the water heater, took off the towel on the shelf, and wiped her hair twice until the ends of her hair no longer secreted water droplets. Then she hung up the towel, took off the bath towel and wrapped it around himself, and swam out of the bathroom like a ghost.

Her eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that they could close anytime and anywhere. Yayoi held on to her will and floated all the way to the bed with her bare feet, slamming onto the bed.

The soft bedding made her seem to be sinking into the clouds. Yayoi moved her nose, and a sweet smell filled her nasal cavity.

The bedding was soft, warm, and smelled sweet.

She thought of the marshmallows at the Summer Festival. The sellers who sold the candy twisted the delicate and soft sugar threads into white clouds. They were sweet and beautiful. When she opened her mouth and bit it, it was like biting into a cloud, leaving a sweet taste on the tip of her tongue.

Yayoi moved her nose, moved herself, buried her face in the heat source, muttered a few vague words, and fell asleep deeply.

The person whose bed was climbed into without permission was left confused.

Satoru was confused when she broke into someone else's room. He also wanted to ask Yayoi how she managed to ignore such a big person like himself and threw herself on the bed unconsciously before falling asleep.

The sleeping Yayoi was like a kitten wrapped with its tail curled up in Satoru's arms, and her warm breath fell on his collarbone, like soft feathers, sweeping over it.

It's fatal.

Just fall asleep like that.

But... but...

'Don't just wrap yourself in a bath towel and pounce on me!'

Satoru Gojo, a cat who had been single for 28 years, was in bad shape.

The white cat was shocked, little redhead, little redhead, what were you going to do to me the poor cat, little redhead?!

"...Yayoi?" Satoru carefully poked Yayoi's face, his fingertips sinking directly into the soft skin.

The sleeping person groaned twice and slowly opened her eyes. Her amber eyes met the bright eyes of the sky, and his wildly beating heart suddenly stopped at this moment.

The close breaths, the entangled heartbeats, the temperature rising silently, making people feel uncomfortable and hot, and Satoru's Adam's apple rolled twice.

"...Gojo?" The eyes were covered with a layer of mist, like a confused cat.

After confirming that it was the uninvited big cat, Yayoi fell asleep.

Satoru felt okay, "...hey, hey, you should be careful!"
Although he had been single for twenty-eight years, he was a normal man!

"It's not like we haven't slept together before." Satoru heard Yayoi say vaguely, and at the end, she touched his hair, "I'm so tired, please let me sleep, I'm sleepy..."

Gojo the Cat who was petted: "..." That made sense.

His eyes accidentally fell on the red lips, which were filled with soft and bright water.

Satoru Gojo, who has been single for twenty-eight years, found that his eyes and himself seem to be two different creatures. He had clearly tried his best to restrain his desires, but his eyes were moving downwards without restraint by reason.

A graceful jaw, a fair and slender neck, beautiful collarbones, the light was thinly reflected on the fair skin, and the pores were tiny and invisible.

His eyes finally rested on the slender collarbone, but Yayoi was sleeping soundly alone, with half of her face buried directly in the pillow.

Satoru realized that her hair was not dry. Her moist red hair was scattered among the white quilts, and her long eyelashes were covered with a thin mist of water.

So he went to the closet and found a large T-shirt, and took the hair dryer.

Satoru held Yayoi's waist, picked her up from the bed, and put her on his lap. The red-haired woman who was dragged up by others while sleeping was pouted unhappily. She opened his eyes and looked at Satoru unhappily.

Satoru: "..."
Looked like an unhappy cat.

"Yayoi, you are in danger." Satoru covered her eyes to prevent her from looking at him. He couldn't control what would happen if they kept looking at each other.

Yayoi yawned, disapprovingly, and asked nonchalantly, "Are you going to hit me?"

Satoru: "...that's not the case."

"Dry your hair first and sleep like this. You will have a headache tomorrow morning." Satoru suddenly thought that Yayoi seemed to have coaxed him in this way more than ten years ago.

The white-haired young man smiled. Was this a change of fortune?

"I won't get sick." Yayoi muttered, yawned, and wanted to fall asleep again.

However, Satoru held her waist with one hand and dragged the back of her head to his shoulders with the other hand.

"There's really nothing I can do about you." Satoru said, "I'll help you do it."

Satoru put a T-shirt from the closet on the person sitting on his lap, like putting clothes on a doll. The large T-shirt made the person become thinner, like a lazy cat. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she snored and dozed off.

Yayoi let Satoru fiddle with her hair, holding on to the fight's eyelids to prevent them from closing.

"Why do you always say that you won't get sick?" Satoru asked casually. He noticed that Yayoi always said 'I won't get sick' or similar words.

But everyone got sick, and the strongest one even got tooth decay.

The orange-flavored shampoo filled the nasal cavity, and her scent was all over the bedding.

The collar of the T-shirt was too loose and hung halfway on Yayoi's shoulders, exposing most of her fair and round shoulders.

Satoru saw the black incantation on the back of her neck. Thanks to the loose clothes, he finally saw a small part of the incantation engraved on her body.

Satoru paused and continued blow-drying her hair as if nothing had happened.

"I just won't get sick." Her eyelids were heavy and she was fighting. The whistling wind lingered in her ears. Yayoi put her chin on Satoru's shoulder and muttered, "I'm a monster. Of course monsters can't get sick."

Satoru's hand holding the hair dryer paused, and he narrowed his eyelashes to cover the gloom in his eyes, "Who said that?"

The person lying on his shoulder looked like a cat that had done something wrong, with a muffled voice and droopy ears.

"Sukuna said that." Yayoi unknowingly sold her brother. Yayoi tilted her head and leaned her face against Satoru's neck. "I think he is right, many people have said so."

The hair dryer was still whirring, so Satoru turned off the switch and put it aside. He cupped Yayoi's cheeks with both hands and hummed lightly on her face a few times. Yayoi raised her eyelids with half-open eyes. She looked at Satoru confused.

"Then we're even the same." Drowsily, Yayoi seemed to hear him say that, and then she was stuffed into the quilt. After the bedside lamp was turned off, he took the advantage and slid into bed. Inside, he held her waist, hummed twice, and slept on the same bed with her openly.

"You are not a monster, you are obviously a big cat." Yayoi muttered a few words and fell into sleep.

Satoru was stunned for a moment, hoarsely, and laughed softly.

Six Eyes's vision was very clear even in the dark. The hair scattered between the quilts rubbed against the skin, making the person feel itchy. The breath falling on the skin was shallow and warm. Satoru's eyes stayed on the beautiful supraclavicular.

Satoru ground his teeth. He really felt that Yayoi wasn't a human being tonight.

Satoru Gojo, who was in a complicated mood, hugged her a little tighter. When her body temperature passed through the thin clothes, it was too clear. He lowered her head, and his soft hair brushed against Yayoi's cheek and her neck. Finally, it settled on the neck.

Satoru opened his mouth and bit down on her collarbone with his teeth.

Yayoi, who was hurt by the bite, pushed his head with no avail. After groaning twice, she wanted to turn over, but Satoru took her back, and finally fell asleep.

White curtains hung quietly on both sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the moonlight was neatly divided by the window frames and reflected on the wooden floor.

He suddenly realized that Yayoi had many secrets.

Bits and pieces of pictures flowed through his mind, the little redhead who was occasionally in a daze, the little redhead with a tigerish face, the little redhead who was confused. Satoru realized that there were many things about Yayoi that he didn't know, such as why did she learn how to control cursed energy without a teacher? For example, why was someone carving incantation on her back?

This feeling of knowing nothingwas really unpleasant.

Satoru buried his face in the crook of Yayoi's neck, and gently rubbed the main artery of her neck with his fingertips. The soft touch of the skin came from his fingertips little by little.

This was her fatal weakness.

Having known her for such a long time, Satoru clearly knew that Yayoi was missing all the strings in her brain, but her instinct was like being knocked into her blood by a wild beast. She didn't like to be in too much contact with people. Except for her mother and cat, no one could touch her vitality so intimately.

So, was he the special one?

Satoru half-closed his eyes, listening to the beating of her heart and even breathing, and slowly fell into sleep.

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Her vision went from blurry to clear. After the ceiling, which was originally only a blurry color block, became clear little by little, her consciousness also became clear.

The cicadas chirping outside the window kept rising and falling, and the undulating mountains were covered with a thin layer of mist, like a thin layer of gauze.

Yayoi wanted to get up, but found that her waist was pressed by something, and a warm feeling continued to spread along her waist.

She carefully opened the quilt and found that there was a big white cat in her bed.

Satoru was obviously sleeping soundly. His white hair was standing up restlessly. The hem of his clothes was lifted, and half of his waist was exposed. The tight muscles of his abdomen and smooth body curves were clearly visible. He held her waist and refused to let go.

Yayoi wanted to get up, but Satoru dragged her back to the bed. He hummed twice, rubbed her waist twice, and muttered, "Sleep a little longer."

Yayoi was stunned for a moment, then decisively stretched out her hands. While the kitty was sleeping, she pulled two handfuls of the kitty's hair, which was huddled in the bed and hugging her waist and refused to let go, making it soft and smooth.

The hands around her waist suddenly tightened, and Yayoi was caught off guard and met a pair of blue cat eyes. The big white cat narrowed its eyes slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Yayoi, it's very dangerous early in the morning."

The redhead's face was filled with questions. She looked at herself and saw that she was wearing a loose T-shirt that hung tightly on her shoulders. There was no other clothing under the T-shirt.

She felt a little in danger inexplicably.

Yayoi curled up her toes. The way Satoru looked now, it's like seeing a yummy cat.

"You came into my room again." Yayoi lowered her eyes and looked at man who didn't want to get up.

Gojo the Cat purred twice and raised his chin lazily like a feline, decisively avoiding the problem.

Yayoi felt itchy and couldn't help but reach out and touch Satoru's chin.

When the soft fingertips touched his chin, Satoru's movements froze. He opened his eyes, his magnificent blue eyes filled with depressing danger.

Satoru grabbed the hand that was restlessly stroking up and down his chin, rubbing her fingertips back and forth.

Yayoi twitched her hand, but did not twitch.

"I told you, this is dangerous." Satoru narrowed his eyes, as dangerous as a big cat preparing to prey.

Yayoi looked confused, and was caught off guard and her neck was grabbed, she was dragged down to the bed by Satoru.

The hand holding her finger clasped her wrist directly, and the hand that suppressed her sank into the quilt.

Red hair spilled out between the white bedding. Yayoi's eyes widened under the heavy breathing. Hot breath sprayed into the crook of her neck. The moment his soft lips touched the sensitive skin, Yayoi felt that all the pores on her body stood up.

"Gojo?" Yayoi's lips trembled a few times and she spoke tremblingly. She suddenly realized that the cat this morning was so scary.

Was this what happened if you pet the kitty without his consent? QAQ

So Yayoi was bitten by the cat. The cat picked out the most sensitive spot on the back of her neck, opened his mouth and bit it, leaving a clear circle of teeth marks on it. The pain made Yayoi gasp.

"Why did you bite me?" Yayoi burst into tears in pain and patted Satoru's head, asking him to quickly move his head away from her neck.

The big cat licked his lips with satisfaction after biting the person, and the eyebrows showed the satisfaction of having eaten and drank enough.

"You can bite me too~" Satoru's voice was hoarse and low, with a strong nasal tone.

Yayoi believed him and took advantage of every opportunity to slip out of his arms like a loach. This time she was more thoughtful and ran to the bathroom and locked the bathroom door tightly.

"Are you really not going to bite?" Satoru banged the door outside the bathroom and asked maliciously, "I don't mind~"

"No bite!" Yayoi's answer was decisive.

Yayoi felt extremely hot, and the heat spread silently on her face. When she came to her senses, she looked at the mirror in the bathroom and found that the face reflected in the mirror was extremely red.

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