Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 122
Chapter 122: Fills the Corner of the Courtyard
Marriage makes cats crazy.
The autumn sunshine had lost its scorching temperature and passed through the gaps between the layers of tree shades. When it fell on people's skin, there would always be waves of warmth.
Cats like to take a nap under the shade of trees on sunny days. Their eyes narrow into two slits, and they curl up into a ball and lie in the shadow.
Yellow leaves fell all over the floor outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the rustling wind mixed with the singing of wind chimes.
In the silent mountains, birds fluttered their wings and flew into the gorgeous sky.
Opened her eyes, the dazzling red wave was dazzling.
Her vision was hazy, and her retinas were filled with brilliant red.
The sky seemed to be on fire. The crimson sunset hung precariously on the mountains. The golden-red glow filled the entire college, as if it was splashed with red paint.
The remaining daylight hung dangling on the rolling mountains. When her consciousness returned, she raised her head and the black coat slipped from her shoulders.
Probably asleep on the floor under the eaves.
The sun was too warm and comfortable.
She didn't even know when she fell asleep.
The feeling under her head was not a hard floor, but much softer than the floor.
She raised her head drowsily, and a white chin came into view, and then lips were as soft as strawberry jelly.
"You're back?" Yayoi said sleepily.
The other person didn't speak, just pursed his lips and smiled.
Yayoi lay on Satoru's lap, looking at him smiling with his lips pursed.
He was in a good mood.
She remembered that when the sixteen-year-old Satoru smiled, the sharp lip line stretched out at the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his lips always had an arrogant edge. When the twenty-eight-year-old Satoru smiled, the sharp edge was hidden in the upward curve of the corners of his lips.
She stretched out her hand and put her finger on Satoru's lips. With a little pressure, the soft lips sunk down a little.
It's soft and really looked like strawberry jelly.
Satoru grabbed her hand, rubbed it against his cheek a few times, put it to his mouth and kissed her, his cat-like blue eyes curled up, and then he spoke meaningfully, "What are you going to do to your lovely husband?"
"I just think your lips look like strawberry jelly." Yayoi answered honestly.
The golden-red sunset filled her clear eyes, like a lake filled with sunset glow.
The hot breath slowly approached the ears, and the hot temperature climbed onto the cheeks.
"Have you ever eaten strawberry jelly?"
He whispered into her ear.
Satoru picked her up and put her on his lap, holding her waist with one hand, and picking up the hanging red silk with the other hand. The gorgeous red poured down from the white fingers, and the palm of his hand went up all the way. He lingered on the soft cheek, gently rubbing it with his fingertips and palms.
The hands climbed up to his shoulders, like a drowning person holding onto driftwood. Her fingers suddenly began to tighten, gripping the fabric on his shoulders until it was wrinkled.
Satoru brought her lips to hers and began to suck slowly, his teeth gently grinding back and forth on the soft lips. His warm tongue tip slid into her mouth and entangled them hotly.
Her body couldn't help but tremble, her breathing was disordered, her chest was rising and falling, her hand on the other person's shoulder became harder and harder, and tears overflowed from her eyes.
This kiss was very gentle, very gentle and in line with Satoru's style. The white cat always eats slowly. After tasting the taste briefly, he would make sure it suited his taste before going deeper.
Her consciousness was dragged to the bottomless place by him, deep into the boundless seabed, and seemed to be trapped in soft clouds.
Indistinguishable reality and illusion, hot breaths entangled together, warm ripples in the mouth.
The beautiful sunset rose and fell, and the evening wind lingered.
"Breathe."
After a long time, she heard a familiar voice.
The parted lips pulled out bright silver threads, and after the soft lips were filled with blood, they were as beautiful as poppies.
"Yayoi, breathe." He kissed his wife on the hot cheek.
Her chest heaved violently, Yayoi gasped for air, her amber eyes seemed to be soaked in water, and her eyes were soft, like melted syrup.
He kissed her hair and her forehead.
"Don't forget to breathe." He closed his eyes and laughed hoarsely, with a lingering tone.
"Ungh..."
Her language organization ability temporarily collapsed, and she couldn't even speak a complete word. Yayoi was like a fish that landed on the beach, leaning softly in Satoru's arms, with her forehead on his shoulder, supported by the other person's hand. Her waist held her in his arms like a child.
Based on the current situation, she was temporarily unable to answer Satoru's questions.
Yayoi bit her lip and raised her head, just in time to see the curve of Satoru's lips. The lips were a lot redder from the kiss just now, like the beautiful cherry blossoms in spring.
He really enjoyed doing this kind of thing.
In the few days since her wedding, Satoru's interest had not been lacking at all. A small move was like an insignificant spark. A little carelessness could start a fire and start burning her along with it.
"Why do you always like to do this kind of thing?" Yayoi bit her lip.
"Huh?" Satoru held her waist, pulled her into his arms, and lowered his head to look at her.
Even with the blindfold on, Yayoi could see the innocent expression on that face.
"I thought you liked it." Satoru's tone was as innocent as his expression.
The haze-like dark blue fills the sky little by little, the evening wind rushed through the mountains, and the shadows fall from the branches and fall on the faces close at hand.
"You obviously like it very much." Satoru's tone was extremely innocent and a little aggrieved. Most of his face was sunk in the thick shadow of his forehead, so she couldn't see his expression.
Yayoi: "..."
The wheel of the car pierced her face and ran her over, even though they were driving the car together.
Yayoi moved her shoulders, but the hands around her waist tightened. Satoru hugged her and refused to let go, thinking in silence for a moment.
Yayoi opened her amber eyes wide and stared at the big cat, who had become more and more evil-minded since their marriage.
"You have changed." Yayoi muttered.
You were obviously not like this before you got married.
Marriage was indeed the grave of love.
"What has changed?" Satoru lowered his head and rubbed his wife's forehead. The soft hair on her forehead swept against her chin, tickling her.
Yayoi wanted to say that you would never just run up and kiss her before, but in retrospect, the twenty-eight-year-old Satoru always gave her the feeling that he was deliberately suppressing her since they reunited in Sendai.
Yayoi pursed her lips and grabbed the hem of his clothes. The wide collar was wrinkled by her grip, "Did you like me a long time ago?"
"What do you think?" Satoru kissed her forehead, "If you guess right, you'll get a prize."
Yayoi's ears turned red from his kiss, and the hot temperature climbed all the way to her cheeks.
"Can not guess."
Earlier, probably dating back to junior high school, Yayoi, who was still in junior high school, was a little red-haired girl with an empty head. How could the little red-haired girl know what the white cat was thinking? Cats' thoughts were never easy to guess, and they also like to hide their thoughts behind a bad face.
"I've always liked you."
The breath approached her ears, and the hot breath fell on the ear bones and the skin of the back of her neck.
Yayoi blinked.
When he was in high school, Satoru would never say that he liked her. In other words, the high school boy Satoru was always in a hurry when faced with his liking. He had a tough mouth, a bad temper, and was disliked by others. He would fight with the little redhead, a junior high school student. He stroked her hair but never pulled it out.
"That's not what a cat climbing on my fence would say." Yayoi blinked and said seriously.
"Because the cat can now go through the front door openly." The hands around Yayoi's waist tightened, and Satoru purred and rubbed Yayoi's cheek.
"Yayoi, you can't go~" The big white cat nuzzled and made a voice full of grievances, "Ah, why is there such a thing as a job in this world?"
"Nanamin is right, labor is bullsh*t..." The white cat kept complaining. While complaining, he cried and said that he didn't want to be separated from his lovely wife, and he was terribly wronged.
The furry head dug into the crook of Yayoi's neck, ruffling the hair at the temples, breathing heavily into her neck, and the collar was messed up by him.
"I'm just on a business trip. I'll be back in two days." Yayoi comforted her cat.
The more she comforted the cat, the more aggrieved it seemed. The big white cat hugged his wife, muttered something in a low voice, and then continued to rub her.
Yayoi could guarantee that what he muttered in her ear was — we're going to have to kill those rotten oranges sooner or later.
Yayoi held his cheek and kissed him on the lips like a dragonfly touching water.
The white cat's mood became visibly happy, and the background board was filled with happy little flowers.
Yayoi pulled off his blindfold again, his pale blue eyes sunk in the silhouette of the setting sun, emitting a faint blue light, like the eyes of a cat that glows at night, and the half-draped eyelashes look like ebony branches covered with frost and snow.
She couldn't hold back and kissed those beautiful eyes. Gojo the Cat was even more satisfied. There seemed to be a big fluffy tail on its back, and it swung around happily.
"I don't want to be separated from you." Satoru puffed up his cheeks, and his hair as soft as dove feathers brushed Yayoi's neck occasionally. He hugged the person and spoke like an angry child, "I didn’t want it before getting married, and I didn’t want it even after getting married."
The rustling sound of wind came in through the gap between the windows, and the white curtains undulated slightly in the cool autumn breeze.
Yayoi couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled. She held his cheek and gently rubbed the end of his eyes with her fingertips.
"You must be the cutest cat in the world." She blinked, and her smile was like syrup melting under her eyes, rippling like warm waves.
Satoru, who was judged by Yayoi to be the cutest cat in the world, purred and hugged her under the eaves for a long time before letting go.
The chirping of crickets rose and fell, and the mercury-like moonlight streamed into the house along the windowsill.
"Obviously you don't have to go~" After taking a shower, Satoru put on a white top and murmured, hugging his wife and sitting on the soft bed. Because he had to be separated from his wife temporarily, even if it was only for about two days, the white cat was quite reluctant.
"I'm the strongest." Satoru said, "Just leave it to me."
Everything could be left to him.
Satoru's eyes fell on his wrist, and a white hand rested on his wrist.
Yayoi's hand grabbed Satoru's wrist, her amber eyes as calm as a windless lake.
"You are the strongest, I know." The hand holding Satoru's wrist fell on his fingers. Satoru's palm was much larger than Yayoi's, and Yayoi could only hold his fingers.
The slender white fingertips scratched Yayoi's palm, which made Yayoi's palm itch. The bright light fell into the blue pupils, and the cat-like blue eyes curved up playfully.
Yayoi tightened her grip, signaling him not to cause trouble.
"I want to be with you." Yayoi said firmly, "I'm not as strong as you."
Yayoi thought for a moment and added, "I'm not as smart as you."
When he was in junior high school, Satoru tutored Yayoi in mathematics. How should he put it, Yayoi's IQ was indeed not online in this regard.
Satoru couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
"Don't laugh!" As soon as he smiled, Yayoi couldn't say any more, and the hot temperature climbed up her cheeks. She rushed forward, covering Satoru's mouth from laughing, and the two of them fell on the bed together.
The back of Satoru's head hit the bed directly. The bed was covered with soft cushions. It didn't hurt if he fell on it, but it just added a little extra weight to his body.
"If you keep laughing, I won't talk to you!" Yayoi straddled Satoru's waist and covered his mouth, her cheeks red.
"Hmm." Satoru, who was pinned down by Yayoi, stopped laughing. He nodded with a serious expression, indicating that he would not laugh. He was serious.
The sky-like blue eyes were curved, like a cunning cat. This angle was just right to see his wife's red cheeks and the smooth curve of her delicate white jaw.
Satoru twisted his waist, supported his wife's waist with both hands, and adjusted himself into a comfortable position.
Confirming that he would not cause trouble again, Yayoi slightly loosened her hand covering Satoru's mouth, but was grabbed back by Satoru.
He brought his wife's hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips.
The fingers in her hand trembled, and she let him hold her. Her red hair seemed to have grown longer, and the ends of her hair fell directly onto the quilt.
Her amber eyes looked at him quietly, "It would be very lonely if I left everything to you."
Be it gods or devils, they were still isolated from the crowd in disguise.
Satoru was a human being who could act coquettishly, get sleepy, and like to eat a lot of sweets.
Loneliness was not like death. It could take away life simply and neatly. After death, it would no longer be uncomfortable. Yayoi had experienced loneliness for decades. It was like a dull knife, not fatal. It would be sharpened in her heart until death. Every time she recalled it, it hurt.
"I don't want you to be too lonely." Yayoi said softly with her red eyelashes halfway down, "Obviously we are already husband and wife."
"It's going to be hard," Yayoi said.
"I know." Satoru said happily.
There were many slender nerves gathered on the fingertips. The warm lips were pressed against her fingers. The soft tip of her tongue flicked through the nails. The hot temperature burned all the way up the nerves.
No matter what, you would be with me.
Satoru smiled with his eyebrows creasing, "I know everything."
Yayoi had used the technique in front of both curses spirits and curse users. Now that it was confirmed that there was a rotten orange in the top management who was colluding with the curse users, it would be a matter of time before Yayoi's technique was noticed.
The jutsu was exposed at the exchange event and two curse users were repelled. What's more, one of them was the notorious special grade curse user "Suguru Geto". Although the real Suguru had turned into a little fox and was currently struggling in the sea of Miracle Suguru, but his body was being used by an impostor. Without knowing the extent of the opponent's cursed technique, the higher-ups immediately sentenced him to death after receiving the news that "Suguru Geto" was still alive.
At the same time, their attention also shifted to Yayoi, the sorcerer who could compete with Suguru. Although the other person kept saying that she was just an ordinary assistant teacher, her boss was still Satoru Gojo.
After the exchange event, the higher-ups immediately sent someone to contact Yayoi to try to find out her details.
Since Yuta, the forces belonging to Satoru have become more and more powerful. Satoru had never been obedient. With the addition of a woman with the level of a special grade sorcerer, their status in the jujutsu community that was based on strength was in jeopardy.
Unfortunately, Satoru acted faster. He took the person to the city hall to register the marriage.
This mission was probably also a test of rotten oranges.
Satoru smacked his lips, extremely unhappy, "She is already my wife, why are you testing her?"
His wife, of course, was his.
"I will come back as soon as possible." Yayoi blinked, "I will also bring you a souvenir."
The white cat held his wife's waist, twisted her waist, and pushed Yayoi down onto the soft bed.
"What are you doing?" Yayoi blinked in confusion, unable to realize what he was going to do.
"Seal." Satoru kissed her lips.
Yayoi was stunned.
The silver gauze-like moonlight was cut by the curtains, and the chirping of night insects continued.
The warmth of the palm was against the skin of the back, sliding along the soft back and across the spine section by section, and the body temperature belonging to another person was tightly attached to the body.
Yayoi paused and opened her mouth to refuse. The white cat showed a pitiful expression as if he was hurt. She hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hands and hugged his neck.
"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, don't go too far." She still chose to indulge.
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Marriage was the end of love.
Getting married was scary.
Marriage made the cat crazy.
Satoru dragged her around for most of the night before he could stop.
When she woke up in the morning, her body was covered in messes, and the marks on her neck were heavy, like faded red plums on rice paper. Although the marks had faded a lot, they were so numerous that Yayoi's scalp felt numb.
She had to pull up her collar and cover her neck tightly.
The style of her uniform was very similar to Satoru's, both have thick collars, and when pulled up, her neck was completely covered.
Satoru, who was brushing his teeth next to her, spit out the foam in his mouth, gargled his mouth, wiped his face with a towel, hooked his fingers on her collar and pulled it down, lowered his head and opened his mouth in one go, leaving another bite mark.
"...Gojo!" Yayoi was so angry with him that she suppressed the dangerous trembling in her voice. However, her hair and face were red now, and she had no deterrent effect at all.
Satoru licked his lips, which made Yayoi's cheeks feel hot. After a moment, she saw Satoru lowering his head.
The big cat tugged at her sleeves aggrievedly and lowered his head, like a pitiful cat, "Yayoi~"
I was wrong, I would dare again next time.
Yayoi: "..."
Hold it, hold it, I couldn't tolerate this cat anymore.
"Wife~" The white cat raised his head, and his misty blue eyes came into view.
"Next time... you can't go so far." It was as if a basin of cold water poured down on her head, extinguishing the anger that was rising above her head.
"Okay."
There seemed to be a big tail swung behind him, and Satoru's face was filled with a sweet and gentle smile, and he rushed up to nuzzle her.
Yayoi inexplicably felt that the fire she put out before it started had no effect. Instead, it gave Satoru the confidence to make further progress in the future.
When the assistant director's car arrived at the entrance to the high school, Satoru was sticky for a long time, and reluctantly put Yayoi in the car. Behind him were four students with incomprehensible expressions. Megumi's hair was as spiky as a sea urchin, and his already stinky face became even more stinky. It looked like he might call out the Divine Dogs and bite him at any time. Nobara looked like she might take out a hammer and hit the unreliable teacher on the head at any time. Junpei felt that he was very full this morning, but he had only eaten eight minutes of breakfast.
The wind was quiet in the autumn morning, and the green plants beside the driveway are peeling off slightly curled yellow leaves.
The sky was as blue as water, and the asphalt road stretched all the way into the distance.
Yuji looked at the assistant director's car gradually driving away, and then looked back at the teacher who had a particularly dangerous aura because he and his wife were temporarily separated. He was speechless and choked with words.
A man nearly two meters tall stood under the washed blue sky, with his hands in his pockets. The clouds and mists above his head came and went, casting and then removing shadows on the ground.
"I'm so kind."
Yuji heard his teacher say this.
At this moment, he didn't even kill and beat up those rotten oranges that were getting in the way of him and his wife of getting close. He was so kind.
Yuji: "..."
Marriage made people crazy.
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#High school Satoru VS 28 y.o Satoru
28 y.o Satoru: I have a wife, do you have a wife? You don't have! (akimbo laughed wildly.jpg)
High school Satoru: I am￥%*#……@*!!!! You beast! You actually attacked little redhead!!! (flushed face.jpg)
High school Brother Suguru & high school Shoko: Hello, police station? There are two beasts here.
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