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III: Extra Story
Chapter 144: Side Story · 3
With You (Part 1)

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The sky before dawn was gloomy.

The sky before sunrise was a gloomy dark purple, and the ancient forests were quietly sleeping in the gauze-like mist.

The sky at dawn was quiet, the small animals in the forests were quiet, and the big cat in the quilt was quiet.

The golden light spread along the window frame of the floor-to-ceiling window all the way into the indoor floor. The smooth floor was washed brightly by the morning sun, and the white curtains swayed and cast soft shadows.

Before falling asleep, both of them forgot to draw the curtains.

When the first ray of sunlight broke into the room, Yayoi had already opened her eyes.

The light in the morning was very good. Thanks to the fact that neither of them thought of drawing the curtains last night, Yayoi opened her eyes and saw the white cat with half of his face sunken into the pillow.

It was a rare time for Satoru to stay quiet at bedtime, and the sleeping cat was also a rare picture.

Yayoi raised her head slightly, her eyes passed the big cat sleeping outside, and fell on the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was eight o'clock in the morning, and it was still early.

Satoru returned to the technical college in the early morning. After taking a shower and changing clothes next door, he tiptoed to the next door, which was Yayoi's room. Like a silent cat moving in the night, he crawled into her bed with ease, hugged her for a few times, and then fell asleep soundly.

Before getting married, the two lived in the teacher's dormitory. They were the only ones living in the whole dormitory. Their rooms were next to each other, so they could visit each other at any time. The teacher's dormitory of the technical college was like a single apartment, so it was not a big problem to squeeze in one more person. After getting married, Satoru basically did not go back to his dormitory, and settled down in Yayoi's room openly.

Feeling a little heavy on her waist, Yayoi moved her arms and touched the hand around her waist.

The sleeping Satoru was quiet and harmless, as if he was really a big, soft cat with soft fur. His breathing was shallow, his chest rose and fell regularly, and his thick eyelashes cast a faint silhouette under his eyes.

The soft hair was restlessly sticking up at the ends, and the hair on the forehead was close to the end of the eye.

A little cute, no, very cute.

Yayoi felt itchy in her heart, and she was eager to pet the cat.

The chirping of birds chased past the window, and the gentle morning light flowed into the room.

Yayoi looked for a long time, and gently lifted her body from the arms around her waist. Her body tilted slightly, and her hair slid down her shoulders, meandered along her back, and fell on the bed.

She leaned down carefully, stretched out her hand to her big cat, and carefully pushed the hair on her cheek with her hand. The morning wind moved the curtains, and the rustling sound of the wind lingered in the room. In the gentle wind, she lowered her head and carefully kissed him on the forehead, as if a dragonfly gently touched ripples on the water.

The achievement of a good morning kiss was achieved.

Yayoi curved her eyes, and her amber eyes were like the sunlight dancing among the lush branches and leaves.

The hand on her waist suddenly tightened, and the five fingers of the hand against her lower back tightened a little unconsciously.

Yayoi paused, "Did I wake you up?"

The big cat in the quilt opened his eyes, and the light and shadow floated in the pale blue pupils under the thick eyelashes. The white eyelashes trembled slightly, as if the plum branches wrapped in frost and snow trembled.

"No." The big white cat had a strong nasal tone in his voice. He closed his eyes again, tightened his hands around Yayoi's waist, and directly circled the person in his arms, "I haven't woken up yet."
So you could continue.

"Yayoi is doing bad things behind my back." Satoru raised his head and rubbed his wife's forehead, and the big white cat purred with satisfaction.

"It's a fair morning kiss." Yayoi seriously corrected her cat.

The big white cat purred with his eyes closed, without any intention of getting up.

"Good morning kiss, I want more." Yayoi seemed to see a big cat purring and acting cute.

Yayoi paused, her eyes fell on the cat's face that was blinking at her, and she thought seriously for a while, and made up her mind, "The sun is shining on your butt, get up quickly."
No kiss.

Her intuition told her that if she followed him, she would not be able to get up on time this morning.

The bright and thin sunlight slanted into the floor of the teacher's dormitory, and the dry and crisp fallen leaves ran with their heads down in the rustling wind, and ran into the room.

The air fell into a quiet silence.

The slightly trembling eyelashes were like a lonely plum branch in the snowy wind, the clear blue eyes were covered with a thin mist, and the ends of the hair that were curled up seemed to droop down.

The big white cat was very sad.

The invisible arrow hit her heart, Yayoi's conscience was strongly condemned, and her firm belief was shaky.

Yayoi took a deep breath and looked at the big white cat seriously, with a serious expression, "Just for a while..."

Before she finished speaking, the hand around her waist loosened, one hand was raised and placed on her head, the palm of the hand was against her back and gently rubbed, the red hair gently rubbed against the warm hand.

Yayoi was stunned for a moment.

The hand holding the back of her head used a little strength, and the warm breath rushed towards her.

The temperature falling on the lips was soft and warm, and it was also sweet and greasy.

The second hand on the clock face rotated slowly, time fell with the sound of dripping rain, the sun shone through the glass window, and dust floated in the thin sunlight.

The air was filled with the rustling sound of fabrics rubbing against each other, and the red hair was winding between the quilts, like the finest silk.

The breathing became heavy, and the vision changed suddenly. In an instant, the ceiling of the room came into view.

The weight on her body increases, and the sound of the heartbeat could be heard through the chest. The nerves were instinctively tensed, and her fingers were subconsciously folded. After a while, the fabric on Satoru's shoulders was wrinkled.

The warm feeling was like the ripples on the surface of a lake in spring, warm and lazy.

The folded five fingers tightly grasp the fabric in the hand, and the soft quilt held up the long red hair. Yayoi tilted her head, and her amber pupils were filled with a thin mist. After losing focus, they were blurred and hazy.

The red lips slightly opened, panting slightly, with bright water on the lips and tongue.

The broad palm pressed against the slender waist, and the warmth of the other's palm was continuously transmitted through the thin pajamas. The palm slid down, and Yayoi's fingers holding the fabric kept tightening.

The fingers holding the fabric on Satoru's shoulders slowly loosened, and the arms were slightly raised, and both hands were around Satoru's neck.

Consciousness sank in the warm frenzy, and vaguely heard the sporadic bird call and the slow wind.

The sun slowly climbed up the foothills, and the clear bird call echoed in the semicircular sky covering the mountains and forests, and the sunlight seemed to be still.

Half of her face was buried in the pillow, and the cold green pine mixed with the sweet smell of icing sugar penetrated into her nose. Yayoi opened her eyes and stared at the bathroom door without blinking, lying on the bedsheets like a red salted fish.

The amber eyes turned and fell on the alarm clock on the bedside.

The black second hand was still spinning, making a ticking sound.

Yayoi tilted her head and buried her whole face in the pillow.

—It was noon again.

Satoru came out of the bathroom and saw his wife, who was like an ostrich, burying her head in the quilt and shutting herself up. He felt itchy and raised his feet to bypass the furniture in front of him, walked all the way to the bed, and dug her out of the quilt.

His palm touched the waist, and the palm of his hand pressed against the side abdomen and slowly massaged it.

Her body was sticky, and Yayoi moved her waist, and the sore feeling was like a snake wrapped around her waist.

She tilted her head and buried her face in Satoru's chest and continued to shut herself up.

"It's very late." Satoru lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

Yayoi puffed up her cheeks, and looked at him with her amber eyes without blinking, like an angry cat. Satoru felt itchy in his heart, and couldn't help lowering his head to kiss her eyes.

Yayoi mumbled, "I want to get up."

"Wait a moment." Satoru held her tightly and refused to let go, like a big cat addicted to catnip, holding her hard and rubbing her.

After sticking to each other for a long time, he let her go and let her get up and wash.

The two originally planned to go back to Gojo's house together. According to the original plan, they would be able to return to the main house during the day. However, because of Satoru's behavior, they were delayed until noon and arrived in Kamigyo Ward near dusk.

Satoru's hometown, the Gojo's house, was located in Kyoto. The ancient and prosperous capital was home to a large number of sorcerer families, and was known as the "Holy Land of Sorcery" by people in the circle.

The area where the Gojo's house was located was far away from the bustling city. It was located in Kamigyo Ward, Kyoto City, Kyoto Prefecture. The Kamo River flowed slowly along the east like a long silk. The Kitano-tenmangu Shrine, which worshiped the ancestor of the Gojo family, the god of learning Michizane Sugawara, was located in this area. It was said that on the Plum Blossom Festival on February 25 every year, red and white plum blossoms would be offered in front of the Kitano-tenmangu Shrine, and tea parties would be held for celebrations all day.

It was said that the plum trees in Kamigyo Ward were very beautiful.

"Are the plum blossoms beautiful?"

The train slid along the rails to the distance. Female high school students in uniforms, office workers carrying briefcases, and passengers carrying backpacks were crowded together in the shaking compartment, like sardines squeezed together in a can.

Satoru thought for a moment, took Yayoi's hand, walked through the busy crowd to the corner, pushed Yayoi into the corner, and blocked the crowd.

Kyoto in December was a bit cold, and Satoru's hands were also a bit cold.

She rubbed her husband's thumb with her thumb for a few times, and Yayoi thought for a moment, put Satoru's hand into her pocket, and put her own hand in her pocket. The uniform of the technical college was loose, and Satoru's hand was much larger than hers. The two hands put together and filled the pocket.

Satoru paused, leaned down slightly, and rubbed his chin on Yayoi's hair for a few times, and the sweet smell of citrus penetrated into his nose.

"Very beautiful," Satoru said softly, "but very boring."

The colder the weather, the more beautiful the plum blossoms were. The ancient temples stand in layers among the plum blossoms like clouds and mist. He was always outside the crowd, looking down at these arrogant and cold plums from afar, and looking down at the people singing and dancing in the plum blossoms from afar.

These eyes that seem to be able to see everything were feared and kept at a distance.

The human heart was filled with ugly things that people didn't want others to see, so naturally they were afraid to let these eyes see them. This child was too transparent, and these eyes were too demonic, as if they could see through everything. His existence was like a mirror. People didn't want to see the ugly self reflected in the mirror, and chose to stay away from it out of self-deception.

Later, he put on sunglasses and covered his eyes, but it was still the same.

These eyes were kept at a distance, and the owner of these eyes was still feared.

The warmth in the palm of his hand continued to come, and the unhappiness that spread in his heart dissipated a little.

He looked out the window. The river running through Kyoto was like a beautiful piece of silk, with traditional Japanese roofs dotted on both sides of the ribbon.

The plum blossoms had not yet bloomed.

"Yayoi, shall we go see the plum blossoms?" The voice was soft, the tail tone was drawn out, and it was as sweet as icing sugar.

"Okay, I'll prepare some snacks."

Yayoi tilted her head, her ear pressed against his chest, and in the noisy crowd, she listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Satoru held his wife in his arms with satisfaction.

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It was almost evening when he returned to the Gojo's house.

Yayoi thought the people of the Gojo family were very strange. Just in terms of their attitude towards Satoru's marriage, the whole family was shocked when they saw the wife of their family head being led back by the family head.

Yayoi's ears were sharp, and he heard the maid's muttering from a distance.

"The patriarch is finally willing to get married."
"Yes, when the news came back some time ago, the elders were almost crying."
"But the patriarch has such a personality, is it really okay for the madam..."

Yayoi: "..."
Your patriarch was still here.

Yayoi gently squeezed Satoru's palm, Satoru blinked his eyes and looked at her innocently.

Compared with the other two families, because of Satoru, the Gojo family did not follow the Big Three Sorcerer Families' attitude of sticking to tradition. The rules at their home were much more relaxed, and the maids and servants were also bolder. At least in the other two families, no maid dared to look at the head of the family's wife with curious eyes.

The maid assigned to her was called Tsubaki, which was also known as camellia. This flower bloomed in spring, and the maid was as energetic as a flower that bloomed in spring.

Children of this age should still be in school.

"It's still vacation now." The little girl kept chattering while helping her to tidy up her kimono, her black eyes sparkling, "I will go back to school after the vacation."

According to her, her parents had long abandoned her because she had no cursed energy and could not see the cursed spirits. Her parents said she would only be a drag, so Satoru sent her to an ordinary school in Kyoto and provided her with a sum of money for her studies in the name of the head of the family. During the holidays, she would return to the Gojo's house and do some chores at home, and she would be paid accordingly.

Without cursed energy and unable to see the cursed spirits, before Satoru tooke over the family, such a little girl would only die in the Gojo family; as a maid, or be thrown to others as a concubine.

Satoru sent her to an ordinary school and gave her a part-time job. She treated this job as an important part-time job and the compensation she received as pocket money. She could buy her favorite dresses, beautiful hairpins, and books she liked. Recently, she was saving money to go to Europe because she wanted to study abroad and become a doctor in the future.

"Do you feel it's hard?" Yayoi touched the little girl's hair, which was soft and black.

"Not hard." The little girl smiled brightly, as dazzling as cherry blossoms blooming in spring, "The patriarch is a good person."

Satoru searched for those who didn't have a cursed energy in the entire Gojo family. He sent the young children directly to ordinary schools and provided them with enough money to complete their compulsory education. Those who were a little older and over the age of studying could choose to go as "window" or do ordinary jobs. It was up to them to choose whether to stay in the world of sorcery or go somewhere else in the future.

Where to stay, where the future was, and what choices to make for themselves were all up to them.

Yayoi suddenly remembered what Satoru said, that it was unforgivable to deprive young people of their youth; a smile appeared unconsciously in her eyes.

"Although he is a good man, his character is really bad." The little girl frowned.

Yayoi: "..."

Tsubaki naggingly arranged the wide belt for Yayoi, "I thought he would be single for the rest of his life, but I didn't expect someone would dare to marry him... oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I said the wrong thing! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Although the patriarch has a very bad character, he is very gentle and knows everything! Except for his character, he is a perfect person! Madam, you will definitely not lose out if you marry him!"

The little girl who realized that she had said the wrong thing kept apologizing, and she was trying her best to create the image of a good man for Satoru. Yayoi stuffed her with two lollipops as a trivial thank-you gift.

Tsubaki was very happy to receive the thank-you gift, and she jumped away with the lollipops in her pocket like a treasure.

Yayoi watched the little girl jump and leave the Japanese-style room.

The moon was like a jade that had been carefully polished by a jade craftsman, hanging far away on the roof of an ancient and layered temple, and the black branches trembled in the dark night wind.

The kimono that Tsubaki brought her was an iro-tomesode, with bright red plum branches printed on the soft fabric. [1]

Yayoi was not used to wearing kimonos. On the one hand, she didn't wear it very often. The first time she wore a kimono properly was when she was very young and lived in Sumida, Tokyo. At the summer fireworks' festival, she wore a kimono painted with small goldfish. On the other hand, she always felt that such delicate and elegant clothes didn't match her.

Yayoi carefully picked up the corner of the kimono and walked out.

The mercury-like moonlight poured onto the floor along the grooves of the eaves tiles. The branches after the leaves faded were slender and lonely, and even the shadows cast on the ground were slender.

She stepped barefoot onto the floor outside. The maid who was cleaning the room had wiped the floor clean. She could even see the vague reflection of the moon on it.

She walked unsteadily, fearing that she would wrinkle the kimono that Tsubaki had worked so hard to tidy up for her.

A shadow of a person appeared in her field of vision, and a hand held her waist steadily.

The person holding her up was steady and powerful. She subconsciously held the arm and raised her eyelids. Her eyes fell on the silver-white hair curled in the moonlight. Every strand of hair in the moonlight was soft and transparent, and there was light in the pale blue pupils.

Yayoi was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on her cheeks subconsciously, "You're back."

Satoru put his arm around her waist and looked her up and down.

The person in his arms was like a soft cat, exuding a sweet citrus scent from inside to outside. The red hair was tied up and fixed with a plum blossom-style hairpin, revealing a slender and white neck.

The long and thick eyelashes moved, and when they drooped slightly, the shadow fell into the pale blue pupils.

"I'm back." Satoru hugged the person and rubbed him a few times, "The clothes are very beautiful."

"Tsubaki helped me do it." Yayoi curved her eyes.

She stood on tiptoe, and Satoru, who took into account his wife's height, was very considerate and lifted her up from the ground by her knees.

Yayoi, who was lifted up, subconsciously hugged his neck, and felt the height of a tall man, and felt that her vision was much wider.

Satoru remembered Tsubaki, the child who was still optimistic after being abandoned by her parents. She was in an ordinary school and tried to live an ordinary life, mainly because she liked to talk non-stop. That fearless mouth left a deep impression on Satoru. She dreamed of becoming a doctor.

"She said something about you." Yayoi said.

Satoru's eyebrows twitched, "Is it bad?"
This girl was very brave in his impression.

Yayoi did not answer him, but just smiled, shaking her head and smiling, with a smile on the corners of her lips, like warm ripples on the lake.

"I think it's okay to say bad things." She smiled, "You are a gentle cat."

The water in the courtyard was blurred by the silvery moonlight, and the soft sleeves brushed the skin on the back of the hand, but it seemed to be sweeping from the bottom of the heart.

It seemed that after a long time, the stagnant vocal cords were restarted.

"I am only gentle to you."

He bent his eyes, like a cat squinting, his pale blue eyes were shining brightly. The warm breath fell on her ears, bringing a warm and dense itch.

Satoru raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and gently rubbed his teeth on the soft ears, and rubbed his lips and tongue against the ear.

The numb feeling spread from the ears to the whole body, and Yayoi subconsciously tightened the hand holding his neck.

Yayoi's lips trembled slightly, "Tsubaki finally sorted out my clothes."

"It's okay, I will help you sort it out." Satoru whispered against her ear, his breath was hot and scorching.

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#Gojo family news today: The patriarch has returned home with his wife!!!

#People who don’t know that the head of the family has married a wife definitely haven’t read the head of the family’s newsfeed!!!

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[1] "Iro-tomesode". The iro-tomesode is a high-class kimono. Iro-tomesode may be worn by both married and unmarried women, while that are exlusively worn by married women called kuro-tomesode.


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