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III: Extra Story
Chapter 157: Side Story · 16
But for your sake (Part 10)

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In the early morning, large patches of blue like haze spread across the sky.

The world was quiet, and a faint mist covered the mountains lying on the horizon. The golden sunlight passed through the hazy mist and overflowed from the gaps between the layers of branches and leaves, like golden threads.

The crisp bird song pierced the last trace of loneliness left over from the night.

Consciousness slowly woke up from a soft haze, and Yayoi subconsciously reached out to touch her side, but touched nothing.

A confused consciousness suddenly woke up, and Yayoi slowly sat up from the soft bedding, her red hair slid out from the soft neck, and fell all the way along the chest to the knees.

The soft hair tails made her knees itchy, the branches and leaves outside the shoji door were soaked in a soft golden color, and the clear and warm morning light slowly flowed across the windowsill.

The fat sparrow lying on the windowsill jumped twice, opened its dark eyes, tilted its head and looked at the dazed person between the quilts.

Fine dust particles danced in the light band, and the sparrow stepped on the window door and made a clattering sound.

She slept alone last night.

Compared with the past, she had slept alone less and less.

It's a bit unaccustomed.

Yayoi yawned, opened the quilt, and casually found a hairband in the drawer. She tied her red hair into a strand and fixed it with a hairband. The loose ponytail fell from her shoulders to her thighs.

Yayoi found that her hair seemed to have grown longer again.

She didn't remember when she had her hair cut last time. She only remembered that when she said she wanted to cut her hair, Satoru was playing with her hair. The red hair was like red silk thread wrapped around the white and slender fingertips, winding and tightening in circles.

It was a hot summer day. The heat waves rolling on the asphalt road were hot enough to fry eggs. The noisy cicadas were boiling. What was even more unfortunate was that the air conditioner was broken. Yayoi felt that she was about to be cooked. Satoru seemed to be unaware of the heat and stuck to her.

She sat on Satoru's lap, Satoru's chest pressed against her back, he had one arm around her waist and the other hand was playing with her hair. The endless heat flowed into their bodies from the place where the two people were close together. The cicadas were noisy in the hot air, and even the cats were hiding in the shade of the trees and didn't want to come out. He didn't mean to let go; whether it was the hand playing with her hair or the elbow around her waist.

The lush green branches and leaves cast mottled shadows, and the wind blowing across the skin exuded a hint of coolness.

"Do you really want to cut your hair?" The soft red hair tails were pressed against the palm of his hand, like the beautiful red goldfish tails of the summer festival.

Satoru played for a long time and didn't mean to let go.

Yayoi pulled her hair, trying to pull it back, but Satoru had no intention of letting go. She let him do it. There would always be a time when he would get tired of playing and let go, and then she could just take it back.

"My hair is too long, it will be inconvenient for work and life." Yayoi said.

The skin on the back of her neck secreted a thin layer of sweat, and the hair soaked by the sweat was soaked, and it was tightly stitched on it.

Satoru paused, looking a little frustrated. He stroked the soft red hair in his hand a few times and blinked his eyes, "Can you not cut it off?"

Yayoi: "If I cut my hair, it will grow back again."

"Yayoi is so cruel~" The red hair was scooped up, like a mountain spring pouring down from a high place. Satoru kissed the scooped red hair, and the flashing light in his pale blue eyes was so bright that it dazzled people's eyes, "You have to cut off such beautiful red hair."

Yayoi pulled her hair, but failed. Satoru directly put her hair into his lips. The red hair was against his soft lips, and the tip of his tongue with water could be vaguely seen between his lips and teeth. Yayoi had never felt that her hair was so red that it was so hot that it burned her eyes, and her cheeks were also burned.

"Don't play with me, give my hair back to me quickly." Yayoi pulled the hair in his mouth, but didn't dare to pull it too hard, for fear of hurting his lips.

"Don't cut it off." The man blinked his blue eyes, which were as beautiful as a cat's pupils, and rubbed towards her stickily. His voice was also sticky, which made people think of syrup that was so sweet that it made people sick. "Don't cut your hair, okay?"

The warm breath kept drilling into the ears, and the deliberately low voice was like a hypnotic spell.

Yayoi pursed her lips, forcibly restrained the tremor, and tried to keep the voice calm, "I won't cut it, let go of my hair."

The white cat smiled with a satisfied result, and the bangs on the forehead cast a fine light and shadow in the pupils.

"No."

Satoru took advantage of the situation and wrapped the long red hair around his hands a few times, and then around Yayoi's hands a few times, and the two people's hands were entangled together by the red hair.

Satoru's hands were several times larger than Yayoi's hands, and he could easily wrap Yayoi's hands in his palms.

"Such beautiful hair, I can't bear to let it go~" The big white cat squinted and rubbed his wife's cheek.

Yayoi was numb and let him play with her hair.

She didn't understand what was so fun about hair, but Satoru played with it for a long time, braided her hair several times, and braided it again and again, and finally braided her hair into a fishbone braid, and the end of her hair looked like a beautiful fishtail.

Yayoi paused, looked down at the loose ponytail, and a smile slowly emerged like spring snow melting under the sun. Satoru was more enthusiastic about taking care of her red hair than she was, and he also liked to take care of her hair very much.

After washing up, Yayoi found that there was not much left in the refrigerator, and there were only a few eggs and a bag of noodles left in the refrigerator.

After a simple breakfast with a bowl of fried egg noodles, Yayoi simply tidied herself and planned to go out to buy some food to fill the refrigerator.

On the way, she met Suguru who was about to go out, and both of them were stunned.

Suguru paused, a gentle smile appeared on his face, "Are you going out?"

Yayoi nodded, "To the supermarket."

The two stood at the gate of Star Religious Group, going in two completely different directions, with curled dead leaves scattered on the flat steps.

Suguru was silent for a moment, and then he solemnly warned her, "Be careful of Satoru when you go out recently."

Yayoi: ???
The redhead was confused.

Suguru: "It's not your husband, it's the one from my side."

The redhead tilted her head, and her brain didn't react to what Suguru was talking about, "Why should I be careful?"

Suguru subconsciously raised his head and covered his face. He finally understood that this red-haired woman was not only a natural fool, but also not very smart. The 30+-year-old Satoru didn't tell him how he got out of being single, but even if Yayoi didn't say how they got married, Suguru felt that it would not be a normal proposal process.

"Think about what he has done recently." Suguru persuaded him earnestly.

The redhead thought about it, and after a moment, her amber cat eyes widened.

Suguru breathed a sigh of relief.

"I paid him back." Yayoi said very seriously.

Suguru: "..."

Suguru's eyes twitched, "He is not short of money."

The Gojo family had a history of a thousand years. The wealth accumulated over a long period of time was definitely beyond the imagination of a sorcerer from an ordinary family. If there was no major accident, the Six Eyes who have inherited the Limitless technique for generations would be the agents of the Gojo family. Rounding it off, all the money of the Gojo family belonged to Satoru.

Furthermore, the salary of a sorcerer was generous, and the higher the grade of the sorcerer, the more generous the salary. Because he carried a special-grade cursed spirit with him, Yuta was rated as a special-grade sorcerer, but in the final analysis, he was still immature. It was tantamount to asking him to perform the task of a special-grade sorcerer. Another special-grade sorcerer, Yuki Tsukumo, often wandered overseas and didn't care about the senior management at all.

Satoru was the only special-grade sorcerer who could work normally in the sorcery world.

The thing that was short of money was the strangest thing that happened to him.

"Why did he look for me?" Yayoi's expression was blank.
She didn't owe Satoru in this world any money, and Satoru in this world didn't have much intersection with her. She couldn't figure it out.

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Suguru covered his face with a heavy heart. For a moment, he felt that this matter did not make sense.

In his opinion, "Satoru" being not single was unacceptable, but it was undeniable that there were too many factors in the information that "Satoru" said that could affect the future of the sorcerer. The past, the future, and everything that the person who coveted the "Cursed Spirit Manipulation" technique did in the past were always paving the way for the future, the future of chaos and the return to the peaceful and prosperous era of sorcery.

He hated the ignorant monkey without cursed technique from the bottom of his heart. The life and death of ordinary people had nothing to do with him, but this future would affect the sorcerer, that was another matter. He and Satoru had different ideas, but he knew from the bottom of his heart that the sorcery world had been calm for more than ten years, and the black tide that wanted to stir up secretly was forced to restrain itself, more than half of the reason was fear of Satoru.

If Satoru was really sealed, then, not to mention the whole world, the Japanese sorcery world alone would be in chaos, with sorcerers cursing each other and ordinary people without the ability to resist being killed.

After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to go find Satoru. Empty words were not convincing, so he borrowed Yayoi's phone. The family photo of the Gojo family on the screen saver would be a little convincing, plus the two of them had met before, and the information revealed to Yayoi by Tengen.

The result was better than he expected, and Satoru chose to trust him.

But Satoru, who took Yayoi's phone, did not return it.

Suguru: "...I warn you, don't mess around."

He really didn't want to see the two Satoru Gojos fighting, just thinking about it was hell on earth.

"Give me back the phone." Suguru said with a straight face.

Satoru, who took the phone and didn't return it, winked playfully, as nonchalant as ever, and his words revealed the air of a petty troublemaker, "This is 'my' wife's phone, I don't think there is anything unreasonable."

The way he fiddled with the phone looked like a housewife who used the phone to check if her husband was seduced by an unknown seductress outside.

Suguru's eyes twitched wildly, and he thought of "Satoru" who was a househusband in Star Religious Group these days.

His finger slid twice on the screen saver, and Satoru found that there was a password. He tried the password several times, but he didn't guess it right, so he shook the phone screen at Suguru, "What's the password?"

Suguru's face was full of black lines, he stuffed paper money under the coffee pad, and decisively got up and left, leaving Satoru behind, chattering like he was covered in honey.

His intuition told him that if the two Satoru Gojos really fought, he and his Star Religious Group would also be in trouble.

Yayoi, who did not use cursed energy and technique, was a blind spot for Six Eyes. He could not guarantee the same for other people, but for Yayoi, Suguru believed that there was more than 50% chance that Yayoi would slip away from Satoru, but the premise of this more than 50% possibility was that she had to be smart.

Thinking this way, it was equal to nothing.

An indescribable feeling of fatigue surged into his brain, and Suguru waved his hand at Yayoi, "Anyway, just hide when you see him."

Yayoi said yes dumbly, and Suguru felt even more tired. Seeing Yayoi go out, a sense of foreboding surged into his heart. Why did he feel that asking Yayoi not to go out today was the right choice?

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The supermarket was a little empty at 7 o'clock in the morning.

The wheels of the shopping cart rolled over the floor and the lights hanging above fell all over the floor, shining on the smooth and flat floor.

Yayoi threw two boxes of curry in, as well as chicken and carrots.

Satoru liked sweet food and planned to have Sukiyaki for dinner. The direction turned and the wheels started to turn.

After buying most of the things he wanted to buy, Yayoi pushed the shopping cart to the cashier to pay the bill and left the supermarket with the heavy shopping bags.

The sun had risen high, and the streets began to gather. Office workers carrying briefcases hurriedly caught the bus. The shaky bus slowly went away along the road.

The phone in her pocket shook twice. Yayoi took out the phone, opened the screen and found that it was Satoru.

[I will be back soon.]

Yayoi pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

[I'll prepare lunch and wait for you to come back.]

The elongated car horns echoed in the sky of the city. The sky was blue, high, and far away. Birds flew across the sky in groups of three or two, and the white bird feathers were dyed light gold by the sun.

Yayoi looked up and saw a shop on the street. The name of the shop was a little familiar. After a moment, she remembered that this was a very popular cake shop in 202■.

At this time, it had just opened not long ago. There were many similar shops nearby. The reputation of this shop had not yet been spread, and customers were not as crowded as she remembered. After the reputation was spread, the cakes of this cake shop were sold in limited quantities every day. Once they were sold out, they were gone. You might not be able to buy them even if you had money.

Yayoi remembered that her two cats at home liked the cakes of this shop very much, so she went into the cake shop without thinking too much.

The automatic door slid open. After ordering, she chose a seat by the window and sat down. The gentle autumn sun shone through the glass window onto the table. A purple flower hung from the vase on the table, and the slender flower stem was wrapped in a layer of fine fluff.

"Welcome."

The automatic door slid open again.

Yayoi's eyes trembled a few times, and her attention was drawn to the door. Her eyes fell on the silver hair of the visitor soaked in the honey-like sunshine. His outstanding height and facial features were the focus wherever he was placed.

The other person had a bandage on his eyes and was wearing a black uniform.

The words Suguru said before leaving the house instinctively echoed in her brain.

'Be careful of Satoru when you go out recently.'
'It's not your husband, it's the one from my side.'

Yayoi: "..."
What you fear would come true.

In short, this was definitely not her husband. Since arriving here, her husband had never worn the uniform of the technical college. As for the bandage, he had not used it for a long time. After Mutsuki was born, he would choose to wear sunglasses most of the time, under the pretext of making his image of a good looking guy deeply rooted in his daughter's heart.

"Welcome. May I help you?" The waitress at the cashier had a gentle smile on her face.

The other person's eyes turned to this side, and after a moment, his attention returned to the menu.

Yayoi held up the flyer on the table. The flyer was very large, and it just covered her face when unfolded.

Yayoi breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the advertising designer who designed the flyer from the bottom of her heart.

After making sure that no one was staring at her nearby, the redhead held up the flyer in her hand and carefully looked at the cashier to make sure that the other person had left.

"Why are you so nervous?" The sound of milk tea slurping came.

"Geto told me to be careful when going out recently." Yayoi answered subconsciously.

"Be careful of Satoru?" The other party slurped and continued to sip the milk tea.

"Yeah." Yayoi nodded while holding up the flyer.

"Is Satoru fierce?" the other person asked.

"Not fierce." Yayoi tilted her neck to look at the cashier.

"Does he look fierce?" he asked again.

"Not fierce, but very good-looking." Yayoi said this without thinking, and added at the end, "Very beautiful."
Her big cat was the most beautiful cat.

"Then why are you hiding from him?" The other person paused, and after a moment there was a series of slurping sounds, "You don't owe him money."

Yayoi: "..."

The figure was no longer by the cashier, and there was no shadow of him at the door.

Yayoi breathed a sigh of relief and reacted suddenly.
Yeah, I didn't owe him any money. Why avoid him?

"You're right, I don't owe him money, then I won't hide next time." Yayoi thought it made sense and slowly put down the flyer in her hand.
You could not cower when you're alive.

When the flyer was put down, the person sitting opposite her, sipping milk tea, raised the corner of his lips and showed a bright smile, with the warm sunlight curled on his silver-white hair, "Good morning."

The sky was bright and dazzling, the automatic door at the door slid open and closed, and the customers came in and out of the store.

The other person sat on the chair opposite her, smiling and sipping a cup of milk tea, Yayoi could even smell the faint milky fragrance.

Yayoi: "..."
She wanted to run now.

"Hey, don't run every time." The 27-year-old Satoru sounded quite aggrieved, "After all, it's all Satoru Gojo."

Yayoi swallowed her saliva and shrank her calves under the table.

The sun shone on the bright red hair in circles, and the soft skin was so white that it was dazzling.

Satoru held his cheek, and the sound of slurping sounded in the air. After a moment, he removed the bandage from his eyes.

Yayoi paused, "Why are you removing the bandage?"

"The weather is a bit hot." Satoru said calmly.

Yayoi: "...it's autumn now."

"I exercise a lot, but I just finished today's mission." Satoru stuffed the removed bandage into his trouser pocket and took out his sunglasses to hang on his nose.

After slurping up the tea milk, Satoru began to slurp the pearls in the cup. His eyes fell on the person sitting opposite through his sunglasses. She had thin shoulders and skin that was almost transparent in the sun. The most eye-catching thing was her red hair.

For no reason, he felt that she was like a cat, a cat that could smash a car with its bare hands.

Satoru lowered his eyes, and his thoughts danced in his complex brain.

After taking Suguru's phone from her, he went back to fiddle with it for a long time. He guessed several strings of numbers back and forth but none of them were correct. Finally, he gave up and entered his birthday.

Correct.

After unlocking the screen with curiosity, he clicked on the album. Photos of "him" and his daughter occupied half of the album. His daughter, who was born not long ago, curled herself up like a little kitten. His daughter, who was taught to walk by "him", was at a parent-child sports meeting in kindergarten.

The little girl in the album had eyebrows and eyes similar to his, eyes exactly like his mother, and an expression similar to his mother.

Even through the photo, he could guess who she was.

This was "his" child.

It felt a little unbelievable.

Satoru Gojo would have children, Satoru Gojo would have a wife, and Satoru Gojo would have a "home".

"I really like you." Satoru sipped the pearls in the paper cup, looked at Yayoi, and said something without a beginning or an end.

Yayoi was stunned.

Satoru smiled lightly, "I'm talking about the one in your family. ”

"We are all Satoru Gojo~" Satoru held his chin and stretched out the ending tone.

Married, had a child, and formed a family, these things that ordinary people were accustomed to had been long been ignored unconsciously. For him, being alone was a common thing. He would not keep people he didn’t care about around him, would not look at people he didn’t care about, and would not look at them extra.

Doing that kind of thing for no reason is no different from cursing the other person.

The fragmented photos in the photos flashed through his mind, and Satoru held his chin.

But... wasn’t loving her also a curse?

Love was the most twisted curse.

He would marry a woman and let her give birth to "his" child.

The other "him" also liked her more than he thought.

Satoru touched his chin. This feeling was very magical, especially when he saw those fragmented photos. The little white-haired girl in the photos was as soft as a little kitten. The appearance inherited from her parents told him whose child she was, her parents love her very much, and her family was very happy. In a corner of his heart, a soft and warm feeling rose silently, like a cloud warmed by the sun.

Yayoi slightly curved her eyebrows, and the light golden sun dyed her eyebrows.

Satoru paused, chewing the pearls in his mouth with his cheeks bulging, and muttered, "I seem to understand why 'I' like you so much."

Another incoherent sentence.

"Thank, thank you?" Yayoi tilted her head.

Satoru couldn't help laughing, and reached out to touch the top of her hair. His palm gently rubbed the hair for a few times. Her hair was soft and warm, just like the sun falling on her skin in spring.

Yayoi let him touch her and opened her mouth, "You don't know 'me'."

Satoru took back his hand and said nonchalantly, "After all, I have never been to the police station."

The sour feeling inexplicably spread from the bottom of my heart.

"Then will you be lonely?" When she reacted, she said this subconsciously, and it was too late to shut up.

He didn't answer, but just smiled and told her, "I'm the strongest."

While talking, the waiter brought the packaged cake to the table. The ribbon on the cake box was tied into a beautiful bow. In the transparent box, the layers of cream on the cake were as bright as snowflakes wrapped on cherry branches.

Satoru smiled, "Can I take the cake? It's considered an apology."

Yayoi tilted her head, not understanding what apology was.

"This is the first time I've been rejected." Satoru smacked his lips, "I finally wanted an assistant teacher."

The white cat opened his eyes and looked at her aggrievedly.

Yayoi softened, "I'll give it to you."

The white cat curved his lips and left with the cake contentedly.

"Then, we'll meet again if we have a chance." Satoru waved to her with the cake in one hand.

The automatic door slid open and closed, the silver-haired man straightened his back, turned around, and his back was lost in the honey-like sunshine of autumn.

Yayoi sat at the table until the other person's black back disappeared from her sight, and her consciousness returned to her brain.

Her eyes fell on the table, the purple flowers in the vase drooped their heads, and the flyers on the table were a little wrinkled.

The warm breath fell on her forehead, Yayoi looked up, and her eyes met the dazzling blue.

Yayoi blinked.

"Do you miss me?" Her husband narrowed his bright cat eyes.

The other person stood in front of her, bending over, like a large cat with his head lowered.

Yayoi smiled, stretched out her hand to hug his neck, rubbed it, closed her eyes and felt the body temperature from the place where her skin touched, "Yes, I miss you very much."

The person whose neck she hugged narrowed his eyes, and his breath was soft.

"Will you be lonely?" Yayoi whispered against his ear.

"No," said Satoru.

Yayoi curled his eyes, "That's great."

The waiter at the cashier counter looked at the two people sticking together and felt a toothache for no reason.

The two people sticking together finally got enough, Satoru said he wanted to eat cake, Yayoi paused, Satoru felt that his wife's expression was a little guilty, blinked his big eyes, trying to reveal the truth with his beauty.

Yayoi slapped him on the face and turned away guiltily, "I'll buy you a cake."

Satoru: "..."
He always felt that his wife was hiding something from him.

The white cat stared at his wife standing in front of the cashier for a while, and his eyes fell on the empty milk tea cup on the table.

Satoru: "..."

Who was it? Who hooked up with his wife?!!

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• Omake •

Satoru Gojo: Do you see this cake? It was yours just now, and now it's mine!


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