Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

"I'm sorry...did I hurt you?"

The man's tall frame trembled slightly in the dim light as he offered incoherent apologies.

Kikawa Sumi's cold, trembling fingertips hovered almost an inch above the bead of blood on Gojo Satoru's neck, yet she dared not actually touch it.

—Too fragile.

Human beings are far too fragile.

In his seemingly endless career as a "tasker," he once served as a high-dimensional observer, coldly watching the birth and death of countless worlds and the collapse of civilizations.

The system gradually drained his fear, compassion, and empathy, turning him into a cold, empty shell that could only execute commands.

Even after retiring and living in this city, he always felt like someone detached from the world.

Until he met Gojo Satoru.

Until this young man, carrying the sweet scent of strawberries and with a warm body, recklessly smashed that glass, becoming his only "anchor" in this boundless void.

How dare he damage his anchor?

If his enlightenment is shattered, he will fall back into that black ice cave where even time has no meaning.

Looking at the man pressing down on him, who exuded a dangerous aura but whose eyes were reddened by a small wound, Gojo Satoru sighed silently in his heart.

Just a second ago he seemed like a lone wolf about to devour his prey whole, but the next second, because of a tiny bloodstain left on his pale skin, he panicked like a child who had done something wrong.

What an idiot you can't just leave alone.

Gojo Satoru suddenly straightened up, reached out with his long arm, grabbed Kikawa Sumi's disheveled collar, and pulled it down forcefully.

Caught off guard, Sumire Kichikawa was pulled back onto Satoru Gojo by the force.

"Why are you running?"

Gojo Satoru raised his head, his pale blue eyes shining brightly in the dim light, exuding the absolute confidence and irresistible control of the strongest.

He looked into Kikawa Sumi's panicked eyes, and a wanton and beautiful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"This little bit of pain is nothing. What Xiaocheng did just now was like she was fighting with a cat."

After saying that, he took the initiative to step forward.

In the rapidly contracting pupils of Susumu Kisakawa, Satoru Gojo extended his crimson tongue and slowly licked away the trace of blood that remained on Susumu Kisakawa's lips.

The metallic taste lingered between their lips and teeth. Gojo Satoru's eyes narrowed into a breathtaking arc as he whispered seductively, "So, shall we continue?"

Sumire Kikkawa's breathing became completely disordered.

The string of reason snapped at that moment.

A near-morbid obsession welled up in his eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"but……"

Gojo Satoru keenly sensed the tension in the man's body. He raised an eyebrow slightly, glanced around meaningfully, and whispered in a hoarse voice,

"It's too narrow here."

Before Gojo Satoru could finish speaking, Kikawa Sumi's arm slid down along Gojo Satoru's legs, which were hooked around his waist. Her large, cold hand firmly and steadily supported Gojo Satoru's long, firm thighs and buttocks.

With a sudden burst of strength from his broad back, the man lifted Gojo Satoru directly off the sofa in this face-to-face straddle position.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Gojo Satoru instinctively twist his legs and wrap them tightly around Kikawa Sumi's waist, while his arms also wrapped around the man's neck.

Because of this posture, Gojo Satoru's gaze was instantly elevated.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at the man who was steadily supporting him.

In the dim, interlaced light, Sumireki looked up at him with her face slightly tilted back.

Those usually gentle and reserved black eyes were now devoid of any distracting thoughts, filled only with a soul-stirring focus.

He looked up at Gojo Satoru, his eyes filled with a fragile vulnerability on the verge of collapse and an intense, unyielding obsession.

It was as if a fanatical believer who had trekked through an endless abyss for millions of years had finally used both hands to devoutly hold up the only god he believed in.

That contradictory feeling of cherishing it so much, being afraid of breaking it, yet wanting to completely integrate it into one's very being, made Gojo Satoru's heart skip a beat uncontrollably.

He was revered like a god, yet he was also imprisoned like a possession.

"Hold on tight." Sumi Kichikawa's Adam's apple bobbed violently, her voice hoarse.

He held him like that and strode towards the inner bedroom.

With a loud bang, the bedroom door was slammed shut by Sumi Kichikawa's broad back.

The room was dark, with only the fine rain outside the window making countless rustling sounds as it tapped against the glass.

The dim, cold moonlight slanted down, cutting the silver-haired man on the bed and the black-haired man pressing down on him into two closely interlocking silhouettes.

The moment Gojo Satoru's back touched the soft bed, Kikkawa Sumi's tall body pressed down on him like a shadow.

"Sizzle—"

A sharp, tearing sound rang out clearly in the quiet living room.

The expensive custom-made silk robe was ripped open without mercy by Sumi Kichikawa, the fabric sliding down her shoulders to reveal most of Gojo Satoru's strong, pale chest.

Kikawa Sumi's eyes darkened. With one hand, she unbuttoned her shirt, while with the other hand, she stroked Gojo Satoru's pale skin inch by inch with a chilling stubbornness.

His fingers trembled slightly as he gently stroked Gojo Satoru's collarbone and abdomen.

His movements were urgent to the point of being violent, but when his cold fingers actually touched Gojo Satoru's warm skin, that brute force instantly transformed into a heartbreaking restraint.

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"Xiao Cheng seems unusually clingy today. Is it because she encountered some difficult 'patient' at work?"

"Don't mention other people." Sumire's body stiffened abruptly, as if he had been stung, and he buried his face in Gojo Satoru's neck.

"Wu, don't look at others... and don't pay attention to people outside."

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His vulnerable spot was gently encircled. Anyone else would have been terrified and on guard, but Gojo Satoru only frowned slightly. Instead of resisting in the slightest, he tilted his head slightly, exposing his neck more openly in front of him, completely trusting and without any defenses.

"You are mine."

Kikawa Sumi's warm breath fell on her delicate neck, her lips slowly moving down, with a light, restrained caress, every word a deep-seated obsession.

"You can only be mine. No one and nothing can take you away from me."

An intense and blatant possessiveness washed over him, burning and obsessive, causing Gojo Satoru's body to tremble slightly.

He gazed at the man before him, who had shed all his gentle pretense and revealed the stubborn, lone wolf beneath. A bright light ignited in his azure eyes, and a surge of intense interest welled up within them.

Sorcerers are essentially madmen.

And Gojo Satoru is the strongest among the madmen.

He liked the way Sumi Kichikawa was acting like she was going crazy for him.

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"Then prove it to me."

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Kikawa Sumi raised her hand, her ten fingers tightly gripping his palm, the force long and firm, as if she wanted to completely merge their warmth, heartbeats, and bonds, never to be separated again.

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Like a drowning person, Sumi Kichikawa clings tightly to the only piece of driftwood, and in their embrace, they confirm that they are truly alive and have found redemption.

He murmured his beloved's name over and over again, his voice hoarse and obsessive, each word filled with tenderness and deep affection.

Gojo Satoru is like the deep sea that embraces all things, steadily accepting all his loss of control, unease and obsession, allowing him to leave his own gentle mark on him, soothing all his desolation and emptiness.

The moonlight fell on the corners of his beautiful, reddish eyes, while his azure pupils remained clear and bright, gazing intently at the man on top of him without blinking.

"I'm here."

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"Cheng, I won't go anywhere. I'll always be by your side."

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