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

As night deepened, the hustle and bustle of Tokyo was shut out by the heavy glass windows.

After eating sukiyaki, the atmosphere in the apartment was warm and cozy.

After taking a shower, Gojo Satoru, dressed in loose loungewear, sprawled on the sofa like a boneless white cat, holding a game controller and casually tapping the screen.

Just as Sumiki Kawakawa finished cleaning the kitchen and was about to bring over the cut fruit, her cell phone, which was on the island counter, suddenly rang urgently.

The caller ID showed Yoshino Junpei.

Sumire Kikawa was slightly taken aback.

At this point in time...

Shunping has always been sensible, and he would never disturb him unless there was an emergency.

"Hello, Junpei?" Sumi Kichikawa answered the phone, then pushed open the French windows and walked onto the balcony.

"Dr. Kikawa..." On the other end of the phone, Shunpei's voice was very low, with an undisguised tremor and panic. In the background, one could vaguely hear the dull sound of the door being violently pounded on, as well as a woman's sharp cursing.

Kisakawa Sumi's eyes instantly turned cold: "Junpei, don't panic. What happened?"

"They are...the parents of those three people." Shunping took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound coherent.

"They somehow managed to find out that I was the last person to have contact with their child yesterday afternoon. Now, the parents of these three families are blocking my door with their own people... They're saying that I ruined their son and that my mother and I will pay the price..."

Shunpei's voice was filled with desperate sobs: "Dr. Qichuan, I don't know what to do... Mom is still blocking the door, and it looks like they're going to break it down..."

"Junpei, listen to me." Sumi Kichikawa's voice remained gentle, but beneath that gentleness surged a chilling coldness.

"Lock the door and protect your mother and yourself. No matter what they say outside, don't open the door. Leave this to me, I'll handle it immediately."

"But……"

"No buts. Trust me, I'll handle this."

After hanging up the phone, Sumi Kichikawa stood in the cool night breeze, her knuckles white from gripping the phone so tightly.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, a strong, cold killing intent surged in his usually gentle and tolerant black eyes.

He should have thought of that sooner.

What kind of good people are the parents who can raise such vile scum who enjoy bullying and even attract top-level cursed spirits?

This group of people turn a blind eye to their children's wrongdoings, and even cover them up and condone them;

Now that their child is suffering the consequences of karma, they not only show no remorse, but also do not feel that they or their child are at fault. Instead, they vent their anger on a victim who was once cruelly bullied by their child!

Arrogant, foolish, and malicious.

She is the type of person that Sumi Kizawa finds most disgusting and hates the most.

Since this bunch of trash doesn't know what reverence is, he doesn't mind activating the [Causal Ring] again, letting them taste the backlash of cause and effect and the feeling of completely collapsing in fear.

Just as Sumire Kikawa was answering a phone call on the balcony, Satoru Gojo's phone vibrated in the living room, which was just a door away.

Gojo Satoru casually pressed the pause button and opened the emergency briefing:

[Mr. Gojo, the families of the three high school students who suffered severe mental breakdowns have gathered a group of people and are pressuring the Yoshino Junpei family, attempting to force their way in.]

Gojo Satoru looked at the message, turned his head slightly, and looked through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window at the man on the balcony who had his back to him and whose aura was terrifyingly low.

He could roughly guess who had called Xiaocheng just now.

After the incident last night where the three bullying teenagers were "silently crippled," Gojo Satoru could guess with his toes that if Sumire Kisakawa were to go over now, the parents who were shouting outside would definitely suffer a worse fate than their sons.

Moreover, he had not forgotten last night.

Last night, Xiao Cheng dealt with the bully decisively, but when she returned, she was filled with a sense of emptiness, her spirit was on the verge of collapse, and she even fell into a strong sense of self-loathing, only able to confirm her existence through frantic demands and possession.

Gojo Satoru felt very sorry for him.

He didn't know what price Xiao Cheng would have to pay to use that "ability," but he absolutely wouldn't allow his lover to suffer another mental erosion and backlash for that kind of low-class trash.

"Ichichi."

Gojo Satoru dialed the number directly, his voice languid yet exuding an undeniable air of authority.

"Use the Gojo family's name to clear out the area downstairs from Yoshino Junpei's house. At the same time, hand over the investigation results from those families to the Metropolitan Police Department, and also pack up and send them the videos of them bullying their classmates. If they don't obey—you know what to do."

"Yes, Mr. Gojo, I'll take care of it right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Gojo Satoru tossed his phone back onto the coffee table, slowly stood up, and looked intently at Sumi Kikawa, who had already walked in from the balcony.

The anger on Sumire Kichikawa's face had completely subsided; he even smiled gently at Satoru Gojo.

"Wu, I suddenly have something urgent to attend to and need to go out."

After saying that, he went straight into the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and forcefully suppressed the destructive urge raging in his heart.

As Kikawa Sumi changed into a dark black trench coat, buttoned it up, and prepared to open the front door, a slender, fair hand suddenly braced itself against the door, blocking his way.

Gojo Satoru had appeared silently beside him without anyone noticing.

"If you go there now, things should be mostly resolved."

Gojo Satoru looked at him with a smile.

"You might be making a wasted trip, Cheng."

Kikawa Sumi suddenly stopped in her tracks.

He looked up, somewhat surprised, at Gojo Satoru.

"you……"

Before Sumire Kichikawa could speak, Satoru Gojo tilted his head slightly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, and continued:

"I heard some interesting news. Apparently, three little devils were driven crazy in some alley yesterday."

Sumire Kikawa's pupils contracted slightly.

Gojo Satoru took a step forward, his tall figure exuding an intense sense of pressure. His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an undisguised probing tone:

"I also found out that when those three kids went crazy in the alley, the scene was so clean that there wasn't a single trace left."

He leaned down slightly, close to Kikawa Sumi's ear, his warm breath brushing against the other's neck:

"Xiao Cheng, do you believe that there is any ability in this world that can drive someone crazy without leaving a trace?"

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Kikawa Sumi lowered her head, her expression completely hidden in the shadows.

Just when Gojo Satoru thought that Sumi Kikawa would change the subject with a gentle excuse as usual, he suddenly let out a short laugh.

When he raised his head again, his dark eyes, which were usually tolerant and restrained, were now like a bottomless pool of stagnant water, surging with an undisguised aggressiveness and dangerous glint.

The next second, the man suddenly turned to the side, his movement so fast that even Liu Yan was somewhat surprised.

He gripped Gojo Satoru's lean waist tightly with one hand, using an irresistible force to pin him against the wall before giving him any time to react.

With a muffled thud, Gojo Satoru's back slammed against the wall in the entryway, but instead of panicking, his smile widened uncontrollably.

awesome.

The dangerous and oppressive atmosphere made his blood boil.

Gojo Satoru readily raised his hands and naturally climbed onto the broad shoulders of the person in front of him. His pale blue eyes shone brightly in the dim light, sparkling with excitement and fervor.

"Sumi Kawakawa" pressed firmly against Gojo Satoru's body, their bodies pressed tightly together.

He lowered his head slightly, his high, straight nose brushing against Gojo Satoru's delicate neck in an ambiguous yet dangerous way, greedily inhaling the faint sweet fragrance emanating from the other's body.

"Enlightenment".

He spoke, his voice much lower and hoarser than usual, carrying a condescending laziness and arrogance.

"You're very smart. Perhaps you're already used to the rules of your world, but..."

His hand slowly slid up Gojo Satoru's back, eventually pinching the back of Gojo Satoru's neck, his fingertips dangerously caressing the throbbing artery.

"There are many things in this world that you cannot see with your eyes. For example... cause and effect."

"Sumi Kawakami" raised her head, her once gentle black eyes now as deep as an abyss, flashing with an innocent yet cruel light.

"The law of cause and effect is the fairest law in the world. Isn't it a good ending that the garbage self-destructs as it rots?"

Listening to this speech, which was full of superior attitude, and feeling the controlling hand on his neck, Gojo Satoru was not angry at all. Instead, he felt his throat go dry.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, but instead of breaking free from the other person's control, he slowly raised one hand and his slender fingers unceremoniously pinched "Kikawa Sumi's" chin, forcing the other person to lower their head slightly and look at him.

"Yes, it's a very good ending." Gojo Satoru responded with a smile, his thumb pressing suggestively against the other's lips.

Then, Gojo Satoru's flippant expression softened slightly, and his six eyes, which seemed to see through everything in the world, stared directly into the other person's possessive black eyes.

"So..." Gojo Satoru's voice was soft, yet carried a sharp and certain certainty.

"What's your name?"

The person in front of him was suddenly stunned, and the arm around Gojo Satoru's waist tightened instinctively.

Seeing his astonished reaction, Gojo Satoru's smile deepened.

"You're not him, are you?" Gojo Satoru said softly.

"Even though we're in the same body, Xiaocheng never looks at me like that, does she?"

The lights in the corridor flickered on and off.

The man in front of him stared into Gojo Satoru's eyes, which showed no fear but only interest and acceptance. The astonishment in his eyes gradually turned into a joyful, maniacal smile.

He lowered his head, his lips almost touching Gojo Satoru's, and answered, word by word, in a tone that seemed to want to devour the other alive:

My name is Che.

"Remember my name, Satoru."

"I'm the one who wants to possess you all to myself... the devil."