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

"Mr. Sikawa!"

"Good morning, Junpei." Sumi Kikawa smiled and ruffled the boy's hair before entering the house. She then greeted Nagi Yoshino, who was coming out of the kitchen.

As soon as he sat down, before Kikawa Sumi could even ask a question, Yoshino Junpei eagerly bowed deeply and solemnly.

"Mr. Kikawa, thank you so much for your help last night, Mr. Satoru! If it weren't for him, my mother and I wouldn't know what to do last night."

Kikawa Sumire was slightly taken aback, then asked, "What exactly happened last night?"

When Yoshino Junpei mentioned last night, a hint of lingering fear flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and began to recount the incredibly dramatic scene to Sumi Kichikawa.

Last night, the parents of the three delinquents who bullied him, along with a group of menacing-looking bodyguards and thugs, stormed into Yoshinoya's doorstep.

They banged on the door while shouting for Shunping to drop the charges and compensate them for the emotional distress caused to their son.

"Those people came in aggressively, trying to break down the door." Yoshino Junpei clenched his fist. "My mother and I wanted to call the police. But... those three families are quite powerful in the area, and the police kept making excuses after receiving the call, and were reluctant to send officers."

"And then what happened?" Sumi Kichikawa frowned.

"Later, not long after I called you, less than ten minutes later..."

Shunping's eyes lit up, and his tone was tinged with disbelief.

"A gentleman wearing black glasses and a gentleman wearing a kimono suddenly appeared outside my door."

Shunping gestured: "The man walking at the very front, that unfamiliar gentleman in the kimono, has an incredibly intimidating aura. The moment he appeared, those arrogant parents instantly shut up."

"I heard one of the parents, his voice trembling with fear, bowing and asking, 'Why is Mr. Gojo here?'"

He glanced at the three families...

As Shunpei recalled that scene, he couldn't help but swallow hard, mimicking the condescending, indifferent tone of the kimono-clad man, as if he were looking down on ants.

"That gentleman said: 'The Gojo family has no need for ungrateful fools as vassals. With this meager worldly power, they dare to distort the truth and cover up their shameful and disgraceful behavior...'"

Junpei took a deep breath and repeated the chilling conclusion: "Do you really think that people like you are worthy of associating with the Gojo family?"

"That's all he said!"

Yoshino Junpei said excitedly,

"What's even more amazing is that shortly after he finished speaking, the police station that had previously claimed to have 'no police force' suddenly sent three police cars over and took away all three parents and those thugs!"

Junpei looked at Sumi Kichikawa with eyes full of gratitude: "That unfamiliar Mr. Gojo must have been invited by Mr. Satoru to help! Mr. Kichikawa, please be sure to thank Mr. Satoru properly for me!"

Kikawa Sumi listened quietly, her eyelashes drooping slightly to conceal the deep thoughts in her eyes.

A man in a kimono?

Gojo family?

A single sentence can make powerful and wealthy local tycoons tremble with fear, and even arbitrarily influence the police station's response time?

Sumi Kikawa always believed that the "family" or force behind Satoru Gojo was more deeply involved with monsters called "cursed spirits" and the world of curses.

But he never imagined that the Gojo family's influence extended so far and so deeply into the world of ordinary people.

The fact that the Gojo family can be so feared by both the political and business circles, and that they can even sever cooperation with a single word, demonstrates that the secular power they wield is astonishingly high.

It seems that the power of the Gojo family is far more than he imagined.

This is definitely an ancient family with a rich history.

And Wu... probably also wields a great deal of influence within this family.

He suddenly remembered what his lover had said before.

"I am the sole heir of the family."

Wu is twenty-eight years old this year. If nothing unexpected happens, he should have already succeeded as the head of the family by now.

The head of the Gojo family...

"Mr. Kikawa?" Yoshino Junpei called out softly when he saw that Kikawa Sumi was lost in thought.

Sumi Kichikawa quickly snapped out of her reverie, banishing those thoughts about the "Gojo family," and smiled gently.

"Yes, it was indeed arranged by Wu. After receiving your call, Wu immediately sent someone over; he was also very worried about you."

Yoshino Nagi, who was standing nearby, came over with a cup of tea, her face full of gratitude: "Sumi-kun, we really owe you and Mr. Gojo this time. If it weren't for you last night, Junpei might have..."

Yoshino Nagi's voice was choked with emotion.

"Don't say that, Mrs. Yoshino. Junpei's safety is the most important thing."

Kikawa Sumi stood up and took the teacup.

"Rest assured, I have already contacted a lawyer regarding the follow-up actions against those three individuals, and we will ensure they receive the punishment they deserve."

Yoshino Junpei and Yoshino Nagi thanked them again and repeatedly asked Sumi Segawa to convey their gratitude to Gojo Satoru.

Seeing the relieved smiles on the faces of the mother and son, Sumi Kichikawa nodded with a smile.

"Don't worry, I will definitely convey my gratitude to him intact."

As noon approached, Sumi Kichikawa checked the time, stood up, and prepared to take her leave.

"Shunping,"

Before leaving, Sumi Kichikawa patted the boy on the shoulder, her tone gentle yet conveying an undeniable sense of reliability.

"Although Wu helped to suppress this matter, if there are any difficulties later, feel free to call me."

Upon hearing this, Yoshino Junpei's eyes reddened slightly, and he nodded vigorously.

Yoshino Nagi, standing to the side, thanked them again and again. The mother and son, their faces full of gratitude, saw Sumi Kichikawa to the door.

Stepping out of the apartment building where Yoshinoya is located, the sunlight should have been warm, but Sumi Kichikawa paused slightly in her steps.

He seemed to sense something and stopped in his tracks, turning his head to scan the quiet streets and dimly lit alleys around him with sharp eyes.

There seemed to be a faint, unsettling stickiness lingering in the air, as if one were being watched by some kind of cold, creepy reptile.

A dark glint flashed in Kikawa Sumi's eyes, but he didn't make any unnecessary moves. He simply withdrew his gaze without making a sound, walked straight to the car parked by the roadside, opened the door, and got in.

With the roar of the engine, the car smoothly drove away from the street.

The moment the taillights disappeared around the corner, a strange ripple suddenly appeared in the air from a deep shadow on the side of the apartment building.

A young man with long blue hair and a face covered in stitches slowly emerged from the shadows.

"That's Shunpei's 'savior'..."

The man tilted his head, his eyes fixed on the direction the car had gone, a wide, malicious grin spreading across his face.

"What an interesting soul. I've never met anyone like this before." The real man's eyes gleamed with almost fanatical interest.

There was no soul outline in the conventional sense in that man's body.

It was as if some higher-dimensional rule had forcibly intervened there, presenting a bottomless, absolute "blank".

This eerie emptiness did not make the real man feel dangerous; on the contrary, it greatly stimulated his cruel desire to explore.

"That was so much fun! Next time... I definitely have to ask him to play with me next time."

The real person excitedly licked his lips, like a child who had discovered a wonderful new toy, and let out a creepy chuckle.

Meanwhile, inside the departing car.

Kikawa Sumi held the steering wheel with one hand, her gaze calmly fixed on the road ahead, but the air pressure inside the car was terrifyingly low.

He could clearly sense that the aura he had just caught downstairs at the apartment building was exactly the same as the aura he had sensed when he rescued Shunping from the power distribution room that night.

So, is it that cursed spirit that never shows itself?

It seems that because of his intervention, the cursed spirit has shifted its hunting target from Shunping to himself.

"Are they targeting me...?"

He chuckled coldly, his fingers lightly tapping the steering wheel.

Perfect timing! He was actually hoping that this cursed spirit would come knocking on his door.

His only fear now is that the rat is hiding in the ditch and dares not come out.

[Author's Note: After browsing the comments section, I found that many friends have concerns about the dual personality setting recently - because they accepted Cheng, they felt that Che's existence was awkward, and they were also worried that there would be a situation where "two personalities face one Wu" in the future.]

Let me make this clear first: I said before that it would be 1v1, and it absolutely will be 1v1. It's just that the process of implementing it will take time, so don't worry about that.

Actually, I don't really like explaining too many settings because I feel like it would spoil the plot, but since so many people have asked, I'll say a few words. However, in order to have a better reading experience, I probably won't respond to any more questions about settings in the future, because I've always felt that maintaining suspense is part of the fun of reading.

Let's talk about this story. I've always felt that, as a fanfiction, it's destined to be a personal product because it's all about my own fantasies.

I've always felt that fan fiction is different from commercial fiction. It's born with a personal agenda, and the content is always something I personally like. I posted it on Tomato Literature with the initial intention of finding like-minded people and seeing if anyone had similar tastes to mine.

As I mentioned before, I'm not a full-time author; I write fanfiction purely out of love, so I'm not someone who can write custom-made works.

Because I can only write what I like. If it's not something I like, I can't write a single word. Maybe that's just the limit of my writing ability.

Therefore, the subsequent development of this article will definitely go as I want, but it may not be able to meet everyone's expectations.

I think reading is a two-way process. If you happen to like what I write, you're willing to read it. Similarly, if you don't like it while reading, you can simply drop it. Meeting is fate, and being able to accompany each other for a while is a good fate in itself.

I wrote this paragraph specifically because now that more people are reading and commenting, everyone has different opinions about the article.

I'm very grateful to everyone, because this also shows that you like this story. I appreciate your support, but I don't want anyone to go through all that trouble only to be unhappy in the end, so I'm making this clear beforehand. This is a free story, and it's all about fate; read it as you see fit.