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

The light in the entryway cast an extremely long shadow of Gojo Satoru.

He still carried the lingering dampness of the outdoors, but when those azure eyes fell upon Kikawa Sumi, all his sharpness instantly melted into a pool of warm spring water.

Kikawa Sumi didn't move, she just watched him quietly.

Gojo Satoru almost instantly caught the gloom that Kikkawa Sumi hadn't had time to fully conceal.

"What's wrong?"

He changed his shoes, stood up, and looked up at Sumireki.

Why that expression?

Kikawa Sumi strode over, without saying a word, simply opened her arms and tightly embraced the young man who still carried the damp chill of the night rain.

The moment I pulled her into my arms in the entryway, the tension that had gripped me all night finally eased.

He wrapped one arm around Gojo Satoru's waist and the other hand around the back of his head, his fingertips running through the damp, silvery-white hair, gently combing it.

Gojo Satoru felt very comfortable being combed by him, and snuggled closer to him.

"Why the long face?" Gojo Satoru said lazily, his eyes closed, his lips close to Sumi Kikawa's ear. "Did you have another argument with Mr. Tetsu?"

"No." Sumi Kichikawa chuckled softly, her voice slightly muffled and hoarse from being buried in the other's neck.

"I just missed you."

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then chuckled, "I've only been gone for less than two days, is Sumi that clingy?"

"Um."

Kikawa Sumi didn't deny it, but buried himself deeper, his lips slowly kissing up that warm, slender neck, all the way to the part not covered by the high collar, then he paused and gently bit it.

Gojo Satoru felt a little itchy from his breath, shrank his neck to the side, and said with a smile, "Are you a puppy? Why do you like to bite people so much?"

Sumikawa, lost in the familiar scent, muttered, "It's not a puppy."

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly, said nothing more, and simply stroked his head gently.

After a while, Sumi Kichikawa finally looked up. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat first or take a shower?"

"……bath."

Gojo Satoru's voice trailed off in a long, drawn-out tone, habitually sounding coquettish.

"Today's rain is so annoying, it's sticky and uncomfortable."

"Then I'll go run the water for you."

Sumi Kichikawa walked toward the bathroom, with Satoru Gojo following behind.

"Speaking of which..."

Watching Sumi Kichikawa adjust the water temperature, Satoru Gojo seemed to suddenly remember something. He paused, leaned against the bathroom door frame, crossed his arms, and smiled.

"Thanks to the blunder those old men caused today, all my work for the rest of the day has been taken care of. That means—I can sleep until noon tomorrow!"

He paused deliberately, a seductive glint in his smile: "What about Cheng? Do you have to get up early tomorrow?"

Kikawa Sumi paused in her act of releasing the water, instantly understanding the dangerous yet alluring invitation.

He turned around, his deep black eyes so profound they seemed to devour Gojo Satoru completely, and said in a low voice, "I can ask for leave."

Gojo Satoru chuckled, his silver-white bangs swaying gently as he removed his blindfold: "That won't do, Sumire. How can a useful adult take leave for such a reason—"

"Just once in a while," Sumire interrupted him, her tone revealing a hint of urgency.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head to look at him, something slowly burning in his azure eyes.

He stopped teasing him.

Sumi Kichikawa didn't say anything more.

He got up and walked over, stopping in front of Gojo Satoru.

The two were so close they could feel each other's breath.

Kikawa Sumi lowered her head, her nose gently touching Gojo Satoru's neck.

There was still a faint scent of rainwater lingering there, mixed with Gojo Satoru's own scent.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Warm breath hit his carotid artery, and Gojo Satoru's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he still chuckled: "You still say you're not a puppy, sniffing around like this."

Kikawa Sumi ignored him. He tilted his ear slightly, leaned against Gojo Satoru's cheek, and while slowly unbuttoning the top button of Gojo Satoru's shirt, casually asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I ate a piece of cake; I got it from the principal's office." Gojo Satoru tilted his chin slightly to let him untie the second piece.

"That means you didn't eat."

"Cake is a kind of food too."

"Hmm," Kikawa Sumi didn't argue with him, her fingertips brushing against the skin below his Adam's apple, "Then eat a little more later."

As he spoke, his fingers had already unbuttoned all the buttons.

Her exposed collarbone was beautiful, and the faint red marks left a few days ago were no longer visible on her fair skin.

Kikawa Sumi looked for a few seconds, but didn't touch it. Instead, she lowered her head and placed a very light kiss on the clean skin above her collarbone.

Then, Sumirei Kikawa placed one hand on his waist and the other around his back, gently pushing him against the door. He leaned down, his lips tracing a path up his collarbone, past his Adam's apple and jawline, finally stopping behind Gojo Satoru's ear.

That location is very sensitive, Sumi Kichikawa knows that.

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru's breathing changed. The muffled chuckle that had been tinged with a playful tone disappeared, replaced by an extremely soft breath.

His lips pressed against that long, slender neck, starting from behind the ear and slowly pecking down.

Each bite was just a quick taste.

Gojo Satoru's laughter gradually subsided.

He leaned against the door frame, and somehow the back of his head was now pressed against the wooden frame, a faint red tinge appearing at the corner of his eyes.

Kikawa Sumi's kiss stopped at the hollow of his collarbone, her lips pressed against that warm skin, as if feeling the pulse beating beneath.

"Cheng." He called his name, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Kikawa Sumi stopped what she was doing, pressed her forehead against his, and waited quietly for him to speak.

Gojo Satoru looked at his face, which was so close to his, and suddenly fell silent.

He reached out and grabbed Kikawa Sumi's collar, pulling her a few centimeters closer to him, then turned his head and accurately captured Kikawa Sumi's lower lip in his mouth.

As their lips and tongues intertwined, Sumire Kikkawa's hand slid from Satoru Gojo's waist to his back, tracing the familiar bones and muscles inch by inch through the rain-soaked uniform.

In the brief pause between breaths, Sumi Kikawa's lips brushed against Satoru Gojo's earlobe, her voice low and hoarse:

"Put your legs up."

Gojo Satoru blinked, and before he could react, Kikkawa Sumi had already bent down, put her arm under his knees, and lifted him up to press him against the door.

The feeling of weightlessness made Gojo Satoru instinctively hook his legs around Kisakawa Sumire's narrow waist and wrap his arms tightly around his neck. In this dangerous position where he was completely under the other's control, Kisakawa Sumire's kisses rained down on him.

Kikawa Sumi kissed him deeply and intensely, as if she wanted to use this most primal body heat to firmly nail the person in her arms into her own world.

He greedily sucked the saliva from Gojo Satoru's mouth, his tongue brushing against her sensitive palate, forcing Gojo Satoru to only let out intermittent whimpers.

Kikawa Sumi closed his eyes, but the images he had seen before kept flashing through his mind. The information revealed in the images was so unsettling that he could only tighten his arms and hold the person in his arms tightly.

With some difficulty, Gojo Satoru turned his head slightly during a breath, his slender fingers running through Sumi Kikawa's black hair, gently stroking it soothingly.

He was panting, looking into Kikawa Sumi's deep black eyes, darkened by lust, and asked in a damp voice with a half-smile, "Didn't you say... you hadn't eaten? Aren't you going to cook?"

That sentence brought me back to my senses somewhat.

Sumire looked up at Gojo Satoru's lips, which were red from being kissed, and her Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

He didn't put the person down, but instead rubbed his nose against Gojo Satoru's nose, his voice hoarse as if it contained grit:

I want to shower with you.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, looking at the undisguised possessiveness in the man's eyes, and the stubbornness that only he could perceive, a stubbornness stemming from a deep sense of insecurity.

After a long while, he let out a low, muffled laugh and completely gave up resisting.

He tightened his arms around Sumire's neck, tacitly agreeing with her actions.

A dark glint flashed in Sumire Kikawa's eyes as she received permission.

He held the person in his arms firmly in that supporting posture, then turned and strode into the steamy bathroom.