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

After dinner, Sumi Kichikawa got up and went to her bedroom to change her clothes.

Gojo Satoru lay lazily on the living room sofa. His gaze swept aimlessly across the room, eventually landing on the coffee table.

There lay the tablet computer that Sumi Kichikawa had forgotten to bring in; the screen was still glowing with a faint light.

"Well, let's see what kind of advanced things Dr. Kosumi usually studies."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow and curiously leaned closer.

The tablet displayed a densely packed medical paper in a foreign language. But what was striking was not the dry and obscure technical terms, but rather the fact that the entire paper was crudely covered with brightly colored lines.

The red, yellow, and green colors are intertwined, just like an overturned palette.

Even more impressively, next to an extremely long and complex sentence, someone used a stylus to write several large, bold characters that took up half the screen and seemed to penetrate the paper:

[Important!!]

And next to it, marked with heavy circles, as if filled with deep hatred:

【can't read!!!】

The handwriting is so wild and unruly that you can almost feel the writer's frustration, helplessness, and overwhelming urge to keep reading, even through the screen.

Gojo Satoru stared at those large characters for a full three seconds.

"puff……"

He covered his mouth tightly, and his shoulders began to shake violently and uncontrollably.

He simply couldn't reconcile these resentful doodles on the screen with the image of Dr. Kichikawa, who always wore a white coat, wrote fluently in medical records, and always had a cool and composed demeanor.

This person's serious appearance is so deceptive. Who would have thought that he would write such things on a paper while reading it in private?

With a "click," the bedroom door opened.

Kikawa Sumi, having changed into a loose cotton pajama set, stepped out. A refreshing minty scent, reminiscent of shower gel, immediately filled the air.

As he dried his half-dry black hair with a towel, he looked up and saw Gojo Satoru engrossed in watching his tablet with a pleasant smile on his lips.

Sumire Kichikawa froze abruptly as she dried her hair.

In just one second of eye contact, Sumi Kichikawa instantly realized what Satoru Gojo was looking at.

"Oh my—" Gojo Satoru drawled, a mischievous glint in his azure eyes, as he shook the tablet in his hand. "I never would have guessed that our composed Dr. Kikawa had this side to him?"

Kikawa Sumi stood still, her expression remaining calm and composed.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that the pale white tips of his ears, hidden beneath his black, tousled hair, are visibly flushed with a suspicious, burning red.

He is indeed not very good at dealing with such dense, long passages of text.

During those years traversing various dangerous worlds, all his survival skills and medical knowledge were ingrained in his bones through almost brutal witnessing and hands-on experience.

He was used to finding hope amidst carnage, used to using his hands to sense the passing and pulsation of life.

Therefore, when he came to this peaceful world, in order to become a truly qualified doctor, he put in unimaginable effort to master those theoretical knowledge.

Sometimes, however, you just can't understand something. He himself felt extremely helpless when faced with those long, convoluted explanations.

But what he didn't expect was that the perfect image he had painstakingly cultivated for so long would be exposed one after another and without mercy by Gojo Satoru on the same day, not long after they started living together.

"Sumi," Gojo Satoru laughed, sprawling on the sofa, mocking him without any restraint, "the way you look at your paper is like a primary school student doing reading comprehension!"

Sumi Kikawa took a deep breath, trying to salvage some dignity as a doctor: "I got a perfect score in my practical course."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, suppressing a laugh as he pressed on, "Eh—what about the theory classes?"

Sumire Kichikawa was silent for two seconds.

Those deep black eyes stared into the void, and he uttered five words in a calm tone:

"I graduated alive."

"Hahahaha—I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts!"

Gojo Satoru finally couldn't hold back anymore and laughed so hard that he curled up in laughter, and a few tears even welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Kikawa Sumi stood there expressionless, a dark aura of "resentment" beginning to emanate from her. He walked over and tried to snatch his tablet back from the man who was laughing so unceremoniously.

"Alright, alright, stop laughing." Gojou Satoru gently grasped his wrist, sat up slightly, and a lingering smile remained in his eyes. "Well, seeing how much pain you're in, do you need Gojou-sensei to take pity on you and help you out?"

Kikawa Sumi lowered her eyes, looking at him with a hint of suspicion in her voice: "Aren't you a PE teacher?"

"Don't underestimate me." Gojo Satoru pouted unhappily, tapping his temple with his fingertip, his tone proud. "My learning ability is top-notch, especially academic stuff like this."

Kikawa Sumi stared at him for a few seconds.

Then, a hint of compromise flashed across his expressionless face. Instead of pulling his hand back, he earnestly pushed the tablet towards Gojo Satoru's hands:

"help me."

Gojou Satoru's eyes darted around, a sly smile playing on his lips. He seized the opportunity, saying, "Helping you is fine, but Gojou-sensei's tutoring fees are very expensive. How about this, I'll give you a kiss for every page of key points I help you organize."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sumi Kichikawa didn't hesitate for even half a second.

He bent down slightly, rested one hand on the back of the sofa, and placed a crisp kiss on Gojo Satoru's smooth forehead.

"Pop".

Instantly separate.

Gojo Satoru was stunned.

He touched his forehead where he had been kissed, and looking at the man in front of him who had already straightened up as if nothing had happened, he suddenly felt annoyed that he had been outmaneuvered.

"The forehead doesn't count!" Gojo Satoru protested, dissatisfied.

Kikawa Sumi looked at him, her tone matter-of-fact: "You didn't say where you wanted to kiss me."

Gojo Satoru narrowed his pale blue eyes dangerously: "Has Dr. Kosumi learned to exploit loopholes in the rules now? What a cunning adult."

Sumi Kichikawa did not back down.

He maintained that slightly bent-over posture, his eyes fixed on Gojo Satoru.

"Where do you want to kiss?" he asked seriously.

When Gojo Satoru was asked such a direct question, all the teasing words he had prepared got stuck in his throat.

The temperature in the air seemed to rise quietly during this question and answer session.

Gojo Satoru's eyes darted around.

"……Mouth."

As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow fell over the room.

Kikawa Sumi moved closer to him. Their noses almost touched, and the crisp minty scent emanating from Kikawa Sumi, mixed with her warm breath, enveloped Gojo Satoru completely.

But just as their lips were about to touch, Sumi Kichikawa stopped.

His warm breath brushed against Gojo Satoru's lips, his voice incredibly low and husky, carrying an almost pious yet irresistible plea:

"May I?"

Gojo Satoru's eyelashes trembled violently.

He tilted his head back slightly and let out a soft syllable from deep in his throat.

"Um……"

It was completely different from that deep, predatory kiss that morning.

The kiss was very gentle.

Kikawa Sumi's lips pressed against his, gently grinding and sucking, slowly prying open his teeth, gently yet forcefully penetrating him.

The soft, watery sounds of their lips and tongues entwining made one blush, as if conveying all their love through this slow, intimate act.

After what seemed like an eternity, Sumi Kichikawa finally retreated with great reluctance.

Satoru Gojo leaned back on the sofa, a shimmering red glow at the corners of his eyes. He calmed his breathing slightly, his pale blue eyes veiled with a hazy mist, and he whispered in a hoarse voice:

"...This is just a deposit for one page."

Sumi Kichikawa did not get up.

He maintained the position of holding the person in his arms, his rough fingertips gently caressing Gojo Satoru's lips, which were kissed until they were red and moist, while a deep, unfathomable undercurrent surged in his eyes.

He looked at Gojo Satoru, his voice low:

"Then I hope this paper can be a bit longer."