Reality – Chiba, Tokyo.
Evening, Gojo Household.
Umaru sat stiffly on the sofa, cheeks puffed, glaring at the sight in front of her.
Subaru Mitejima —dressed elegantly as ever—had latched herself onto Gojo Satoru's arm like a clingy octopus, pressing herself close enough that made Umaru's eye twitched and blushed just by looking at her.
'Damn woman! Pervert! Hugging my brother like that in front of me!! No way am I admitting you're my sister-in-law!' Never!!'
Umaru thought, practically radiating sparks of irritation, pouting.
It had been just over an hour since they returned from the Magano battlefield.
After the battle with the Samurai-class impurity, Gojo was caught off guard by Subaru's sudden appearance. The Onmyoji had wasted no time—opening the gate back to reality, leading civilians out, and organizing the rescue efforts.
The civilians were sent straight to the Yin-Yang Bureau's medical facilities. Anyone who lingered too long in Magano risked aftereffects—weakness, shortened lifespans, or worse. Ordinary people couldn't handle the taint of Impurities. Only those with strong natural spiritual power were exceptions.
The Bureau, of course, arranged for memory erasure.
But three girls somehow slipped through the cracks: Umaru, Kirara Hoshino, and Natsukawa Kiyomi.
Gojo had initially considered removing the memory of the unknown girl ( Shirakawa Shiroha), until Umaru pleaded for her with him. Then, upon hearing the names, he remembered something: Sobu High's principal had sent him transfer information weeks ago. He hadn't read it—too lazy at the time. Now, flipping through it again, he realized the truth.
"Oh. So she's one of my new students…"
Well then—special treatment was a given. His students deserved at least that much.
As for Subaru Mitejima? Her words were simple enough—
"I came all the way from Kyoto to Tokyo. No way am I just leaving. I'll buy some clothes here, that is decide."
Translation: she was moving in.
And Gojo didn't fight it.
Though strangely, Seigen Amawaka—another Heavenly Guardian—had gone straight back to Kyoto. Suspiciously fast.
Umaru was certain Subaru had "encouraged" him to leave, probably so she could enjoy a two-person world with her brother.
Umaru's suspicion burned like fire even more after seeing her behave like this.
"Brother, I'm hungry," Umaru muttered, narrowing her eyes at Subaru.
Gojo, who was balancing Subaru on one arm while scrolling his phone with the other, tilted his head. "Then what do you want to eat, Umaru? I'll go buy it."
With his technique, Gojo could teleport anywhere in Japan instantly. For his sister, he'd fetch anything—no matter the distance.
Umaru, however, crossed her arms. "I don't want takeout. I want to eat what you cook!."
Gojo grinned. "Got it. But you'll have to wait a little."
To him, that was nothing. His cooking skills rivaled even the five-star cooks.
At those words, Umaru's heart melted with joy. She smirked smugly at Ange, her chest puffing with pride —
See? My brother spoils me! If I'm hungry, he'll rush to buy food. If I want him to cook, he'll cook just for me.
"Childish," Subaru said softly, smirking behind her fan. She leaned even closer against Gojo, deliberately brushing her shoulder against his.
Umaru nearly exploded.
After sometime, with Umaru staring daggers at Subaru, while Subaru continue to tease her.
Dinner was eventually served—late, but delicious.
For once, Umaru didn't retreat to her room to play games after eating.
Instead, she claimed her favorite spot—Gojo's lap. She sprawled comfortably across him, burying herself against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Gojo didn't mind. To him, this was daily routine. His sister had always been clingy. Even though today, she was more clingy then usual.
Though in Subaru's eyes, it was nothing less than the bold claim of a little girl fighting to defend her throne.
'Tch… burying yourself against him like that…'
She thought sourly. She pressed a delicate hand against her own cheek, frustrated that Umaru had beaten her to the spot.
In defeat, she settled for wrapping herself around Gojo's other arm.
The living room fell into a strange battlefield: Gojo in the middle, Umaru claiming his chest and lap, Subaru monopolizing his arm.
Time slipped by.
By midnight, Umaru's eyelids drooped. She had been through too much in one day—Magano's battlefield, hordes of Impurities, the terror of a Samurai-class… and now, finally safe, her body finally surrendered to exhaustion.
"…Purr… purr…"
Her tiny snores echoed softly against Gojo's chest.
Smiling faintly, Gojo stroked her chestnut hair, then gently lifted her into his arms. He carried her to her room, laid her down on the bed, and tucked the quilt around her.
"Brother… don't go…" Umaru murmured in her sleep, clutching at the air.
Gojo paused at the doorway, gaze softening, before closing the door quietly.
Behind him, Subaru trailed silently on bare feet, her every step deliberate so as not to wake Umaru.
When they returned to the living room, she wasted no time. She slipped into Gojo's arms, burying her face against his chest.
The aristocratic mask she wore in public fell away completely. No noble dignity—just a foolish girl lost in affection.
"Gojo...," she mumbled, voice muffled, "your sister is a real something. She won't accept me at all."
Gojo chuckled.
"What can I say? To her, I'm just… her brother. That's not something anyone can replace."
He glanced down at his phone again. A message had come in from the Tokyo branch of the Yin-Yang Bureau. A death report.
35 Onmyoji dead.
57 exorcists dead.
471 civilians dead.
1,951 rescued.
Gojo's smile dimmed.
The numbers were heavy, even for him. Officials would suppress the story, cover the aftermath, and compensate families… but the truth weighed on him nonetheless.
Subaru sensed his silence. Her grip tightened around him.
"…I don't care about anything else. As long as you're here," she whispered.
Gojo didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stroked her head lightly, comforting her without words.
The room grew still. The world outside was dark and quiet.
Then Subaru leaned closer, lips brushing his ear. Her voice turned playful, breath warm against his skin.
"Gojo… the night is long. I can't sleep. Won't you… keep me company?"
She blew softly, mischievous, her perfume lingering in the air.
Gojo raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a sly smile. "…You really don't give up, do you?"
Subaru only laughed quietly, pressing her face against his chest.
Then—
"... I have a surprise, wait for me" She said as she turn around and left the room.
While Gojo stays in the room, calmly while thinking about what kind of surprise she might have.
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(R18)
{TN: This is my first time writing R18 and I am not good at it, 😅}
After sometimes, Subaru return,
Her heart raced as she took a step toward him, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. She was now dressed in a simple silk robe, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that left little to the imagination. Her beautiful breasts rose and fell with her quickening breath, her nipples already hard with anticipation. She knew what she wanted, and the thought of Gojo's touch sent a shiver down her spine.
"I can get used to this~," Gojo said, his voice low and teasing.
As he started walking towards her, closing the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps. His lean, muscular frame exuded confidence, and Subaru felt her shyness war with her determination.
She wanted him, and she wasn't going to let her nerves get in the way.
"Can I?" She asked, her voice soft but steady. She reached out, her fingers brushing his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. " I need it"
Gojo's lips curved into a sly smile, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're not the only one."
He cupped her face, his thumb grazing her cheek, and leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss. It was gentle at first, a brush of lips that sent a jolt of electricity through Subaru's body.
"Mhmm!"
But as their mouths moved together, the kiss deepened, becoming desperate and hungry.
Subaru suddenly bit his lower lip, her teeth grazing his skin just enough to draw a hint of blood. She tasted it, her eyes fluttering closed as a rush of desire flooded her senses.
Gojo groaned softly, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable.
"Subaru," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with need. "You're playing with fire."
She smiled, her lips still close to his. "I like the heat."
His hands moved, sliding down to cup her full breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.
"Mhmm~"
Ange gasped, her head falling back as he teased her, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She moaned softly, her breath coming in short, quick gasps.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.
Suck! Lick! Suck!
Ange's hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as she arched into his touch, her body craving more.
"Gojo~," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Please."
He pulled back, his eyes locking with hers, a teasing glint in his gaze. "What do you want, dear?"
She met his stare, her shyness melting away in the face of her desire. "You. I want you."
Gojo's smile was wicked as he stepped back, his hands guiding her toward the bed. "Then take me."
As he sat down in the corner of the bed, his grin never leaving his face.
Subaru's heart pounded as she slowing kneel between his legs, her robe falling open to reveal her bare body. She knelt before him, her hands resting on his thighs, her eyes never leaving his. She reached out, her fingers brushing the bulge in his pants, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric.
"You're already so hard for me," she whispered, her voice teasing.
Gojo's breath hitched as she unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his throbbing cock.
She wrapped her hand around him, her touch firm but gentle, her thumb brushing the sensitive head. He groaned, his head falling back as she leaned in, her lips wrapping around him.
Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue swirling as she took him in, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage.
Slurp! Lick! Slurp!
Gojo's hands tangled in her hair, holding her close as she deepened the rhythm, her lips moving up and down his length.
Slurp! Suck! Slurp! Slurp!
"Mm! Mhm! Mm!"
She moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.
"Fuck, Subaru," he groaned, his control slipping. "You're going to make me lose it."
She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. As she take the dick out of her mouth with a
Pop!
"Is that a challenge?"
Fap! Fap! Fap!
Before he could respond, she took him into her mouth again, her movements deliberate and teasing.
Slurp! Suck! Slurp!
Gojo's breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing as she pushed him closer to the edge.
After, controlling himself from cummings, she pull his dick out of her wet, warm mouth. She look sad at this but didn't say anything.
As he lifted her and make her lay down on bed, as she spread her legs and open her entrance for him, as she said:
"Welcome"
He was not able to control himself as his hands grip her hips as he pressed his erection into her wet pussy, entering her slowly, savoring the way she gasped at the sensation, as blood started flowing outside.
Thwop! Fwop! Fwop! Fwop!
Their movements were gentle at first, their bodies moving in sync as they kissed, their lips frantic and hungry.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back, her body craving for more.
Suddenly—
Gojo flipped her onto her hands and knees, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind, his movements deep and primal.
Thwop! Fwop! Thwop! Fwop! Thwop!
"Gojo!" she gasped, her voice hoarse. "Harder!, Fuck meee~!!."
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, their bodies slamming together in a rhythm that left them both breathless.
THWOP! FWOP! THRUST! FWOP! THWOP! THRUST!
The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—moans, gasps, and the wet slap of skin on skin.
Subaru's breath came in ragged gasps as Gojo buried himself inside her, his release hot and intense, her walls clenching around him.
Splurt!
Splaat! Splaat! SPLAAAAT!
SQUIRT.
"Subaru," he groaned, his voice thick with emotion. "You feel so good."
She collapsed onto her knees, her body trembling as she turned and bring her face near his dick, as her lips tenderly cleaning him, her touch gentle and reverent.
Gojo watched her, his heart pounding, his emotions swirling.
He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as they lay together, their bodies still slick with sweat.
The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken emotions and the lingering warmth of their connection.
Subaru rested her head on Gojo's chest, his fingers tangled in her hair, their hearts slowing as they caught their breath.
"That was…" Ange began, her voice trailing off.
"Incredible," Gojo finished for her, his voice soft. He kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. "You're incredible."
She smiled, her eyes closing as she savored the moment.
The room was quiet, the only sound their steady breathing and the faint hum of the world outside.
As they drifted into a deep, contented sleep, the lingering warmth of their connection felt like a promise—a promise of more moments like this, more passion, and more of each other.
And in that silence, as their hearts slowed and their bodies relaxed, she knew that this was just the beginning.
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