Gojo Satoru listened quietly as Yukinoshita Yukino told her story.
He didn't interrupt once.
Only after she finished speaking did silence fall between them.
The sounds of club activities echoed faintly from elsewhere in the school. A baseball club member shouted somewhere outside, and the distant sound of a whistle drifted through the open corridor.
Several seconds passed.
Then Gojo finally spoke telling her about his side of the story.
"When I was heading back to the staff office on the third floor, I ran into Miura. She was crying in an empty classroom."
Gojo leaned back against the stair railing and took a sip of the drink.
"At first, I had no idea what happened. After asking her, I found out that a certain girl named Yukino had reduced her to tears."
A smile appeared on his face.
"Honestly, Yukino, I knew your sharp tongue was dangerous, but I didn't expect it to be that powerful. Amazing~"
"Tch."
Yukino clicked her tongue softly and turned her head away.
Who praises a girl's for poisonous tongue?
This scumbag teacher really had a talent for saying the wrong thing at the right moment.
"You don't have to blame yourself so much." Gojo continued drinking his black tea. "She told me she doesn't blame you."
"...She doesn't?"
Yukino's eyes showed a trace of disbelief.
She had practically argued Miura into tears.
And yet Miura didn't blame her?
Seeing the doubt on her face, Gojo chuckled.
"Don't underestimate Miura Yumiko. The reason she came looking for trouble wasn't because she hated you."
"It wasn't?"
"...No."
Gojo shook his head.
"She saw dumpling looking depressed after lunch."
"Dumpling?" Yukino look like she had a lot to complain.
Gojo nodded seriously, ignoring the obvious expression on Yukino's face, "Then she heard that Dumpling had gone to the Service Club and talked to you. So she assumed you made Yui upset."
"Most of the time, you only see her acting confident and proud. But honestly, she's surprisingly soft-hearted and cares a lot about her friends. Maybe more than anyone else in her group."
Yukino remained silent.
Thinking about it carefully, Miura really was always protecting Yuigahama.
Even when nobody asked her to.
Gojo stretched lazily.
"So don't keep overthinking it. You are still soft. If someone came looking for trouble with me like that, I would've solved it with my fists." Gojo said as he made a fist and punching motion with his free hand that wasn't holding the drink.
"And then go to jail?" Yukino replied immediately.
Gojo froze.
"...Why would I go to jail?"
"Because assault is a crime."
"H-hey, don't curse me like that."
"Hmph." Yukino snorted. "Violence usually leads to prison. That's common sense."
"Ah yes, yes, yes." Gojo waved his hand lazily. While inwardly feeling somewhat amused at the thought of going to jail. "I forgot Miss Honor Student is here."
Yukino rolled her eyes.
Then Gojo sighed dramatically.
"You know, I came all the way here to comfort a certain kitten. I even brought black tea and yet after drinking my tea, she immediately started meowing at me."
"Ah, what a tragic story."
"It's truly a case of the farmer and the snake."
{T/N: He is talking about a story where a farmer help and care for a snake but the snake bite it and kill the farmer }
Yukino's eyebrow twitched.
"You are not the farmer and I am not a kitten. Also, you're mixing your metaphors. Mr. Scum-sensei."
"Oh?" Gojo grinned, not angry at her insult at all. "You called me Scum-sensei again."
"And?"
"If you say it one more time—"
Before Yukino could finish speaking,
Whoosh!
Gojo suddenly reached over.
"Eh?"
His hand immediately messed up her perfectly maintained long black hair.
The elegant hairstyle she spent all day keeping neat instantly became a complete disaster.
"W-What are you doing?!"
Yukino shouted in displeasure, like a kitty getting step on its tail.
But Gojo wasn't done.
He pinched both sides of her cheeks, very annoyingly.
"You're too serious."
"It hurts!" Yukino instinctively cried out as her cheeks began to turn sight red due to pain, if she was seating she would have kick him!
Gojo laughed loudly.
"Hahaha! Mission accomplished!"
Then he grabbed his black tea and immediately ran down the stairs.
Step! Step! Step!
His footsteps echoed farther and farther away.
Leaving only the displeasure and angry kitty behind.
She slowly lifted the strands of hair hanging over her face.
The usually elegant Yukinoshita Yukino now looked like she had just survived a tornado.
Her hairstyle was completely ruined.
For a brief moment, she resembled a resentful ghost from a horror movie.
Then—
"GOJO SATORU!!!"
Her furious shout echoed across the entire floor.
Every nearby club instantly went silent.
The brass band stopped playing.
The literature club stopped talking.
Even the tennis club members outside paused for a second.
The entire floor became eerily quiet.
A minute later, activities slowly resumed.
Though noticeably quieter than before.
Yukino stood there breathing heavily, her throat arches due to how loudly she had scream.
After several moments, she finally calmed down.
She brushed her hair aside and looked toward the staircase where Gojo had disappeared.
"...Really." A small smile appeared despite herself. "What a scumbag teacher."
She knew exactly what he had been doing.
Yukino looked at the black tea bottle in her hand.
The tea was sweet.
Far sweeter than she usually liked. Yet somehow it wasn't unpleasant.
"Hmph." She took another sip. "Next time you mess up my hair like this, you're dead."
After spending several minutes fixing her appearance, Yukino finally stood up and returned to the Service Club. Where Hachiman was trembling like a scared puppy.
...
Meanwhile...
Gojo Satoru hurried down the stairs toward the third floor.
After reaching the landing, he glanced behind him.
No sign of Yukino.
"Good." He grinned. "Looks like she didn't chase me."
Putting his hands into his pockets, he walked proudly toward the teachers' office. He had already thrown the empty bottle at the nearby dusbin.
Opening the office door—
Click!
Inside, only Hiratsuka Shizuka was present in the office.
She was sitting in her chair wearing her white coat while scrolling through her phone.
Naruko Yokoshima and Chihiro had already gone home due to having no leftover work.
The office was much quieter than usual.
Gojo raised a hand.
"Yo, Shizuka."
Hiratsuka immediately looked up. Then narrowed her eyes as she said with a displeased face.
"You're late. I've been waiting for over thirty minutes."
After school, she had been waiting for Gojo in the office. She had even refuse the offer of her friends for drink!
But he finally came over after waiting for more than half an hour! He was so late that she had already finished all the work that she thought she would do in home and even then their were some more time left for her to watch some reels.
If it were any other woman, I'm afraid she would have already left him long ago! She complain to herself inwardly.
Gojo sat down casually.
"You can't blame me. I was on my way here. But then, I heard some kittens meowing. So naturally, I had to investigate the reason behind it." Gojo explain with unnecessary proud expression.
Hiratsuka looked skeptical.
"Kittens?"
"Yep." Gojo nodded seriously.
Hiratsuka stared at him for several seconds. Then sighed.
"You're talking about students again, aren't you?" She was too familiar with his bullshits to fall for it.
"Maybe."
"You are impossible."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
The two left the office shortly afterward together after cleaning the office and fixing the documents.
Gojo locked the door behind them.
Before leaving school grounds, he sent a quick message to Umaru Gojo and Benio Adashino.
Gojo:"Order dinner. I'm not coming back tonight."
A reply arrived almost instantly.
Umaru: "Again? 🤨"
Gojo laughed as he told them that their is some work left which might take the whole night to complete and also that it's better to order dinner that make it yourself.
He had tired their homemade food and knew that how previous they were that no one should try it.
Gojo check their reply before placing the phone inside his pocket before he began to walked beside Hiratsuka as they navigated the quiet corridors of the school.
Hiratsuka, for her part, maintained a stern expression, though the slight softening of her eyes betrayed her as she looked at him talking with his family.
"So," Gojo started, his voice casual but playful. "Since I've been such a 'good boy' today, helping you clear out the office, don't you think I deserve a reward?"
Hiratsuka scoffed, though she didn't move away as he stepped closer, invading her personal space. "A reward for being a nuisance? Your logic is flawed, Gojo."
"My logic is perfect," he countered, there distance closed enough that they could kiss.
"Fine," she muttered, turning away to hide her blush. "But don't think this means you're off the hook for your behavior in class."
Of course she knew how Gojo behave in front of his class and his teaching methods.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Gojo chuckled.
...
The walk to Hiratsuka's apartment was filled with a charged silence, broken only by the occasional teasing comment from Gojo.
By the time they reached her door and stepped inside, the atmosphere had shifted.
Click!
As soon as the door clicked shut, locking the rest of the world away, Gojo didn't waste a second.
Thud!
He pinned her against the closed door, his body slamming into hers with a sudden, forceful intensity. Hiratsuka gasped, her breath hitching as she felt the hard lines of his chest and thighs pressing against her chest.
Before she could utter a word of protest, his mouth crashed onto hers.
Smack!
Kiss!
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a claim.
Gojo's tongue pushed past her lips with an aggressive hunger, swirling around hers in a deep, wet dance of dominance. He tasted of sweet and black tea, his tongue probing every corner of her mouth, demanding her total surrender.
Hiratsuka moaned into the kiss, her hands instinctively flying up to grip his shoulders, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.
"Mmmph... Gojo..." she whimpered, her head tilting back against the wood of the door as he shifted his focus to her jawline.
He didn't stop after breaking the kiss.
Kiss—Kiss—Kiss—!
He trailed a path of scorching kisses down her neck, his lips against the sensitive skin of her throat. He knew exactly where her weak spots were.
He found the sweet spot just below her ear and sucked hard, creating a dark, bruising mark that would serve as a beacon of his ownership.
"Stop... we need to... dinner..." Hiratsuka managed to choke out, though her voice lacked any real conviction. Her body was betraying her, her chest heaving, her nipples already hardening beneath her professional attire.
"Dinner can wait," Gojo whispered against her skin, his breath hot and humid. "I've found something much more appetizing."
He pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes, his blindfolded was already remove at some point as she show his beautiful sky blue eyes.
"Ah?
With a swift movement, he scooped her up in his arms, causing her to shriek in surprise. He carried her toward her bedroom.
...
Inside her Bedroom,
Slam!
Gojo kicked the bedroom door shut with a resounding sound, that echoing through the quiet apartment.
He didn't gently set Hiratsuka down; he practically tossed her onto the soft expanse of her bed, her body bouncing slightly against the mattress.
Before she could even catch her breath or attempt to regain some semblance of her professional dignity, Gojo was over her, his heavy frame pinning her down, his sky-blue eyes glowing with an intensity that made her heart hammer against her ribs.
"You're always so composed, Sensei~," Gojo murmured, his voice a low, using 'Sensei' instead of the usual 'Shizuka'. "I wonder how long it takes for that mask to completely shatter."
Hiratsuka gasped, her legs instinctively parting as he settled between them, his thighs pressing firmly against her hips.
"You..." she breathed, but her hands weren't pushing him away. Instead, they were sliding up his chest, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.
Their lips meet each other again, in a messy, wet collision that tasted of desperation and heat.
Slurp! Smack! Slurp!
"Mmmmph!"
Their tongues clashed and tangled, swirling in a frantic rhythm. The sound of their saliva mixing filled the air, a wet, sloppy symphony of lust.
Gojo's tongue pushed deep into her throat, claiming her, forcing her to swallow his essence as he dominated her mouth.
Hiratsuka's moans were muffled by his lips, turning into desperate whimpers.
She arched her back, her chest heaving, the friction of her professional blouse against her hardening nipples becoming an unbearable torture.
Gojo felt the shift in her posture and smirked against her lips.
"Mhn!?"
He broke the kiss, before trailing a line of biting kisses down her jaw, his teeth grazing the skin of her sensitive neck.
"Let's get this restrictive clothing off you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
His hands moved with practiced efficiency. He reached for the buttons of her blouse, popping them open one by one with a hurried intensity.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
He peeled the fabric back, exposing her shoulders and the lace of her bra. As the shirt fell away, Gojo paused for a moment, his blue eyes scanning her form.
Hiratsuka was wearing a delicate, pale pink lace bra that contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. The cups were strained, her full breasts pushing against the fabric, the pink lace barely containing the volume of her beautiful treasure. Her nipples were clearly visible, poking through the thin material as hard, erect peaks.
"Pink..." Gojo remarked, a playful, surprised glint in his eyes. "Who knew the stern Hiratsuka-sensei had such a girlish taste in lingerie?"
It was very different from what she used and like to wear. Since, whenever they did it he had only seen her with sexy black underwears.
Hiratsuka blushed a deep crimson, her eyes fluttering. "Shut up... just... shut up and touch me," she hissed, though there was no heat in the command, only a desperate plea.
She didn't choose pink underwears for any particular reason and the only reason she wear them today was because most of her underwears are still not dried up yet.
Gojo chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest. He reached down, his large hands cupping her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh firmly.
Squish! Squeeze! Squish!
He kneaded them like dough, his thumbs circling the hard nipples through the lace with familiar circle.
Hiratsuka let out a loud, needy moan, her head tossing back against the pillows.
"Nnnngh! Gojo... ah!"
He didn't stop there. He reached behind her, unhooking the bra with a swift flick of his wrist. The pink lace snapped open, and her breasts spilled out, free and bouncing. They were magnificent—pale, smooth, with wide, rosy areolas and deep pink nipples that stood out like beacons of arousal.
Gojo stared for a heartbeat, mesmerized by the sight, before leaning down to claim them.
SUCK!
He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard, his tongue swirling around the tip.
Suck! Slurp!
POP!
He treated her breast like a piece of delicious candy, tasting the salt of her skin and the sweetness of her desire.
Hiratsuka screamed, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer as he alternated between breasts, licking, biting, and sucking until both peaks were swollen and glistening with saliva.
"You're so beautiful, Hiratsuka," he groaned, his voice guttural. "Every inch of you is just... begging for me."
He shifted his focus downward, his hands sliding down her torso.
He reached the waistband of her skirt and slid it down her legs with a single, fluid motion, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Now, she lay before him in only her pink panties—a matching set of lace that hugged her hips and barely covered the mound of her pussy.
Gojo didn't immediately go for the prize. He wanted to torture her, to make her crave him until she was sobbing.
He began to kiss her stomach, his lips pressing into the smooth, fair skin of her belly. He licked a stripe of fire from her navel downward, his breath hot against her skin.
Lick! Kiss! Slurp!
Hiratsuka squirmed, her hips bucking upward. "Gojo... please... don't...stop... just... hurry up.."
"Patience, Shizuka," he teased, his voice muffled against her skin.
He began to kiss the insides of her thighs, his tongue tracing the crease where her legs met her torso. He could smell her now—the heady, musky scent of a woman in heat, the smell of her juices soaking through the thin pink lace.
He reached the edge of her panties but didn't remove them yet. Instead, he pressed his face against the fabric, inhaling deeply. He began to lick the lace, his tongue probing the center of her pussy through the cloth wetting it both form the outside and inside.
"Ahhh! Nnnngh! It's... it's too much...!" Hiratsuka cried out loud, her legs shaking as Gojo took his time against her weak and sensitive places.
Gojo let out a low growl and finally ripped the pink panties away, the lace tearing slightly under his strength.
"Beautiful."
He stared at her pussy—pink, plump, and glistening with a thick layer of translucent arousal. Her clitoris was swollen, peeking out from her folds, twitching with every breath she took.
Without warning, Gojo dove in.
Squelch!
His tongue slammed against her clitoris, a wide, wet stroke that sent a shockwave of pleasure through Hiratsuka's entire body. She shrieked, her back arching so violently that only her head and heels touched the bed.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!"
Gojo was relentless. He used his tongue like a weapon, flicking the sensitive nub with rapid-fire precision while his fingers slid deep inside her.
Slop! Squelch! Squelch!
He pushed two fingers in, stretching her tight walls, feeling the internal muscles clamping down on him in desperate pulses.
"You're so wet, Shizuka," Gojo murmured between laps, his voice dripping with smugness. "You're practically drowning me in your juices. Look at you... leaking all over the sheets for me."
"I... I can't... oh god... Gojo!"
He did nothing but increased the pace, his tongue working her clit into a frenzy while his fingers pumped in and out of her with a rhythmic, wet sound.
Squelch! Slop! Squelch!
He could feel her reaching the edge, her pussy tightening around his fingers, her breathing becoming shallow, desperate pants.
"Come for me, sensei! Give it all to me!"
With one final, powerful flick of his tongue and a deep, plunging thrust of his fingers, Hiratsuka exploded.
She screamed, her voice cracking as a massive orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers in a vice-like grip, pulsing in rhythmic waves of ecstasy. Her tongue lolling slightly from her mouth as she shuddered in the afterglow.
Gojo didn't let her recover. As she lay there, panting and broken, he stood up and stripped off his own clothes in a blur of motion. When he stood before her, his cock was a towering pillar of heat, engorged and pulsing, the head leaking a thick bead of pre-cum.
Hiratsuka looked up at him, her gaze hazy and filled with longing. "...What are...you...waiting for..."
Gojo smirked. He gripped her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed so her legs were draped over his shoulders. He aligned the head of his cock with her soaking wet entrance and, with one brutal, singular thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.
THRUST!
"FUCK!" Hiratsuka shrieked, her eyes widening.
The sheer girth of him stretched her open, filling every millimeter of her internal space. It was a feeling of complete invasion, a total surrender of her body to his. Gojo groaned, his face contorting as he felt the searing heat of her tight walls gripping him.
"You're... so... tight...!" he roared, his voice a guttural rasp.
He began to fuck her with a primal, animalistic intensity. Each thrust was a hammer blow, his pelvis slamming against hers with a loud, fleshy slap.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The sound of their colliding bodies filled the bedroom, mixing with the wet squelching of their juices.
"Nnnngh! More! Harder! Fuck me harder!" Hiratsuka pleaded, her nails digging into his back, her legs locking around his waist to pull him even deeper as she too began to move her hips with much difficulties.
Gojo obliged.
He accelerated the pace, his movements becoming a blur of friction and heat. He reached up, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them ruthlessly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he drove himself into her womb.
He was hitting her cervix with every thrust, sending jolts of electricity through her spine.
"I'm going to fill you up, Hiratsuka!" Gojo groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm going to pump so much cum into you that you'll be leaking it for a week!"
"Yes! Fill me! Give me your baby butter!"
The tension built to an unbearable peak. Gojo felt the pressure in his loins reaching a breaking point. He delivered five final, devastating thrusts, each one deeper than the last, slamming his pelvis against her with everything he had.
"I'M COMING! AAAAAHHHHHH!"
Gojo erupted. He let out a primal scream as he pumped load after load of thick, hot seed deep into her depths. Hiratsuka screamed in unison, her own climax triggering once more, her walls squeezing his cock in a desperate, rhythmic dance as she felt the hot liquid filling her up.
They collapsed together, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. Gojo stayed inside her for several minutes, savoring the feeling of her pulsing around him.
Eventually, he slid out with a wet shlop, and a mixture of his white cum and her clear juices leaked from her pussy, trailing down her thighs and staining the bedsheets.
Hiratsuka lay there, completely spent, her chest heaving, a look of pure, unadulterated satisfaction on her face. She looked at Gojo, her eyes soft and loving.
"You... you really are...spend me," she whispered, a small, happy smile on her lips.
Gojo chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "And you love it."
...
Wednesday Morning,
Sunlight had not yet risen.
The sky outside was still dark.
Gojo Satoru slowly opened his eyes.
The room was quiet.
A faint morning breeze drifted through the slightly open window.
He got out of bed, stretched lazily, and walked over to open the curtains.
Outside, the city was only beginning to wake up.
Behind him, Hiratsuka Shizuka remained asleep her naked body shining due to sunlight and sweat.
She pulled the blanket tighter and mumbled something incomprehensible before rolling over.
Gojo glanced back.
A smile appeared on his face. Then he looked toward the brightening horizon.
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