After all, the key still lay with Tengen.
The feeling of having one's fate manipulated by others made Kobe Suzuo feel quite unpleasant.
If Tengen refused to see Kobe Suzuo again, he would truly have to launch a military assault on Koushin Palace.
..
Satoru Gojo stood with his hands on his hips, looking incredibly confident and determined.
In short, whether it's offense or defense, whether it's A or Top or 1, the title doesn't matter; I just need to be the one in control.
How could it be irrelevant? Do you even know what you're talking about?
Although those words do indeed refer to the dominant position most of the time.
Nobara Iori's expression was complicated. Did this guy actually understand, or did he not?
If it weren't for the fact that this question was a bit too embarrassing, she would have practically wanted to grab Satoru Gojo by the shoulders and scream:
Is the study material you're looking at actually wholesome or R18!!
In the girls' chat group, Utage sent several emojis of laughing, laughing hysterically, laughing until fainting.
[That guy Satoru is getting more and more perverted.]
It is well known that Satoru Gojo has some issues with his brain, Mei has no interest in the romantic troubles of such a person.
[I can't even imagine Satoru in love]
[It feels a bit creepy lol]
“Wait, Suguru-senpai, Utage-senpai, do you feel like Satoru-kun is flying higher and higher?”
Kento Nanami frowned.
Can the Limitless Cursed Technique reach such a level? It was as effortless as a drifting cloud.
You have good taste!
Satoru Gojo snapped his fingers and, in the blink of an eye, arrived before Kento Nanami from high above, chattering incessantly as he explained his new ability.
He used a vast amount of technical jargon and long sentences, despite the inclusion of some appropriate metaphors, they remained difficult to understand.
But to the naked eye, this "new ability" was quite direct and straightforward: flight.
And it was incredibly fast, even achieving an effect similar to teleportation.
As Kobe Suzuo rushed toward the island through the night, Suguru Geto, being one of only two people capable of flight, was riding a Cursed Spirit, chasing after Satoru Gojo, who was drifting aimlessly through the sky.
This guy's drunken state was indisputable; the people on the shore were terrified that his Cursed Technique would fail and he would accidentally fall into the ocean.
Kobe Suzuo stood on the deck, first seeing Honglong flying from the distance, then seeing Satoru Gojo falling straight toward him.
He fell from the sky once again.
The CEO's passive ability was triggered, Kobe Suzuo caught Satoru Gojo in a perfect princess carry, spinning him in a romantic circle just as she always did.
Satoru Gojo's beautiful eyes didn't blink once, bright and brilliant; as soon as the princess carry routine was over, he couldn't wait to jump down from Kobe Suzuo's arms.
Before Kobe Suzuo could react, Satoru Gojo reached out with his long arms, grabbed his tie, kissed his cheek with lightning speed.
“Suzuo, welcome back.”
The continuous neon decorative lights along the coastline and the colorful, shimmering ripples on the sea surface softly illuminated Satoru Gojo's beautiful face.
If it weren't for the fear of Kobe Suzuo's embarrassment turning into rage, Merlin really wanted to use an electronic voice to let out a whistle.
[The status of the primary wife remains unshaken.. no, wait]
Merlin changed his tone.
[Hardcore 1v1 True Love]
Author's Note:
The feeling the Zenin Clan gives me is that there is a bit of familial connection, but it is truly only a tiny, infinitesimal amount.
Chapter 48: Those Flavors
The sky had gone completely dark, the boundary between the sea and the sky blurred into a chaotic mass of black.
Satoru Gojo's silhouette gradually merged into the mass of black, becoming increasingly difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
Suguru Geto was also unsure whether Satoru Gojo was still drunk, or if his brain had been fried from overusing his Cursed Technique, causing him to fall into a state of disordered dementia.
But regardless of which of the above situations it was, falling into the sea would likely result in nothing more than a gurgling death by drowning.
They were a significant distance from the island, making it highly likely that they would be accidentally spotted by ordinary people or captured by some equipment.
Suguru Geto did not want to see reports in the international news like, "Unidentified figures appear in the skies over certain waters in the Maldives, suspected to be aliens," or other such embarrassing headlines.
He certainly didn't want to waste his energy in the middle of the night, controlling Cursed Spirits to fish out some bizarre, suicidal contemporary from the vast, boundless ocean.
He rushed to catch up and just happened to see Satoru Gojo, who was "letting himself go," falling straight down toward a ship below.
Suguru Geto's heart skipped a beat as he rushed forward, only finally breathing a sigh of relief when he spotted the Kobe Family's iris flag hanging on the cruise ship.
Controlling Honglong, he slowly approached, leaping directly from mid-air onto the deck.
Satoru Gojo had his arms wrapped around Kobe Suzuo's neck, clinging to him from behind like a koala clinging to a tree.
His chin rested atop Kobe Suzuo's head, his eyes half-lidded in a drowsy manner, looking as if he were about to fall asleep.
Suguru Geto felt that it was painful to watch, yet he also felt that Satoru Gojo's drunken state was entirely expected, given his shocking outburst this afternoon.
He tilted his head to look away, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Sorry, Mr. Kobe, Satoru should be a bit drunk.."
Kobe Suzuo stood there like a wooden pillar, barely maintaining his composure:
Did they violate the regulations and provide you with alcoholic beverages?
His voice was stiff, his face flushed red, his jawline was tense, looking as if he were ready to demand an explanation.
Suguru Geto hurriedly explained, "No, he just ate too many candied fruits, then he insisted on showing us his Cursed Technique before flying over here."
Kobe Suzuo frowned, "Did he mistake wine for syrup?"
Normally, professionally trained employees would not make such a low-level mistake.
But the little white flower stumbled into the CEO while drunk, her suppressed emotions erupted under the influence of alcohol.
Chaos, entanglement, then some predictable and delightful moments of emotional intimacy unfold.
It is quite reasonable that such a situation would happen to Kobe Suzuo.
No, no.
Satoru Gojo repeated it twice, clearly acting spoiled.
He clung to Kobe Suzuo, nuzzling against him like a small animal.
When the CEO doesn't use hairspray to force his hair into a slicked-back style, it is fine, soft, fluffy.
Satoru Gojo narrowed his eyes at the hair that had puffed up like a dandelion, his voice casual and sticky: "I just liked it, so I ate a lot."
He laughed lowly, the vibration resonating through his chest and making Kobe Suzuo's back tingle.
Kobe Suzuo's back, cheeks, scalp were all numb. She spoke in a soft, gentle voice, trying to negotiate, ".. Satoru, if you're tired, do you want to go rest for a while?"
Satoru Gojo said nothing, his eyes closed as he relaxed, letting himself become a mere ornament.
Kobe Suzuo was helpless against this giant ornament.
He sighed as if resigning himself to fate, reaching out to support Satoru Gojo and shifting him into a more comfortable position on his back.
His ears were filled with the young man's shallow breathing.
Leave the rest to me. Suguru-senpai, you should go rest for now.
Suguru Geto watched the entire process expressionlessly, gave a calm response, turned to leave.
Kobe Suzuo was usually so reliable that Suguru Geto almost forgot that he was actually a god-like being as well.
The domineering CEO and the pure white flower had already merged with their halos, reaching a peak of selfless public displays of affection reminiscent of soap operas.
Rather than becoming the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, or seventh male supporting character suffering mental attacks, it would be better to seize the time to pretend to be an innocent passerby and make a run for it.
Satoru Gojo "saw" the fluctuations in Kobe Suzuo's Cursed Energy and intentionally calculated his Cursed Technique consumption before coming this way.
The training plan formulated by Kobe Suzuo was highly effective, his cursed energy recovery speed was twice as fast as before.
It was just that he had gone too long without consuming sugar, his brain was loudly expressing its dissatisfaction, his physical strength was completely exhausted.
Satoru Gojo lay lazily on Kobe Suzuo's back, boasting blissfully:
“Suzuo, that Cursed Technique usage you kept failing at before you left—it worked today.”
Kobe Suzuo skillfully coaxed, "Is that so? As expected of Satoru, you're truly amazing."
Carrying the heavy person on his back, he felt grateful that he hadn't neglected his training, he walked steadily toward his suite under the stunned gazes of the staff along the way.
"Mm-hmm, then?" Satoru Gojo pressed.
Kobe Suzuo kicked open the door to the side bedroom, pulled Satoru Gojo off of him and set him down on the bed, answered in a soft voice:
You've worked hard. If you're too tired, you can just sleep for a while. There are barriers and modern weapons on the ship, so security won't be an issue. I'll wake you up once the food and desserts arrive later.
Satoru Gojo listened quietly, behaving as docile and lovely as a tame cat throughout, allowing Kobe Suzuo to play with him.
Kobe Suzuo's heart softened, her expression becoming as gentle as melting snow. "Then I'll be going. Get some good rest."
Satoru Gojo saw that he was truly about to leave and tilted his head. "Don't you feel like something is missing, Suzuo-kun?"
While Kobe Suzuo was momentarily dazed, he leaned forward, grabbed Kobe Suzuo's wrist with a sudden surge of strength, deftly flipped over to pin him down.
Aside from certain special moments when his aura flared, the incredibly cool and domineering CEO was merely an ordinary man who trained well.
As the Fated Person who triggered Passive abilities more than anyone else, Satoru Gojo had realized this quite early on.
He leaned over Kobe Suzuo, admiring the other's stunned expression with satisfaction, mischievously tapped the corner of his mouth.
“Aren't you going to kiss me?”
The moonlight outside the window was as thin as gauze, enveloping the two of them. The romantic and tranquil atmosphere was an omen of something more, as if the lights might be turned off at any second.