The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

Tiger Tooth Injury...

This sentence is indeed true.

He was grabbed by the big white cat in front of him, who seemed to have locked catnip, and gently pushed it down on the bed behind him with his paws.

The sheets rubbed against the clothes.

Half of my head was pressed against the cold and comfortable corner of the wall, and my body was pressed down by the slightly covered weight and sank into the messy and soft bedding.

There was a slight pain and numbness on the lips, it was the fangs protruding out of the vicious big white cat, which was grinding and prying open the closed line of defense.

"light……"

Trying to make a reminder similar to whimpering, I stick out the tip of my tongue a little to push away Gojo Satoru's somewhat tormenting cat teeth.

But this frizzy white hair obviously misunderstood my behavior, or knew it was deliberately playing stupid.

At the moment when I was giving away the head obediently, the cat tongue that would stick out when making a face, entangled and clung to it and slipped in.

Like an insatiable gluttonous child.

At this time, Gojo Satoru, who was squinting and looking a little lazy, with pale eye feathers hanging down, half propped up his body, carefully observed the rare expressions gradually stained on the familiar faces with his six eyes, and seemed to use them Looking at the tip of the tongue that has tasted countless desserts, big and small, it breaks through the defense line bit by bit, and penetrates into the interlayer of soft and sweet cake towel rolls.

Sensing that the other party had deliberately retracted his teeth, Shiratori, who had overcome the initial shyness, gradually became accustomed to the situation in front of him.

The tense and straight legs gradually relaxed, and the fingers that were tightly gripping the fabric of the boy's waist were also slowly relaxed, and the slightly diffused and misted pupils slowly emerged with the color of a cloud of strength.

The cat who managed to eat the pastry was not satisfied with the simple taste in front of him. He learned to explore further without a teacher, lingering in the warm and slightly sweet cream cake cavity to taste delicately.

The bent knees... couldn't help but push forward a little bit, happily watching the stiffness, panic and instinctive helplessness reflected in the girl like a seasoning.

Slightly similar to... startled birds.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru's whole heart was so cute that it trembled and itched.

The soft heart made him no longer bully the little bird in the palm of his hand who was willing to stop for him, and ended this real kiss, watching the filaments drawn like icicles break inseparably between the two.

He stretched out his hand, and used his warmed thumb to wipe away the slight moisture from his lips.

……

Gojo Satoru propped up his face, like a cat with its big fur tail waving leisurely, gazing at me with infinite gentleness and covetous eyes, who was still a little dazed, was exhausted and lay on my back on the bed without taking a big breath.

After finally being relieved and my pupils becoming able to refocus, I started to feel ashamed again by what I noticed.

Soggy...of.

It's not just the eye sockets.

Anyway, I'm too bad.

For a while, under the gaze of the beautiful and pure blue cat eyes, I deeply realized what it means to have "nowhere to hide".

And Gojo Satoru obviously saw the embarrassment I thought I had hidden well, so he blinked his big cat eyes innocently again, retracted his knees, and asked:

"Do you need help?"

"Or... the little white bird will come by itself?"

“………///”

Whoa.

Do other couples also have such ear-warming exchanges?

My eyes dodged and drifted, and I subconsciously looked at Gojo Satoru's clothes that I had scratched and wrinkled, all the way down, and finally found disappointedly that the piled up sheets happened to be tightly covered.

With tears of shame in my eyes, I maintained my appearance and resumed my serious and expressionless face:

"I'll do it myself."

After a few minutes...

来、

Come on yarn!

I won't!

hateful! !

Although I used to watch all kinds of behaviors required by the heroine of Lifan with the mentality of scientific inquiry, but even if I have "seen pigs running", I still have "never eaten pork" after all!

Ah well.

I apologize for my inappropriate analogy to the innocent heroines.

"oops……"

Seeing the small face of Shiratori pursing his lips in front of him, changing from pale to blue, and finally from blue to black, Gojo Satoru finally couldn't hold back his head and leaned against the girl's shoulder, his white hair trembling and scratching against her Cheek chuckled.

"I didn't expect that little white bird was just a pure and innocent child—"

he said with a smile.

However, the laughter suddenly stopped.

"Ah...not good."

The pupils of the pupils that were completely squinted with a smile opened suddenly, and the hands were also closed and raised to cover most of the face that had become a little dignified and serious.

"?"

Turning his head slowly, Gojo Satoru, who had a rare serious face, looked at the petite girl who was lying on his side and was slashing at him.

The guilt of "starting in three years" spread from the back to the top of the head.

"I always feel more and more like a crime..." He murmured in a low voice, tilting his head as if worried, and asked again, "Little White Bird, we are the same age, right?"

Shiratori: "...##"

Shiratori: "You! guna!!!—"

Shiratori, who felt that he was overwhelmed by yin and yang, kicked up and kicked the long leg of the person beside him without mercy.

She thought, if she wore pants and didn't recognize people, the kicks would be more than just the legs.

"Yeah, sorry, sorry~"

Unexpectedly, Bai Mao, who stepped on the thunder accurately, quickly hugged the little girlfriend who was about to flutter away from him, and buried her head in favor of the other party's neck, which faintly exuded the girl's unique fragrance, and rubbed it with her fluffy hair .

He is well aware of the temperament of his little boy, as long as he encounters him acting coquettishly or catting, most of the time he will have no choice but to forgive him.

"In that case, you can leave it to me to get it with peace of mind, okay?"

After a while longer, he opened his mouth and tentatively suggested.

"..."

Neither for nor against.

If you don't speak, it's the default.

Ah, I can feel it, the slightly touched earlobe is warm.

I'm being shy... so cute.

That being the case...

The adam's apple rolled up and down, his blue eyes darkened, and Gojo Satoru felt that the beating in his chest accelerated uncomfortably.

"So--"

Unconsciously, his voice became hoarse, his throat tightened, and the boy buried his head completely in the girl's soft and tactile hair.

He closed his eyes lightly, and stretched out his hand towards the person he longed for/be touched by.

……

At the beginning, it was 0.5, the whole root was submerged, and no discomfort signal was received, so it was gradually increased to the number 2.

"...Ugh,"

The nose was hit by the back of the head, and I felt uneasy and stiff.

what.

Well, just 2 is the limit.

No, it would be better to say that 2 is very reluctant.

A little bit... down.

After all, his... is not just a level 2.

For the first time, I feel that "the strongest" does not mean "the best" in everything.

"Don't be afraid, take it easy, I'm here."

Gently stroking the trembling and fragile back, softening his voice to comfort patiently, stretching it out moderately within the adaptable range of the other party.

……

"Enlightenment, enlightenment."

"Ok?"

"Enough, it hurts, I might be... sorry."

"It hurts, no, it's okay," he sighed softly, "then..."

Is it still too hard?

The number is reduced from 2 to 1, abandoning the original purpose and switching to making the other half comfortable.

The slender fingers moved around deftly, with perfect strength and precision every time.

Even if he has never helped others like this before, the strongest Gojo Satoru can't hurt the one he loves in the slightest.

Obviously, the ability of "six eyes" has come in handy here beyond imagination.

……

"Wait... Wu, wait a minute, this is too exciting... Ugh."

He bit his lower lip tightly and covered his hands tightly to prevent the sound from leaking, his back arched like a frightened cat, his body and brain were stirred together until it was as sweet and sticky as honey, and it was a mess.

"Do you really want to stop here?"

"..."

"Don't you like the little white bird?"

……Fool.

Of course... I like it.

Otherwise, how could I let you be so wanton...

Ahhh, so annoying.

Instinctively want to reject, but can't bear to leave the heat.

So, in the end, the girl just closed her eyes tightly, humming slightly from time to time, enduring everything that kept rushing towards her and pushing her further away like a sea wave.

Feeling the cruel and gentle love, everything that the boy named Gojo Satoru brought to her, be it honey or sex, was accepted, endured, and devoured into her stomach.

……

In the end, I felt my brain suddenly go blank.

When Gojo Satoru realized something, his movements also paused.

...had.

...

The trembling girl pushed her away and evacuated in an emergency. After a half-hour break, she stumbled closer as if coveting the warmth of her lover's arms.

Feeling the warm body curled up into a small ball, being sent over again after being empty in the arms.

The eyes gradually brought pity.

"hug me."

"Okay, hug."

Gently patted the trembling girl in his arms, Gojo Satoru hugged her tightly as if hugging some fragile object.

He raised his eyelids and observed the situation with six eyes.

Then he quickly closed his eyes tightly again, suppressing the rising hotness.

If it's... now, I'm afraid it's too early.

After snuggling quietly for a while...

"Let's stop here today? The little white bird is doing great."

"..."

The little creature in his arms moved.

He raised his head, and looked with concern in his eyes: "What about you? I'm fine, what should Wu do?"

Shiratori looked at Gojo Satoru's pale blue eyes that were a little moist due to patience.

——Looking like this, it’s as if she’s just been made to cry.

But there was clearly a doting arc on his lips, Gojo Satoru blinked his blue eyes again, blinking away some uncontrollable physical tears because of wanting, trying to pretend that nothing happened.

"Go to sleep," leaning down, DK kissed JK's forehead hair without any distracting thoughts, "You're already very tired, aren't you? Little White Bird, please take a good night's sleep, okay?"

"But……"

"It's okay with me. After all, I'm the strongest, in various ways."

"..."

For a long time, there was no sound in the room.

Listen carefully, only weak and even breathing.

Probably because he didn't even have time to listen to Gojo Satoru's words, the hazy white bird fell asleep first.

"It's really... a child who loves to be brave."

After poking his girlfriend who was sleeping soundly with a cute sleeping face, and made sure that he wouldn't wake up easily, Gojo Satoru slowly turned over.

Turning his back to the other party, with a blank expression on his face, he used the other slightly hot and trembling hand to solve his own affairs.

……

...

The old and new paper towels that were crumpled up were thrown into the wastebasket.

After a slight rustle, the two white-haired heads came together again.

Like two little white mushrooms under the moonlight.

Exhaling slowly, Gojo Satoru couldn't help thinking, wait another two years, two years.

At the age of 18, wait for the girls to grow up in all aspects, wait until they can marry... and then thoroughly, possess.

If Shiratori is willing to agree to his marriage proposal, then Gojo Satoru will tell the other party the name of the future child that he has already thought of——

Boys are called "Wutiao Tiao" and girls are called "Wutiao Dance".

Ah, it doesn't matter if she is a girl who is afraid of pain, or if she doesn't want children.

He just treats her as a child and spoils her forever.

Although it's a bit gross, Gojo Satoru hopes that his little bird, his fancy child, will be happy for the rest of his life.

Maybe the cat who controls Shiratori will want to raise a cat. Although she may take some attention away from herself, if she is willing to let the cat be named after him, she will reluctantly accept it.

As for the cat's name, he hadn't figured it out yet.

But it doesn't matter, just call it "the strongest of the five" or "the most handsome of the five".

As expected of him, he is so good at choosing names, he is indeed the strongest.

Rubbing her chin against the sleeping girl in her arms, the white-haired girl counting peaches was as sweet as if she had just eaten a hundred donuts, and slipped into a dreamland contentedly...