My breeder is the strongest

The person concerned is regretting now, very regretful.

But there is no turning back.

Can only bite the bullet.

Gojo Satoru squeezed out the ointment from the medicine tube.

The ointment on the fingertips slid across the fine white skin, which was cool and a little itchy.

Gojo Satoru's hands were very wide, with thin calluses from training between his fingers, the ointment was cold and slippery, but his palms were hot, and the rough feeling of rubbing against his skin made his scalp numb.

My waist is sore and my legs are weak.

The kitty couldn't help snorting, and his hands shaking while lifting his clothes.

Even the voice trembled.

"Wu... Are you ready?"

not good.

Good is impossible to be good, not only bad, but more.

Gojo Satoru's eyes became deep, and the palm of his hand pressed against the boy's abdomen as if there was nothing. The ointment was rubbed away, and the scope of the coolness expanded, but it couldn't match the heat of the palm.

Wujojiu felt very strange.

It's like a fire is burning in my throat, I desperately want to stick to it, I want to have more physical contact with the person in front of me, I want to...

what do you want?

Pussycat doesn't know.

But he knew that he wanted the person in front of him.

I want Gojo Satoru.

his breeder.

"Enlightened..."

Wutiaojiu grunted, soft and sticky, as if acting like a baby.

He took the initiative to rub his body against Gojo Wu's hand, made an unbearable "wow" sound, and circled Gojo Wu's neck pitifully with his hands.

"Yes, hug."

"..."

--wrong.

Gojo Satoru's movements froze, and his mind turned cold.

This is not right.

That night when he was drinking with the youkai, Rikuo Nura asked him a question.

"Speaking of...do you like Jiu?"

"How is it possible—!" Gojo Satoru answered him that way at the time.

This answer is obviously not convincing.

Nuliang Lusheng picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "If you like it, just say no? Are you still worried about being rejected?"

Gojo Satoru: "Fart."

"That's it." Nuliang Lusheng shrugged, "As long as you say it, Jiu will definitely not refuse."

How did he answer back then?

Oh, right.

He said.

"Of course I know about such trivial matters—but."

"It's because he knows that as long as he says it, he will never refuse it, so he absolutely doesn't want it."

Wujojiu's favorite person is himself.

No matter what he said, Wujojiu would definitely do it.

This self-awareness, Wujo Wu still has it.

However, Wujojiu's liking is nothing more than hugging and holding high.

Anyone can.

There can be many people.

As if hearing some spell, Gojo Satoru suddenly became sober.

He pushed away the kitten he was rubbing against, stepped back, and forced himself to calm down.

"I'm going to the toilet."

Then, as if running away from the wilderness, with the roots of her red ears on her face, she ran to the toilet and closed the door with a bang.

Gojo Satoru turned on the faucet of the washbasin, heard the sound of rushing, and put his hands on the side of the sink.

He glanced down at the swelling under his body.

meditation.

Ah, so poor.

Super - inferior.

Master Wutiao is not the kind of old-fashioned one who follows the rules, the rules are bullshit, he doesn't care whether to confess first or go to bed first, have sex/love first or get married first.

However, there was one thing he cared about.

Does Wujojiu have the same feelings for him?

Obviously not possible.

How could a child who was just five years old, no matter how mature his body was, be able to tell the difference between family affection and love?

He may not even know what his desire/desire is.

Gojo Satoru calmed down in the bathroom for half an hour before the impulse subsided.

He washed his hair to hide it, put a towel around his neck, and then opened the door and went out.

"Long--"

No one in view.

Gojo Satoru's eyelids twitched, and his attention was immediately focused on a wider area. The six eyes' information transmission was used more, and it was easy to find the cat who was hiding.

He went straight to the wardrobe in the corner—swished the door of the wardrobe open.

The wardrobe has two layers, the upper layer where Wutiao hid for a long time, wrapped himself in layers of clothes into a ball, and remained motionless.

"Come down." Gojo Wu said in a deep voice, "What are you doing, your feet don't hurt anymore?"

It's so high, I don't know how he got up, it's been bad all the time, what should I do if it's even more swollen tomorrow?

Gojo Satoru was a little annoyed.

The bundle trembled.

After a long while, cautiously poked out the tip of a tail.

"I'm sorry...I can't feel Satoru's thoughts right now."

"But." The child mumbled, "Wu seems to hate me."

Gojo Satoru was taken aback.

Insufficient mantra caused the emotional induction between the two to be interrupted, and they have not returned until now.

He didn't expect that this would make the child feel so uneasy.

However, without that mysterious way of communication—only, finally, return to the most basic language.

As if the long-term emotions had found an outlet, the child finally found a chance to complain to the parents, Wu Tiao began to mutter endlessly.

"I don't know what Wu wants, but I want to be with Wu, and I want Wu to be happy."

"In the past, Wu would be happy as long as he was with Wu, but it's different after that." The cat's ears drooped down in frustration, "It seems that what Wu wants is not to be with Wu, but I like to be with Wu, but I don't know What Wu really wants, so it always makes Wu angry."

Gojojiu muttered in a low voice.

"sorry."

"I did not do it on purpose."

"Wu is sure, he hates me."

The child's eye circles were red, and he looked pitiful as he lowered his head and hugged himself.

Gojo Gojo choked and wanted to explain, but he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, his voice seemed to be blocked in his throat, and his heart was in a mess.

However, Wujojiu didn't mean to complain about him.

The kitten shrank even tighter to the corner, stretched out a finger, and drew circles on the cabinet depressedly.

Before Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, he spoke first.

"But, even if Satoru hates me—"

He said in a low voice.

"I still like Enlightenment the most."

"Always, my favorite."

Wujo Wujo froze in place.

Because of too much force, the handle of the wardrobe that I was holding cracked with a click.

He has been backing down because he feels that Wujojiu doesn't understand anything at all.

My own retreat is for his consideration, and it is a great sacrifice.

but now.

He felt that the one who didn't understand anything might be himself from the beginning.

The kitten lowered his head dejectedly, looking at him carefully with wet blue eyes, like a cat doll abandoned in a corner.

However, the sincerity and expectation in those eyes.

From beginning to end, it has not changed.

Wujo Wujo realized something, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Wujojiu knew what he wanted.

All the time, I know.

"so……"

The kitty's tone was soft, with a sincere request.

"Can you teach me? The way to make Wu happy."

"I don't want to, let Wu hate me."

There was a storm in his eyes, as if he was frozen, Gojo Satoru did not move, but his breathing became uncontrollable and rapid.

The brain went blank, and the heart beat like a drum.

【Because I like Enlightenment the most】

Gojo Satoru had heard this sentence many times.

He never took it seriously, because the child liked other things besides him, because the reason why the child liked him seemed so "unreasonable".

but.

These are actually not important.

Why do you like someone.

When you like one person the most, do you also like other people and other things?

These are never important.

Only one thing matters.

One simple thing -

Gotjo Satoru didn't say a word, suddenly picked up the child wrapped in his clothes, and then carried him out of the closet without any refusal, and threw him on the bed in two or three steps.

To avoid the injury, gently hold the ankle and lift one of his legs up.

Gojo wanted to get up for a long time, but his legs were raised, so he could only hold Wujo's shoulder nervously, and folded his body in half, like a bow supported by Gojo.

Gojo Satoru placed his raised legs on his shoulders, squeezed himself between his legs, and wrapped his arms around his back for balance.

Those ice-blue eyes stared at him motionlessly.

Casually, but as if to swallow him up.

"You ask, can I teach you?"

"My answer is—"

Wujo said.

"sure."

Suddenly, he grabbed the root of Wu Jiu's tail with his backhand.

The kitten trembled like an electric shock, his body stiffened.

Gojo Satoru brought his face closer to him, staring into his eyes.

He asked lightly, "Like me for a long time?"

If it was normal, Gojojiu would definitely give an affirmative answer without hesitation.

But at this moment, Wujo Wu's eyes seemed to have something that he didn't usually have.

An obscure, undercurrent under the surface of a calm lake.

He froze for a second, then nodded, "I like..."

Gojo Satoru moved closer, pressing harder and harder, "Favorite?"

Wujojiu subconsciously slowed down his breathing, "I like it the most."

Young Master Wu Tiao raised the corners of his mouth, and the hand holding his tail swung heavily, and pulled it back, as if an electric current was running from the root of the tail down the spine to the brainstem.

The cat cub only felt a strong pleasure, his tail was curled up, and the tips of his ears were erected.

Somewhere, there was a surge of heat.

He couldn't help sobbing.

"Enlightened..."

Gojo Satoru turned a deaf ear, took his hand and placed it in front of him.

Let him feel the change in himself.

"There is something." Gojo Satoru leaned close to Jiu's ear, exhaling hot air, like Satan who tempted an angel to fall, "I haven't taught you yet."

"One thing, something you can only do with the person you like the most."

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