Plunder X Strongest Magician

The chirping of birds came from the narrow high window in the cloakroom, and the crisp melody was in the room between the two of them, as if it was disturbed by some kind of interference device.

The girl's dress is like a yellow rose in bud, light in color, pure and innocent, fluffy and fluffy, so soft that it can't form a little protection.

She stared at the person in front of her with a smile of unknown meaning, as if she didn't say that sentence herself.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand to pinch her wrist, controlling his strength as much as possible, but he was one step behind the crisp sound of the belt buckle.

He didn't know if he really wanted to stop it.

After all, if he wanted to, she wouldn't be able to touch him, let alone look at him with that pretended innocent look while reaching out to undo his belt.

She is no match for him, even if he teaches her physical skills, spells, and even how to kill herself with a magic tool, he can still control her with only one hand.

Then do whatever you want with impunity.

She has the right and room to resist, driven by instinct to struggle, like a poor young bird with broken wings.

The girl's shoulder blades are like butterflies, with dots of red on the butterfly wings, and together with the black hair sticky on the thin sweat, there are mysterious and unprovoked beautiful patterns, tense, stretch, or tremble slightly.

To him, humans are extremely fragile creatures.

Limbs and limbs can be broken with just hooking fingers, and the weight of life becomes insignificant on the balance of power.

Yet she broke free of his shackles as easily as a feather that fell from her wrist.

It seems to have some kind of nullification ability, even the absolute power suppression regardless of the magic power is completely offset.

The white and slender fingers didn't go deep, but turned around and reached into his pocket to fumble.

The rustling of clothes was very clear.

"The future..." His voice was a little rough, and his restraint could be seen from the tight corners of his lips, "Let's talk first, how about?"

She was obviously plotting revenge, and he couldn't really fall into her trap, it was not difficult to endure.

His response was a soft "Ah-".

The girl took her hand out of his pocket, and then the jagged package lightly brushed across his Adam's apple, tickling all the way up, passing his jaw tensed by desire, and finally landed on his lips lightly tapped on the head.

"You obviously carry this kind of thing with you, Mr. Gojo? It's very unconvincing to refuse."

Wutiaowu: "..."

After packing up the small version of himself, he did make a special detour and go back to get a few for emergencies, but obviously this is not the right situation.

Compared to being ridiculed by her for being ill-intentioned, it would be more embarrassing to go shopping with your pants in hand, right?

If it was the latter, he was sure that even if she wasn't sleepy, she would fall asleep on purpose, leaving only a sleeping figure behind her.

"The future." He looked for her gaze, and his blue eyes met hers, "You clearly know who the "I" is facing you now. "

He rarely speaks seriously and honestly.

In a certain sense, he prefers to do it than to express it.

Because he doesn't care whether others understand him or not, there's no need to waste his time explaining anything.

If "I did something" is a fact, then no matter whether others understand it or misinterpret it, he will not spend extra effort to think about it.

But when he faced the girl in front of him, his ideas that had not changed for several years were not firm.

On the one hand, Gojo Satoru is sure that Rie will understand the cause and effect of what he did in the future, and on the other hand, he is not at ease that she might just be teasing her.

At least when facing someone you like, avoiding communication under the name "TA will understand me", no matter how you look at it, it will cause bad consequences.

He cared, so he wanted to explain.

However, when the words came out of the mouth, they turned into tacit riddles, a self-centered excuse.

"Who else are you?" The girl in her arms asked back, "Teacher Wutiao? Wutiao Wu? Wutiao Jun?"

"Or..." She paused for a moment, retracted her hand, and moved her body closer to his chest, until she breathed intertwined, and then she spoke very softly, with each sound expressing a lingering taste, "Enlightenment?"

She is always rebellious and stubborn. In the two times she spent with "Gojo Satoru", even if he deliberately bullied her and wanted her to call him by his name affectionately instead of the lack of respect of "Gojo Teacher", she would Never gave in.

She can always clearly know what to say on which occasions is the most effective, as if such a thing as being overwhelmed will never happen to her.

In just three sounds, the girl's red lips twitched a few times, like a spell from the air, almost crushing his bones.

As if in revenge for her strangling, his arms around the girl's waist unconsciously tightened, until he caught her slightly frowning eyebrows before forcing himself to relax a little.

This is not the answer he wanted.

He knew it was a trap, but he almost fell for her.

"I can be whoever you want me to be."

The rational strings were stretched to the extreme, and he tried his best to show sincerity with that deceitful and frivolous face: "I also said before that I want you to lose your temper with me. Even... well, take my things Pack it up and throw it out the door? Then let me go out too? Either way, but can you not do this."

"Your hobby is really special." The girl lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze, but still maintained her previous tone.

"You just need to remember." He reached out to her jaw, making her look at him, "Whether it's the favorability level at the end of the 'game', or my behavior, even my body, everything is real .”

The girl was silent for a moment, and then said not to be outdone: "If you are talking about what happened to you, then it really can't be done."

"I love you truly and only."

Fake.

The unfinished half of the word stuck in the throat.

She restrained her expression, so as not to show the slightest dodge in the eyes, so that she was speechless for a while.

"Then." Without waiting for her reply, he leaned over and hugged her, put his head on the girl's shoulder and neck and rubbed it coquettishly, like sweet candy in his mouth, even the tone of his voice became sweet Soften up, "Give me a chance to coax you, okay?"

"Women produce oxytocin when they are hugged." Lie Mirai thought, "So, when you are hugged, you will feel pleasure. This is just a feedback from the body."

However, she knew it well, and she didn't know when, she no longer rejected his sudden approach from behind, and did not reject his hug and intimacy.

Along with feeling at ease when she smells him, she also allows his breath to permeate every part of her life.

Even when she occasionally wakes up at night, if there is no man who secretly climbed into bed and hugged her to sleep beside her, she will feel an indescribable sense of loss.

Li Huifu felt that his brain was probably broken, otherwise the idea that was considered absolutely absurd a few months ago would naturally become a reality.

"People don't fear what they can control"

This is something she has believed in since the beginning of her self-establishment.

However, the inexplicable and shallow anxiety is like some kind of hidden danger. She doesn't know when it has inhabited a corner of her mind, always showing her sense of existence inadvertently.

— that seemed to be a self-defense mechanism.

Surrounded by the broad body, she smelled the scent of him in a trance, but it was a kind of hormonal breath that could not be described with a precise intention, and it belonged to him alone, which made her mind a little dizzy, and the muffled voice echoed him. Words from a few seconds ago.

The girl's hands wrapped around his waist little by little, and the body temperature isolated by the coat should obviously not be felt, but it was clearly transmitted from her forearm to her whole body like an illusion.

Perhaps because of the girl's response, Gojo Satoru's body froze for a moment, and then he tilted his head and kissed her side neck out of control, like a violent beast living in his body, every kiss overflowed with uncontrollable aggression.

The slight tingling sensation brought back the girl's senses, and she tried to push him away, but it became more intense as if it stimulated him even more.

She suddenly opened her mouth and bit his shoulder and neck. Although she was separated by a thick coat, the merciless force still made him gasp in pain.

Gojo Satoru barely propped himself up, as if he didn't know what he had done, and looked at her pretending to be wronged: "You slapped so hard, you must be purple."

"Is that how you coax me?" she asked back.

Gojo Satoru blinked, with an innocent expression, like a cat with its tail hooked and slowly wagging its tail, too obedient.

"Hold it yourself." Li Huilai opened his mouth one step ahead of him, raising his hand to deliberately pass the small package in his mouth between his lips and teeth.

Obviously, the "take" in her mouth did not mean to use her hands, but she deliberately did not want him to speak, and out of some secret thoughts.

Wujo Gou's Adam's apple slipped, but when he opened his mouth, his tone was still uplifting and lively: "Hey——"

"Aren't you trying to coax me?" Li Huifu tilted his head, "So...shouldn't you obey what you say?"

"Observe what you say - so?" He raised his eyebrows, opened his mouth and bit a corner, and prepared to tear it along the saw teeth with a little force.

"Bite it, don't tear it apart." She let go, rested her chin and stared at the words on the package, "Oh, it's still grained with horizontal stripes. I suggest you wear it backwards, teacher."

Gojo Satoru blinked again, as if trying to show his sincerity with his round innocent cat eyes.

The girl fumbled for his pocket again, this time, she took out his ID.

A thin card wrapped in a plastic card holder lay between the two of them, and she recited every word on it: "Tokyo High School of Magic, teacher, Gojo Satoru."

After a pause, she commented with a smile: "It's the teacher who put the condom and the teacher's card together."

Gojo Satoru said vaguely, "And your business card."

Li painted the future: ...?

Sure enough, she took out another business card from Gojo Satoru's pocket, which belonged to her.

"I just took one of the ones you put on the table." Gojo Satoru still maintained an innocent expression.Talking a bit too much, the thing he was biting looked like it was about to fall.

Li Huifu: "It's about to fall."

Gojo Satoru suppressed his voice and laughed: "Do you want to play with the punishment system?"

The girl ignored him, and clipped his ID on his collar, and deliberately sat forward a little, moving from her thighs to her pubic bone.

Unsurprisingly, she felt that the body of the man under her was so tense that she trembled slightly, and the arms around her were unconsciously tightened, and it was difficult to maintain a natural expression.

She fiddled with the teacher's certificate lightly, and said every word in a very sweet tone: "Teacher, hello."

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes slightly: "Don't go too far."

"Is this the attitude you said you wanted to coax me?" She asked back.

"There are many ways to coax." He bit something, speaking not very fast, "For example."

"For example." She grabbed his words, took out her phone and shook it in front of him, "Can I take a picture, teacher?"

"Well?"

The sound of the shutter and his rhetorical question sounded together.

In the next second, he saw the photo she took.

Gojo Satoru was silent for two seconds, and said vaguely, "I suspect you've seen something strange..."

Li Huilai let out a soft "ah": "You understand very well?"

He immediately denied: "I don't understand at all."

"Should I be honest now." She moved the photos into the classified encrypted album, and then said casually, ""Tokyo" is quite "hot". "

Wutiaowu: "..."

Tokyo//Hot, a video manufacturer, is a synonym in a sense.

"Before denying it, I suggest you think about how to lie." She looked directly at him, her expression didn't look like she was joking, "I won't give a second chance to confess the same thing."

"Before I met you... it was inevitable that I would have to warm up." His voice became hoarse.

Li Huifu slid through the phone album without saying a word, and the air was so quiet that it seemed to freeze.

Gojo Satoru's breathing was heavy in the silence, and he moved his lips, as if he was about to explain.

"Give you time, clean up all the things that should be packed. Discs, books, mobile phones." She didn't give him a chance to explain at all, and continued after a pause, "And the computer, I know how to find out the hidden files folder."

"If I find one, then—" She dragged the end of the voice, and looked at Gojo Satoru with a smile, "Come with me, don't fast forward, don't skip paragraphs, and watch from the beginning to the end. Good? Good? Enjoy? Teacher Wutiao is reluctant to delete the collection."

After finishing speaking, the girl touched the end of the zipper of his coat with her fingers, and slowly opened it little by little. What she could touch was the moist heat from the thin black T-shirt.

Although his face was calm, and he was even able to talk to her, his T-shirt was almost soaked in thin sweat, and it took him a lot of effort to be patient.

Sticking very close, she naturally knew how bad his condition was.

His fingers followed the texture of the abdominal muscles all the way down, and his tone was coquettish and complaining: "Don't touch, I have limits."

"I want to do it." She said suddenly, "Right now, here."

The girl pressed his hand that was trying to make trouble, and then pushed him back on the back of the chair: "But Teacher Wutiao, you are not allowed to move."

She took off the wet corner of the package he was biting, and slowly tore it open and took it out.

"I want to be up there."

The doorbell rang suddenly.

The girl's nails were slightly embedded in his flesh, Gojo Gojo snorted, "Don't mind."

However, in the next second, the girl leaned on the door of the cloakroom and pressed the video intercom. She glanced at it impatiently, and then she was taken aback for a moment.

"Who is it?" Wujo Wu asked her subconsciously, his voice was so ambiguous//smothered by love/desire.

He hugged the girl closely from behind, kissed her hair intimately, then looked at the screen, and was also stunned for a moment.

There are three people in the picture, besides a maid with an odd expression, a man with an even odder expression, and a dignified, smiling lady.

The lady and Rie Mirai are [-] to [-]% similar, and the charm seems to be carved out of the same mold, while the other man, Gojo Satoru, remembers it very clearly.

——It was Rie's future father.

"who?!"

Hearing a man's voice from inside his daughter's room, the father, who was pushed by his wife and awkwardly wanted to surprise his daughter, exploded almost immediately after he realized it.

Gojo Satoru caught a glimpse of the mute button and immediately pressed it: "Ah... your father, well, he seems to be in good health all the time."

The voice is still as strong as ever.

Li paints the future: "..."

"My mother has fingerprints in my room." She pushed him away, and quickly packed up her appearance in the mirror. "I suggest you take care of yourself before caring about my father's body."

The sound of successful fingerprint recognition sounded, and she pointed back to the high window with a clear height of less than [-] centimeters: "Very good, now that is your only way out."

The author has something to say: Future: Please.

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Lu Hanyi; 13 bottles of named waste;

10 bottles of Dazai, the best in the world, for gifting people and guarding;