Plunder X Strongest Magician

The girl's body temperature was higher than usual, and the sweet-scented hot air coiled around the delicate skin behind his ears, and the fine tingling sensation climbed up from the tailbone.

In this situation, Gojo Satoru's mood was almost visible to the naked eye. He stretched out his hand and tore off her hand hanging around his neck, but the girl's white fingers rested softly on his hand. There was a burst of itching.

She fell into his arms slightly, sat on his lap and looked up at him. The sleepiness of drunkenness made her eyes wet/drenched, shining brightly under the ceiling light.

Amidst the quake in everyone's pupils, she straightened up again, and kissed lightly on the corner of his lips.

"Teacher." Her voice was so soft that it was unrealistic. What she said had no self-knowledge of being in the world. "Teacher Wutiao, don't you want to do this?"

"Repaint Mirai." Gojo Satoru's hand holding the girl's wrist gradually tightened, the expression on his face was without any warmth, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know." The black-haired girl leaned on his shoulder, the ends of her hair brushed over his wrist, and she seemed to try to slip into his sleeve while she was speaking, "Thank you for your teaching."

"Little...Little Mirai?" Nagasaki Wild Rose tried to wake him up.

"It's okay, I know what I'm doing." Lie Miku replied with a smile, "It should be difficult to meet someone as powerful as Mr. Wujo after leaving here."

Zenyuan Zhenxi hesitated to speak.

However, the girl's next words were beyond everyone's expectation.

——"So it's normal for me to want to sleep with him."

The hand that was holding the girl's wrist was getting tighter and tighter, until she let out a soft cry of pain and didn't want to let go.

"She's drunk, don't take her words seriously?!"

Zenyuan Maki barely recovered her voice, and reached out to try to rob Rie Miku, but Gojo Satoru dodged it.

"You can tell the truth after drinking." He let go of his hand and gently rubbed the remaining red marks on her wrist, but his tone was still frosty, "When you say these words, completely forget that you have a boyfriend?"

Two days ago, she had unabashedly admitted the fact that she had a boyfriend in the group chat, so he was in a particularly good mood that day, and even seeing that kid who could talk trash was pleasing to the eye.

As a result, the forefoot promised himself that he would never mess around, but he got drunk in front of 'other' men and threatened to kiss him.

The extremely strong negative emotions overwhelmed the defense of his normal thinking, and the weirdness of that moment was left behind.

Out of breath, he laughed instead.

In the warm room, everyone in the high school shuddered unconsciously, but the instigator still looked unconscious, and even said more exaggerated words——

"Boyfriend...?" She tilted her head and smiled naturally, "Don't you just like this? How exciting."

For a moment, everyone couldn't tell whether she was serious or mocking.They only knew that Gojo Satoru was about to be so angry that he stepped out of the bottom line that he barely had left.

They rarely saw Gojo Satoru angry.

Wujo Satoru does things as he pleases, with a look of "as long as I let myself go enough, no one can step on my thunder point", so even students can make fun of him casually.

If I insist on being angry, New Year's Day seems to be counted as one... The culprit seems to be Rie Mirai too.

...How could she always be stunned by Gojo Satoru's thunder.

And compared to that day when he was able to call Wujo Wu indiscriminately, now Wujo Wu, who is so angry that he doesn't even say a word, just laughs, is obviously more terrifying.

However, the girl who lit the fire obviously didn't intend to stop the loss in time, but instead fanned the flames: "By the way, I remember that you don't seem to know how to kiss?"

Gojo Satoru: "Ha."

The girl didn't realize the danger, and approached him again: "It's okay, my boyfriend taught me, and I can teach you too. Teacher Wutiao's words, you must be able to learn quickly."

Everyone covered their faces, and avoided their eyes.

The panda frantically typed SOS to the message board of Noctuma Zhengdao.

——In the current situation, if there is a death or a death, there must be one.

You must know that Gojo Satoru is a 29-year-old DT (virgin) after all, and the visible to the naked eye has long been plotting against the future.

After a few long seconds of silence, Gojo Satoru said, "Yes."

"If you want to sleep with me, it's fine." He added again, "It's absolutely fine."

A meaning was repeated and emphasized three times within a few seconds.

"of course can."

Fourth time.

The meaningless repetitive emphasis pushes the emotions to a dangerous critical point layer by layer, and it seems that a little more force can make it completely collapse.

"Are you serious?" The girl who deliberately manipulated and played with emotions spoke again, and the lingering smell on her body suddenly dissipated, leaving only the objective temperature and smell, "I'm just kidding."

Ignoring the other party's reaction, she relaxed the arm hooked around his neck, let it hang down casually, and rubbed something with her fingertips across the fabric.

"Teacher Wutiao, as I said, you will be caught by me one day. For example, today, when faced with the nonsense of a delirious student, you actually agreed, Teacher."

She changed her role very quickly, as if she had no self-knowledge about the mentality of others.

Afterwards, a small square plastic package was taken out of his pocket, dangling between his fingers, and thrown onto the table without hindrance.

"It seems that Mr. Wutiao's night life is quite rich." She said with a mocking tone, "Is it very busy? Do you feel 'divided/poor'?"

In an instant, the 29-year-old DT turned into a 29-year-old DT who always carries contraceptives/condoms and is ready to devote himself at any time.

Emotions were pushed to the edge, but she pulled them back abruptly, turning teasing into questioning, chaotic emotions entangled in his mind.

For a moment, he forgot his two identities.

Her love is real but twisted.

When he acted recklessly at the beginning, she made him step by step into a situation of self-restraint, catalyzing internal strife and self-consumption and using the weak to defeat the strong.

But now it is stimulating him, wanting him to completely lose control, as the final sign of the complete fall of the city.

It seems that one of her goals is to force him to participate in the final battle with the shackles of desire and guilt.

Therefore, he must be more calm.

Be as calm as you usually do with anything.

Calmness is the only way to maintain the final territory.

"Have you received the lawyer's letter? Is it well written? Or - you have clearly received the warning in the lawyer's letter, but you still ignore it."

She's still talking, "So I can understand that -- you're not willing to accept mediation, are you?"

Although the room was silent, Gojo Satoru didn't hear it at all.

He just stared at the clock on the wall, and with every step of the second, the tiny click sounded in his blood for a round.

He clearly realized that he was escaping, placing all his hopes on the emotionless second hand in order to fight a procrastinating battle with no chance of winning.

He needed her to be a little less aggressive, just a few seconds.

A few seconds is enough for him to think about what to do.

Like a necessary breath, so that people will not drown.

With the last 'click', the three needles overlap to point to 12, and the date jumps to March 3 at this moment.

"Happy birthday, Future," he said.

"Yes, thank you." Li Huihui didn't have any other reaction, but just glanced at him with a half-smile, turned around and threw himself into the blessings of other people.

Bless, turn off the lights, make a wish, blow out the candles.

Boys and girls enter the new year with the blessings of their companions.

And he didn't think about any results.

His brain was never made for this, always wanting to win in the game with her is the trap.His colors do not belong here.

The index finger trembled slightly.

The next moment, without warning, he picked up the girl by the waist, and smiled as usual at the surprised boys and girls: "You guys continue to play, teacher, I will retreat first."

Everyone: "??!"

Why do you carry one with you when you retreat?

The two girls chased them out first, but there were no signs of them in the short corridor.

Facing the especially irritable Wild Rose, the panda raised his hand: "Although, when Lie Xuemei was picked up just now, I saw her seem to smile."

It was an almost suffocating kiss.

Excessively enthusiastic.

The girl was so kissed that she almost couldn't stand still, and was picked up by the man, and pressed against the door to further deepen her affection.

When the two separated, she was a little more confused than when she was pretending to be drunk, and looked at him with squinting eyes, even her eyes seemed to be soft.

His fingertips were wet, and he didn't speak any more. He just held her with one hand and walked to the locker. He found a small box from the inside, and used the magic power to tear open the shell with one hand, and took out a single item.

"Teacher Wujo?" Seeing his movements, Lie Miku called out on purpose, and put his fingertips on his black eyepatch, "Aren't you going to take off the blindfold?"

The claim jolted his memory back.

"Don't pick it off." He pressed her on the bed, and said in a strange tone, "When I ○ you later, will you think of your boyfriend? Does he also ○ you?"

Li paints the future: "..."

Very good at playing.

"Okay." She responded lightly, closing her eyes, "Then do it, Teacher Wutiao."

"I quite like letting people make choices. Different choices lead to different results. After all, life is an RPG game without archives." Gaozhuan's uniform jacket is simple in design, simple in every sense.

The hand on the button of the shirt hesitated slightly, and then continued.

When he spoke, his voice was uncontrollably low and hoarse: "Some choices don't affect the achievement of HE, so it's not impossible to choose some interesting options."

"Haha, is it?" She was noncommittal, and the white shirt floated to the ground, "However, this is all off topic, and what I really want to say is—"

"I've wanted to sleep with you for a long time."

cat sauce.

The author has something to say: In the later stage of the future, he really wants to sleep, but Xiao Wu can't do it anymore. )

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: the child who squats in the pit can't afford to hurt one;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: sweet10 bottles;