Find a way to own the 5t5

Nothing to do in the afternoon, I picked several new games and was about to try them out one by one. Tudou found a new reward on the dark web.

"Anna, you can take this. Kill a curse master. The information is provided by the employer. The request is to keep the curse master's body."

"The salary is very high." Tudou jumped on me holding the phone and showed me the screen, "I snatched the new one."

"It's amazing." I praised it, and glanced at the mission requirements, it was indeed very simple, "Then let's go now, and come back sooner as soon as possible."

"it is good."

I held it in my arms and jumped directly from the window. When I walked into the courtyard of the school, a strong wind suddenly blew up and all the dust on the ground was blown over.

I closed my eyes to block it, and after the wind stopped, I brushed off the dust on my hair and clothes. I didn't take it seriously, and I had to take a shower when I came back anyway.

But the potato jumped right off me.

It lowered its head and sniffed its own scent, folded its hands in front of its chest: "I'm not going, I'm going back to the dormitory to take a shower."

Hearing this, I squatted down curiously and poked its furry body: "Do curse bones also have a smell?"

"Though it doesn't smell—"

Its tone is quite serious, "But I feel like I'm covered in ashes."

"Oh fine."

I nodded to express my understanding, then watched it run farther and farther on its short legs, and took out my phone to send a message to Gojo Satoru.

[Does the curse skeleton need to take a bath? ]

About 2 minutes later, he called directly. When the call was connected, there was still the sound of students chatting enthusiastically on the other end of the phone. After a few seconds, the voice gradually weakened. It should be that he walked a little farther away.

"Bath? You don't need it." He said with a little surprise, "I've never heard of the curse skeleton needing a bath—are you going to wash it?"

"No, it's going to wash itself."

Gojo Satoru's wicked voice came from the other end of the receiver: "Hey, it's really interesting, I haven't seen it before, I'm so curious."

never seen it?

I remembered the panda curse skeleton I had seen before, and asked, "Doesn't Panda take a bath?"

"No, Panda hates getting wet, only use leave-in spray."

"Then taking a bath will cause the curse to have a fault code?"

"Haha, not at all, just use it as a plush toy."

Knowing that there will be no problems, I left it alone. After hanging up the phone, I went to the destination according to the information given by the employer.

That curse master was quite an arrogant guy, and he didn't intend to hide his whereabouts after killing someone.When I found him, he was coming out of the casino and walking slowly into a lonely alley.

One step, two steps, three steps.

When his figure completely disappeared under the surveillance, I jumped out immediately, and the moment I met his gaze, I snapped his neck.

Breathing stopped suddenly, his face still maintained a shocked expression, I grabbed him by the back collar and threw him into the whirlpool, lifted the state of extreme, and walked out of the alley as if nothing had happened.

The employer asked for a complete corpse. When I took the corpse out of the vortex, it was bleeding from all seven orifices, and its face was hideous and terrifying.

But the employer was not afraid at all. Instead, he burst out with deep-seated hatred. He stabbed the corpse into a honeycomb with a knife in his hand, and finally threw away the knife, collapsed on his knees and cried loudly.

The final payment was given to me by the butler. He had a sad expression on his face, but I was not interested in the story behind this reward at all. After receiving the money, I greeted him politely and left.

It didn't take much time to solve the task goal, but it took a lot of time to go back and forth, and it was already night after returning to the high school.

The lights in the dormitory were off, which meant no one was there, and I didn't care.Since having a free-moving body, Potato has always disappeared without a trace, sometimes only returning after a few days.

This time, he should have gone out to play again.

With that in mind, I opened the door, took off my shoes and stepped on the floor.

pat.

Stepped on the water full of feet.

……

……water?

With a bad premonition in my heart, I turned on the light, and the duck playing idol fixed on the cabinet fluttered its wings and shouted "Welcome back!" as usual, but there were water stains everywhere.

From the bathroom door to the entire hallway, to the carpet in the room.

All wet.

I opened my eyes wide, and pushed open the bathroom door. The scene inside was a mess, the foam of the shower gel was everywhere, half of the bottles and jars were broken, and the towels hanging on the high place kept dripping down. hit the water.

click.

The hand holding the doorknob exerted force instantly and twisted it off abruptly.

I took a deep breath, dropped the doorknob in my hand, and saw a note on the shoe cabinet in a blink of an eye.

[sorry!I will come back with lots and lots of money! ! ]

There is also a pitiful expression attached to it.

I sneered, crumpled the note into a ball, dialed Gojo Satoru's number, and asked immediately after he got through, "Can you repair the curse skeleton by chopping it up?"

"It shouldn't work, what's wrong?"

"It messed up my bathroom." Every time I glanced at the bathroom, I grew angrier and turned away. "And ran away."

"It's too much!" Gojo Satoru immediately condemned it for me together with the enemy, "It must be taught a good lesson!"

Then he asked me again: "What should I do now, do I need someone to clean it up?"

I thought about it, and said depressedly: "Yes."

He seemed to smile: "Aren't you worried about being touched by your own things?"

"I don't have to worry about it for a long time." I snorted softly, "I can't take a shower here, go to your place to wash."

"sure."

Gojo Satoru gave the key, but I forgot where to put it, so I went in through the window with the toiletries in my arms.

I have basically never been to his room, let alone taking a shower in his place. It seems that I have stepped into a different field, especially the shampoo and shower gel that he uses smell weird.

Halfway through, I heard the sound of the door opening from outside. I don't know why, and it feels even weirder.After washing, I dried my hair in the bathroom, and when I put my hand on the doorknob, I hesitated for a second before opening the door.

The bathroom in Gojo Satoru's room is facing the living room. He sat on a chair and looked in my direction with his chin resting on his head, lazily pursing the corners of his lips.

"It's finished."

Standing up, the chair that remained in place spun around several times because of his getting up, and then walked slowly in front of me.

With one hand propped on the wall, I slowly bowed my waist, and my short short hair fell on my neck along with the warm breath, bringing bursts of prickly itching.

An indescribable awkward feeling suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart.

"Well——" he elongated his voice with a smile, "now it's all about me."

I took a breath, and became inexplicably nervous: "Because..."

The voice was a little hoarse, probably due to staying in the bathroom for too long, I cleared my throat again before continuing, "Because I used your shampoo to bathe, so the smell is the same."

"Ah, I know." He laughed very lowly, the tip of his nose touched the side of my neck, and the cold touch immediately caused a shiver, "Although the taste is the same, the feeling is very different."

"...what's the difference?"

As soon as I asked, I felt a little regretful. Just as I was about to take back this sentence, he continued leisurely: "It makes people want to take a bite."

As soon as the words fell, I felt someone bite the side of my neck lightly. It didn't hurt, but it felt numb, but I felt like my whole body was on fire, and my face turned red.

"Five Satoru—"

The unfinished words were swallowed immediately.

His back pressed against the door frame of the bathroom, and it hurt a little. He pressed his whole body up, and his movements were stronger than ever.

There seemed to be a thin layer of mist in front of his eyes, he couldn't see clearly, he could only feel his breathing getting hotter and his heartbeat beating like a drum.

After an unknown amount of time, he backed away a little, calmed his breath slightly, and rubbed the tip of his nose against my face: "Stay here tonight?"

The lower voice than usual made people flustered.

I pursed my lips, my palms were inexplicably wet, looked up at him, and replied calmly, "Yes."

He kissed me sideways again, straightened up and went into the bathroom.

With the sound of splashing water, I went to the chair he was sitting on and sat down. The soft swivel chair immediately turned half a circle with my weight.

In the past on Meteor Street, when I was not famous, there were people who were not good-looking and would think dirty things, and some people followed me.Sometimes Ann handles it, sometimes I handle it myself.

I'm a bit tougher than Ann, usually torturing them before killing them when they're dying.

But the mood now is completely different from before. I don't feel angry at all, and I don't have the idea of ​​killing him.

even……

A little secret excitement.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped quickly, and the sound of the hair dryer stopped after a while. With a click, the door opened, and Gojo Satoru came out from inside.

His hair was still slightly wet, so he directly raised his hand, with all five fingers submerged in his hair, and he wiped it back to reveal his smooth forehead, his eyebrows were raised, and he looked more aggressive than usual.

Raising my chin, I deliberately made myself look high: "Come here."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru looked at me with a little surprise, then walked over unhurriedly, stretched out his hand to cover the back of my hand, and bent down to cooperate with me, "And then?"

I blinked.

In fact, I am not very clear about the subsequent process, but I still understand where it should be carried out, so I pointed to the bed behind me and continued to order: "Hold me over there."

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he let out a chuckle, and then he bent down and kissed her, and the cool mint flavor immediately spread in his mouth.

After a while, backing away a little, he replied in a low voice: "Okay."

His gaze suddenly raised, he hooked me up with one hand, and the next second his body sank into the soft bedding.Before I could feel it clearly, the smell of Gojo Satoru flooded up overwhelmingly.

My breathing was blocked again, and I suddenly realized that my position was wrong when I was in a daze. I struggled to wake up, and pressed him down with my waist and abdomen, and said naturally: "I want to be on top."

The moonlight as thin as cicada's wings poured in from the window, and fell softly on Gojo Satoru's exquisite face, the long and fine eyelashes were completely lifted, and a hazy halo shrouded them.

Those blue eyes, which are clearer than gemstones, seem to be dyed with a little deep color at this time, and strands of faint blue swim out from the edge of the pupils, bit by bit encroaching on the light blue in the center.

"can."

His hand slipped in along the hem of the open clothes, and the palm of his hand pressed against my cold skin, which instantly aroused goosebumps.

"Anything is fine."

The other hand was on my back and pushed me down.

……

In the middle of the night, the breeze outside the window could not cover the heat in the house. I vaguely felt sweating all over my body and began to complain irritably.

"It's too hot... I need to turn on the air conditioner..."

The panting stopped suddenly, and the air conditioner was turned on with a "beep".

"I am very tired……"

"Well, it will be fine soon."

"You've said it eight hundred times...!"

"It's true this time."

……

I lay down on the soft carpet, clutching the long pile with both hands.

"Five Satoru—"

He bent down, his breath was hotter than his body temperature, and it fell densely on my back.

"I am here."

"Should, I'm on top—"

Deep laughter sounded in my ears, as if to appease my emotions, but also as a sigh of compulsion.

"Next time."

"You're moving too slowly."