Warnings for this chapter: implied underage sex, implied drugged sex, dubious consent, mature scene.
PLEASE NOTE: The dubious consent is only named here, because BOTH Yūji AND Satoru are inebriated and "drugged", but are still coherent.
The mature scene only leads up to the *Spicy*. This part does explain what had happened and why it is leading to spicy times between Yūji and Satoru. I ADVISE that it shouldn't be skipped, but if you are still uncomfortable about reading it, it starts with: "Yūji gasps when..." and ends with: "What a night this has been."
Please and thank you for reading the warnings!
Yūji releases the breath she didn't realize she was holding. She stares straight at the black hole of Satoru's Domain. Satoru had a tight hold on her waist again, keeping her from being dragged into the impossible to comprehend presence of Infinity.
Her brain desperately tries to find the logical reasoning of how Six Eyes was still in existence. It was impossible. Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto had killed the Slaying Clan created from Tokoyo-no-Omoikane's own blood with his own hand. She was given the vision of what had happened. She memorized the entire incident.
"Ōhirume-no-Muchi. Did you-I request your presence at the Itadori Shrine. Please answer my plea and show me how this is possible," Yūji quickly sends a silent prayer to her mother. She needed to know what happened.
Satoru tightly grips Mt. Fuji's head with an insane grin. "This is the inner world of Limitless. Perception, communication... every action involved in living is forcibly carried out an infinite number of times."
"Satoru," Yūji's speaks, voice almost completely silent. Satoru doesn't hear her.
"It's ironic, isn't it? When granted everything, you can't do anything... but just die peacefully," Satoru continues, his smile growing wider.
Yūji slowly looks up with wide eyes of shock. She swallows and grabs the white haired man's hand on her waist. She squeezes it tightly to ground herself.
"But I have questions I want to ask you, so I'm letting you off the hook with this." Yūji watches as Satoru rips the head of the curse off of its body. She blinks once and suddenly sees herself standing in a clearing next to the pond, still being held by her teacher.
"Sukuna-"
"I know." Sukuna narrows his eyes, glaring at Satoru. "The safest place to talk would be the shrine. Take shitty glasses there."
"Now, who told you to come after me?" Satoru asks, placing his foot on Mt. Fuji's head.
Yūji takes a deep breath, her expression going impassive. "You're a weak curse pretending to be strong. You're not a follower and you don't act on orders."
She walks out of Satoru's hold and crouches in front of the head. Yūji tilts her head, eyes growing cold.
"I'm confident that a curse like you couldn't even graze a touch against Gojo-sensei." Yūji leans forward with a snarl. "But you still tried to. He's mine. The moment you thought of killing Gojo-sensei was the moment your fate would be sealed by my hand."
"Who was it? Who sent you after him?" Yūji continues as a sweet smile forms on her face. Satoru cackles and presses his foot further against the curse's head.
"Answer the pretty lady and I'll save you from a cruel death," Satoru states impatiently.
"Like I'd ever tell either of you anything, brat!" Mt. Fuji sneers, voice slightly muffled by the pressure against his cheek from the foot.
A dark feeling flickers across the clearing. Yūji's glare fades into an icy blankness.
"You don't have a choice, curse. Sukuna wants you dead for disrespecting him. I want you dead for trying to harm what's mine. And Gojo-sensei wants you dead because you're a curse. Tell me, and I won't make you suffer before you-" Yūji snaps her head up when a giant flower impales the ground to the right of her and in front of Satoru. It makes a small rustling sound before a field of flowers explodes out from the bottom.
"Pretty..." Yūji's mind immediately grows hazy, her shoulders relaxing. A blush forms on her cheeks and her body starts to get warm.
FIGHTORFLIGHTFIGHTORFLIGHTFIGHTORFLIGHT.
Yūji yelps in surprise when something grabs her ankle and whips her into the air, breaking her from the hazy trance. She quickly grabs her bearings as she watches another curse grab Mt. Fuji's head as it runs away.
"Yūji!"
"Yūji!" Sukuna and Satoru shout at the same time, snapping the pink haired teenager out of her thoughts. She quickly kicks the vine that had grabbed her ankle with her other foot, shattering it into pieces. Yūji flails around a bit as she falls, but a sudden warmth around her stops her. She looks up when she sees Satoru wrap his arms around her before gently lowering to the ground.
"...I would have been fine, but thank you. Did the curse get away?" Yūji says softly, carefully placing her feet on the flower covered field. Satoru grins brightly and ruffles Yūji's already messed up hair.
"Saving my cute little students is always a great thing! That curse was able to hide his presence from me. But now I have a goal in mind for you!" Satoru states cheerfully, holding up a finger.
"I want you and everyone else to get strong enough to beat that guy. And for the next month, you'll be fighting against me while Nobara-chan and Megumi-chan fight against Nanamin! I have no doubt that you'll win the exchange event now, but if we learned anything from the higher-ups, we have to be prepared for a harder challenge!" He continues, raising a finger with each thing he names.
Yūji grins and nods her head in determination, giving Satoru a salute. "Yes, Gojo-sensei!"
"Alright! Let's get back. Nanamin might be getting worried about us!" Satoru wraps and arm around Yūji's waist again, making Yūji laugh.
"He's probably passed out in one of the guest rooms. The fight earlier took a lot out of him, and Junpei." And we still have things to discuss in the safety of my estate.
Yūji feels the familiar pull of teleportation at her stomach as she blinks. They appear in front of the front doors of her estate. The pink haired teenager glances off to the side with a frown when a weird warmth passes over her.
"Yūji-sama... Gojo-san." Chisato greets the two with a small bow when they enter the estate, snapping Yūji out of her thoughts. She wrinkles her nose in slight disgust at Yūji's dirty appearance.
"I see you've gotten into a bit of violence, Yūji-sama. Are you injured?" Chisato asks, making Yūji smile fondly with flushed ears.
"I did. Twice tonight, but only a few minor injuries," Yūji partially lies calmly. Chisato narrows her eyes before slowly nodding, accepting the statement.
"I'll have Aomoto-san prepare a bath for you." Yūji stops Chisato before she leaves.
"No need for that. I have an important matter to discuss with Gojo-sensei. Are Nanamin and Junpei resting?" Yūji's statement makes Chisato frown even more.
"They are. I have laundry maids cleaning their clothes right now," The housekeeper answers, making Yūji sigh in relief. Yūji smiles and nods at the older woman before grabbing Satoru's hand.
"We'll talk in my-" Yūji feels her body suddenly grow weak and almost falls to the ground. Satoru quickly catches her before she could fall and helps her find her balance.
"Yūji-sama!" Chisato cries out in worry while rushing over. Yūji blinks back the sudden dizziness, ignoring how warm she feels. Her blush was now traveling from her ears and towards her cheeks.
"I think I'm just tired, Asai-san." Yūji glances up at Satoru with a slightly hazy smile. "We'll talk in my suite. I'll show you the way."
"We can talk in the morning, Yūji-chan. You're about to collapse from exhaustion!" Satoru reassures with his usual grin, a sharp tone underneath the cheer. Yūji shakes her head as she starts walking through her estate. Chisato stays standing in her spot with a hesitant expression.
She sighs in defeat before giving Yūji's back a bow. "Rest well, Yūji-sama."
"It's a really important matter. It can't... can't wait..." Yūji clears her throat and gently shakes her head. Her brain felt so fuzzy...
"Shit... Yūji," Sukuna calls out with a slight slur to his words. What's going on?
Her head starts to feel even fuzzier once she somehow manages to reach the entrance to her suite. Her body felt like it was burning and her knees were getting weaker. Satoru was practically the only thing holding her up.
She needed... she needed something. What-what does she need?
She didn't realize she was leaning on Satoru until he grabs her hips in a bruising grip. Her sight was getting even fuzzier and her hand looked like it was going in slow motion as she reaches for the door knob.
Yūji gasps when she's forced around right after she opens the door. A small noise escapes her mouth when someone forcefully kisses her.
"G-Gojo-sen-" She tries to speak, but Satoru just forces his tongue into her mouth. Yūji instinctively wraps her arms around Satoru's neck and pulls him closer, kissing him back. A shiver runs up her spine when Satoru forces her through the door. He kicks it closed and slams Yūji into the wall next to the door. Yūji gasps at the pressure and claws at his back. Everything felt too hot.
"Y-Yūji..." Sukuna calls out again, his voice faint over the loud heartbeat rushing in Yūji's ears. She feels hands on the back of her thighs as her only warning before she's lifted up. Yūji breaks from the kiss with a gasp and wraps her legs around Satoru's waist.
"Gojo-sensei!" Yūji breathes out, leaning her head back, baring her neck for the man. He sucks harshly against her pulse, making her groan quietly, before he licks a stipe up her neck. His grip on her waist tightens even more as he grinds up into her.
"Such pretty sounds, Yūji," Satoru mutters into Yūji's ear when she whimpers. Her eyes flutter close with a high-pitched keen as he bites her neck hard enough to draw blood.
She moans softly and drags her hand up to the white haired man's hair. "Gojo-sensei... Satoru, please... It's too hot..."
Satoru groans when Yūji pulls his head back by her grip around his hair. The grip loosens the blindfold and makes it fall down, catching on his nose. He reaches up and rips it off, throwing it to the side. Yūji grabs the sides of his face and kisses him again.
"Yūji." Sukuna's voice was clearer, but still only a small sound compared to the muggy thoughts running through Yūji's head. "YŪJI!"
The pink haired teenager gasps as a painful shock travels up her spine. Her head immediately clears and she blinks away the heat. It continues to thrum underneath her skin, increasingly getting hotter.
"G-Gojo-sensei, wait," Yūji speaks in a breathless tone, her mind already getting fuzzy again. She moans when he grinds against her again, the stimulation sending zaps of pleasure throughout her veins.
"Gojo-sensei." Yūji tries to push Satoru's head away from her, trying to snap him out of it. Yūji bites her lip and pulls back her hand.
Satoru looks off to the side with wide eyes. His darkened eyes clear up and he stares at the pink haired teenager with a quickly reddening cheek.
"You..." He blinks and glances down, noticing their position. He shakes his head as the heat tries to take over.
"This... this shouldn't be-why is this happening?" Satoru asks, quickly lowering Yūji and takes a step back. He loses his balance and starts to collapse, but Yūji reaches out. Her knees buckle and she falls after her teacher.
Satoru quickly catches her as they both fall, making the pink haired teenager land on his stomach. She moans out at the pressure and tries to clench her thighs together, only to be stopped by Satoru's waist.
"S-Sukuna, what's... what's going on?" Yūji asks aloud, trying to keep her bearings, but Satoru's bruising hold on her hips distract her.
Her cheek tingles before a slightly panting mouth appears. "That-that curse. The flower field... it had an aphrodisiac."
Yūji starts to pant as she tries to keep herself from falling deeper into the haze. She shakes her head with a small whimper, hands clenching around Satoru's shirt.
"We'll-we'll wait it out then. This isn't-"
"It was-it's a part of a cursed technique. It'll-it'll likely kill us if we-if you don't do anything..." Sukuna growls loudly and shakes himself out of the heat again. He was affected too, but Yūji can't be too surprised. They were sharing a body.
"I'm not going to. You're just-" Satoru cuts himself off with a small growl, slapping himself before the heat could take over. Yūji clenches her eyes shut and takes a deep breath. She opens her eyes when Satoru starts to push her off of him, but she quickly pushes his shoulders against the floor, stopping him.
"We-we're both drugged. And l-losing coherency with each second..." Yūji licks her lips and glares down at the slightly shocked white haired man. "I consent to fucking with you, Satoru. We don't have a choice. Do you want to die because you didn't want to fuck?"
"Such crude language in front of your teacher, Yūji-chan~" Satoru teases with a grin. Yūji rolls her eyes with an amused huff before the air is punched out of her lungs when Satoru suddenly flips their positions.
"G-Gojo-sensei... please..." Yūji trails off in a breathless tone when he presses against her hips with his own. Her eyes flutter shut and her nails pierce through his jacket and his shirt.
Satoru's grin turns predatory. They both give up their fight to the heat. What a night this has been.
Yūji stood in a field of red spider lilies surrounded by a mist. The blood moon above casted an crimson glow over everything Yūji could see. She looks down and notices the outfit she wore.
She wore a pure white furisode kimono with the lower half and the ends of the sleeves stained red with blood, the blood still dripping into the puddles below the spider lilies. The obi was also pure white with a single emblem of the rising sun. Her feet were bare and the spider lilies gently brushes against them as a silent breeze went by. Her lips were stained with the blood, still freshly applied but not dripping off her lips.
Dozens of corpses surrounded her like she was the sun, some already decaying, others only dead for minutes. The spider lilies seemed sprout out from the corpses, invading them and making them their hosts.
Yūji hears a small rustle behind her and turns around. A behemoth of a man with burning blue eyes stood a few feet away from her with his four arms crossed over his kimono. Sukuna.
He wore his normal kimono, only every bit of white that it once was, was stained red with blood. It pooled beneath his feet like a still pond.
"My children... I cannot stay long..." The soothing voice of Ōhirume-no-Muchi immediately has Yūji and Sukuna on their knees. They bow deeply to the third and final figure that appears.
"Ōhirume-no-Muchi, your Slayers are honored with your presence." Yūji and Sukuna greet reverently. Ōhirume-no-Muchi giggles softly, sitting on her knees as she floats.
"My children, rise." The goddess raises a hand, the spider lilies drying out and wilting from the intense heat. "I wish this was a visit to see how my children are doing... but you must heed my warning."
Sukuna and Yūji slowly stand up, keeping their gazes towards their feet. Ōhirume-no-Muchi silently floats over and gently lifts their chins up with her fingers.
"As my God Slayers, you must be diligent. An ancient one has claimed the body of a man. It has devoured its soul only last year. It has caused you great pain and strife in your previous lives. This life, you are finally reunited. You are strong enough to kill this malison and make sure its soul is destroyed," Ōhirume-no-Muchi speaks softly.
"As you command, Okāsan," Yūji and Sukuna answer at the same time immediately. Ōhirume-no-Muchi giggles and caresses her children's faces.
"You must be careful. This malison is old, ancient. It was strong enough to fake its death all those years ago... You must be diligent to protect what is yours. My dearest Yūmi, my dearest Sukuna, you both accepted my blessings that day. Added sight into the past to help you rule the future. Do not disappoint me." Ōhirume-no-Muchi presses a gentle kiss to Yūji's and Sukuna's forehead.
The word sight appears on the spot where the goddess had kissed them, written in man'yōgana. Blood falls from the brand before it slowly heals.
"Okāsan... the Six Eyes... How can it still be alive?" Yūji asks softly, making Ōhirume-no-Muchi smile.
"My brother has never been able to see past his rage. It may have escaped by a single person... protect it. Be aware of a message." Ōhirume-no-Muchi's voice starts to fade. "I must leave now, before the Gods become suspicious and find you. Be careful, my children... and remember my warning..."
Hey! Hope you all are enjoying the story so far! A shorter chapter compared to last chapter, but I still hope you all like it!
I always fucking feel like my chapters are rushed, but it's my stupid perfectionist brain. Ugh. Just kill me.
Satoru fucks Yūji first, lmao. When everyone finds out they're gonna be PISSED (and jealous)!
Lmao, I can't wait for next chapter! It'll showcase the aftermath and... The Goodwill Event will begin next chapter! Woot woot!
It'll be different, but I don't know what the fuck I'ma do, so if anyone has any ideas, please comment!!!
I hope you all like the new chapter! Bye.
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