If he overlooks the scar, Utahime is tolerably attractive. The form-fitting red dress with a hint of cleavage helps. Naoya resists the urge to lean back and rest his shoulder against the wall. This is not that type of establishment, and while he does not care for Utahime, he needs her to believe he does, which is why he opted for this restaurant.
It is elegant. Their booth is secluded and gives off the illusion that it is only them. The black upholstery and the wood table in the middle are enough to settle his mind. He enjoys this place for its simplicity. Jazz streams through the speakers, helping with the romantic atmosphere.
"Something on your mind?" he asks, reaching for his sake, Dassai 23, the only brand he enjoys when he is out and not at home where there is far more expensive sake to suit his needs.
Utahime startles. Her face flushes pink. "I just..." she stops, swallows, and then glances down at her lap. "Why me? Why have Mei Mei set up this meeting?"
"Meeting?" He scoffs. "This is a date, not a meeting." If she believes this to be a meeting between sorcerers, then he is not doing a good job of courting her. Naoya sips his drink and mulls on her words. Why her? He cannot come out and say it is because she is a stand-in for the woman he wants. The woman being guarded by Gojo Fucking Satoru. He grits his teeth. His body aches in remembrance of the beating. "Your kindness." Naoya sets the drink down and folds his fingers on the table. "Your intelligence." He smiles as he eyes her curves in that red dress. Smooth, clear skin, other than that unsightly scar across her face, and delicate hands that have little callouses. He would have preferred if her hands were callous free, but Utahime is a sorcerer, so Naoya resigns himself to get over this mark against her. "And of course, your beauty."
He will have to fuck her from behind. That scar of hers infuriates him and her face is... Naoya runs his tongue over the top of his teeth. From behind, he could get lost in his fantasy. He could picture her, Kagome. She would want it slow. She'd beg him for more. Beg him to ruin her.
"Zenin-san—"
"Naoya. No need for us to be formal." There are some stores still open. Perhaps he should take her shopping. Nothing a couple of jewels can't fix. His eyes narrow. Does this woman not own any jewelry? Who comes on a date without a necklace or earrings?
"Naoya," Utahime says slowly. "Please be honest with me. I'm sure you will be named head of the Zenin clan. There are plenty of other smaller clans or someone else of higher standing."
For fuck's sake.
Naoya exhales, pretending to be put off by Utahime's words. "While that may be, those other women are not you. They lack... your kindness. That motherly instinct." He leans back right as the server returns to take their orders. Naoya orders for the both of them. Once the server is gone, Naoya turns his attention back to Utahime. "You do not give yourself as much praise as you should. You are correct about me not being completely honest."
Utahime straightens her back, rigid in the chair. Naoya's eyes drift down. Her tits are perky, but small, not at all like the full ones of Kagome.
All this pining over Kagome is going to drive him mad.
"Should you have me, I am dating with the intention of marrying you."
She gasps and then covers her mouth with her fingers. Naoya waits for Utahime to compose herself. It is clear she is not used to going on dates, which fills him with some satisfaction. Less he will need to edge out of her. She'll be more pliable. Moldable.
"I am not asking you to marry me tonight," he continues. "But for you to take my words and my actions with sincerity."
Utahime drops her hand. "I have no intention of quitting my job as a teacher."
"I wouldn't dream of asking you to do such a thing." He keeps his face pleasant. Where does she get off telling him what she will and will not do? His woman will not work. Her only job will be to wait on him and give him as many brats, powerful sons as he wishes. Sons stronger than those brats of Satoru. Damn him. How dare he hide an older son who can do something Naoya cannot, a domain expansion, the pinnacle of jujutsu.
Utahime will birth him sons with the clan's prized cursed technique. He knows about her technique. It is support-based, useless when she is on her own, but that amplification of hers could potentially amplify the greatness of his future heirs. While everyone else is concerned with finding more women with energy similar to Kagome's, he will focus on Utahime.
Let the others waste their time chasing after unicorns instead of looking at the potential of the sorcerers that have weaker curse techniques, but could be exploited.
"In fact, your teaching and how you are helping to shape the next generation of jujutsu is what drew me in. The students love you. They all speak highly of you and seeing how patient you are. How attentive you are..." he dips his head and then looks back up at her with what he hopes is a demure smile. "I began to wonder—to dream of how wonderful it would be to have even a sliver of that love for myself."
Utahime flushes, the blush darkens. Her chest rises and Naoya knows he has her.
A few pretty words and she's entranced. Naoya reaches across the table and holds out a hand, asking for Utahime to place hers in his.
"I've heard rumors about your clan," she says, placing her hand in his. "The Zenins aren't known for being kind to women."
"None would dare to treat you as less than," he says. "Those rumors are from those who were discontent with their lives. Miserable people go out of their way to make everyone as miserable as them."
Utahime bites her bottom lip. For a moment, Naoya wonders how that red lipstick would look smeared along his cock. He swallows as he blinks away the image of her on her knees staring up at him.
Damn that Satoru.
"Mai is your student," Naoya says simply. "She has potential, but if it had been up to her, she would have stayed small. Some sorcerers require that push. A small nudge to help them reach their potential. You should know that better than anyone as a teacher. Mai may complain, but everything she has been through has been for her benefit. She is simply too young to see that now." He squeezes her hand and then pulls away.
The server returns with their meals. He would have preferred for her to eat a salad, but after that misstep with Kagome, he opted to order Utahime something with more protein. So long as she keeps her weight to a respectable range, he will allow her to eat what she wishes.
During their meal, Naoya listens as Utahime shares more about her family and her upbringing. He listens attentively, not because he actually cares that she comes from a family of non-sorcerers or that her father is a hardworking salary man, but because any information gained is valuable. Anything he can use to keep her close to his side until he is so fully wrapped around her that any attempt to leave would result in nothing less than strangling herself is valuable indeed.
"Come with me," Naoya says, taking her hand in his. Utahime glances at their hands and then tugs his jacket tighter with her other.
"Oh? I thought..."
"I wish to give you a gift," he says simply, leading them down the busy streets of Kyoto. "I thought to purchase it beforehand, but I was worried I would get you something you wouldn't like."
"All gifts are appreciated," she replies. "It's the thought that counts. Not how expensive the gift is."
"Lies broke men tell their girlfriends so they feel better about their inadequacies. There is nothing wrong with wanting more. You deserve it." He angles his head down and smiles down at her. "But since it is the thought that counts, allow me to settle my mind by purchasing as many jewels for you as my heart contents."
She turns her head and pushes her hair back behind her ear.
This is easy. Far too easy. For the first time that night, Naoya smiles, a smile he feels from the depths of his heart. Everything is going to work out and soon he will show Gojo Satoru, who is really on top.
Naoya slides off his button-down white top and tosses it in the hamper for someone else to take care of. He sits down on his bed, not bothering to turn on the lamp, and pulls his phone from his pocket. Shopping for Utahime was interesting. She hesitates a lot, but he likes that. Likes how easily she fell into place.
"It won't take much to mold her," he says, clicking on the social media app. It's stupid, but ever since he heard about Kagome. Heard about how she has yet another child with Satoru, Naoya finds himself scrolling on Satoru's page. It is not stalking. There is nothing wrong with wanting to know more about what the Gojo clan leader is up to. In fact, this is something Naoya should be doing as the future clan leader.
His breath catches in his throat.
Fuck.
Kagome looks amazing in that dress. Red. He moves the phone closer to his face and clenches his other fist. He wants to zoom in, to commit that dress to memory, but he dares not in case he accidentally likes the picture and alerts Satoru. Kagome's hair is wild. Her lips are flushed.
She looks as though she just got done getting fucked.
Naoya swallows back the desire and swipes to the next picture. More pictures of Kagome on some car, most likely Satoru's. He snarls when the next picture is one with Satoru and Kagome. He hates how she is looking at him. How her hand rests on Satoru's chest. How she looks at him so sweetly.
He exhales and runs a hand through his hair, trying to dislodge the discomfort in his chest. He should be happy. Elated. The date with Utahime tonight was successful and they have plans to meet up in the morning for breakfast before his first mission of the day, and yet he is pissed.
Why does Gojo Satoru have it all?
He doesn't deserve it. No, Naoya deserves all the blessings that have been gifted to Satoru. He scrolls some more, needing to look at something other than Kagome in that dress.
A family picture.
Naoya tosses his phone to the side and lies back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He stretches his arm out and makes a fist. He's coming for everything Satoru has. His sons—his legacy—will outshine anything Satoru has done. He will overshadow the accomplishments of Satoru's children. And when Satoru tosses Kagome to the side, he will be there with comforting words and promises that are meant to be broken.
He turns his head and reaches for his phone. Surely, he is a masochist because he scrolls back up to that picture of Kagome in that red dress. Naoya reaches one hand down past his slacks and grips his cock. He shudders as he squeezes his length. He could have pushed for more. Pushed Utahime to spend the night with him, but he aims to play the long game.
Closing his eyes, he breathes out of his mouth and then sits up, dragging his hand from his cock as he does so. Fuck this. Naoya opens his door and walks out of his room, leaving his phone behind. The moon is high in the sky and brings the tranquility he so desperately needs. A woman, a servant, drops her head and scurries by.
"Stop," he says, advancing towards her.
"Zenin-sama," she says with a tremble. "How can I help—" Her brown eyes widen. Naoya grips her chin with his thumb and forefinger.
"What is your role?"
"R-role?" Her pink lips part. "To serve you, Zenin-sama."
Naoya chuckles as he drops his hand. To serve him, he likes the sound of that. He takes her hand, pulls her forward, and places her palm on his groin. Her hair is two shades too light, but she will do.
"Why are you hesitating?"
She sinks to her knees right there in the middle of the compound with only the light from the moon bearing witness. Naoya closes his eyes and imagines it's her lips on him. Imagines the look of pure adoration she had in that picture and how it is him she is directing that look to.
"Zenin—"
"Don't fucking talk." He snaps his eyes open and grabs her by the bun, holding her head in place while he chases his release. She would take it. Take everything he offers her. Naoya closes his eyes once more. It is only when his eyes are closed that he can pretend it is her whose lips are stretched around him.
Soon. He'll have it all.
A/N: Dropping this chapter today as a thank you to everyone for reading and being awesome. Next update will be on Sunday. Make sure to take care of yourselves! Wishing you a happy Thanksgiving and if your family tries to set you up with a person like Naoya, run lolol.