Hey, so this chapter has some adult stuff, but it's just a bit. I don't think I need to warn because if you read this far then you have read naughtier stuff :3

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The night was eerily silent when (y/n)'s eyes snapped open. Her breath was uneven, her heart pounding as the images of the nightmare clung to her mind. 'But was it really a dream? Or were those memories? Memories from that curse user?'

With some difficulty, (y/n) pushed those thoughts aside. She sat up slowly, running a hand through her damp hair. It took a moment to realize something else was off. The bed was empty.

Frowning, she pushed off the covers and padded quietly through the dimly lit hallway. A faint glow from the kitchen led her to Satoru, standing by the counter with a glass of water in hand. He was wearing only his boxers, his messy hair falling over his eyes.

Gojo was lost in thought. The preparations for the Goodwill Event, the possibility of betrayal from one of the Kyoto members, and, of course, the complications surrounding (y/n). Now that he had finally let her into his heart, protecting her had become his priority.

The fact that someone was looking into the Matryoshka cursed object didn't sit well with him. He needed to keep her close to ensure her safety. And then there was the issue of the cursed energy she had absorbed. 'Maybe if she uses up all her cursed energy, it will help.'

All these thoughts were easily processed by his Six Eyes. As he finished drinking, she stepped closer

"You couldn't sleep either?" she asked, her voice softer than usual.

Satoru turned his head slightly, unsurprised to see her. "Nah," he said simply. "Did you have a nightmare?"

(y/n) hesitated before nodding. "Yeah… Or maybe not. It felt more like a memory. But not mine."

Satoru hummed, setting the glass down before leaning back against the counter. "Not surprising. You absorbed more than just his energy."

She shivered at the thought. "It felt like he was still there, waiting for a moment to take control."

Gojo crossed his arms, his expression unreadable in the dim light. "You know that's not how it works, right?"

"I know." She exhaled. "It just felt too real."

Tapping his fingers against the counter, he decided to give her some reassurance. "Tomorrow, I want you to try something. If my theory is correct, you should feel better afterward."

Stepping closer, she looked up at him, hope shining in her eyes. "Really? Can't we try it now?"

"No. We need more space than my apartment."

"Oh… okay." She was clearly disappointed.

"Hey, hey." Gojo took her chin, tilting her face back up. "Don't make that face. It's only a few hours more."

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. "You're scared to fall asleep and dream again, aren't you?"

"…Maybe." She didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't deny it either.

"Hmm… then what could we do to keep you awake?" he mused, his hand sliding under her robe, untying the sash, exposing her bare body underneath.

"Oh, Mr. Gojo, look what you've done," she teased coyly in response to his clear suggestion. "How could you expose me like this?"

"As if that loosely tied robe was doing much to cover you up," he scoffed. "I could practically see your nipples through that thin fabric."

To prove his point, Satoru cupped one of her breasts, kneading it while his free hand pulled her flush against him. He kissed her again, this time with more hunger.

As their bodies pressed together, (y/n) felt his arousal through his boxers. Smirking into the kiss, she managed to murmur, "Again? We just did it before going to sleep."

Satoru raised an eyebrow but didn't answer. Instead, his hands trailed over her back, making her shiver. Then they slid forward, just under her breasts, before moving down—past her navel, further still—until his fingers found their way between her legs.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as he gently slid a finger inside.

"Hm? And here you are, acting all judgy while already this wet?"

"What can I say?" She smirked. "That's how my body reacts to you."

She pressed closer, molding herself against him, her breasts flush against his chest, his erection pressing against her thigh. In response, Gojo lifted her onto the counter without breaking their kiss.

It was (y/n) who pulled his hair, making him stop.

"Nevertheless," she murmured, eyes dark with lust, "you need to be punished for exposing me like this. Now get down and lick me."

She spread her legs, and he obliged without complaint.

As his tongue played with her clit, she teased her own breasts, soft moans slipping past her lips. When Satoru pulled back for a breath, she grabbed his hair again, pulling him back down.

"No, I'm not finished yet."

A mischievous grin spread across his lips. "We can't have that, can we?"

He dove back in, his tongue now thrusting inside her while his nose brushed against her sensitive bud. When he needed to breathe, he switched to his fingers, curling them deep inside her as his tongue flicked against her clit.

(y/n) writhed against the counter, moaning in bliss. It didn't take long for her orgasm to crash over her, but Satoru wasn't done. He continued his assault until her body trembled with overstimulation.

Her thighs twitched around his head, and she tried to push him away weakly. "S-Satoru—"

He chuckled, his voice dark with amusement. "Oh no, sweetheart. I'm not done with you yet."

And just like that, the night stretched on, long enough for her to forget about her fears entirely.

The morning came too soon, and with it, training. The fresh morning air was pleasant, but the dew covering the grass was a downside.

Satoru insisted on doing some warm-ups, even though they weren't going to be physical. What the sorcerer had in mind was pushing (y/n)'s innate technique to its limit.

"Okay, you know the drill. Create random objects. Start with something simple, then increase the details. Keep as many objects intact for as long as you can."

(y/n) felt overwhelmed by so many instructions. "Oh gosh, this feels like you're testing my creativity too."

Pinching her cheek, Satoru encouraged her. "Don't think too much. You've got this."

Taking a deep breath, she started. First, a pair of sais, her preferred weapon. Since she began with weapons, she continued along that line. Throwing her sais on the ground, she molded her cursed energy into a pair of daggers, trying to maintain the sais intact. Next came a longsword, with an elaborate design on the blade to increase the difficulty.

"Do a crossbow."

(y/n)'s concentration wavered at Gojo's request, but she pushed through.

"Now fire an arrow."

"What?"

Her focus was completely gone, and frustration seeped through.

"How will this help me feel better about my cursed energy?"

To cheer her up, Satoru massaged her shoulders gently.

"Come on. Don't give up now. I have a hunch this will help. I mean, have you noticed that even though you got distracted, none of the objects you created faded?"

It was true. Looking down, every weapon she had molded was still there. This was unthinkable before their mission in Zurich.

"And that's not all. Did you realize you conjured a bolt for that crossbow?"

It was true. She hadn't noticed before.

"Now you see how much stronger you've become?"

"At least something good came out of it..."

"Oh, come on (y/n), be more optimistic. Now let's drain your cursed energy completely to see if it helps you feel better."

The hours flew by rapidly as Satoru continued to push (y/n) to her limits. Now that her cursed energy was all used up, she was panting with exhaustion.

"Gosh, Gojo." She needed to take a few breaths before continuing. "You'll be the end of me."

"Oh, poor baby. I'll make your favorite dinner while you relax in a hot bath. How does that sound?"

Somehow, hearing his words, a bit of energy came back to her body. "Yes! You're the best, Satoru."

"Come on then, let's go." Helping her up, they started to walk.

"You know, this would be a perfect time to use your teleporting abilities." She looked up at him, making puppy eyes.

"Okay, I think you've deserved it."

Later at dinner *

"So, how do you feel?" Gojo asked, eager to know.

(y/n) had already evaluated herself. "As you know, I can only replenish a little cursed energy every day, but the process has already begun. But how do I describe this feeling?"

She paused, thinking for a second. "My cursed energy feels a tiny bit different, almost like it's evolved, or maybe like I chewed up the curse user's energy and turned it into mine."

Satoru grinned proudly. "See? Not everything is bad."

"Sure, but I never want to go through such an experience again."

"That's a pity."

The incredulous look (y/n) gave him made him apologize.

"Hey, I was just joking... I'm sorry, I know these days have been hard on you."

His voice sounded sincere, so (y/n) accepted his apology.

"So, what's the plan until the Goodwill Event? It won't take long now."

"I think the kids have made amazing progress with their techniques. Now I'll help them figure out a good tactic against Kyoto's students. You know, how to fight in teams and the best way to split up and such."

"I see. So, are you going to tell them Yuji is alive?"

"Oh, I'll tell them right before the event starts. I'm planning this huge surprise, you see."

"Surprise? What bigger surprise could it be than a friend they think was dead? You planning on solving global warming or something?"

To (y/n)'s desperation, Gojo's eyes sparkled.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want."

Unamused, she preferred to change the topic. "And what will my task be?"

"You'll go with Nanami, exorcising curses. You need to absorb as much cursed energy as you can to be fit again."

A bit confused and alarmed, she asked, "Why? What do you want me to do?"

Satoru's expression turned somber. "You can't be at the school's perimeter during the Goodwill event. The Kyoto principal is one of the higher-ups, and he could raise questions about who you are."

"Oh, I see." But something didn't add up. "So why do you want me to power up?"

A proud smile crossed his lips. "I want you to watch the back entrance. I have a feeling something is about to happen at this event."