Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

The string of reason snapped with a "snap".

Gojo Satoru's fingertips were still roaming around his side, the cool touch through the thin fabric like clusters of flames, easily igniting the long-suppressed desire of Kikkawa Sumi.

Those shimmering blue eyes were so close, filled with a confident arrogance that they knew they would be indulged.

Sumire Kichikawa looked at him quietly.

In that instant, a multitude of emotions flashed through his mind.

Gojo Satoru knows him well. He knows that he is always powerless in front of him and that he only needs to tease him a little to make him bewitched as if he has lost his mind.

So he chose to use this method to evade his questioning.

He was indeed awakened to his deep-seated desires.

But beneath this burning desire, something sharper pierced through.

Gojo Satoru was fooling him.

This person didn't want to answer questions about the school, nor did he want to tell him what was behind the two-week business trip, so he chose to shut down his questions in this way.

An indescribable rage suddenly exploded in his chest.

He was a little angry.

It wasn't because of Gojo Satoru's secret.

He was already prepared to completely trust Gojo Satoru, and he didn't care even if the man hid many things from him.

Whether they tell him or not, it won't affect their relationship.

Moreover, he himself wasn't entirely honest.

But what really angered him was Gojo Satoru's attitude.

That attitude of being completely indifferent to one's own body towards this person—the person one loves.

He doesn't cherish himself.

This realization caused Sumi Kichikawa to lose control more than any provocation.

Despite being on business trips non-stop for half a month and suffering from sleep deprivation to the point that I would doze off during the few minutes I waited for dinner on the sofa when I got home, I still had to pretend that nothing was wrong.

It seems that when facing Kikawa Sumi, he always presents this invincible image.

He could never truly touch the person's weary bones.

Heartache and anger mingled together, and something suppressed deep within silently surfaced.

You're lying to me.

Sumi Kichikawa's voice was so low it was almost a soliloquy.

Just as Gojo Satoru's fingertips were about to slide up Kikkawa Sumi's spine, he suddenly caught a sudden change in the aura in the air.

The previously lukewarm and helpless atmosphere disappeared, replaced by a highly aggressive sense of oppression.

Gojo Satoru paused, sensing something was wrong, and instinctively tried to pull his hand back: "Sumi..."

It's too late.

His wrist was grabbed by a large, bony hand.

Gojo Satoru instinctively tried to break free using skill, but the next second, an overwhelming and unreasonable force suddenly erupted!

He felt a sudden tightening around his waist, and his entire body was being pulled up by Kikawa Sumi's single arm, lifted halfway into the air!

A muffled "bang" was heard.

Gojo Satoru's back slammed against the cold marble countertop.

He opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

He knew that Sumi Kichikawa was very strong, but how could he lift him up with one hand?

This explosive power...

Realizing something was amiss, he instinctively tried to bend his knees to create some distance, but Sumire Kichikawa pressed herself against him, forcefully squeezing between his legs and pinning him firmly against the table, completely blocking any escape route.

"Xiao Cheng?! You..."

Gojo Satoru looked up in surprise, but swallowed the rest of his words the moment he met Susumu Kasugawa's eyes.

Those usually gentle and clear black eyes were now completely dark, surging with an undisguised fervor and possessiveness that made his heart pound.

"Didn't you want me to target you?" Sumi Kichikawa's voice was hoarse and completely distorted, revealing an almost out-of-control obsession. "Why are you hiding?"

Gojo Satoru's heart skipped a beat.

He instinctively raised his hands, wanting to push Sumi Kichikawa's shoulders to stop the situation from getting out of control: "Wait, Sumi..."

But as soon as he raised his hand, Sumire Kichikawa precisely grabbed his wrists.

The force was so great that it was completely irresistible.

With a quick upward press, Gojo Satoru's hands were firmly pinned behind his back and pressed against the kitchen counter above his head.

"Hmm!"

Unable to move.

Gojo Satoru was shocked to discover that in this moment of utter debauchery, he was completely overwhelmed by Kikkawa Sumi's strength and had no chance to fight back.

With a soft "ripping" sound, Sumire Kisakawa ripped open the buttons on Gojo Satoru's uniform collar with one hand.

The black uniform was open, revealing a fair neck.

Instead of seeking his lips, Kikawa Sumi buried her face directly in the delicate crevice of his neck.

Warm lips and teeth left a merciless imprint on Gojo Satoru's throbbing carotid artery.

"hiss--!"

Gojo Satoru subconsciously turned his head away, trying to avoid it.

Kikawa Sumi's lips, burning hot, kissed that skin deeply, leaving a trail of deep red marks.

The kisses traveled down his neck, lingering on his delicate collarbone.

Gojo Satoru could hear his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

That's a bit too much.

This completely unfamiliar experience really made him a little flustered.

"Wait, wait a minute... Cheng!"

Ignoring his calls, Kikawa Sumi pressed one hand on Gojo Satoru's wrists, while the other hand slid down the open hem of his clothes, his calloused, rough fingertips kneading Gojo Satoru's firm, sensitive waist without any restraint.

Gojo Satoru bit his lower lip tightly, but he still couldn't stop those broken breaths from escaping his throat.

The cool countertop and the burning heat of Susumu Kikawa's chest sandwiched him, forcing him to tilt his head back, his vision becoming somewhat blurred due to the moisture from his body.

"You're already so tired..."

Kikawa Sumi's warm lips traced a path up his collarbone, stopping at his ear. Her voice was filled with barely suppressed anger and tenderness, "Why can't you take better care of yourself? Why do you have to use this method to upset me?"

The hand that was causing trouble at his waist was frighteningly hot, and its fingertips were already dangerously sliding towards Gojo Satoru's waist.

Gojo Satoru's body trembled uncontrollably.

As he was overwhelmed by extreme sensory overload, a storm raged within him.

Xiao Cheng's strength... and the subconscious grip on his wrist to prevent him from breaking free when she grabbed his wrist just now.

These are things that ordinary people cannot do.

Moreover, is this man, who exudes a dangerous aura and lays bare his desires so nakedly, really the same Dr. Kichikawa who would always be considerate of his feelings even when kissing him?

He looked at Kikawa Sumi lying on his chest, watching her lose control because of heartache. The panic in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep shock and a trace of barely perceptible doubt.

Xiaocheng's condition... is very strange.

This intense obsession is completely unlike his usual self.

Just as Gojo Satoru was about to speak to comfort him, and Sumi Kikawa's fingers had already dangerously unfastened the clasp at his waist—

A strong, pungent smell of burning suddenly entered this small space.

Sumire Kichikawa's movements suddenly froze.

His fingers were still on Gojo Satoru's button, his chest heaving violently.

He closed his eyes, pressed his forehead firmly against Gojo Satoru's sweaty neck, and took several deep breaths.

Gojo Satoru could clearly sense that Kikkawa Sumi was forcibly reining in that surging, straightforward primal desire.

For a full ten seconds, the only sound in the kitchen was the heavy breathing of the two people mingling together.

Finally, Sumireki released his grip on Gojo Satoru's wrists.

He slowly raised his head, the burning fervor in his eyes had faded, and he had regained his usual gentleness, though a trace of lingering emotion and regret remained.

He turned his head and looked at the frying pan next to him.

The hamburger patty inside had completely turned into a piece of charcoal, emitting wisps of black smoke.

"..."

Gojo Satoru leaned against the kitchen counter, his uniform open, revealing a large patch of his neck covered in fresh red marks.

He rubbed his aching wrist, his mind still replaying the forceful, domineering action of Kikawa Sumi and that unfamiliar yet aggressive gaze.

But he didn't ask anything, he just blinked his reddish-blue eyes and laughed heartlessly.

"Oh dear, Xiaocheng has ruined dinner."

Kikawa Sumi closed her eyes and sighed helplessly.

He turned around, turned off the fire, and dumped the charcoal into the trash can.

The feeling of completely indulging one's instincts just now left him slightly stunned.

Gojo Satoru jumped off the kitchen counter, and his legs surprisingly went weak for a moment.

He walked over and hugged Kikawa Sumi from behind again, resting his chin on the other's shoulder. This time, he didn't move, but simply stayed close to her quietly.

Sumire Kawakawa turned around and reached out to help Satoru Gojo straighten his clothes.

His fingertips gently traced the deepest red mark, his voice tinged with guilt:

"Sorry, I... I lost control just now."

"It's okay." Gojo Satoru gazed at him, his blue eyes gleaming with a deep light, yet the smile on his lips was unbelievably soft.

"After all, it's Xiaocheng."

However, the hands that were wrapped around Kikawa Sumi's waist tightened slightly from an angle that no one noticed.