Back at the house…
Gojo staggered into the living room like a war veteran returning from the battlefield.
He just wanted peace. A quiet evening. Maybe study math. Maybe catch up on anime.
What he got instead… was hell.
Suma sprawled across the couch like some exotic cat, her body shimmering with baby oil that she had "accidentally" spilled on herself. Her shirt—a criminally oversized thing—clung to her every curve, going semi-transparent in all the worst ways.
"Nii-sama~" she cooed, dragging out the word like a weapon. "Can you help me? I feel so… slippery."
Gojo flattened himself against the wall like she was a radioactive hazard.
"NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. PUT ON PANTS. PUT ON A HAZMAT SUIT!"
Suma pouted deliciously, swinging her legs back and forth, causing her shirt to lift higher and higher with every motion. A sinful peek of smooth thighs and—
"STOP LOOKING!" Gojo screamed at himself internally, nose threatening to erupt again.
"But it's so hot," Suma whispered, licking her lips in slow motion. "Don't you wanna wipe me down~?"
She stretched, the shirt riding up even more, oil glistening along her skin.
Gojo shook like a leaf. "God is testing me."
And just when it looked like Suma was about to crawl toward him on all fours—
BAM!!
Hiyori stormed in, bucket in hand, eyes blazing like an avenging angel.
"INDECENT SWINE!!"
Splash!
The bucket of cold water hit Suma squarely.
Her already-transparent shirt went completely see-through.
Gojo died.
Blood geysered from his nose as he collapsed into the bean bag.
Suma gasped dramatically. "Kyaah! Look, Nii-sama~! I'm a water nymph!"
She twirled, the wet shirt plastering against her every curve, leaving absolutely nothing to imagination.
"PUT SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON!" Hiyori shrieked, hurling a second bucket at her like a holy grenade.
Suma dodged, laughing wickedly, dodging like a slippery eel.
They began chasing each other around the house, shrieking, slipping, rolling—
—with Gojo groaning on the floor, praying for divine intervention.
Later that night…
The house was quiet.
Gojo lay in bed, bruised, emotionally damaged, and wearing three layers of blankets just to feel safe.
Suma, however, was wide awake.
And grinning mischievously.
She tiptoed barefoot across the cold floor, her shirt (now dry) barely covering her thighs. Without a sound, she climbed out the window and up onto the rooftop.
The moon was full, bathing the house in silver light.
The stars above glittered like spilled diamonds.
Suma stretched her arms high, arching her back with a cat-like grace. "Mmm… freedom~"
And then—
The air shifted.
It became colder. Darker. Like a thick velvet wrapped around reality itself.
A swirling portal of black and purple mist opened in the sky above her.
And stepping out, like a forbidden queen from another realm—
Was Misz.
She was stunning.
Long violet hair cascaded down her back.
Curved black horns jutted from her head.
Her crimson eyes glowed like embers.
She wore a tight leather bodice and high boots, her skin pale and perfect.
Suma blinked up at her, tilting her head curiously like a kitten.
"Ooooh. You're hot," Suma said bluntly.
Misz chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent goosebumps across Suma's skin.
"You're not bad yourself, little temptress," Misz purred.
She descended gracefully, heels clicking softly against the rooftop tiles.
Standing before Suma, she reached out and—slowly, sensually—lifted Suma's chin with a gloved finger.
Their faces were inches apart.
"I've been watching you," Misz whispered, her breath warm against Suma's lips. "You have… potential."
Suma's cheeks flushed—but not from shyness.
It was excitement.
"Potential for what?" Suma asked, her voice innocent but eyes glittering mischievously.
Misz smiled wickedly, circling around her like a predator stalking prey.
"To claim what you desire most," she whispered near Suma's ear. Her voice vibrated through Suma's entire body. "To have Gojo-kun all to yourself. No interruptions. No rivals."
She traced her finger lightly along Suma's bare shoulder, making her shiver.
"How?" Suma asked breathlessly.
Misz leaned closer, until her lips almost brushed Suma's ear.
"With a little... help," Misz murmured.
Suma turned, grinning like the devil's favorite student. "What's the price?"
Misz laughed softly, a velvet sound.
"Nothing you can't afford. Yet."
She reached into the air and summoned a small, glowing vial. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat.
Suma stared at it, biting her lip.
"And if I say yes?" she asked.
Misz's smile widened.
"Then," she whispered, brushing Suma's hair aside tenderly, "your dreams... and your darkest fantasies... will begin to come true."
The vial floated before Suma, tempting and dangerous.
Suma tilted her head, thinking.
"Hmm…" she hummed. "Tempting. Verrry tempting."
Misz chuckled again, turning her back slightly, giving Suma a full view of her devilish curves.
"No rush," Misz said smoothly. "But when you're ready… just say the word."
And with a final smirk, Misz disappeared into a swirl of black mist, leaving only the vial floating before Suma.
Suma caught it easily.
It was warm in her hand.
She stared at it for a long moment under the moonlight, the temptation humming in her veins.
Then she tucked it into her shirt (a very dangerous hiding spot) and grinned.
"Oh, Nii-sama~" she whispered to herself, stretching luxuriously under the stars.
"You're so screwed~"
Meanwhile, back inside…
Gojo sneezed violently in his sleep.
In his dreams, he was being chased by ten Sumas wearing nothing but strategically placed ribbons.
He whimpered.
Tomorrow… things were about to get much, much worse.
To Be Continued...