The first light of dawn crept through the cracks in the wooden shutters, painting the room in soft, golden hues.
Gojo stirred awake, his body heavy with the remnants of last night's firestorm. His mind was a haze, fragments of heated touches and breathless moans flickering like embers in his thoughts.
He blinked, his golden eyes adjusting to the dim light, and that's when he saw them.
Hiyori and Suma lay beside him on the futon, their bodies bare and intertwined like forbidden fruit ripe for the plucking. The thin sheets had slipped away during the night, revealing the soft curves of their forms—
Hiyori's full, heaving breasts rising and falling with each breath, her violet eyes fluttering in restless dreams; Suma's delicate, porcelain skin glowing in the morning light, her small, pert nipples peeking out from beneath a stray lock of hair.
Their legs were tangled together, smooth thighs pressed close, as if they had sought solace in each other even in sleep.
Gojo's heart hammered in his chest, a mix of primal hunger and gut-wrenching shame flooding his veins. What the hell did I do? He remembered the kisses—oh, those savage, devouring kisses that had claimed Hiyori's lips, her neck, her breasts.
He could still taste her on his tongue, feel the way she arched into him, her moans like sweet poison. And Suma... his little sister, so fragile and desperate, begging for his touch.
He had laid her down beside Hiyori, his hands roaming her trembling body, kissing every inch until she was a writhing mess of desire.
But it was all a blur after that. Had he lost control? The last thing he recalled was the heat building, the air thick with lust, and....
then... nothing. Did I go too far? Did I take them completely? His body ached with the evidence of their passion, a throbbing reminder of how close they had come to crossing that final line. He glanced down at himself, his own nakedness confirming the intimacy, and felt a wave of guilt crash over him. I'm their protector, not their... their lover.
What kind of person am I? Yet, even as shame burned in his gut, his eyes lingered on their exposed skin, tracing the gentle rise of Hiyori's hips and the way Suma's thighs pressed together, as if hiding secrets of their own.
His pulse quickened, a forbidden heat stirring within him. God, they're beautiful... I want to touch them again.
Carefully, so as not to wake them, Gojo slipped out of the futon, his muscles tense with the effort. He grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor, pulling it on to cover his own arousal, but it did little to quell the fire raging inside.
As he stood there, watching their peaceful forms, he couldn't help but imagine what might have happened if he hadn't stopped—his hands exploring deeper, their bodies moving in sync, cries of ecstasy echoing through the night.
Almost... we were so close. The thought made his breath hitch, and he bit his lip to stifle a groan.
By the time he made it to the kitchen, the sun had fully risen, casting warm rays across the small house. The aroma of brewing tea and sizzling rice filled the air, but it did nothing to ease the storm in his mind. Hiyori and Suma soon joined him, both dressed in light robes that clung teasingly to their curves, their cheeks flushed as if they, too, were replaying the night's events.
They exchanged shy glances, the air between them charged with unspoken tension. Gojo avoided their eyes, focusing on preparing breakfast, but every accidental brush of their hands against his sent electric shocks through his body.
"Sit down, both of you," Gojo muttered, his voice rougher than intended. As he set the table, his mind wandered to the feel of their skin—Hiyori's soft breasts under his palms, Suma's delicate whimpers as he kissed her neck. I did this without thinking... without knowing how far it went. How can I face them? The guilt gnawed at him, but beneath it, a deeper hunger simmered, waiting to ignite.
Just as they began to eat, the front door swung open with a dramatic flourish. Hikami-sensei stepped in, her voluptuous figure framed by the doorway like a goddess of flame.
She was dressed in a tight, red kimono that hugged her curves, the fabric straining against her ample breasts and leaving little to the imagination.
Her golden eyes sparkled with mischief, and a wicked smile played on her lips—the same smile she had worn last night while watching from the bathroom, her hand between her legs as she indulged in their forbidden display.
"Good morning, Gojo-kun," she purred, her voice like velvet laced with sin. She sauntered into the room, her hips swaying hypnotically, and the scent of exotic flowers and smoldering embers trailed behind her. "And to you, my dear students. What a cozy little family breakfast."
Gojo froze, his chopsticks hovering mid-air. Hiyori and Suma exchanged nervous glances, their robes slipping slightly to reveal glimpses of cleavage. "Hikami-sensei? What are you doing here?" Gojo asked, his voice laced with suspicion. He couldn't shake the memory of her voyeuristic gaze from last night—
how she had touched herself while whispering his name, her fingers moving with desperate need under the running water.
Hikami leaned against the table, her kimono dipping low to expose the swell of her breasts. She fixed him with a teasing stare, her eyes roaming over his body in a way that made his skin tingle.
"Oh, Gojo-kun, you naughty boy. Did you really think your little escapades would go unnoticed?" She reached out, her fingers brushing his arm in a lingering touch that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core.
"Principal Kyoki Mishinara installed cameras in your room, you know. For 'safety reasons.' And what do you think she saw last night? You, breaking every rule in the contract."
Hiyori gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, while Suma's cheeks turned crimson. Gojo's eyes widened.
Cameras? The thought of their intimate moments being recorded—of the principal watching him ravage his sisters—made his blood boil with a mix of anger and illicit thrill.
"What contract?" he demanded, though he already knew. Because Miss Kyoki is great friend of your father , Fuji Kase so to prevent... well, exactly what had happened she installed .
Hikami's smile widened, her lips curving into a predatory grin. She stepped closer, her body mere inches from his, and he could feel the warmth radiating from her skin.
"The one that forbids any... improper relations. You touched them, Gojo-kun. You slept with them—literally and figuratively. And now, as punishment—or should I say, as a 'solution'—
the principal has ordered me to move in with you. To keep an eye on things and... maintain order."
The room fell silent, the air thick with tension. Hiyori and Suma looked at each other, their expressions a blend of shock and hidden excitement. Gojo swallowed hard, his gaze locked on Hikami's cleavage, which seemed to heave with every breath she took. This is bad. So, so bad.
But why does it feel so... tempting? "You can't be serious," he muttered, but his voice lacked conviction.
Hikami chuckled, a low, sultry sound that made his knees weak. "Oh, I'm deadly serious. Starting today, this house is my new home.
Think of it as a bath time war, cooking battles, and all sorts of ecchi misunderstandings waiting to happen." She winked, her hand trailing down his chest in a feather-light touch that left him aching for more.
The day unfolded in a haze of steamy chaos. First came the bath time war. Gojo had retreated to the bathroom for a much-needed cold shower, hoping to wash away the guilt and arousal from the morning. But as he stripped down and stepped under the spray, the door burst open. Hikami stood there, already half-undressed in a sheer towel that clung to her curves like a second skin. Water droplets glistened on her exposed shoulders, and her golden eyes locked onto his naked form with unbridled hunger.
"Gojo-kun, fancy seeing you here," she teased, stepping in without a hint of shame. The steam enveloped them, turning the small space into a sauna of desire. She dropped her towel just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts, her nipples hardening under his gaze. "Care to share? After all, we're housemates now."
Gojo's breath caught, his body reacting instantly to her proximity. He turned away, but not before catching a glimpse of her smooth, wet skin. "Hikami-sensei, this is—ah!" She pressed against him from behind, her hands sliding up his back in a slow, sensual exploration. "Don't be shy. I saw everything last night, remember? You were quite the beast with those girls."
Her lips brushed his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He could feel her breasts pressing into him, her thighs teasingly close. Almost... if I turn around, I could kiss her, touch her... But he resisted, his hands clenching into fists as the water cascaded over them.
Next was the cooking battle, which turned into a battlefield of ecchi misunderstandings.
In the kitchen, Hikami insisted on helping prepare lunch, her body brushing against Gojo's at every turn. She wore a flimsy apron that barely covered her assets, and as they chopped vegetables side by side, her hip bumped his, sending a jolt through him.
"Oops, sorry," she purred, her hand lingering on his waist. Hiyori and Suma watched from the doorway, their eyes wide with jealousy and desire.
When Hikami "accidentally" dropped a spoon and bent over to pick it up, her apron riding up to reveal lacy underwear, Gojo nearly dropped the knife. Her ass is right there... I could grab it, pull her close... The tension was palpable, with Suma whispering to Hiyori about joining in, their own hands fidgeting with restrained need.
Ecchi misunderstandings piled up throughout the afternoon.
Hiyori walked in on Gojo and Hikami in the hallway, misinterpreting their close proximity as something more, leading to a heated argument that ended with accidental touches and flushed faces.
Suma, trying to intervene, tripped and fell into Gojo's arms, her robe slipping open to reveal her bare skin. Each moment was a tease, an "almost" that left everyone breathless and wanting.
Finally, as evening fell, Hikami stormed into Gojo's room, her eyes blazing with fire. She flung a handful of lacy lingerie at his face, the soft fabric brushing his skin like a lover's caress.
"I'm your future wife, Gojo-kun. Prepare yourself," she declared, her voice dripping with seductive authority.
She stepped closer, her kimono slipping off one shoulder, exposing more of her tantalizing form. "You broke the rules, and now you're mine. Let's see how long you can resist."
Gojo caught the lingerie, his fingers trembling as he felt the silky material.
The room spun with desire, his body screaming for release. This is just the beginning, he thought, as Hikami's lips hovered inches from his, promising a night of unending temptation.
[To be continued]
( NEXT HIKAMI ARC )