The bathroom was a sauna of temptation.
Steam curled like lazy fingers around the slick tiles, and the sound of running water filled the air. Gojo stood under the shower, eyes closed, desperately trying to cool the fever burning under his skin after the morning's endless ecchi disasters.
But peace was a luxury he would not be granted.
The door creaked open, and Hikami-sensei sauntered in, utterly naked, her skin glistening with moisture, her long crimson hair sticking to her bare shoulders and back like wet silk.
"Hikami-sensei!" Gojo yelped, slipping on the soapy floor and barely catching himself against the wall.
She merely laughed—a rich, sultry sound—and stepped into the shower with him, hips swaying. Her luscious breasts bounced freely with each step, droplets of water clinging to her pink, peaked nipples. She pressed herself against him, her heat instantly enveloping his body despite the cold water raining down.
"I told you, Gojo-kun," she whispered, her lips brushing against his jawline, "I'm your future wife now. You can't escape."
Her hands roamed his chest, her nails grazing teasingly downward, and he shuddered, torn between pulling her close and running for his life.
Before he could react, the door burst open again.
"Gojo-kun!" Hiyori cried out, charging into the bathroom, her violet eyes wide—and equally naked. Water streamed down her pale skin, tracing the curves of her full breasts, her flushed face filled with panic and jealousy.
"S-senpai!" Suma squeaked, stumbling in right after, naked as well, her delicate body trembling, a tiny towel barely covering her modesty. At least until it slipped from her fingers, leaving her completely exposed, her small pink nipples hard from the cool air.
Gojo felt his brain short-circuit. Three naked girls. In one bathroom. Pressed against him.
Hikami smirked, pulling Gojo closer by the waist. "Look what you started, Gojo-kun."
"N-no! It's not like that!" he stammered, trying to cover himself—and failing miserably as Hiyori pressed her body to his other side, her breasts squishing against his arm.
"Sensei, get off him!" Hiyori growled, wrapping her arms around Gojo's waist possessively, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders.
"M-me too!" Suma cried, clinging to Gojo's leg, her soft, warm body sliding against his calf as she nuzzled him like a kitten.
Gojo was drowning in a sea of wet skin, soft curves, and slippery touches.
Hands grazed over his chest, thighs rubbed against him accidentally—or maybe not so accidentally—and his mind screamed abort, abort, abort!
"I can't handle this...!" he groaned, a spasm of pleasure shooting through him as Hikami casually licked a bead of water from his shoulder.
The bathroom became a battlefield of pervy chaos—accidental slips led to Hiyori falling face-first into his chest, her breasts smooshing against him; Suma accidentally straddled his leg, gasping in embarrassment; Hikami, ever the temptress, "accidentally" pressed her bare crotch against his thigh with a wicked grin.
He couldn't take it anymore.
With a primal yell, Gojo grabbed a towel, wrapped it around himself (barely), and fled the scene, leaving three naked, pouting girls behind in the steamy wreckage of the bathroom.
Later that afternoon, desperate for air—and sanity—Gojo agreed to walk into town with Hikami.
She wore a scandalously short summer dress, her massive cleavage barely contained, her golden eyes dancing with mischief. Gojo tried not to look, but every bounce of her breasts made his mouth dry and his pants tight.
They walked down the busy road, the sun beaming overhead.
"So, Gojo-kun," Hikami purred, twirling a lock of her fiery hair around her finger, "what should we have for dinner tonight? Something... hot and spicy?" Her voice dripped with double meaning.
Gojo coughed awkwardly, adjusting his collar. "Anything's fine. Just... wear something normal next time, will you?!"
She laughed, and that sound—pure sin wrapped in velvet—made his heart hammer.
Suddenly, tires screeched.
A black car came barreling down the street, out of control, heading straight for them!
Gojo instinctively pushed Hikami out of the way—but she grabbed his wrist, her grip shockingly strong.
"Stay still," she whispered.
For a moment, time froze.
Then, with a flash of heat, Hikami's body erupted into flames—not burning, but dancing, living fire that curled around her like a protective cloak. Her eyes glowed a fierce gold, her hair whipping around her face like a wildfire goddess.
She raised her hand, and a wall of roaring fire exploded between them and the incoming car.
The vehicle slammed into the flames—and stopped dead, as if hitting a wall of solid steel.
The heat was intense but strangely non-lethal; Gojo could feel it tickling his skin without burning him. Hikami stood there, radiant and terrible, her dress burned away by the flames, leaving her completely, gloriously naked once again—this time, her skin shimmering like molten gold.
Pedestrians screamed and scattered, but Gojo could only stare.
"H-Hikami... what... what are you?!" he gasped.
She turned to him, smiling serenely, her curves bathed in the light of her own flames.
"I'm a Fire Fairy, Gojo-kun," she said softly. "Bound to protect those I love... and those I desire."
With a wave of her hand, the flames extinguished, leaving no trace except the scorch marks on the asphalt—and her naked, flawless body standing in the open street.
She didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed. Instead, she sauntered over to Gojo, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her hot, naked body against him.
"You're mine now," she whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Body, heart, and soul."
The crowd gawked. Phones clicked, recording the scene. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed.
But Gojo couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. He could only feel her—her warmth, her hunger, her power.
And deep inside, something primal stirred.
Maybe... maybe he didn't mind being hers after all.
[To be continued…]