Gojo stretched lazily on the couch, his shirt half-unbuttoned, a smug grin glued to his face.
Life was good.
Especially after surviving a wedding battle, getting kissed by the girl of his dreams, and returning home to three dangerously attractive girls who couldn't stop arguing over him.
"I'm making chocolate cake," Hikami announced from the kitchen, tying her apron tightly—perhaps too tightly. Her tank top rose with every breath, and Gojo couldn't help but notice.
"You mean I'm making it," Suma said, poking her head in with a mixing bowl and her hair tied in twin buns.
"You mean we're making it," Hiyori muttered, already halfway done whisking something, her cheeks red just from standing near Gojo earlier.
Hikami leaned down beside Gojo, whispering, "It's for you. A thank-you cake. And maybe... dessert before dessert."
Gojo blinked. "Wait, what's that mean?"
She just smiled.
In the kitchen, Suma spotted a glittering bottle with a fancy label: Asphordsaic – Arousal Grade, Extremely Potent, Handle with Caution.
"Hmm… vanilla extract?" she muttered, pouring a lot into the batter.
Seconds later, the rich smell of chocolate and... something suspiciously spicy wafted through the apartment.
Thirty minutes later...
The four sat at the table, eating the warm, gooey cake. Rich chocolate, soft center, and a strangely... tingly aftertaste.
Gojo blinked.
"So... anyone else feel hot?"
Hiyori shifted in her seat. "Y-Yeah... like really hot...?"
Hikami fanned herself. "Is it just me, or is the air heavy?"
Suma stood up, face flushed, legs wobbling. "W-Wait... I might've used a weird bottle! It said Asphordsaic or something?!"
Everyone froze.
Then chaos.
Gojo gasped, slamming his hands on the table. "You fed us a high-grade aphrodisiac?!"
Suma screamed, "I thought it was vanilla!"
Suddenly, Hiyori leaned forward, cheeks blazing red. "Gojo... take responsibility...!"
Hikami tackled Gojo onto the couch. "You're mine first."
Suma dove in. "No way! I baked it too!"
"W-Wait—guys!!" Gojo yelped, completely pinned.
The room spun.
Sweat. Heat. Chocolate smears.
Hikami's lips brushed Gojo's cheek. "You taste like cocoa... and sin."
Suma's hand slipped—right into the chocolate frosting. "Oops..." she whispered, slowly licking it off her fingers, eyes locked on him.
Hiyori stumbled, falling onto his lap. "I-I can't think straight... I blame the cake..."
Gojo's brain short-circuited. "I'm in danger… but like... the good kind?"
The girls were glowing red, their breathing ragged.
"Group nap," Gojo declared.
No one moved.
"Group... cuddle?" he tried.
Still pinned.
Suma's leg brushed his.
Hikami's lips brushed his.
Hiyori's hair was all over his chest.
"Too late," Hikami purred.
They collapsed in a pile of limbs and frosting—not doing anything explicit, but definitely not not doing anything.
Next Morning:
Gojo awoke covered in chocolate smudges and tangled limbs.
"...That wasn't a dream?"
Suma, groaning, lifted her head. "Next time... label the bottle."
Hiyori whispered, "I can't look anyone in the eye…"
Hikami smirked. "I can. I have zero regrets."
She kissed Gojo's cheek.
Suma immediately tackled her with a pillow.
"You chocolate thief!"
Hiyori screamed into a blanket.
Gojo just grinned.
"Best. Cake. Ever."
[To be continued… with a field trip to the Hot Springs!]