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New fanart of this pretty boy (Always pretty, ALWAYS).

Suguru shortly after visits that village(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(I never wanted to be a mirror so much)

Gojo/Geto x reader

Chapter 2

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Gojo|Geto x reader ⚠️This story Is translated from Italian! I apologize if there will be errors, but English is not my language! If you fin

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BETWEEN TWO FIRES

Chapter 2

Suguru wasn’t just annoyed, he was immensely pissed.

That night, he found your phone number almost by accident.

He had been looking at your profile picture for a while, enjoying your wonderful features, disfigured by the scar he had inflicted on you.

It had been tremendously sad to leave Jujutsu Tech, but he had done it with the knowledge of how rotten that system was.

Of all his fellow warlocks, you and Satoru were the ones he most regretted.

It was something he would never admit, he had to be strong, and not just for himself, but for you.

On the other hand, he knew it, you were such a beautiful and pretty thing, and in the midst of a world of sorcerers and cursed spirits you were like a flower in the winter snow.

Your sweet face spoke for itself, completely in conflict with the shriveled scar. It still looked like a charm.

Was he obsessed with you? Maybe.

He had a feeling that being by your side could hurt you, impregnated you with his disgusting curses.

If he tried to touch you, he was sure he would get you dirty.

Yet the feeling of power that left him this awareness was not unpleasant.

The idea of making you completely his, of ruining you, was one of his greatest perversions.

So, when he wrote to you, and he didn’t get an immediate response, he started getting agitated.

Who were you with?

What were you doing?

Why didn’t you answer him?

What if you changed your number?

As he realized that reacting in such an exaggerated manner made no sense, he heard his room door open.

« Geto-sama...», Nanako had entered weeping, «I had a bad dream».

The blinking lights of the four arrows of a taxi stunned your eyes.

You hated the city, and all the hustle and bustle that followed. Even though you’ve been living in Tokyo for years, you’d never get used to its routine.

You had always lived in a small village adjacent to the sea.

The coast was your home, as was the foamy sea and the sand you loved to tread on barefoot.

Here instead the only thing you could see were the large skyscrapers that were lost in the sky, the noisy cars and the swarming masses of people.

As if it had been a great anthill, Tokyo used to run you over with its worker ants, who, even though it was late, were still around with the briefcase in hand.

It was barely 22:00, the nightclubs were crowded already from nine, and you were still, glued to the screen of your phone, while you carried a smoking cigarette to your lips.

Golden Gai had been a post-war black market and then a brothel, turned into a pub village. It was a great place for young people and for those looking for adventure and some drinking. This traditional "drinking district", consisting of narrow streets filled with dozens of tiny bars, was a tangle of endless signs and lights.

Your decision to show up for the appointment was made after several mental collapses.

You cried an hour in Gojo’s fancy bathtub, and you didn’t stop.

You continued your nervous outburst on your way home, in the kitchen table while you tried to eat a bite of sautéed salmon rice, and on the way to Suguru’s designated location in the message.

You felt so stupid, so emotionally down and pathetic.

You did what you could while trying to cover your red eyes and red nose.

When you cried, your face turned red, lately it was something you couldn’t stand.

You hated seeing the redness peeping out more and more at every tear, not to mention how the corners around your eyes burned.

Your sensitive skin after several hours, could no longer stand the salty and wet liquid of your tears.

What about that scar? You found it disgusting.

A car horn shook you from your thoughts.

You sucked nicotine into one last, needy shot. As you noticed the combustion getting more insistent, you noticed a hand approaching the cigarette butt.

Long, tapered fingers took the cigarette from your lips, leading your eyes to follow it.

«This is one of Shoko’s bad habits».

Your lips tightened, your blood bubbled as your cheeks turned red.

Two obsidian beads peered down at you, not letting you escape.

If only your legs had allowed you to escape from that situation, you would have done it immediately, but the surprise effect had glued you to the pavement.

«Hello», he said it so casually, that for a moment you wondered if he was actually the exact same guy you’d met in school.

Standing straight, you frowned as you watched your last shot fall, and then vanish, crushed under Suguru’s shoe.

«At the end you came, I’m happy», he continued with a smile, carrying his hands in his pockets.

Your feelings were mixed. If in one hand you wanted to throw your arms around his neck, on the other you still felt the weight of the unpleasant events, those that had affected your face smeared with blood.

You hoped he would look at your scar and feel bad. You hoped he would feel guilty, you prayed he wouldn’t sleep at night.

«I am not, I am not happy», you had hissed imitating him, carrying your hands in the pockets of the jacket.

«Oh», he had looked at you more intensely, «I don’t feel like I forced you».

Suguru was not a simple soul to talk to. He was smart, always ready to trick you, and since you weren’t stupid, you avoided responding to his provocations.

«If you have to speak, do it now», your look was intensified.

You assumed from the texts he sent you, he had some issues to sort out.

«Oh, I meant to do it while we were sitting, maybe while having a drink», he kept that mysterious veil on himself, as he always tried to have a monopoly on you and your decisions.

He was manipulative, what did you expect?

«Your fingertips are frozen and your nose is red. You are trembling like a leaf, let's go inside», he had offered you his hand, but you had hit it with an elbow, walking beyond, refusing his kindness and ignoring his care for you.

You know, it was just a trick.

«Ok...», you said frosty.

The place he chose was one of those pubs where music broke your eardrums.

The eavy metal band that sounded, seemed quite influential, you had noticed it by the number of people under the small stage.

The cramped place, too small to hold all those people, made you slightly agitated.

To make matters worse, it was Suguru’s chest colliding with your back.

«Sorry», he had told you leaning his hands along your arms, «they pushed me».

You sighed as your heart was about to explode.

His perfume had not changed over the years, perhaps in addition you only noticed a slight hint of bergamot, lightened by what could be the scent of his shampoo and body wash.

You had swallowed, fortunately the pounding music had the power to cover the sound of your heart.

«Come, I booked a more secluded table», he had whispered in your ear.

You now understood why he chose Shinjuku as a meeting place.

It was known that the neighborhood was the busiest in Tokyo, but at the same time it was known as a red light district.

If you had to mix easily in the crowd, that’s where you had to take refuge in Shinjuku.

And since Suguru was a wanted criminal, it didn’t seem strange.

The pub was poorly lit, with secluded rooms, and it didn’t take much to understand why.

Not when you saw a rundown woman being dragged into one of the private cabins between disgusting kisses.

You followed Suguru’s broad shoulders through the hallway full of rooms, trying to avoid the thirsty looks of men and women now more than shine.

If there was one thing that you could not stand, it was these uncomfortable situations, in fact, when you had preceded Suguru, entering the room, you had taken a breath of relief.

As the sorcerer closed the door, you began to relax your ears, sitting at the foot of a solid wood kotatsu.

Same thing Suguru did, standing right in front of you.

«Are you ok?» while you were taking off your jacket, you had skipped to answer his question.

«What do you want Suguru? After all this time, not even a stupid message, an insignificant call, and now? What happened?» You didn’t want to go around the obvious.

Suguru looked at you, leaning an elbow in the coffee table, and holding his chin on the palm of his hand, he smiled at you.

«I have already told you, things are not left half-»

«I don’t know what you are talking about, Suguru. The more I look at you, the more I get angry».

Geto's hand had approached yours, he had clutched it, bringing you near him.

«I just wanted to see you, Izumi».

«I don’t believe you», you sayed, escaping from its clutches.

«Do you really believe that, after all that you have done, I will be condescending?».

«No, but you could at least let me speak».

His eyes had become darker, a shadow had crept into his features, and for a moment you had a slight fear.

You knew how much Suguru had above your abilities, not for nothing he was a special level, while you had stopped at the first level.

Feeling his aura change, your shadow began to stretch.

«Hold it at bay, I’m not going to hurt you».

«Then change that fucking attitude!» You said, as you tried to calm your dark shadow that was slowly growing on the wall behind you.

«Are you still struggling to contain emotions? Are you afraid? Is that why that thing is so agitated?».

With a fit of rage, caught in the act, you had a hand to the collar of his sweatshirt.

«You are wrong».

«All right», he said, raising his hands as a sign of surrender, «then let’s talk civilly, will you?».

Geto’s eyes were studying you, he was probably the only person in the world to understand your emotions completely.

So when you denied your fear and he went along with it, you knew he did it just to please your pride.

You were afraid of him, yes.

That was the truth, but could he blame you?

He killed an entire village, his parents, and then he was gone.

He was a mass murderer, he had completely lost his mind, and while you had been wondering for years why such an extreme gesture, you had come to the conclusion that you didn’t want to know.

The only ones who saw him last were Shoko and Satoru, but you stayed at Jujutsu Tech, thinking about your sins alone, without anyone knowing.

On that fateful day in fact, Suguru was not alone.

You had joined his mission, lately you saw him always gloomy and sad: maybe he would have liked a little company.

That day where everything changed, in that small and narrow village you were there too, and what did you do to stop him? The only thing you tried to do was to throw yourself on a child’s body to save him, and now, a terrible scar shriveled in your face.

Your greatest guilt, which you still kept secret, was that you couldn’t stop him.

And while he was killing and dismembering, you stood by, covered in blood and fear.

The child looked at you with desperate eyes before dying in your arms, and it was your fault.

Suguru was only seventeen years old, he was gentle, calm, always protecting the weak and always respectful of others.

You never expected to see his degenerate look as he killed and beheaded in cold blood.

The realisation was like a lightning in the clear sky, and even today, in your nightmares you dreamed of his impervious face full of drops of blood returning to your kneeling figure.

«It doesn't matter if you didn't react, Izumi», those words roused you from your intrusive thoughts, taking you back to the walls of the room.

You looked at him, setting your eyes in his.

«It doesn’t matter», he continued, «you couldn’t have done anything».

Suguru had watched your scar break down as your eyes filled with tears.

Those comforting words, though they came from him, were so surreal to you; you had endured your pain alone for five long years, and now hearing the words you always wanted to hear made you feel less guilty.

«Do they know?» he asked you, tilting his head to the side.

You shook your head, wiping your tears with your sweater sleeve.

If they didn’t know you were with Suguru, they didn’t even know that the ugly scar that disfigured your face was his fault.

The makeup you wore melted, leaving you exposed.

You were wondering if he was able to see your imperfections now, as well as the scar.

The small illuminated room didn’t let Suguru miss any of your expressions.

Tears were still burning in the corner of your eyes, and your nose had definitely turned red. You hated that feeling.

The more you thought about what happened, the tighter your stomach became.

«You could have come with me», the statement had left you stunned.

The violet light of the room now gave way to a bright red light, following the RGB change of the lamp.

«Sure, and be labeled as a murderer? Don’t make me laugh Suguru», your sharp words made the deep sea more and more unlivable.

«Yes, but you wouldn’t have kept living like that, would you?» your eyes lowered.

You looked at your hands while you tortured your cuticles. What you had to endure over the years was something you would not wish for anyone.

Even Satoru didn’t know; you hid your bad mood under your mother’s untimely death. This led him to think that the main problem was the disease that took her away from you as well as an oppressive and patriarchal father.

«The offer is still valid», he said, observing you.

«Don’t say shit», you complained, «I have my life to live».

His eyes chained you, they were different from Satoru’s, they put you in terrible awe.

As usual he was unpredictable and you didn’t know what to expect from him.

«Yes? I thought you had devoted yourself more to surviving», his words were sharp as your pride struck you.

«It is more honorable to live this way, than to do it as you are doing it», you had not managed to contain yourself.

«And Satoru needs me».

Geto bent his lips upwards, his hair falling down his shoulders as he moved, «Remember this, Izumi: Satoru doesn’t need anyone, isn’t he the strongest? Unless you mean otherwise».

You stiffened to the allusion, «this Is not your business».

Suguru wrinkled his lips, «Oh~, you opened your legs to him?».

You got up suddenly, slamming your hands in the coffee table, You know what? If you have nothing better to tell me I think that I will go, I do not want to be jerked off by you!».

You took the vest behind you and started getting dressed.

«Sit down», the tone he used did not allow for discussion.

Out of the corner of your eye, you looked at him.

«Why should I?» you challenged him.

«I said, sit down», he didn’t need to raise his voice, he was already intimidating enough while his face was pounding.

When the maid entered the cabin, she had brought two straps, two glasses and a small transparent ampoule. You thought it would contain Saké.

«Are you guys okay?»

«Yes, thank you», the change in Suguru’s face left you stunned.

His eyes closed gently and his lips bent upwards in a sweet smile that reminded you of who he once were.

«Perfect! Make yourself comfortable while choosing what to order-»

«I’ll take a Craft Gin Smash», you had interrupted her, resembling yourself in the soft pillow.

«The same», Suguru said, relaxing his nerves when he saw you sitting.

«Sure, two Gin Smash then», taking in her hands the price lists, the maid vanished behind the sliding door, while the light, passed again to purple.

The silence was interrupted only by the muffled music of the club, you were not going to say anything... what would you say?

«Satoru has been busy», he had provoked you, pouring the contents of the ampoule on the two shot glasses, «beyond this how is he?».

You would have liked to answer badly for the umpteenth time, but taking in your hands the small glass container you had opted for a more mature approach.

You had therefore avoided the arrow, swallowing the first sip of that transparent drink.

« None of us are okay. Since Riko and Haibara’s death, it’s been like an endless dark tunnel. Not to mention the crap you did», your throat burned while you had sent down the second sip.

«Nanami has retired from Jujutsu, Shoko does not speak to me or to Satoru, and then he...», you had restrained your mouth, thinking about the sessions of brutal sex to which he subjected you.

It was handsome, sure, but it was obvious he was using you to ease his upset.

As you thought about the nights you spent being brutally hammered, you wondered if he really wanted your well-being or maybe he just didn’t want his.

You were best friends, your relationship stopped being that, he didn't love you, you were aware of it, and yet day after day, you thought that this relationship was slowly emptying you out.

His pent-up anger was all over you, and when Suguru noticed the small hematoma peeping out of your high-neck sweater, he brought a hand towards your face, raising it towards his own.

Two fingers were running down your neck, stopping over the bluish skin.

«You can say "no", you know this? Satoru does not know his limits, not even those of others».

His voice, sweet as honey, caressed the strings of the soul in pain that you were.

«Why do you worry?» you asked, moving his hand apart, «I must remind you how I got this scar? What Satoru does to me is nothing in comparison».

The sense of emptiness was becoming more and more overwhelming in your chest.

Suguru remained silent, moving his hand back to your injured cheek.

«It suits you», he said, leaving you speechless.

You didn’t believe your ears when he told you something so vile.

«I am convinced it keeps you tied to me, more than you would like».

Saying "I’m sorry," it didn’t seem like it was the sorcerer’s will.

Red with rage, you had tried to respond without succeeding.

While Suguru was showing discomfort, seeing the hematoma in your tender neck, you were reeling at his provocation.

«I have often thought of you in these years».

«That sucks», you said thinking about what he had just said.

«Disgusting?» he repeated, stroking your cheek, hooking his thumb on your rosy lips.

He stroked them, opening them slightly.

«I have not forgotten, and you?».

Your heart had taken a few extra leaps as his thumb worked its way inside your mouth.

His slightly rough finger had come into contact with your tongue.

Looking for it, he began to caress it, giving you several chills.

«Allow me to be beside you», he said, leaning with his other hand over your shoulder.

«Allow me to protect you».

His thumb had wet your soft lips with your own saliva.

«I heard that your mother passed away. Your father is pressuring you, isn’t it? And your work as a sorcerer? I knew that you were going to die a few months ago. Without me you are nothing, you can’t anything, Izumi».

Waking up from the trance, you shook your head, slapping his hand away.

«I know to look after myself!».

You didn’t even wait for your cocktail to arrive, that you took your jacket in your hands, ready to leave.

«You need me».

His eyes were so sharp, you swore he could get past you.

«I’ll be fine this time too, if I get killed, make sure to bring me at least one stupid flower».

Angry, you just opened your mouth without thinking.

It was too much.

You wanted to disappear, you wanted to stop your intrusive thoughts, you hated the way Suguru’s touch and voice made you feel.

It was like a sweet addiction, and yet you knew that if you gave in it would completely wipe you out.

He made you feel pampered and safe, perhaps because no one else knew the truth that tormented you.

But you knew he was a spider ready to lure you into his web.

«I shouldn’t have come», you said, and then snuck through the door.

You thought it was over while you were retracing the corridor.

The music was deafening, the people so many to make you vulnerable and when a hand clinged to your wrist, you almost didn’t release your shadow to slay the victim.

Without realizing what was going on, you found yourself with your back against the wall and a large body blocking you.

Meanwhile, your shadow danced eerily, manifesting the tension you felt. The situation seemed suspended between the impending chaos and the search for a way out that would not endanger the lives of others.

«Come on Izumi, hurt me if you want it».

Suguru's voice.

His perfume entered your brain, giving you an adrenaline rush.

The blood had gone to your head, and you felt your temples beating frantically to the beat of your heart.

«I tried to go easy on you, but you just don’t want to understand, did you?» his nose approached your neck.

«Now stay still, okay?» your body was motionless, your eyes wide, while his mouth was resting in your jaw.

He gave you a wet kiss before he started talking.

«I’m not going to repeat it twice, so listen carefully», your body was stiff under his touch, so much that he began to hurt your spine.

«What-»

«Shut up», he grabbed your side, making you collided with him.

As much as you wanted to answer, you were silent, too agitated to say a word.

«In these days I will write you, answer, I don’t care what you are doing, you will answer».

The threat made you frown, «I won’t do anything you want-»

«Oh, you will», it vigorously pinched you a side, provoking you a long shake of pain.

«You don’t want certain things to be known, do you?» your eyes widened, not believing in the blackmail he had put you in front of.

Was it really the Suguru you always knew? Something told you no, as you listened to his words.

«You will do what I will ask to you, no matter what, you will do it».

You wanted to be stronger to kick his ass right now, but you knew that wasn’t one of the most reasonable options.

The harshness of his words was like a slap in the face.

He broke away from you, allowing you to breathe, while with an indecipherable look he abandoned you along the pub corridor.

You were in so much trouble.

Happy Birthday Suguru~ ♡

𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑉𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟!

𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ-𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚?

18+/Virgin Reader/half-rape?/submissive reader/Geto Is an asshole/ Geto doesn't give a fuck about your virginity

Sorry for any errors! This story is translated from italian!

|𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍|

The feeling of being trapped was an experience you regularly confronted.

It was as if the walls were closing around you, depriving you of the vital air. Each breath became an act of resistance, and a tangle of emotions lurked in your chest. It was like swallowing a scrawl, unbearable and oppressive nestled between your lungs and your throat, not allowing you to live peacefully, continually crushed by a silent oppression.

After years of imprisonment in your prison, your old master had "bought" you through unclear methods.

You imagined that your savior would show compassion, wrapping you in a warm embrace and giving you reassuring caresses.

However, reality turned out to be a stark disappointment.

The hoped-for warmth turned into betrayal.

Liberation, awaited with hope, manifested itself as a "change of chains", an invisible but inexorable bond that still bound you.

The promises of affection, so sweetly coveted by your love-hungry soul, were dissolved in the glacial revelation of the true intentions of that calculating man. Instead of regaining your freedom, you found yourself anchored to a jailer again.

The binding pact became more and more oppressive, an invisible but powerful net that tightened your being to that horrolible man. The power you possessed, though extraordinary, turned out to be a double blade, a gift that had condemned you to a life of dependence and submission.

You were neither completely human nor completely cursed, a mixture of essences that defied conventional categories. Your identity was lost in a maze of uncertainties, and the label of "bastard blood", thrown by your master, sounded like a bitter echo on your head.

Ten years of this covenant turned into an eternity.

You didn't get old, while your master, the architect of your destiny, gave in to human frailty. Her wheelchair was an eloquent symbol of time passing, but to you, trapped in an endless stasis, it represented an eternal prison with no way out.

Ironically, you would have preferred to face the danger of battle, with its thrill and its uncertainty, rather than live this life without prospects, linked to a master who considered you a mere instrument, a "bastard blood" with no name or purpose.

One night, your awakening was abruptly interrupted by a sense of unease.

As you put your feet down from bed, the stifled screams of several people rang out in the air, making you shudder.

The opening of the sliding door of your room revealed a disturbing panorama: dancing flames devoured the wood of the beams, the crackle of the fire resounded in the corridors of the estate.

Your heart was beating fast as you rushed to the exit of the mansion, looking for a way out.

In the midst of the general chaos, the opportunity to escape like a little mouse between the cracks of the walls was inviting. Your beloved freedom materialized around the corner, and the decision to abandon your master to his fate, indifferent to his possible death, began to make you tremble with happiness.

The call of freedom was an irresistible song, an opportunity for redemption from the chains that had held you captive for so long.

As the flames devoured the past, you advanced into an uncertain future, aware that that moment would mark the beginning of a new, and perhaps more authentic, phase of your existence.

Your feet were tingling, your head was light, you didn’t believe it either, just one more little step and...

«Is this how you respect your master’s binding pact?» a voice had called your attention, making you turn in fear.

Among the flames you couldn’t tell where he came from, maybe he was one of the servants? Or one of his henchmen?

You put yourself in an attack position while the thick smoke came through your nostrils, burning your lungs.

«What a naughty girl, waiting for the right moment to unload her master, are you one of those opportunists? Who comes and goes like a cat?».

Your eyes had become darker, you had no intention of talking, you were focused in the tall figure that was making room among the burning rubble.

Her hair was long, and pitch-black. They were very thin threads, which in the night breeze and the mist created by the smoke, had you distracted for a moment.

Was he a... priest?

«Do not be fooled by these robes», his voice was calm, a smile cut his face, in contrast to the pupils without light.

«I warn you...», you had said trembling, maintaining the position of attack.

«oh~», he smiled, «you are free to face me, but I have the feeling that you will lose».

You took a deep breath.

«Don’t worry, I’m on your side», why didn’t you believe it?

«Aren’t you the Jolly of that stupid vile cheap sorcerer? You’re not a very offensive weapon, are you? Indeed, I would say that you are like... Mh... A kind of booster for us sorcerers, an extremely powerful booster».

You had backed up.

«Who are you?»

«Do you want to be free?» your eyes had collided with his, a light had formed in your pupils.

«Did I strike the point?» oh, he did.

«Allow me to assimilate you», he said as he reached out an hand towards you, «and I promise you that I will give to you a worthy life».

Your face had contracted, «Don't you dare! You speak of freedom? This is not freedom!».

The priest’s eyes had become so intense that you swore you could feel his gaze on your skin.

«I am not giving you a real choice. Do you know what will happen to your soul if you don't continue to draw from a cursed fulcrum?» Your heart had lost a few beats.

«Your master is dead, how long will it take before you fall down exhausted? Trudging to death?».

Your breath was fast, he was the one who killed him? Why?

«You are wrong, this is not true».

He had snapped his tongue, his eyebrows raised, «Does the truth hurt, babe?».

«B-babe? , h-how you dare? I have been in this world for much longer than you and anyone miserable human being», you had stammered indignantly.

The man had laughed, a laugh that had almost sweet, but with a bitter aftertaste.

«Mh~, I’m interested», his voice had been low in your ears, causing you a myriad of chills.

You didn’t answer, you were silent, too worried about what came out of his mouth, a statement that scared you.

«Go ahead, look for your freedom out there», his face had bent in a clever smile, he had then made a small note fly at your feet.

«you are free to come and visit me, when you will feel ready, or when you will not be able to resist anymore».

With a snap of his fingers he had vanished into a black and suffocating miasma.

Why weren’t you happy?

You could have been free after all this time, and yet there you were, stunned, standing at the entrance to the temple.

As the building collapsed on itself, the sound of the crackling fire was the only thing you could hear, as well as an unprecedented discomfort.

Your eyes rested on the little card. You had taken it between your fingers, turning it around and studying it.

Geto Suguru.

Was that the name of that strange priest?

Next to his name there was a phone number, the writing was in black and quite small.

Why would he have a business card?

Perplexed, yet emotionally challenged, you had walked the time steps backwards.

Why were you already tired? Why was your vision foggy?

You grinded your teeth, clenched your jaw.

He couldn’t really be right.

The days passed slowly.

You managed to get a hot meal that night, one after a long time. Your coveted freedom had become a nightmare.

You found out, at your expense, that living free in the real world was harder than you thought, and then, we wanted to talk about your mental and physical health?

There were times that you were burning from the inside, attracted by the cursed energy as if you were a moth attracted to the light.

At night you wriggled in pain, clutching that strange guy’s business card.

So, he was a sorcerer? Why did you start caring about it?

Why did you want to see him again? Why did you run desperately to the first pay phone when you found a coin on the ground?

«Temple of the Star Union, how can I help you?»

«Good evening, I umh...», your heart hurt, «Suguru Geto? Umh, he told me to call this number in case I... Emh..»

«Wait in line, we will redirect the call immediately».

You waited for a few seconds while you squeezed the phone until your knuckles turned white.

«Yes?» his voice, modified by the phone, had destabilized you for a moment.

«I am not here to waste time, explain your request quickly», he seemed bored, while he treated you with a tone of sufficence.

«Umh, you told me to call you, then I-».

«Babe! Is it you?!» his tone of voice had changed, he suddenly seemed so interested.

Leaving aside the nickname he gived you, you said a dry and insecure «Yes».

«Oh~, I’m glad to hear you. Have you changed your mind?» His voice made a strange effect on you, something you’d never felt before, was it... desire?

«Are you sick? Poor baby»

Your salivation was decreasing, your mouth was kneaded, and all you did was swallow.

Of course you were sick, and you would have done anything to stop that pain.

«I beg you, make it stop», you had prayed him weeping, «it hurts so much».

Your eyes were filled with tears, you were so ashamed: you had denied his help and now you crawled from him like a worm.

In the end, Suguru predicted what would be inevitable, and now here you are begging for help.

Pathetic, that’s how you feel about yourself in front of Geto’s mocking voice.

You reported your location, shortly after, a fancy car showed up to pick you up.

When you saw the sorcerer, waiting for you to open the door of the car, you wanted to rush in the wake of his cursed energy.

While the driver’s scent was nonexistent, the sorcerers' was so intense that you completely lost your mind.

You approached cautiously, but when you were only a few inches away, the game was over.

Suddenly you had laid your head on his chest, eagerly inhaling his aura and energy. Oh, what a wonderful feeling, how well you feel, with his body close.

Your soul was regenerating, but it seemed like it wasn’t enough.

You clung to him, almost wishing you could get under his skin.

«It seems that you are exhausted, poor thing».

Your eyes were humidified, «for your luck I have a lot of more cursed energy than that old man».

Your chest tightened, you felt defeated and emotionally down, and yet, in those strong arms, you felt better.

He was right, he was always right, and you, stupid, were just too proud to admit it.

He had you sitting next to him in the back.

«Rest, recover», your cheek kept resting on his shoulder, you liked it, you had never felt such strength.

As you looked at an indefinite point, you were absorbed in your thoughts, at the mercy of your emotions.

Oh, if only you’d discovered that feeling before...

While Geto was giving you his energy, you, as if you were a leech, were clinging to his essence, like the pathetic and shameless little girl you were.

Exhausted, your vision quickly darkened.

You’ve been standing in front of Geto’s quarters for over five minutes.

You put your fingers on the Washi paper door, wondering if this burden would ever end.

Within a week you had been able to understand that you could not stay away from Suguru for more than two hours.

In the absence of a binding covenant to join you to the beating heart of a master’s energy, you were unable to process that force properly.

Result? You found yourself dangling in pain along the corridors of the temple, searching for some object that the master of the temple touched.

You had sensed his pillows in the lobby where he received the "patients", but each time you were so greedy that you quickly consumed every bit of the essence that made them so unbearable.

You had touched the handles that he had touched with his palm, you had walked the way he had done during the day. You were intoxicated with his essence in his office, going so far as to "taste" the pen he held most of the time.

Oh, you felt so needy.

You licked the tip of the pen with your tongue, and you felt relief.

When you completely immersed it in your mouth, you were quick to drain every drop of what Suguru was releasing into the environment.

You tilted your head back, thinking about how satisfying it would be to have his fingers in your mouth, while you licked them sourly.

What you developed was a real obsession, and the longer this story went on, the more frightened you were about tour feelings.

That evening his essence scattered throughout the temple was no longer enough for you.

You’d been standing there for ten minutes, hoping Suguru would notice you, praying he’d let you in.

«What are you waiting for? You are stopped in front of my door for more than ten minutes now», and with calibrated and indecisive step you had crossed the line that marked a point of no return.

His room was bigger than the one he gave you, definitely full of everything about him.

Your head was dizzy, could you be that desperate?

He sat in his desk, dressed only in a wide shirt and sweatpants, you’d never seen him like this. For a moment, he had completely taken you by surprise.

He was dragging the same pen you desecrated a few days ago into various documents.

He signed something, maybe they were important documents.

You didn’t care what they were, you were more attracted to his elegant movements.

When his gaze turned towards you, you almost jumped on the spot.

«I imagine there is something you have to ask me», his voice cooed between the walls of the room.

You looked down, your eyes on your socks.

Carrying your arms behind your back, you started hanging around like a guilty child.

«Not really», you answered, avoiding eye contact.

You heard the chair crawling on tatami mats, and a few steps closer.

Hid intoxicating scent collided with your nostrils.

God, suddenly you’d rather run to your room.

When Suguru’s pen had leaned under your chin, forcing you to lift your face up, you almost didn’t lose your balance.

His eyes studied you, as he thoughtfully began to drum the pen right under your chin.

«I assume that you are addicted...the small gifts that I have left you around the temple do not have any more effect?».

It was like someone just shot you in the head.

Your eyes were enlarged as you digested what he had told you.

Silent, you watched in disbelief his sharp face from below.

«Oh~ you really are naive», he lowered himself onto you, scrutinizing you from closer while a smile ran through his lips.

«Do not tell me that you did not notice it», his sharp eyes peered inside you.

«Did you sleep well among the pillows of the ceremonial hall? Did you adore...», he slipped the pen in your neck, «... take it in your mouth?».

Your cheeks were warm.

Realization had led you to take a few steps away.

Suguru crossed his arms across his chest, enclosing the object in his palm.

«I like playing with you, it’s wonderful to tease you».

Your eyes got a little shinier.

«You... You are-»

«What? What am I?» he had taken a few steps towards you, until, backing away, you had not found yourself colliding with the doors of the closet.

«petty...», you had whispered intimidated.

He smiled, holding the pen to your face, again.

He had dragged it into your cheek, and then into your lips, clenched them tightly.

«Don’t be so childlish, it’s your only way to survive this, right?».

He was playing with you, you hated it.

The pen began to go up and down in your mouth, leaving you completely at the mercy of his gestures.

He took your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to keep sucking.

«Little bitch... Do you like it, do you like to suck what is mine?» Scornful, he had pulled out his pen as he insinuated two of his big fingers into your mouth.

You moaned in surprise.

«much better mh? Suck them, be a good girl for me and then you will have a reward». Red on your face, you had begun to desire more. Your body did not respond, and you reluctantly indulged in provocation.

Your tongue passed over his long, slightly rough fingers, making you forget what modesty could be.

Your hands were running down his wrist, you had clung to the needy, as you continued to lick and suck those fingers.

«What a good girl», he complimented looking at you in your liquid eyes «you are a good girl, yes... Just a good girl».

Suddenly you woke up from the trance.

You had pulled his hand away from your face, running from him passing under his arm, which held you between him and the closet.

«I umh...», the saliva still poured from your lips, «I must go».

Just as you were about to turn around, two mighty hands clutched your forearms and dragged you to the bed.

He made you dive into the soft blankets, and you couldn’t fight back.

«There is a way to make you feel better, you know?»

Your body was quivering.

«...»

«Did the cat eat your tongue?» he laughed, turning to him with an exorbitant speed.

«Why don’t you close your eyes? I promise you that you will feel good».

Should you have trusted him? You didn’t know what he was going to do, what if he hurt you?

Yet you closed your eyes in a submissive way.

Your body didn’t answer, he could have done anything to you.

You could feel his hands running down your hips, all the way to the rubber band on your shorts.

His thumbs had latched onto the fabric, and slowly, as if it were torture, he had taken what separated you from his ravenous gaze.

Your underwear had been taken off with your shorts, yet your body had not reacted to the threat, why?

Once again you had felt the tip of the pen running down your face, running down your neck and stopping in the middle of your collarbones.

She put a little pressure on you, starting to cause you a little discomfort.

You complained slightly, though, holding your position.

Before that, you’d never had a relationship. Your half-cursed nature didn’t allow you to have a normal life, so you missed out on everything a girl would have to experience sooner or later.

Intoxicated by his essence, the view was blurred. The pen ran along your breasts, and while the tip hit you in the turgid nipples, you gasped, under the smug gaze of Suguru.

All of a sudden, his fingers screwed on a nipple so hard, you were afraid he was gonna rip it off.

You squealed as you tried to fight back, but what you were able to emit was just a smothered squeak.

The pen went down and down, the chills became more and more intense, more and more unbearable.

When he had crawled it over your wet folds, focusing on your clitoris, your senses were completely subjugated to his cursed energy.

«yes... Do you feel it flowing? » he asked you, as he watched your convulsions becoming more and more frequent.

He had begun to make little imaginary circles on your clitoris, sometimes he would bang the back of your pen in your sweet feminine bud, and you would squeal needy, wetter and wetter.

When his fingers had reached your mouth, you had welcomed them without protesting, however, with such shame that you would have preferred to hide under the ground.

You complained, he tortured you, and as much as you hated admitting it, you liked it.

Oh if you liked it, you loved it.

You loved feeling his energy on you, on your skin, basking in his essence was so... So...

«Exciting mh? And we are not even at the beginning», he whispered, carrying his fingers up to the uvula. It was seeping down your throat, and you took it hard, like it was your duty, like you were feasting.

When the pen was positioned in your entrance, you had a slight gasp, when he had inserted it, you had arched your back, moaning.

It took less than a few inches for you to understand how you felt with his energy inside of you, and now, fuck, you always wanted more.

He was pumping his pen, not going too deep, like he felt it, like he knew you were a virgin.

Given the overwhelming sensations you had floundered weeping, when he tortured your clitoris with wet fingers of your saliva.

«Please, nngh... Please», you faded by moving your hips towards his hands.

When the pen was removed from your dripping entrance, all you did was protest, looking at him with an offended look.

Suguru smiled, his hand grabbed both of your wrists, pulling you straight to his pelvis.

Your naked pussy had collided with something hot and hard, and when you had seen that his big and venous cock was leaning over your folds, you almost hadn’t screamed at the surprise.

He rubbed it over you, dividing the folds and colliding the red tip with your clitoris. The precum mixed with your excitement, and the more he rubbed it, the tighter his grip was in your wrists.

To your surprise suguru had started to tease the entrance with the tip, inserting only the glans for a few seconds, then it had gone out, continuing to divide the pulsating and dripping pussy in half, and then coming back for a few more seconds with the tip inside you.

It’s the only way he stretched you out and stretched you out to hurt you. You screamed every time, when his dick penetrated you for a quarter, let alone how you would have been, when you would have taken it all.

«You’re a virgin, aren’t you?» his eyes settled in yours.

A sadistic look made you waver for a moment, you had a feeling he wouldn’t be kind to you.

Immobilized by fear, you didn’t have the courage to say anything.

When he opened the folds with two fingers, you almost died of shame.

He opened you up good, your clitoris was well exposed, red for being tortured, but what he was paying attention to was your entrance.

It was small, and when he had put his thumbs to the sides to widen it and examine your innocence, Suguru laughed slightly, noting your hymen intact.

«Wonderful, really wonderful, you are really still innocent... Can I taste it, babe?» While your head was in dissent, he had no problem locking you in the mattress, carrying his mouth over your naked pussy.

He stretched it out, kissed your clit and then passed his rigid tongue over your juicy opening. He had sunk his tongue in it, and when he had, God, the synapses had completely fried.

There was nothing but his tongue inside of you, his hands locking you in bed, his teeth, sometimes hitting your sensitive clitoris on purpose.

You were nothing but a fucking whore when it came to him, you were nothing but a needy little bitch, that’s all you were.

He didn’t waste time preparing you with his fingers, Suguru wanted to sink his dick in you, and now.

He didn’t want to spread you with anything but his dick.

«N-no, nngh, is too big, you will hurt me-», with a slowness that had bothered you, he had inserted it, while he held your legs with his arms.

Your calves were resting on his shoulders, while he, on his knees, had passed the glans beyond your entrance, until he reached the hymen, tearing it completely.

When it happened, all you did was screaming in pain, your eyes filled with tears, and like a child you couldn’t help yourself. You burst into a desperate cry, but he didn’t seem to think too much about it.

The only thing he’d done was signal you to be quiet.

As he struck you, he passed his thumb through your opened lips, observing how your desperate expression suited you.

It turned him on. Seeing you like that, it had made him crazy.

For Suguru it was a surprise to find you a virgin, and one thing he loved to the madness was fucking with a tight and innocent pussy like yours.

«You are taking it so well, good girl, yes, yes, yes...», his thrusts then became stronger and decided. Each lunge was as if you could die. If on the one hand you had pain, on the other you began to feel the benefits. Your insatiable craving for cursed energy was stabilizing, which meant Suguru hadn’t told you a lie.

When he noticed that screwing you in missionary mode had become quite monotonous, he had raised you on his huge throbbing cock, picking you up and leaning sharply against the cold wall of the room. He held you in balance, his hands in your ass, and his ruthless excitement hitting you to the cervix. You were screaming in tears and pain, so much so that Suguru decided to cover your mouth with a kiss.

«Don't cry», he grunted excited, «you will be fine, sweety», his lips still sank into yours, and you, afraid of the painful sensations, had abandoned yourself on them and to their burning heat.

Tears were writhing around your eyelashes, sweat made you stick your hair and his to your face.

As you saw that you were ever closer to liberation, you understood that the same thing was true for the man in front of you.

When he bit your lips in a last desperate gesture, you felt suguru's hips stuttering and his cock convulsing, this was the moment you exploded into an intense and overwhelming orgasm.

«God yes, here you are, let yourself be filled baby girl, take it all yes, yes, yes, everything everything all ...», one last push and had freed himself with a grunt, his lips had opened and his eyes were automatically closed.

Your body had abandoned itself completely, your face stood in its collarbone, and God, despite the consummate intercourse being half consenting, found you unexpectedly well in His arms.

His cock remained inside you a little longer, until it began to sag.

He still held you close to him, stuck between his body and the wall.

«I’m sure you and I would get along very well from now on, wouldn’t we?».

is this what it's like to grow up?