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EXTRA

EXTRA 1: busted

Gojo Satoru hummed as he skipped towards his little Shushu's bedroom. Surprisingly, he was sent home early today — well, only because he exorcised the curses in his list the fastest he could.

He wanted to surprise Shushu today!

"Shushu~ aniue is here to take you away~"

Satoru, without pausing, slammed the shoji door open.

But what greeted Satoru sent his soul almost flying away in horror.

Can someone tell him why his Shushu, the little clan head, was straddling Zenin Naoya's waist on the bed?!

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EXTRA 2: shushu is an obedient little brother—

Gojo Shusei sat on his legs across his aniue, displaying an image of a picture-perfect little brother who would never do anything bad in his entire life. But sitting beside him was Zenin Naoya whose expression screamed obvious hatred for one Gojo Satoru.

Satoru was not amused.

Not at all.

This was his little brother who he held at the palm of his hands! Although he would never interfere with Shusei's love life, the least his Shushu could do was tell him about it. The sight of this little clan head straddling Zenin Naoya on a bed would forever haunt him in his nightmares.

What the fuck did he just witness?

On top of his Shushu straddling Naoya, he even saw a glimpse of a collar wrapped around the Zenin's neck.

Shit, why would my little brother have that kind of kink? It must be that good-for-nothing's fault! And by good-for-nothing, Satoru meant Naoya who mirrored his look of hatred.

Lightning crackled between them while Shusei took a sip of tea, unbothered by the tense atmosphere.

"Shushu, you have to lock your room from now on."

"Yes, aniue."

"You must remember not to make too much noise."

"Yes, aniue."

"Use condoms!"

"Yes, aniue."

Later, Shusei broke his words, used his technique to isolate his bedroom from the outside world, and made Naoya cry for mercy on the bed.

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EXTRA 3: shushu is a twisted little clan head

"Don't be shy," Shusei spoke in the softest manner possible, his warm breath ghosting over Naoya's earlobe. "You can moan as loud as you want. No one will be able to hear you nor see you in this pitiful state, Naoya."

The more he spoke, the more Zenin Naoya could hear how fast and loud his heart beat. The sorcerer sat on Shusei's laps, his legs spread wide open. A cock with a urethral plug was on display on broad daylight. It twitched and leaked clear precum, dripping down its length and down on the grass.

They were currently at a park on a weekend evening.

Shusei isolated a five-meter space around them by conjuring an illusion that they were not there. So, even if his little fool was on full display, even if a dozen people had already passed by; no one discovered these two sick in the head people doing sexual acts in public.

In fact, this public place was enough to fuel Naoya's twisted desires as he enjoyed the evening breeze caressing his sensitive cock. Shusei's hands rested upon Naoya's waist, occasionally caressing it with his thumbs, as he whispered words into Naoya's ears.