Gojo Satoru X Geto Suguru Novels & Stories

Hiroshi can see the anger that is very visible in the face of his fiancée and he can't understand why does Melissa acts like that. "baby, what is taking you both so long? Eiji it's been a while, how have you been?" said Satoru who got tired of waiting inside the room and went out to see what is taking them so long. Eiji saw Satoru and greeted him back with a nod and hug like how they usually do. While Yuuta on the other hand kept on staring at Melissa who is also staring at him.

Fighting it, I watch as she touches a woman’s shoulder in front of me and the older woman turns to her before asking, “Do I know you?” The Soul Eater shakes her head no, and then caresses the woman’s cheek before leaning closer to kiss her mouth. The minute she kisses her, I sense something strange has happened. When she walks casually off, the woman is left standing there staring after her and then she falls to the ground.

Sora whispered but I silenced him with a kiss, thrusting into him as he moaned into my mouth. Sora was so lost in pleasure that he started speaking Japanese. His voice sounded both out of pain and pleasure as he mentioned two words that had my body trembling. "Kimochi" and "ochinchin" were so sexy coming out of his mouth. I pulled out of him, pushing him on all fours as I grabbed his waist thrusting into him hard. Sora was screaming, crying and moaning soundless words as I stroked his cock, his brain short circuited as he called my name. He was close and even though I couldn't understand Japanese I knew that he was "Gamen dekinai" meant.

“I am Mōri Shinsuke.” “And I am Hattori Koheita.” They introduced themselves. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I am standing in front of Mori Shinsuke and Hattori Koheita. I never thought I'd be able to meet them but here I am standing in front of them. I’m getting quite excited about being in their presence. They must have noticed my sudden change in personality. I quickly composed myself before I make any dumb decisions.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

Mena was sweeping the floor while I wiped down the counters, her discomfort with my help painfully obvious, though I found it amusing. “Mr. Gojou doesn’t stay here often,” she replied, her words clipped. “He spends most of his time in Kobe, now that he’s no longer in charge.” I frowned, surprised. I hadn’t known Gojou had a home in Japan or that he stayed there frequently. His absence felt like another piece of the Morunaga puzzle falling into place, though the full picture remained frustratingly out of reach. I hesitated before asking about Suniza. Ryuu’s words from the previous night echoed in my mind. Selfish bitch. Not my mother. Those revelations had left more questions than answers, bu

Satoru said with a wide pacific smile that made Iori want to smirk. It was too late for him to be trying to loosen the atmosphere because he crossed the line and he was going to have to pay for that, “Not at all, after everything that had happened, I think it’s the best thing to do,” Iori answered and Satoru sighed motioning for them to sit down, “It’s good to see you again, Hiiragi-san,” Haruki finally said and The president smiled at her brother and shook his hand, Seriously, her brother was taking their plan too lightly if he was still exchanging greetings with the man,

Hiroki withdraws with a very annoyed grunt. I watch him leave indignantly, it's horrible to think that I look like a prize that they want to get the hard way, and not only for Hiroki and Satoshi's side, but for the person who wants to finish me off I'm also like a trophy. I had no choice but to sleep with Satoshi... I still had my doubts, I keep my distance all the time.

Kenji Sato stood at the head, 6'1" of lethal grace wrapped in a midnight-blue bespoke suit that clung like a lover's promise. Porcelain skin stretched over high cheekbones, jet-black hair slicked back to reveal obsidian eyes that locked onto mine with unnerving precision. A thin scar sliced his left jaw, a whisper of violence. His mouth curved in a half-smirk as he extended his hand. I took it, expecting firmness. Instead, his grip lingered—warm, unyielding, thumb brushing my knuckle in a graze that sent unwelcome heat coiling up my arm. "Ms. Whitaker," he said, faint Japanese accent wrapping each syllable like silk over steel. "Your reputation precedes you." His eyes didn't waver, dissectin

"Show me what you've got." Gojo's smirk widened, a flash of pure, unadulterated lust. He didn't need much encouragement. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him, grinding his erection against her core. "Gladly," he growled, his voice a low rumble.