The morning sun spilled through the curtains, bathing Gojo's room in a golden glow. He woke with a start, his body drenched in sweat, his dreams haunted by ribbons and Suma's wicked grin. He sat up, clutching his blanket like a shield, expecting chaos to erupt at any moment. The house was suspiciously quiet. Too quiet.
Gojo crept out of bed, every nerve on edge, ready for Suma to pounce from the shadows in some scandalously skimpy outfit. But as he tiptoed into the living room, he found… nothing. No baby oil. No transparent shirts. No sultry coos of "Nii-sama~." Instead, Suma was sitting at the kitchen table, fully dressed in a modest sundress—white with little pink flowers—that hugged her curves just enough to remind Gojo she was still dangerous. She was sipping orange juice, flipping through a magazine, looking… normal.
Gojo froze. His eyes narrowed. "What's the catch?"
Suma glanced up, her lips curling into a soft, innocent smile. "Good morning, Nii-sama! Sleep well?"
He flinched. That voice. It was too sweet. Too pure. "You're… not slippery. Or half-naked. Or chasing me with a feather duster."
Suma giggled, twirling a strand of her hair. "Is that what you want, Nii-sama? I can arrange it~"
"NO!" Gojo yelped, throwing his hands up. "I mean—why are you being… normal?"
She tilted her head, batting her lashes. "It's a day off, silly. I thought we could do something fun. Like… go on a date!"
Gojo's jaw dropped. "A what now?"
"A date!" Suma clapped her hands, bouncing in her seat, the motion making her dress strain slightly against her chest. Gojo averted his eyes, his face burning. "You, me, maybe a cute café, some shopping, a walk in the park… Doesn't that sound nice?"
Gojo's brain short-circuited. A date with Suma? This was a trap. It had to be. She was probably planning to lure him into a dark alley and smother him with her… assets. But her smile was so disarming, her eyes so bright, that he found himself nodding before he could stop himself. "Uh… sure?"
"Yay!" Suma leapt up, her dress swishing around her thighs, and Gojo's heart skipped a beat. She grabbed his arm, pressing herself just close enough to make his skin tingle. "This is gonna be so much fun~"
Before Gojo could reconsider, the door burst open, and Hiyori stormed in, her ponytail swinging like a whip. She was dressed in a practical but cute denim skirt and a fitted blouse, her eyes blazing with suspicion. "A DATE? With HER? Are you INSANE?"
Gojo groaned. "Hiyori, it's not—"
"I'm coming too!" Hiyori declared, crossing her arms. "Someone has to keep that harlot from defiling you!"
Suma pouted, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, Hiyori Onee-chan, don't be so mean. It'll be fun with all three of us!"
Hiyori glared, but Gojo, desperate to avoid a bucket-throwing rematch, raised his hands. "Fine! Fine! We'll all go. Just… no water. No oil. No chaos. Deal?"
The sisters exchanged a look—Suma's playful, Hiyori's murderous—but they both nodded.
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The town was bustling, the streets lined with colorful shops and the air filled with the scent of street food. Gojo walked between Suma and Hiyori, feeling like a man caught between a tiger and a lioness. Suma was on her best behavior, which only made him more paranoid. She didn't try to "accidentally" brush against him or flash anything inappropriate. Instead, she skipped ahead, pointing at cute trinkets in shop windows, her dress fluttering just enough to keep Gojo's eyes darting nervously.
Hiyori, meanwhile, was a hawk, watching Suma's every move. But even she seemed to relax as the day went on. They stopped at a café, where Suma insisted on feeding Gojo a bite of her strawberry cake, her fingers lingering dangerously close to his lips. Hiyori slapped her hand away, but Suma just laughed, and soon they were all sharing desserts, the tension easing into something almost… normal.
At the park, Suma ran ahead to chase a butterfly, her dress catching the sunlight, her laughter ringing like bells. Gojo watched her, his guard lowering despite himself. She looked so carefree, so genuinely happy. Maybe she wasn't plotting anything. Maybe this was just… a nice day.
Hiyori nudged him, her voice low. "Don't let your guard down. She's up to something."
Gojo sighed. "Yeah, yeah. I know."
But as the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, Gojo found himself smiling. The three of them sat on a bench, eating ice cream, watching the world go by. Suma leaned against his shoulder, just lightly enough to feel innocent, and Hiyori didn't even yell. For once, it felt like they were just… a family.
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Later, when Gojo stepped away to buy drinks, Hiyori cornered Suma by a fountain. The park was quieter now, the crowds thinning as dusk settled in. Hiyori's eyes were sharp, her voice low and urgent. "What's going on, Suma? You're acting… weird. No pervy stunts. No teasing. What's the deal?"
Suma's smile faltered, just for a moment. She looked away, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "I don't know what you mean, Hiyori Onee-chan."
"Don't play dumb!" Hiyori snapped, stepping closer. "You're never this… tame. Did something happen? Are you sick? Did you break your brain?"
Suma's eyes flickered, and for a split second, Hiyori saw something dark in them—something dangerous. But then Suma laughed, light and airy, waving her hand. "Oh, Hiyori Onee-chan, you worry too much! I just thought… maybe I should try being a good sister for once. That's all I can do, right?"
Hiyori's frown deepened. "That's not an answer."
Suma's smile turned sharp, almost predatory. "It's the only one you're getting~"
Before Hiyori could press further, Gojo returned, holding three sodas. "Hey, what's with the serious faces? Did I miss a catfight?"
Suma giggled, looping her arm through his. "Nope! Just girl talk. Right, Hiyori Onee - chan?"
Hiyori glared but said nothing, her instincts screaming that something was very, very wrong.
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As night fell, the trio started heading home, but Suma suggested a shortcut through a quiet alley. Gojo, still buzzing from the surprisingly pleasant day, didn't think twice. Hiyori, however, lagged behind, her eyes scanning the shadows. She didn't trust Suma's sudden sweetness, and the alley felt… off.
"Suma, this isn't the way home," Hiyori said, her voice tight.
Suma turned, her smile almost too perfect. "Oh, relax, Hiyori Onee-chan. It's faster this way. Trust me~"
Gojo, oblivious, shrugged. "Yeah, chill, Hiyori. It's fine."
But as they walked deeper into the alley, the air grew heavy, like a storm was brewing. Hiyori's heart pounded. She reached for Gojo's arm, about to demand they turn back, when—
A portal ripped open in the air, black and purple mist swirling like a vortex. Misz stepped out, her crimson eyes glowing, her leather bodice gleaming under the streetlights. She was every inch a dark goddess, her presence radiating danger and allure.
Hiyori gasped, shoving Gojo behind her. "Who the hell are you?!"
Misz's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Oh, sweet little Hiyori. So protective. So… predictable."
Suma stepped forward, her innocent act gone. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, and she held up the glowing vial from the night before, its light pulsing in her hand. "Sorry, Hiyori Onee - chan. I made a deal."
Hiyori's eyes widened. "Suma, what did you do?!"
Before anyone could react, Misz snapped her fingers, and shadowy tendrils shot from the portal, wrapping around Hiyori like chains. She screamed, struggling, but the tendrils were too strong, dragging her toward the vortex.
"Gojo!" Hiyori cried, her voice desperate. "Don't trust her!"
Gojo lunged forward, but Suma grabbed his arm, her touch soft but firm. "Nii-sama, stay with me~" she purred, her voice laced with something unnatural—something magical. Her eyes glowed faintly, and Gojo felt his body freeze, his mind clouding with a haze of desire.
Misz laughed, her voice echoing as Hiyori was pulled into the portal. "Don't worry, little hero. She'll be fine… for now. If you want her back, come to my master realm. But I warn you—it's not a place for the faint of heart."
The portal snapped shut, and Hiyori was gone.
Gojo stood there, dazed, Suma's hand still on his arm. Her sundress had slipped slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her collarbone, and her lips were inches from his. "Nii-sama," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction, "you don't need to chase her. Stay with me. I can make you so happy~"
Gojo's heart raced, his body screaming to give in. The spell was strong, weaving through his senses, making Suma's touch electric, her scent intoxicating. Her fingers trailed up his chest, slow and teasing, and she leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. "You want me, don't you? You've always wanted me…"
But deep inside, a spark of clarity fought through the fog. Hiyori. She was in danger. He couldn't abandon her.
With a Herculean effort, Gojo shoved Suma away, staggering back. "What the hell, Suma?! What did you do?!"
Suma pouted, but her eyes were cold, calculating. "I just wanted us to be together, Nii-sama. No Hiyori. No interruptions. Just you… and me~"
She stepped closer, her dress slipping further, revealing more of her smooth, tempting skin. The vial in her hand glowed brighter, and Gojo felt the spell tighten around him again, urging him to surrender.
But he clenched his fists, his voice shaking with rage. "You betrayed Hiyori. You betrayed me. I'm going after her, Suma. And you're not stopping me."
Suma's smile faltered, but only for a moment. She sighed, tucking the vial into her dress—dangerously close to her chest—and shrugged. "Fine, Nii-sama. Go play hero. But when you're tired of fighting… I'll be waiting~"
She blew him a kiss, her lips glistening, and sauntered out of the alley, leaving Gojo alone in the dark.
His heart pounded, his body still tingling from her spell. But his resolve was stronger. Hiyori needed him. And whatever that Misz woman was, whatever her realm held, Gojo would face it.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "Here we go."
Somewhere, in a dark, otherworldly realm, Hiyori struggled against her bonds, her eyes blazing with defiance. And Misz watched, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement, knowing the game had only just begun.
To Be Continued...