Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 59

Chapter 59

The morning light filtered through the shoji paper doors, bathing the room in a soft, warm yellow. Xue Yang woke up amidst an undeniable soreness and a hot body pressed tightly against him.

The moment consciousness returned, the chaotic and intense images from the bathroom and the bed the night before flooded his mind, instantly setting his ears on fire. He shifted, trying to move away from the source of excessive body heat behind him, but a strong arm pulled him back even tighter into the embrace.

“Awake?” Gojo Satoru’s husky, sleepy voice sounded above his head, carrying a satisfied laziness. His warm breath brushed Xue Yang’s nape. “It’s still early. Sleep a little longer.”

Xue Yang grumbled, using his elbow to nudge backward. “It’s hot. Let go.”

Not only did Gojo Satoru refuse to let go, but he pressed his advantage, burying his face in Xue Yang’s neck and rubbing against him, like a large dog marking its territory. “No way~ It’s comfy holding you.”

Xue Yang was tickled by the rubbing and couldn’t break free, so he angrily gave up, closing his eyes again, though sleep was completely gone. His body felt like it had been taken apart and reassembled, especially a certain overused area, which transmitted a clear feeling of discomfort. He internally cursed the unrestrained bastard behind him repeatedly.

Gojo Satoru seemed to sense his physical discomfort. The hand wrapped around his waist slowly moved down, gently massaging his aching waist and lower back with mild healing Cursed Energy.

“Still uncomfortable?” Gojo Satoru’s voice held a hint of subtle heartache and… guilt?

Xue Yang hummed, ignoring him, but his body honestly relaxed slightly under the perfectly timed massage.

The two remained quietly embraced in the morning light, one sulking, the other cautiously trying to appease. After a long while, when the chirping of birds outside the window became clearer, Gojo Satoru spoke again. “Are you hungry? I ordered breakfast. It should be arriving soon.”

“…Mm.”

Breakfast was a local specialty carefully prepared by the inn, beautifully presented, and light and delicious in flavor. Gojo Satoru was unusually well-behaved, sitting across from Xue Yang and occasionally picking up dishes he thought tasted good and placing them in Xue Yang’s bowl.

Xue Yang ate with his head down, occasionally glancing up at the seemingly decent man across the table. Sunlight streamed through the window, outlining Gojo Satoru’s perfect profile. His pale blue eyes looked exceptionally clear in the light, currently focused on Xue Yang, with a shallow, genuine smile playing on his lips.

Setting aside his inhuman behavior at night, the daytime Gojo Satoru, especially when quiet like this, was indeed… very deceptive.

“Had enough of looking?” Gojo Satoru suddenly raised an eyebrow, catching his gaze, his tone teasing. “Do you think your fiancé is especially handsome?”

Xue Yang immediately retracted his gaze, expressionlessly shoveling a mouthful of rice. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly, not pressing the issue.

Over the next few days, Gojo Satoru did as he promised, taking over all of Xue Yang’s remaining missions (reportedly with extremely high efficiency, leaving no Cursed Spirits alive wherever he went). Then, he comfortably stayed at the inn, calling it “accompanying my fiancé on a vacation and recuperation.”

During the day, he would drag Xue Yang for walks on the forest paths around the inn or wander through nearby scenic spots. He would point at unfamiliar plants and ask Xue Yang if they were poisonous, or show great interest in the local products sold at roadside stalls, buying a pile of seemingly useless items and handing them to Xue Yang.

Although Xue Yang complained, seeing Gojo Satoru’s curious, almost clumsy demeanor regarding the lives of ordinary people, the annoyance he felt from being “captured” gradually faded.

At night… night was still Gojo Satoru’s domain. However, perhaps mindful that Xue Yang’s body hadn’t fully recovered, he restrained himself considerably. Though still clingy, his methods were much gentler, consisting mostly of possessive embraces and detailed kisses. When passion flared, he would be exceedingly tender, only stopping when Xue Yang whimpered and begged for mercy, before finally holding him in satisfied sleep.

After a few days of this leisurely daytime and affectionate nighttime routine, the fatigue and discomfort Xue Yang felt gradually subsided, and his complexion improved significantly. He even started getting used to waking up next to another person’s warmth and breathing, getting used to the extra dishes in his bowl during meals, and getting used to the hand tightly holding his during walks.

One afternoon, the two sat under the veranda of the inn’s courtyard, watching the light rain patter on the moss and stone lanterns. Gojo Satoru leaned against a pillar, and Xue Yang rested in his arms, covered by Gojo Satoru’s jacket, feeling slightly drowsy.

“Hey, Xue Yang.” Gojo Satoru suddenly spoke, his voice sounding slightly muffled amidst the rain.

“Hm?”

“Let’s get married as soon as we get back.”

Half of Xue Yang’s drowsiness instantly vanished. He looked up at Gojo Satoru. Raindrops dripped from the eaves, forming a transparent curtain of water. Gojo Satoru’s eyes looked through the curtain, serious and focused, without a hint of jest, only solemnity.

“…Whatever you want.” Xue Yang was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his head again, burying his face in the jacket that carried the other man’s scent, replying in a muffled voice.

Gojo Satoru saw the slightly reddened tips of his ears peeking out from his hair, and his smile widened, pulling him into a tighter embrace.

The rain pattered softly, and time was peaceful. All the bloodshed, darkness, and conflict seemed isolated outside this mountain inn. At this moment, there were only the two people embracing, and the unspoken understanding and love that had long permeated their bones.

A few days later, when Xue Yang’s body had completely recovered, the two set off to return to Jujutsu High. As they left the inn, Xue Yang looked back at the place where they had spent a period of “seclusion.”

Gojo Satoru wrapped an arm around his shoulder, asking with a grin, “What’s wrong? Reluctant to leave? We’ll find another place for vacation next time.”

Xue Yang rolled his eyes at him, not speaking, but he had to admit that this forced “recuperation” didn’t seem to be entirely a bad memory.

Back at Jujutsu High, life continued. Missions, training, theory classes. Only the ring on Xue Yang’s ring finger became more noticeable, Gojo Satoru’s clinginess increased without fail, and everyone had long since moved past the initial shock and teasing to simply accepting it as the norm.

Itadori Yuji’s control over his Cursed Technique was improving daily, Maki and Fushiguro Megumi were preparing for the Grade 1 Sorcerer assessment, Kugisaki Nobara was researching new Cursed Tool combinations, and Panda and Inumaki Toge were still responsible for keeping spirits high.

Everything was moving in a positive direction.

As for Gojo Satoru, he had already begun secretly planning a grand wedding, determined to let the entire Jujutsu world know that he, Gojo Satoru, had finally, completely, and legally, brought that fierce yet charming little wild beast home.

And Xue Yang? He was probably still nursing a headache over how to cope with the potentially escalating “nighttime activities” after marriage, and was beginning to seriously consider keeping a constant supply of mission lists on hand, just in case.