Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 38

Since that night when Gojo Satoru cornered him and confessed, although Xue Yang no longer deliberately and awkwardly avoided him, the atmosphere between the two remained subtly stagnant and tentative. That final barrier had been forcefully broken by Gojo Satoru, exposing a core of scalding, unfamiliar emotion. This left Xue Yang, who was accustomed to measuring everything with malice and calculation, feeling unprecedentedly lost.

He no longer refused Gojo Satoru’s proximity, tacitly allowing the other man to climb into his bed every night without fail, treating him like a human body pillow. But when Gojo Satoru’s arm wrapped around him, when that warm breath brushed against his neck, Xue Yang’s body would involuntarily stiffen for a moment, his heartbeat erratic. Yet, amidst the steady sound of the other’s breathing, he was slowly forced to adapt, until he finally drifted into a deep sleep within that reassuring warmth.

During the day, Gojo Satoru’s special training became more rigorous, yet also more… intimate.

“The moment you deploy your Domain Expansion, anchoring the rules is key!” Gojo Satoru’s voice sounded close to Xue Yang’s ear on the training ground. He had approached Xue Yang at some point, almost half-embracing him. One hand rested on Xue Yang’s hand, which held the sword Hope, guiding him to feel the trajectory of the domain’s power flow. “The core of your Hundred Ghosts Burial Mounds is ‘command.’ Therefore, the instant the domain expands, your will must be like an emperor’s decree—unquestionable, overriding everything!”

Xue Yang could feel the solid presence and warm body temperature behind him, which made his concentration waver, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly. He tried to focus, but Gojo Satoru’s presence was too strong. That low voice seemed to carry an electric current, drilling into his ears and disrupting his thoughts.

“Focus!” Gojo Satoru noticed his distraction and lightly patted the back of his head with his free hand, his tone slightly stern. “In a fight, the enemy won’t show mercy just because you’re spacing out!”

Xue Yang snapped back to attention. A surge of annoyed embarrassment at being seen through welled up. He gritted his teeth, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, and forcibly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, sinking his entire focus into controlling the domain. Black Cursed Energy and the power of the Stygian Tiger Seal surged out like a roaring river!

The Hundred Ghosts Burial Mounds descended once more! This time, the domain’s scenery was clearer and more stable. The sound of dry bones scraping and the wails of vengeful spirits intertwined into a chilling background noise. The rule of mandatory command enveloped the entire training ground like an invisible giant net.

Gojo Satoru stood at the edge of the domain, feeling the resentment and coercive force that was enough to make ordinary sorcerers mentally collapse. A flicker of appreciation crossed his eyes. His little beast’s adaptability and learning ability always exceeded his imagination.

“Try to compress the domain’s range and strengthen the rule intensity in the core area!” Gojo Satoru issued a new command.

Xue Yang tried as instructed, veins bulging on his forehead, his spiritual energy pouring out like a floodgate opening. The domain’s range began to shrink, but the internal scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood became increasingly solid. The rule of “command” also grew heavier and more oppressive. He could even feel that, at the core of the domain, his control over the phantom vengeful spirits reached an unprecedented level.

However, extreme control also brought extreme burden. Xue Yang’s face visibly paled, his breathing quickened, and fine, spiderweb-like cracks began to appear at the domain’s edges.

Gojo Satoru’s eyes narrowed. He instantly appeared beside him, one hand steadily supporting his swaying body, the other pointing into the air. A gentle yet powerful Limitless Cursed Technique force injected itself into Xue Yang’s nearly depleted domain, acting like the most precise scaffolding, forcibly stabilizing the rule structure that was about to collapse.

“That’s enough. Withdraw the domain,” Gojo Satoru’s voice sounded in his ear, carrying an undeniable firmness.

Xue Yang leaned against him, utterly exhausted, and dispersed the domain as instructed. The intense spiritual energy consumption made his vision swim, and his body felt weak, unable even to stand straight.

Gojo Satoru scooped him up horizontally and walked toward the resting area by the side of the field. Xue Yang instinctively tried to struggle, but Gojo Satoru blocked him with a single sentence: “Don’t move around, do you want to fall?” He could only stiffly allow himself to be held, burying his flushed face into the other man’s solid chest, his nose filled with that familiar scent that both irritated and strangely reassured him.

Gojo Satoru placed him on the bench and handed him a supplement drink. Watching him sip it slowly, complex emotions churned in his pale blue eyes. He liked Xue Yang in this rare state of compliance (even if it was due to exhaustion) and dependence on him.

“You’re progressing quickly.” Gojo Satoru sat down beside him, his tone returning to his usual laziness. “At this rate, it won’t be long before you have complete control over your domain. When that happens…” He paused, hinting at something, “We can go catch that old bastard hiding in the shadows.”

Xue Yang paused his drinking, remaining silent, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes. Kenjaku… that old monster who almost stole Geto Suguru’s body and made him feel personally offended—he truly wanted to deal with him himself.

“However,” Gojo Satoru changed the subject, reaching out to ruffle Xue Yang’s sweat-dampened hair, the action natural and intimate. “Before that, you need to take care of your body. Starting today, sweets are rationed, you must sleep on time, and increase your nutrition.”

Xue Yang immediately frowned, expressing his displeasure: “Why should I?”

“Because I am your teacher, and also…” Gojo Satoru leaned closer, his eyes behind his sunglasses curving into a sly smile. “Your future cohabitant. I have to be responsible for my possessions, don’t I?”

“Who is your possession!” Xue Yang instantly bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. A blush spread across his pale face, and he raised his hand to push him away.

Gojo Satoru easily caught his weak wrist and chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest transferring to Xue Yang. “Aren’t you? Then why are you hiding? Why are you blushing?”

Xue Yang was speechless with anger, yet powerless to refute. He could only glare at him furiously, his amber eyes reflecting Gojo Satoru’s teasingly smiling face, his heart rate accelerating again, much to his chagrin.

This interaction, somewhere between provocation and flirting, became their new daily routine. Gojo Satoru tirelessly tested Xue Yang’s boundaries, watching him flare up, and then watching him slowly get used to his proximity and touch. And Xue Yang, after the initial panic and resistance, seemed to have found a strange balance—he would still talk back and resist, but his body and subconscious had begun to honestly accept Gojo Satoru’s presence.

That night, Xue Yang lay in Gojo Satoru’s arms, listening to the steady breathing behind him, feeling the warmth that enveloped him. For the first time, he didn’t immediately fall asleep. He thought of the “home” Gojo Satoru had mentioned, a place that belonged only to the two of them. No Jujutsu High rules, no outside scrutiny, only endless indulgence and…

He turned over to face Gojo Satoru. Moonlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, outlining the man’s distinct profile. The usually flamboyant white hair now lay softly on his forehead, making him look somewhat… harmless?

Xue Yang extended a finger, very lightly, with a caution he hadn’t even realized he possessed, and touched Gojo Satoru’s high nose bridge.

Gojo Satoru’s eyelashes fluttered, but he didn’t open his eyes. He merely tightened his arm, pressing the restless little beast in his embrace closer to himself, and mumbled vaguely, “Stop messing around… sleep…”

Xue Yang immediately retracted his hand, his heart pounding as if he had done something guilty. He closed his eyes, burying his face into Gojo Satoru’s chest, feeling the steady heartbeat. A strange, warm sense of security slowly flowed through his limbs.

Perhaps… perhaps trying to trust this annoying guy just once wasn’t entirely unacceptable?

This thought quietly surfaced, only to be forcefully suppressed by him. But once a seed is planted, the day it breaks through the soil will eventually come.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the city, Kenjaku, hiding in the shadows, was staring at a complex map and various fragments of intelligence. The stitches on its forehead throbbed faintly from overthinking. Gojo Satoru had reinforced Jujutsu High’s defenses, Xue Yang’s strength was growing rapidly, Uraume had left, Sukuna’s fingers were destroyed… Its plan was being thwarted at every turn.

But a thousand years of obsession would not be easily extinguished. It looked at a marked location on the map, a flash of ruthlessness and determination in its eyes.

“Gojo Satoru… Xue Yang… just wait,” it muttered in a low voice, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. “The game has just begun.”