Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Time flowed on, and once again, winter deepened. As the first snow, like fragmented feathers, silently covered Tokyo, Gojo Satoru’s long-planned wedding preparations were nearing completion. He was like a big child who couldn’t keep a secret, constantly revealing little snippets to Xue Yang in a boastful tone during every spare moment—the diamonds for the custom rings came from the best mines in South Africa, the wedding cake design had been revised over a dozen times, and even the guest list had been meticulously scrutinized.

On the evening the first snow fell, Gojo Satoru once again brought Xue Yang to the river embankment that overlooked the city’s night view. Unlike last year, this time he was much better prepared—a thick picnic blanket, hot sweet wine in a thermos, and a small portable heater.

Snowflakes drifted down quietly in the twilight, landing on their shoulders and melting into their visible breath. Gojo Satoru tucked Xue Yang’s hand into his warm coat pocket, watching the distant city lights gradually flicker on.

“I’ve picked out a few locations for the wedding, which one do you like?” Gojo Satoru counted on his fingers. “A beach in Hawaii, a lavender field in Provence, or… an overwater bungalow in the Maldives? I heard the sea there is incredibly blue, as beautiful as my eyes.”

Xue Yang listened to his excited descriptions, feeling the cool touch of the ring on their clasped fingers inside the pocket. He silently watched the falling snow, then suddenly spoke, interrupting Gojo Satoru’s fantasies:

“Hold it on your birthday.”

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment. Then, immense surprise exploded in his heart like fireworks! He knew his birthday was coming up soon, but he hadn’t expected Xue Yang to remember, much less proactively suggest setting the wedding for that specific day!

“You…” Gojo Satoru’s voice was slightly hoarse with excitement. “Are you serious?”

Xue Yang glanced at him, his tone still flat: “Mhm. Saves you the trouble of finding another excuse to fuss over things later.” Although his words were awkward, the slight flush on his ear tips betrayed his true feelings.

Gojo Satoru could no longer contain himself. He laughed loudly, sweeping Xue Yang up and spinning him around, acting like a child who had received a beloved toy on the snowy embankment. “Great! It’ll be on my birthday! I’ll make my birthday and my wedding the same day! Double happiness!”

Thus, a week before Gojo Satoru’s birthday, all relevant staff at Jujutsu High, as well as Jujutsu Sorcerers like Nanami Kento, Mei Mei, and Utahime, who had a deep connection (or entanglement) with Gojo Satoru, received a wedding invitation that was extremely flashy in design, featured gold embossing, and even carried a faint scent of dessert. The invitation clearly stated that the wedding would be held on Gojo Satoru’s birthday on a private island in the Maldives.

“This guy… he really is unnecessarily flamboyant,” Nanami Kento pushed up his glasses, shaking his head helplessly as he looked at his name on the invitation.

“Wow! The Maldives! Gojo-sensei is really going all out!” Itadori Yuji held the invitation, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Perfect timing for a business trip~” Mei Mei looked at the invitation, already calculating the commercial intelligence value she could extract from the journey.

Utahime wore an expression that clearly said, “What kind of trouble is this bastard stirring up now?”

Two days before the birthday, Gojo Satoru chartered a luxury jet, carrying all the invited guests toward the pearl island nation in the Indian Ocean. The plane was filled with laughter and chatter; even the usually serious Principal Yaga wore a relaxed smile.

Upon arriving in the Maldives, they were greeted by the sight of clear, turquoise water, fine white sand, and swaying coconut trees. Gojo Satoru had already reserved the island’s most luxurious five-star resort—individual opulent overwater bungalows, facing the ocean, offering maximum privacy.

Although members of the Gojo Clan had arrived early to decorate the wedding venue beautifully—pure white floral arches, a transparent walkway leading out to the sea, and a reception area adorned with shells and fairy lights—Gojo Satoru was still acting like a nervous groom, dragging Xue Yang to personally inspect every single detail, from the placement of the chairs to the curvature of the champagne tower, obsessively nitpicking to an infuriating degree.

“Hey, that’s enough,” Xue Yang, having been dragged around under the scorching sun for half a day, was starting to get impatient.

“No way! This is our wedding! It has to be perfect!” Gojo Satoru declared righteously, his eyes behind his sunglasses shining brightly.

The guests also presented their wedding gifts (which doubled as Gojo Satoru’s birthday gifts). Ieiri Shoko gave a bottle of medicine, which she claimed to have concocted herself, saying it was very helpful for post-activity recovery; Maki gave a pair of specially made short swords engraved with protective curses; Fushiguro and Kugisaki jointly gave a set of high-end tea ware; Yuji, Panda, and Inumaki pooled their money to buy a huge, comically shaped cursed corpse doll (supposedly good for cuddling at night); Okkotsu Yuta and Rika prepared a hand-painted oil painting of the two of them standing side-by-side; Nanami Kento gave a hardcover edition of The Rules of Survival in Modern Society (with a note: I hope your married life adheres to basic standards); Mei Mei gave a membership card to a high-end club with an astonishing balance (Gojo Satoru accepted it with a grin, only for Xue Yang to confiscate it expressionlessly); even Principal Yaga gave a Q-version cursed corpse he had personally made, dressed in a miniature wedding dress and tuxedo.

On the day of the wedding, which was also Gojo Satoru’s birthday, the sun was bright and the sea breeze was gentle. Against the backdrop of the blue sea and sky, witnessed by friends and family, Gojo Satoru wore a perfectly tailored white suit. Unusually, he wasn’t wearing sunglasses; his pale blue eyes were filled with an almost overflowing love and nervousness as he stared intently at Xue Yang, who was slowly walking down the walkway from the other end.

Xue Yang was also in a white suit, which made his skin appear even fairer. His slightly curled black hair was meticulously styled, and his usual arrogance seemed softened slightly by the solemn atmosphere. He carried no bouquet, instead tightly gripping the sheath of his Personal Sword, Calamity (reportedly his own request), as he walked step by step toward the man waiting for him.

There was no priest; Principal Yaga served as the officiant. As the two exchanged vows and placed the meticulously crafted wedding rings on each other’s fingers, seagulls soared across the sky, letting out crisp cries, as if blessing the newlyweds.

“Now, the groom may kiss the groom,” Principal Yaga’s voice carried a rare warmth.

Gojo Satoru eagerly lifted Xue Yang’s veil (which Xue Yang had strongly opposed but eventually compromised on), lowered his head, and kissed his lips deeply. The kiss was tender and lingering, carrying the saltiness of the sea breeze and the sweet aftertaste of their vows.

The evening brought a banquet, a party, and revelry. Everyone set aside their usual roles and burdens, immersing themselves in joy. Gojo Satoru was happier than a peacock displaying its feathers, dragging Xue Yang around to toast everyone (though Gojo Satoru was drinking juice), accepting blessings and teasing from the crowd.

As night deepened and guests gradually returned to their bungalows to rest, Gojo Satoru finally carried the slightly tipsy (mostly from being relentlessly harassed by Gojo Satoru) Xue Yang back to their most luxurious presidential overwater bungalow, complete with an infinity pool.

The door closed, shutting out the external noise. Gojo Satoru placed Xue Yang on the large bed covered in rose petals, his gaze so hot it could melt a person.

“Wife…” He leaned down, rubbing his nose against Xue Yang’s neck, his voice low and seductive. “Where’s my birthday present?”

Xue Yang looked at him, his amber eyes flickering with complex emotions in the dim light—shame, helplessness, and a hint of desperate resolve. He took a deep breath, pushed Gojo Satoru away, walked to the closet, pulled out a wrapped gift box, and shoved it into Gojo Satoru’s arms.

“Here. Stop bothering me.” Xue Yang turned his face away, his earlobes crimson.

Gojo Satoru curiously tore open the box. The contents made him gasp—it was a set of extremely sexy, almost transparent black lace lingerie, along with… a pair of fluffy black cat ears and a matching tail.

Gojo Satoru’s throat bobbed. He looked up at Xue Yang, flames burning in his eyes. “Are you… wrapping yourself up and giving yourself to me?”

Xue Yang, mortified, kicked out. “Take it or leave it!”

Gojo Satoru laughed heartily, catching his ankle and pulling him back onto the bed, his voice husky and aggressive. “I’ll take it! Of course, I’ll take it! I absolutely love this gift!”

The frenzy of that night far surpassed any previous time. Xue Yang practically threw caution to the wind, allowing Gojo Satoru to arrange him into various embarrassing positions, putting on those damned cat ears and tail, by the infinity pool, in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and on the soft bed bathed in moonlight… He was thoroughly and completely devoured, inside and out, again and again.

The price was that Xue Yang couldn’t step out of the bungalow for three whole days. Food was personally brought to the bedside and fed to him by Gojo Satoru, and even bathing was done with the other man’s “attentive” assistance. When he was finally allowed to get out of bed, his legs were so weak he could barely stand, and his body was covered in lingering, suggestive marks. His waist and inner thighs, in particular, were a sight to behold.

When Gojo Satoru, looking refreshed and beaming, appeared before everyone, embracing a pale-faced, unsteady Xue Yang, the guests who had been enjoying the Maldives for three or four days all focused their gazes on the unmistakable marks on Xue Yang’s body.

“Whoa…” Itadori Yuji’s mouth dropped open.

Kugisaki Nobara whistled, her eyes suggestive.

Ieiri Shoko: “What a scumbag.”

Maki folded her arms and snorted. “Looks like the battle was fierce.”

Panda covered his eyes with his furry paws (but his fingers were spread wide): “See no evil, see no evil!”

Inumaki Toge: “Mentaiiko!” (Amazing!)

Even Nanami Kento pushed up his glasses and looked away.

Xue Yang’s face instantly darkened, radiating killing intent. He violently shook off Gojo Satoru’s hand. The next second, the well-trained Jujutsu High students, except for Gojo Satoru, all screamed as they were slammed to the ground, groaning in pain.

“What are you looking at?! Do you want to die?!” Xue Yang’s voice was icy, laced with boundless shame and fury.

Gojo Satoru was laughing so hard he couldn’t stand straight, clapping his hands as he laughed. “My wife is mighty!”

However, his laughter quickly ceased. Xue Yang finished dealing with the others, turned, and walked expressionlessly toward Gojo Satoru. Before Gojo Satoru could react, a precise and powerful “fist of love” slammed into his abdomen!

“Ugh!” Gojo Satoru was caught off guard, letting out a muffled groan. He bent over, clutching his stomach, yet a twisted smile still lingered on his face. “W-wife… that was a heavy hand…”

Xue Yang scoffed, shook his wrist, and walked toward the beach without even looking at him, leaving behind a murderous silhouette.

Sunlight, sand, turquoise sea, and blue sky. The honeymoon in the Maldives continued in this chaotic, yet sweet and “violent,” daily routine. For Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang, this was perhaps their unique happiness, filled with passion and companionship.

And their future, like the sunshine over the Indian Ocean, was bound to be bright and everlasting.

The End.