He lightly pressed his hand on Satoru Gojo's shoulder, maintaining an appearance of intimacy while lowering his voice:
Sorry, Satoru, I've run into a bit of trouble on my end.
Satoru Gojo leaned in closer, almost pulling Kobe Suzuo into his arms:
“Wow, so Suzuo actually knows she's caused trouble? So it was a deliberate act? Using this method to turn the Elders upside down is truly impressive.”
There was always a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Kobe Suzuo was so startled by the low male voice in his ear that his scalp felt like it was about to fly off; he used one hand to press against Satoru Gojo's chest, attempting to create some distance.
He was speaking in what was practically a whisper:
Please, Satoru, I'll explain everything regarding this child to you later. Can you help me bypass Tengen's barrier first?
Satoru Gojo grabbed Kobe Suzuo's hand, which was placed against his chest, guided it upward to rest beside his cheek, nuzzling the back of Kobe Suzuo's hand with his face:
But Suzuo, it's really dangerous, you know. I'm worried about you.
Kobe Suzuo tried to pull her hand away as if burned, but Satoru Gojo deftly changed their handshake into interlaced fingers.
As he pulled the person back to his side, Limitless quietly activated.
Kobe Suzuo felt as if he might have a slight fever; after all, he had not closed his eyes for nearly thirty hours, so it was only natural that his body felt unwell.
He looked into the eyes behind the translucent gauze, meeting them. "Yuji's current state is very unstable, I'm worried.."
As soon as Kobe Suzuo finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sobbing child clutching at his hem.
“Uncle Suzuo.. I feel a little unwell..”
Black cursed markings rapidly spread across the child's fair cheeks, forming a ring of dark, spike-like patterns around the jawline and forehead.
Seeing that things were taking a turn for the worse, Kobe Suzuo quickly leaned down to pick up the child, expertly pressing the child's cheek against his own chest.
“Yuji, Yuji, don't be nervous, just relax.”
Satoru Gojo watched as the Cursed Energy on the child surged violently, only to gradually subside under the soothing of Kobe Suzuo, he quietly released the hand gesture he had been using to gather Cursed Energy.
He gave a light, playful whistle. "You're quite skilled, Suzuo. You aren't actually hiding a child from me, are you?"
Kobe Suzuo, who had been played, failed to retort to Satoru Gojo's teasing for once.
He uncomfortably bounced the child, who was slightly slipping, used his free hand to grab Satoru Gojo's wrist.
My office or a detention room at Jujutsu High—in short, a room that can remain hidden and won't be detected by Tengen.
The sound of coaxing the child just now was light and soft, "Please, Satoru, take me there now, okay?"
Author's Note:
Suzuo: Why are there so many kids? I might as well open a Jujutsu Kindergarten.
Chapter 55: That Suzuo
The CEO and the Little White Flower gazed deeply into each other's eyes, sharing a romantic reunion kiss (?) and expressing their feelings to one another.
With a sudden burst of strength, the little white flower scooped up both the CEO and the child suspected to be his illegitimate son, then vanished like a shooting star, streaking over everyone's heads.
“Isn't this feeling quite wonderful?”
The crowd looked up at the starry sky, then dispersed in a rush, feeling a sense of loss after the spectacle had ended, each returning to their own business.
Iori looked dazed, clutching Nobara Iori's arm, trembling like an eighty-year-old grandmother:
“Nobara, how am I supposed to adjust to this scene?”
Nobara Iori felt quite melancholy as she sucked on a lollipop, moving the candy from one side of her mouth to the other, while her elbow nudged Suguru Geto beside her:
Friend, how do we solve this problem?
Generally speaking, Satoru Gojo was more addicted to playing the weak and coquettish "female lead," while Kobe Suzuo was responsible for being overbearing, cool, spoiling him to no end.
Under the passive blessing of the domineering CEO, the two of them were exceptionally harmonious in this mode, having a blast, rarely ever swapped roles.
Nobara Iori thought deeply, feeling that it was actually quite good.
The domineering Six Eyes Child and the elegant young CEO were at least easier to accept than the weak little white flower, Satoru Gojo.
Suguru Geto frowned; he was likely so used to being tormented by Satoru Gojo that his train of thought wasn't derailed by the CEO's domineering aura.
He thought about the interaction between Kobe Suzuo and Satoru Gojo, said with certainty:
That child is a bit strange.
He was clearly a human, yet he gave off a strange, inexplicable feeling.
Nobara Iori looked at her Victim Alliance in surprise. "No way, friend, you didn't believe that again, did you?"
She casually dropped a massive piece of gossip:
“Mr. Suzuo is a conservative who refuses premarital sex, so he's still a virgin. That person just now should be another child of an employee or a relative.”
Suguru Geto was lost in thought, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
Cursed Spirit Manipulation only works on Cursed Spirits; it seems that child has had something extraordinary mixed into him.
Of course I know that isn't Mr. Suzuo's child. No, I have to go take a look..
Suguru Geto froze, turning his head stiffly, his eyes wide with shock:
“What did you just say?”
Nobara Iori calmly repeated, "I said it might be the child of an employee."
Suguru Geto withdrew his concern for his peer, adjusted his glasses, his expression turned serious.
You know what I want to ask; I'm referring to that one phrase from the conservatives.
Yes, the high school boy was truly interested in this.
No kidding, even if that kid were the reincarnation of the King of Curses, between Kobe Suzuo and Satoru Gojo—one a master of intellect and the other a master of combat—the two of them together could keep him in check.
But if Kobe Suzuo's gossip isn't heard in its entirety now, there will be no chance to know it later.
Nobara Iori wore a look of utter contempt, but she still answered, her tone as casual as if she were discussing tomorrow's weather.
Is it really that unbelievable? It wouldn't be surprising if someone like Mr. Suzuo was a conservative, would it?
Before Suguru Geto could speak, Iori sat up with a start, as if rising from the brink of death, her face covered in question marks. "But Nobara Iori, how did you know about this?"
Nobara Iori bit into a sugar ball, her teeth moving up and down on the candy stick. "Of course, Mr. Suzuo told me."
Suguru Geto suddenly felt that the "Villainess" category should have a place for Nobara Iori. He pressed a hand to his forehead, feeling utterly bewildered.
No, no, no, why would Mr. Suzuo tell you that?
Nobara Iori tilted her head in confusion, exhaling a cloud of cold air toward the sky as she suddenly realized something:
Ah, I seem to have indeed forgotten to tell you about this.
Suguru Geto's heart suddenly tightened.
How could it be like this? Nobara Iori, there is only death as the obstacle on the path of a CEO's romance; there will be no good end—
Mr. Suzuo previously invited me to become a registered doctor at the Kobe Family Hospital after graduation, offering me a salary of billions.
At that time, he showed me the medical records written by his private doctor over the years, so I unexpectedly learned many things.
Suguru Geto breathed a sigh of relief.
I see, that's good then. A CEO's doctor friend is a very safe identity—
“Oh, right, Mr. Suzuo is the type who would wear a chastity cage—only for special occasions, of course.”
Pfft—cough, cough!
Was it the thing he was thinking of? He shouldn't have misunderstood anything, right?
Suguru Geto's pupils dilated in shock, he coughed violently, hating his wide range of reading for the first time.
Is this right?
They had already switched from hot-blooded shonen manga to pure romance manga; were they going to jump straight into 18+ rated stuff now?
“What? What lock? What is that?”
Iori looked around in confusion.
Nobara Iori patted Utage's shoulder, coaxing her like one would a child:
It's not important, you don't need to know, Suguru-senpai.
Suguru Geto's knowledge of that thing was limited to manga, so after some hesitation, he asked cautiously, "Is it because Mr. Suzuo has some kind of faith?"
Is it because Mr. Suzuo has some kind of faith?
Nobara Iori denied it, "No, it seems it's just to avoid some trouble."
Drunkenness, drugging, a single night. As a domineering CEO, Kobe Suzuo was already quite skilled at handling these tropes.
But to be honest, no matter how much you try to prevent trouble before it happens, nothing is as effective as just wearing a pair of "iron panties."
Since Kobe Suzuo realized the essence of the world and completed his [Awakening] at the age of twenty-one, he has been doing this.
Although it was a bit beneath the dignity of a CEO, it was still better than being entangled in a pile of romantic debts and having several biological children suddenly pop up from some obscure corner for no reason.
Suguru Geto's thoughts raced through a thousand twists and turns, his worldview was being shaken, he felt slightly exhausted.
Is it really okay? This isn't something that should be discussed publicly, is it?
Nobara Iori thought for a moment and said nonchalantly, "This matter isn't part of the non-disclosure agreement; many people know about it. It seems Mr. Suzuo doesn't care about others discussing it."
Well, even so, no one dares to discuss it to his face.
With the current Jujutsu Director backing him from above, world-class wealth supporting him from below, the fame of "Tianliang Chiba Po" spreading far and wide, who would dare to seek death before Kobe Suzuo?
But those old geezers would certainly try to shove people into his life.
Suguru Geto fell silent, "My mood is quite complicated right now."
Nobara Iori unwrapped another piece of candy, holding it between her index and middle fingers, looking quite melancholic. "Who isn't?"
Does Satoru know about this?