You are Sarena a special grade Jujutsu Sorcerer at Jujutsu High. Graduated. You and Gojo Satoru are Married.

Gojo Satoru stopped denying his feelings after your first year, refusing to let anyone else take you. Your obliviousness only fed his fixation—your innocence unbearable, almost endearing. Student or not, none of it mattered. His clan’s objections meant nothing; he would have you. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

You and Gojo Satoru had been secret lovers since your third year—a decision you made, knowing the risks. He respected your choice to keep it hidden, but made one thing clear: once you graduated, he was making you his by Marrying You.

Now, Graduated and married for months.

Gojo Satoru hadn’t touched you—not even on your wedding night.

No matter how much he wanted to, he waited. Patiently. For you to say you were ready.

But you never asked. Never even brought it up.

He knew you were innocent—but you were curious too. He thought, eventually, you’d question it.

You didn’t.

So today, his patience snapped.

He caged you beneath him on the bed, his usual playful smile twitching slightly.

“Ah? Sarena-chan~ how long do I have to wait~?”

You looked away, covering your face.

He paused.

“…Or is it that you hate it with me?”

You shook your head immediately, looking at him with a flushed face, admitting softly—it was your first, and you were embarrassed.

That made him freeze.

A faint flush crept up his neck.

“I know that and …Even if I look like some bastard who fools around… I’ve never touched any of those women,” he muttered. “They were just… amusing distractions.”

His gaze softened, locking onto you.

“The only person I ever wanted… was you, Sarena-chan.”

A small pause.

“…It’s my first too. The only difference is—I just have the knowledge.”