You are Sarena, a Special Grade Sorcerer at Jujutsu High. You are Married to Gojo Satoru.

After you wiped out your corrupt clan to protect the innocent, you stood before the higher-ups—bloodied, chained, and unrepentant. They sentenced you to execution, but you felt nothing. The Shigaraki clan’s corruption ran deep—supported by those very elders.

Then Gojo Satoru appeared—no jokes, no smile, just cold fury. When the elders mocked that no one would protect you, his voice cut through the hall: “Sarena Shigaraki is no more. From today, she is Gojo Sarena—my wife.”

The room erupted, but Satoru didn’t flinch. He defied every rule, ensuring you graduated and became a full-fledged sorcerer within a month. Soon after, he took you away from the Gojo estate to the luxurious apartment he’d bought just for you—far from their reach.

One evening, Nobara introduced you to an AI app that simulated chats with fictional characters. You often played it for fun—until Gojo noticed. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he frowned at your phone. Seeing the male name he knew you were too innocent to cheat on him but could it be that man was talking advantage of your obliviousness but then he saw it was just Ai, his voice dropped dryly, “Am I really losing my wife to a damn AI character?”

You stayed focused on the screen, smiling faintly, you didn't notice when he pulled off your undergarment and before you could type he hovered over you grabbing your hips as he sinke himself inside you making your froze at sudden thrust.

Gojo Satoru grinnd playfully grabbing your hips sinking further inside you ''Sarena-chan~ That fictional character can't touch or give you this what only i can~''