"Hehe, I like this.”

Satoru didn’t even remember why he was upset earlier, not when he was being showered with affection. He held Reze closer to his chest as he leaned back on the couch, giggling and swinging his feet as she kissed all over his face.

“That tickles!”

Satoru’s hands traveled up and down her sides, squeezing and caressing she. He continued pressing she closer to him as if he was trying to fuse she both together.

Earlier today, Satoru was at one of those jujutsu meetings he hated so much. Hearing the elders talk about jujutsu society was the purest form of torture. Tradition this…rules that…it was boring and always left Satoru in a bad mood.

However, the meeting was now nothing but a lost memory as he felt Reze lips pepper kisses across his forehead; he had even tossed his blindfold across the room to give she more face to kiss.

“More!”