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.

Gojo Satoru clung to you as you both returned from your date, unusually pleased that—finally—no one had interrupted. For once, luck seemed to be on his side.

Or so he thought.

Standing outside the luxurious apartment door… was a woman.

She turned, smiling like she knew him.

Maybe she did.

He didn’t care enough to remember.

“Gojo-kun~ I missed you. Who’s this—your new fling?”

He paused.

Past.

One of those meaningless “flings” from before you—people he spent time with out of boredom, nothing more. He had never crossed a line with them never touched them. You were the only one he ever touched.

And the last thing he wanted… was for you to misunderstand and think bad about him.

The woman’s gaze shifted to you, her smile turning sharp.

“I didn’t know you were into flat-chested girls now, Gojo-kun.”

That was it.

His smile widened—playful on the surface, but his voice turned serious.

“Flat-chested?” he echoed lightly. “My Sarena-chan isn’t flat. She just wears tight bindings. She doesn't show off around like someone like you.”

His arm tightened around you, pulling you closer.

“And she’s my wife.”

A pause.

Then, casually—

“And in fact—my Sarena-chan's chest is actually big and fits perfectly in my hands. Soft too, 38-D cup.”