The plan was supposed to be simple. A relaxing, fun trip to the amusement park with friends. Gojo had even bought extra churro money. What could possibly go wrong?
Apparently, everything.
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Earlier that Morning – Classroom 3-B
"Supplementary exam?!"
Suma's voice echoed through the corridor like a death wail. She slapped the paper posted on the board as if sheer force would change the fate printed on it.
"This is a mistake! I'm an honors student in emotional intelligence!"
Hiyori looked over her glasses, arms crossed under her bountiful chest. "You got a 32 on the history test. And tried to bribe the teacher with fanart of Gojo in a maid outfit."
Suma pouted. "I drew his thighs with love!"
Across the room, Hikami smirked wickedly. Dressed in an unreasonably tight blouse for a school day, she twirled her red pen like a dagger of doom.
"I'll be overseeing the exam," she purred. "Expect no mercy."
Suma and Hiyori exchanged a look of pure horror.
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Meanwhile – At the Entrance of Yume Yume Land
Gojo stood awkwardly at the colorful gate, holding two tickets, a small gift box, and a hopeful heart. His hair was neatly styled, his shirt freshly ironed — he even used cologne for once.
He looked at his phone. No messages.
"Suma? Hiyori?" he muttered.
Then—
A voice as soft as summer rain called out.
"Gojo-kun!"
He turned—and nearly dropped everything.
Mizuki-sensei, usually the strict yet oddly seductive gym teacher, looked like she'd stepped out of a gravure magazine.
She wore a casual off-shoulder pink top that clung in all the right places, barely hiding the lace outline of her bra. A short denim skirt fluttered around her thighs, teasing just enough leg to ignite fantasies. She had a straw hat and a cute cherry blossom purse hanging from her elbow.
Gojo blinked hard. "S-sensei?!"
She blushed, brushing her long hair behind her ear. "I… I heard from Hikami-sensei that a boy and a girl going to a park together is called… a 'date.'" She said the last word like it was a dirty spell.
Gojo coughed, nearly choking on his own tongue. "H-Hikami told you what?"
Mizuki looked up innocently, whispering, "She said… that girls usually scream during dates. A-and that… sometimes they get wet. Like… emotionally."
Gojo turned red. "Hikami gave you a porn book, didn't she?!"
Mizuki tilted her head. "It had a title like The Priestess and the Tentacle Curse, and the girl screamed 'It's too big!'… so I thought…"
Gojo wanted to crawl into a churro stand and die.
Still, he saw her hopeful face. He exhaled. "Alright. Let's just… go in."
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Inside the Park – Chaos Begins
Their first stop was the spinning teacup ride. Mizuki, muscles toned from gym class, spun the wheel with dangerous enthusiasm. Her top bounced with each twist, and Gojo couldn't stop watching her generous chest jiggle hypnotically.
"WOOHOO!" she cheered. "FASTER!"
Gojo was plastered to the side of the teacup, screaming for his life. "WE'RE NOT TRAINING FOR NASA!!"
Next was the haunted house.
Mizuki clung to his arm the moment they entered the dark hallway. Her warm body pressed into his, her soft chest mashed against his side like two stress balls designed by perverts.
"I-it's so dark, Gojo-kun…" she whimpered.
A fake ghoul jumped out.
"KYAAAH!" she screamed, launching herself into his arms. Her leg wrapped around him instinctively.
"Your bra is glowing," Gojo muttered, eyes wide. "It's like a beacon in the dark…"
She looked down—and shrieked. "WAAAAH! I wore the neon-pink lace one!"
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Later – Lover's Tunnel Ride
They boarded the infamous heart-shaped boat meant for couples. The ride was slow, smooth, and deliberately romantic, drifting under fake stars and pastel moons.
Mizuki snuggled into his shoulder.
"Gojo-kun…"
"Y-yeah?"
"…Why do you like us?"
He blinked. "Us?"
She nodded shyly. "Me… Suma… Hiyori… even that pervy Hikami…"
Gojo looked forward at the artificial lake, lips curling into a smile.
"Because… you're all important to me. Each of you has a part of my life now. Even if you're chaotic or embarrassing or…"
"Or what?" she whispered.
"Or sometimes make me bleed from my nose."
She giggled.
Then—
SPLOOOSH!
A hidden waterfall at the tunnel's end exploded over them.
Gojo gasped.
Mizuki shrieked.
Her entire top went transparent.
Her white lace bra was soaked, clearly visible, and her nipples were stiff as bullets. Her skirt clung to her thighs, practically second skin.
Gojo's eyes went wide.
His nose bled like a faucet.
"W-wet… H-Hikami was right…" Mizuki whispered, cheeks crimson. "Am I… sexy?"
Gojo fainted. Face first into her soaked lap.
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Back at School – That Evening
Suma opened the group chat.
> [Gojo]: "Had a great time today. Mizuki-sensei was… fun. Thanks for the tickets."
Suma narrowed her eyes.
Hiyori cracked her knuckles. "That's it."
Hikami smirked, sipping wine like a villain. "This next arc will be delicious."
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To be continued