The day Denji had been dreading finally arrived.
Renji stood before him, his expression as unreadable as ever. It was a stark contrast to the chaotic energy Himeno usually brought.
Renji spoke, his voice calm and measured.
"Wait, wait! I'm here to discuss something with you! To ask for your help! I absolutely have no intention of fighting you, and I definitely won't ask you any questions. It's just about the things you just said! Anyway, calm down first and let me tell you what I want to discuss, okay?"
Denji's eyes narrowed. "You don't have any reason, or rather, anything that could persuade me to help you. Do you?"
"There is a reason," Renji stated simply.
"What reason?"
"The reason is, I am the only male in this world. As long as you are willing to help me with this matter, you can make me do anything you want afterwards. No matter what it is, anything is fine. Think carefully. Things around you, Cursed Spirits, or things that will happen in the future... natural disasters. Perhaps I can help?"
The silence that followed was thick, filled with unspoken possibilities.
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...
Gojo Satoru yawned, breaking the tension.
"Hmm... Ah Anyway, I'm just here to inform you. It's getting late, and I need to go back." He paused, his tone becoming playfully stern. "You must remember what you promised me, okay? If I need your help in the future, no matter what you're doing, you must put it down and come help me. Just as you said, you are the only male in this world"
"Don't worry, I definitely will," Renji assured him. "But... when I really need help... how do I find you? Or will you come find me?"
Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly, his fair fingers gently caressing his own chin in thought.
"Hmm...~ Judging from your situation here... it should be me who comes to find you then." He gave a casual wave. "That's it, I'm leaving."
Casually putting his hands in his pockets, humming an unknown tune softly, Gojo Satoru began to walk away.
"Wait," Renji called out. "When you say 'go back'... do you mean leaving this world... or?"
Gojo Satoru turned around and chuckled.
"Leaving this world? That's impossible, right? Such an outrageous thing. What? Are you, man, very curious about where I came from?"
"Uh... a... a little..." Renji admitted, his voice trembling slightly.
"Outside, of course. I came from outside."
Renji suspected he had misheard. His lips trembled. "Out... from outside? You're from outside? Where outside? And how... how did you get in? If you can't get out from inside, shouldn't you also not be able to get in from outside?"
"Hmm, you can't get in, so I forced my way in." Gojo Satoru's smile was infuriatingly confident. "As for outside... outside is just outside. If you want to see what's going on, just go outside and take a look. Go a little further, and you'll find out what's going on, and what's wrong with your place."
After Gojo Satoru left, Renji returned to the room and sat on the sofa, thinking for a while.
"No," he said to himself, resolve hardening his features. "I still have to go out and see. I can't wait."
Renji was about to walk outside, but after a few steps, he suddenly thought of something. He pulled out Cosmo's fiji cup and threw it on the ground.
The fiji cup gradually expanded, eventually transforming into Cosmo herself.
A black wrapped skirt outlined her large figure. Black stockings tightly encased her long legs, like a thin veil lightly covering them, and she wore a pair of black high heels. It was a standard, sexy teacher's professional attire.
As soon as Cosmo saw Renji, her beautiful face flushed slightly.
"Hmm? Did you summon me because you need me to do something again?"
In this world, any woman who had been with Renji would, upon seeing him again, instinctively and uncontrollably recall those intense encounters. Just like Power, her original intention when she first came out of the room was not to seek him out. Power was simply thirsty and wanted to find some water to drink.
She was in the living room, saw Renji lying on the sofa sleeping, and her body began to stir with excitement, recalling their time on the beach. Coupled with Renji still being in deep sleep, she desired it again, and that's how those recent events happened.
This was Renji's innate ability, one etched into the very concept of being a man; it seemed no woman was entirely immune to it. Some women might not blush upon seeing him again, but that didn't mean they didn't recall those moments; it was simply a matter of having better self-control.
"Nothing," Renji said, sitting on the sofa. He pointed to the floor in front of him. "I promised you before, remember? To compensate you."
"Com... compensate me?" Cosmo's voice was a whisper.
"Yes, compensate you. Be obedient. Take off all your clothes, fold them neatly, and place them aside. Then, like a dog, kneel on the ground, and slowly crawl over. Crawl to me, and I'll give you what you deserve."
"Eh...?"
Cosmo's face burned an even deeper shade of red. Her gaze quickly darted around to confirm her surroundings before looking back at Renji, her face still bearing a large, undeniable blush.
"He... here?" she stammered.
"Yes. Now, here."
"Ah..."
With trembling hands and a racing heart, Cosmo obediently began to comply.
Gojo Satoru hovered high in the air, reaching out to aim at the barrier. But just as he was about to activate his cursed technique, he suddenly stopped.
He looked down at the vast, uninhabited area below, a slight smile playing on his lips. Then, as if changing his mind, he gracefully drifted down to the ground.
Makima stood in silence. When Gojo Satoru landed in front of her, there was still no ripple of emotion on her face.
"Oh my~ Miss Makima. To appear in such a place. Could it be that you've come specially to enjoy tea and chat with me?" Gojo Satoru spoke mockingly.
From the surrounding darkness, several figures slowly emerged. As they gradually approached, they surrounded Gojo Satoru.
The moonlight fell upon these individuals, clearly illuminating the face of one of them.
It was the Knife Woman from the Yakuza incident.
"Next time, if you enter here without my permission, I will kill you," Makima stated, her voice flat.
"Is that so?" Gojo replied, his tone light and unconcerned. "Then what if I come here again next time, still without your permission?"
In response, the Knife Woman pulled open her hand, revealing the katana blade hidden within. The other figures moved in unison.
One woman reached back, pulling a long, gun-shaped spine from the base of her neck.
Another woman reached into her mouth, extracting a massive molar.
A third pulled open her hand, a sword blade gleaming from within.
The last woman raised her index finger, flicking it forward like a whip and snapping it with a sharp crack.
All five had transformed into their Weapon Devil forms.
Makima raised her hand, her fingers forming a gun shape and pointing directly at Gojo Satoru.
"Confident, strong, and foolish. That is my assessment of you."
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