Develop the strongest into villains

He was first lying on the sofa, then pressed on the carpet, and thrown into the bedroom a short time later.

At first he was able to cooperate, but later he realized that the other party was trying to torture him, so he began to beg for mercy.

"Enough, enough."

The people above ignored his begging for mercy, but grabbed a strand of his hair and wrapped it around his fingertips, mockingly said: "Master Disciplinary Committee, you are so fragile, do you cry like this when you are with other men? "

How could he have the guts to be with others?

Thinking about it now, since he met Xiao Wu, the number of men he dated has plummeted to zero.

When he was with Toru Amuro back then, whenever they made any progress, Xiao Wu would appear out of nowhere and decisively kill the possibility of them spending the night.

I've been a scumbag since I was a child.

"Can't hold on anymore? Then cry, come, cry and beg me."

"Pervert you."

"cry."

He hesitated whether to shed a few tears, but suddenly came to his senses and confessed: "I was wrong, I dare not."

"Oh, is this called confession? You don't even want to call me husband."

Damn it, admit it first, and settle the score later.

"I was wrong, I will never go to that coffee shop again, I will not even drink coffee in the future."

The other party smiled, with a leisurely expression that did not look like he was exercising at all.

"It's okay, even if you go to find other men, even if you bring back the photos to protest with me, I won't be angry, I'm such a magnanimous person."

"You fucking—"

He was about to scold, when suddenly his wrist tightened, and his whole body lost all strength.

"Call again?"

to die.

"I was wrong." He really shed tears, "I really know I was wrong, I will never talk to strange men again."

"Hey, am I the kind of pervert who forbids you to talk to others?"

"Yes... no, no."

"Listen, I don't care about other people. I can turn a blind eye to those people in the school who hook up with you, but Amuro Toru absolutely can't. You can't have any contact with Amuro Toru, understand?"

"Understand."

The other party was probably satisfied, and after torturing him a few more times, he finally took him to the bathroom.

After this fight, he almost lost half of his life, but the other party was refreshed.

When helping him clean, the other party suggested: "This apartment is too far away from the school, it's so inconvenient, just move, move to a place close to the school."

He was too tired to think, and nodded weakly on the edge of the bathtub: "Okay."

"If we all move out of the dormitory, then we can live together openly and aboveboard."

"it is good."

"You are not allowed to go to that coffee shop again."

"it is good."

"So obedient." The other party stroked his wet hair and sighed, "Only in this kind of time will you be obedient."

He opened his eyes weakly, "If you want to be obedient, it's more convenient to get a dog directly."

The other party didn't laugh at him anymore, but sat down on the edge of the bathtub and pressed his head in his arms: "I won't tease you anymore, go to sleep."

"I still have to go to school..."

"No, I'll ask for leave for you. I'm very good at lying and asking for sick leave."

"but--"

"I'll clean up the bedroom, and I'll clean up the dirty sheets too. Go to sleep and don't worry so much."

Ok.

Amidst the caressing and coaxing sounds of the other party, he fell into a deep sleep.

Gojo Satoru did all the housework during the time he lived here.Every time he finished that shit, he would fall asleep, and when he woke up, the other party had already cleaned up the living room and bedroom, so he didn't have to worry about it at all.

It was the same this time. When he woke up, the sheets under him had been replaced with new ones, and there was still a cup of hot coffee on the bedside table.

The sheets are new, the quilt is new, everything is new and shiny, only he is half dead.

He took a sip of coffee, walked out of the bedroom sickly, and found that it was already evening.

Gojo Satoru finished the meal and was cleaning the pots and utensils in the kitchen. He complained while washing: "Is there any need for the act of washing dishes? Just throw away the dishes and chopsticks when they are dirty, and just buy new ones."

"Master, it costs money to buy dishes."

"Money has to be spent. Things like money are meaningful only when they flow."

Shinohara Toki also said a few words, and found that his voice was a little hoarse.

He sat down to eat listlessly, and the other party came over and hugged him, and asked with a smile: "Have you recovered your physical strength?"

Hearing this, his hands couldn't help shaking: "What do you want to do?"

The other party stroked his face tenderly: "Don't be afraid, I won't break you. After we're done, let's visit that Mr. Amuro. I really want to catch up with him."

Not good.

Although he was a little tired, seeing Gojo Satoru was busy there, he was embarrassed to sit still, so he offered to help with the laundry.

As a result, by the time the clothes were taken out of the washing machine, several wool sweaters had shrunk and a few were stained.

"You need to add special detergent to wash this kind of clothes." Wujo Wu sighed as he stared at the clothes, "My shirts cost 1 yuan a piece, can you afford it?"

He threw away his clothes depressedly, but the other party laughed at him: "You're really not good at housework at all."

He never needed to do housework. Limei used to take care of him. When Limei was gone, he called the cleaner. In short, everything could be solved with money, and he didn't have to do it himself.

"Master Disciplinary Committee, admit it, your living ability is basically zero, and you can't live alone."

"It's not that exaggerated."

"Really, you really don't know anything about housework, and you will never learn to cook. You will either spend the rest of your life eating takeaways, or marry me and let me cook for you. "

Is this implying that he can only eat soft rice?

He felt ashamed, so he said, "I'm not as bad as you said, I can cook a meal for you to see right now."

The other party looked at him in surprise: "No need, you don't have to force yourself."

"I've been looking at recipes for days and I've learned so much I can cook right now."

Seeing that he was determined to do so, Wujo Wu let him go, "Well, I just received a message from the school asking me to perform a task. You will cook at home alone tonight, as long as you can serve the food on the table , even if you win."

"What reward will I get if I win?"

"If you win, I won't touch you tonight, but if you lose... think about the consequences yourself."

Well, in order to live, he had to win.

After Gojo Satoru left, he went straight to the nearby supermarket, ready to buy some ingredients to cook at home.

He is not a waste, he can be alone in the school, he is the right hand of the teachers, he can manage the third grade bastards submissively, in the eyes of the students, he is a perfect person.

But what would those people think if they knew that he couldn't do housework?This will affect his image.

Forget it, it's not that serious, anyone can do housework with more practice.

He is not trash.

He can cook, he can, and one must have self-confidence in life.

However, he was busy in the kitchen for a while, and made a lump of unknown object, which was dark and exuded an unknown smell.

He broke more than a dozen sets in a row, and he was discouraged.

You Qi Gojo Satoru also sent him a message: "Honey, I'm going home soon, is the meal ready?"

The message was followed by a mocking look.

"Honey, why didn't you reply to the message, are you scared~"

"Don't waste your energy, wash it up and wait for me on the bed."

Damn, it's getting dark and he has to get the food on the table or he'll die in bed tonight.

He scanned the kitchen a few times, his eyes fell on the microwave oven, and he was suddenly overjoyed.

He can use the microwave to make some instant food, anyway, he only asked him to serve the meal on the table, and didn't specify what kind of meal it was.

After dark, Gojo Satoru came back from his mission and waited downstairs for the elevator.

Look at the time, it's almost seven o'clock, the one in his family is really ready to cook?No matter how you think about it, it is impossible.

Anyway, he won.

He was thinking about how to throw the other party on the bed and toss, when suddenly there was a loud explosion sound in his ear, as if something was blown away.

"What's wrong?" The resident who was waiting for the elevator next to him was scared to death, "An earthquake?"

He felt that something was wrong, and immediately rushed back to the apartment. As soon as he opened the door, layers of black smoke filled the house and rushed towards him.

The apartment was cluttered, with glasses and dishes scattered.The stove in the kitchen had been bombed to the point of collapse, the walls were burnt black, and the ground was scattered with the wreckage of furniture.

Shinohara was also standing in the middle of the kitchen, all dirty, almost crying, "I, I didn't mean to."

Gojo Satoru immediately stepped forward to check him, and after confirming that he was not injured, he asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"I put some eggs in the microwave and it just... exploded and then, it caught fire."

He just learned that things with high water content cannot be placed in the microwave oven.

"What happened to the stove?"

"...Because the microwave oven caught fire, I lifted the table and threw it over to try to put out the fire, and the stove collapsed."

"Tsk, Disciplinary Commissioner, you are really talented."

Now that he admits it, he just can't do it. If those people in the high school know that he is such a waste, what will they think.

"Don't punish me." Shinohara Toki also buried his face in the opponent's arms, almost crying, "I don't want to be thrown on the bed by you, if I do it again, I'll die, really."

The other party almost laughed, so he hugged him and comforted him softly, "Okay, I won't touch you tonight, don't be afraid, it's okay."

"Neighbors will come and complain."

"It doesn't matter, I will negotiate with them."

"The landlord will kill me, I will be blacklisted and I will never be able to rent any apartment in the future."

"It's okay, I can build you an apartment in the city center, on the 1000th floor, for you to live alone."

Gojo Satoru comforted him, but the person in his arms was still trembling slightly due to the huge sense of shame.

Like a frightened pet, it is so soft to hold.

The disciplinary committee member who lectures others with a cold face in school on weekdays rarely shows such a soft posture.

"It's a shame..."

"No, wife, you are the best." He caressed the other person's back, although his voice was smiling, "I said earlier, couples should complement each other, and I will help you if you don't know how to do it." Do it, isn't it just right?"

In fact, Gojo Satoru just hoped that he would not be able to do anything, so that the other party would have to rely on him all the time, and would always eat his soft meals.