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It was a dark, cloudy night in Tokyo. A young woman entered a small local bar looking like someone with a mission. She walked with purpose as she made her way inside the door, the scent of beer immediately hitting her nostrils. She grimaced, her eyes scanning the room for a safer place to sit. She noticed an empty seat up by the bar that sat across from the bar tender. Feeling like her choice was adequate, she made her way there.
Feeling somewhat guarded, the young woman, Hana, clutched her bag and focused her gaze to the ground as she walked past a couple of patrons. She glanced briefly at the specials on the chalkboard behind the bar tender, scanning for something that sounds interesting. The bartender blinks a couple of times and gently smiles when Hana asks him if there was anything non alcoholic there.
“Not on the menu, no.” he said, tossing the towel he used to wipe the counter off over his shoulder “I can fix you up with something a bit sweeter if you don’t like the taste of alcohol.”
The young lady shakes her head shyly. She had never drank anything before and didn’t plan on doing so at this moment. She was so nervous that she was sure a little bit of inebriation might help calm her nerves, but she didn’t have the slightest idea of what to order. She also wondered if having alcohol would simply make her sick. Now that Hana thought about it more, she wasn’t sure what exactly the legal drinking age of Japan was.Truthfully, She had never even been inside of a bar before.
“I don’t drink.” She noticed his perplexed look. “I’m supposed to meet some people here.”
The bartender smiles and turns around, mixing a bunch of things together before presenting a red beverage topped with a cherry. He nodded at Hana expectantly, encouraging her to try it. He explained that it was a drink that was composed of Sprite and grenadine; something called a Shirley Temple. She smiled in relief and went to pay but only for him to wave his hand dismissively, saying it’s in the house. He must have sensed her nerves or perhaps he was just simply kind.
The young lady shifts in her seat a little, uncomfortable by the feeling that someone was watching her with an intense gaze. She felt powerful energy emitting from someone in the room. All she had to do was pinpoint where its source was. Hana made a game out of detecting the various energies around. Hana was gifted at that. First, she sniffed out a couple of tiny low-grade cursed spirits that were hiding from her. She pinpointed a couple more little cursed spirits and read a few of the energies of the folks around her. Someone here, an older man, was interested in nothing but the woman next to him’s chest. Another person was there because they recently went through a breakup.
Of course, she could feel the subconscious energy of herself, it being amplified by the cursed spirit that was attached to her, gnawing away in her brain. Not knowing exactly when, Hana Shirohane had been attached with this spirit since she could remember. One day it supposedly had just materialized and somewhat combined its energy with hers, forming a symbiotic relationship with her. Probably in fear of dying with her, the curse became very territorial and protective of Hana, its vessel. Any time she was in danger, her curse would attack them. The spirit hardly allowed those with the misfortune of pursuing her to live to see the next day.
For whatever reason, this thing made it's goal to shield Hana from any sexual advances. This happened regardless of whether said attention would be self inflicted or attempted by another. When she was growing up, the monster exterminated many boys around her home. According to the last couple of elders in her family, a pair of somewhat unintelligent old men, someone who was scorned by her clan died holding a grudge and cursed her as a baby, using the last of their sanity to make certain that her clan died out. Supposedly that person turned into the beast that made itself home in her psyche.
To prevent any bloodshed, Hana was sent away to live at a nunnery, and raised around only nuns. However, after the deaths of Hana’s parents, sorcerers from an ancient bloodline that had a particularly impressive cursed technique, there was no one left to pass on their abilities. Meaning, Hana was the only one left who could keep their clan from dying out completely. It was now up to her to marry and create the next generation of her clan. However, this would not be easy seeing as her curse would materialize and murder the sorry bastard that was tasked with getting her pregnant. That’s why her elders finally took the action to do something about her curse. An attempt would be made to extract and exterminate said curse, rendering Hana free to marry and start a family of her own.
Hana soon found herself swept away from the nunnery and into the city. The last elders in her clan had made ...arrangements for her curse to be removed, ending the bloodshed but most importantly, removing anything that would get in the way of her baring children. She was supposed to meet a pair of sorcerers who were going to be killing said curse. The method for doing so was rather unconventional though.
Hana, smoothed down her white sundress, unsure if this was the appropriate outfit to have worn. She sensed where the strong energy had been coming from. Two young men from across the room. Their presence alone was intimidating and nearly filled the whole vicinity, demanding to be felt. She turned and saw two similarly dressed young men; one with dark hair held up in a bun of sorts and the other with white hair. This one wore black sunglasses indoors. She couldn’t help but think that was an odd fashion choice considering it was night time.
“So that’s the girl!” the taller of two young men asked, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. His mission partner cocked his head, sliding his hands into the pocket of his uniform.
“Yeah. That’s definitely Miss Shirohane.” he confirmed.
“I was worried she’d be kind of ugly to be honest, growing up in that church and all” he chortled “but lucky us. She’s kind of hot!”
The two of them were called Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru of the Gojo clan. Geto was known for being able to absorb cursed spirits and Gojo possessed infinity and six eyes, two very rare and overpowered abilities. She understood why these two had been chosen to take care of her situation and she was thankful that they were certainly nice to look at, but she still wondered if there was some other way to lure out her curse. Hana had learned to keep it inside but only for so long before the awful thing emerged.
She looked up from her drink, her eyes wide as she studied them, aware that they had noticed her as well. Based on their body language, it appeared that they were talking about her, just out of earshot. Perhaps, because she was never properly socialized and was kept far away from the opposite sex, the idea of being alone with these men was daunting. She could feel her curse stirring inside of her as her heart beat quickly in her chest, realizing just how real everything was becoming. For the time being, she could suppress its energy enough but at some point, it was bound to come out.
For whatever reason, this thing needed Hana to remain chaste. As if it’s bond with her would weaken after Hana broke her celibacy, causing it to no longer have hold on her soul. The whole plan here was to entrust two young sorcerers to remove and exterminate her curse. This means, however, she was to lose her virginity. Once the deed was done, Hana’s curse would reveal itself and be taken care of, thus freeing Hana and opening the way for her to produce more Shirohane children. She was surprised that her incompetent elders hadn’t ordered that she just got pregnant while she was at it. Luckily, some maids kicked up enough of a stink to prevent that part.
Suddenly, the young men were just a foot or so away from her, probably having made their way to her while she was deep in thought. Hana could feel her spirit fester angrily inside of her, becoming territorial at the presence of these men but too afraid to make itself known. She did her best to hold it in, unsure of how long she could manage keeping it at bay.
“So…” the man with white hair, Gojo, began, stepping close to her and resting his elbow against the bar counter, peering at her above his sunglasses “You’re the girl we’re supposed to deflower, right?”
Hana’s face went ten shades of red as she opened her mouth to scold him for being so crass. Did this guy have any manners or shame? She understood and even accepted that she’d be sleeping with one of them but she had at least assumed he’d handle this whole situation with a sense of respect. She was interrupted when the darker haired one, Geto, hit Gojo in the back of the head hard, causing him to grunt in pain.
“Gojo, have some tact! This isn’t something to joke about!” he scolded, bickering for a moment with him, as Hana watched in horror. They were certainly very handsome, she noticed this as they got close. She felt an odd sensation she had rarely felt before while held up in the nunnery. She didn’t know what to do with this newfound feeling- perhaps this was desire.
He turned his attention back to the young lady, who’s eyebrows were knitted with worry, unsure if she was comfortable with this situation. He did agree, she was definitely attractive. She had her hair braided into a low, milk-maid-esque hairstyle with soft pink ribbons adorning each side. The white dress she wore certainly wasn’t risqué by any means, but the fabric did cover her in a way that accentuated her features immensely when she moved in her seat. Her skin was pale and illuminated under the neon signs of the bar. She nervously clutched an over the shoulder satchel. Aside from the part where they had to fight a giant monster, this job could be a whole lot worse. I mean, having sex with a beautiful woman was something most human men want to do more than anything.
“I guess that IS me…” she stammered, crossing her legs tightly.
Gojo and Geto were both surprised by the girl's response and looked at each other with a perplexed expression.
“I…..” she said, her voice trailing off as she spiraled somewhat, the stress of what comes next frightening her “I don’t know what to do.”
She was scared. Scared of the curse hurting more people and probably of making love for the first time.
Concerned, Geto placed a hand on the women’s shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, rubbing her shoulder as he tried to comfort her. He brought his face close to hers so he could hear her answer over the ambience of the bar. He noticed her eyes were tearing up as she threatened to cry.
Surprised by the sudden tenderness of the man, Hana’s face flushed. “I’m okay.”
“How old are you, Hana?” he asked.
“I just turned nineteen in December.” She was just a year or two younger than them.
“Hey Hana!” Gojo called over, still resting against the bar, his voice causing she and Geto to look his way. He had eaten the cherry out of her drink and swished the stem around in his mouth.
“Get a look at this” he smirked, sticking his tongue out to reveal the stem now tied in a knot.”
Geto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. How charming…Here they were on a mission and his friend insisted on being obnoxious. He understood the outrageousness of the task but he had hoped that Satoru would control himself to some extent.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hana, innocently asked, the innuendo flying over her head.
Christ…
Gojo smirked wickedly at Hana’s cluelessness, wanting to further tease her. “Oh don’t worry sweet Hana. You’ll find out soon.” he singsonged, forming a V with his fingers and flicking his tongue between them.
The girl simply blinked at him, still not quite catching on. Much to Geto’s horror, the white haired sorcerer bursted into laughter, earning a few stares.
“She doesn’t have a clue!” he whooped, slapping his knee as tears of laughter formed in his eyes “This girls a prude!”
Tired of the outbursts coming from the white haired man, the man behind the counter scolded him and demanded that they leave. After being told by the bartender to leave the establishment, Gojo began walking out of the bar. He remained unfazed by the glare that he shot in his direction.
“I suppose we should follow him.” Geto said, taking hold of Hana’s hand. With that, he followed his partner, leading her to the taxi Satoru had flagged down outside. Once they were seated, the more obnoxious of the two took note of Geto’s hand having been intertwined with hers. It amused him how soft his friend was behaving with this girl simply because she’d never had sex before. Like, sex wasn’t such a big deal. Why was she so freaked out by it? As for the cursed spirit in her? It didn’t stand a chance against him or Suguru.
“Oh! We’re holding hands, are we?” he began to tease once more before getting shot with a look of irritation. His friend glared at him, his dark eyes piercing into his soul. “Be. NICE.” he mouthed, gesturing to Hana, who sat shyly between them in the back of the taxi. Gojo quieted down with an eye roll, pouting that his friend had just scolded him again. What was he, Satoru’s dad?
Gojo smirked as he watched Suguru talk to Hana quietly, lifting her small hand up and kissing the back of it. He felt a slight pang of jealousy, unsure if it was directed at Hana or Suguru. Deciding that he wouldn’t be the only one who got to kiss the girl right now, Gojo planted a quick kiss on her cheek before bringing his lips against her ear.
“We are gonna take very very good care of you.” he whispered, his hand rubbing up and down her inner thigh. Hana shuddered at the sensation as the other man pecked her hand a couple times more before panting his own kiss on her temple.
“Ignore him, he’s an animal.” he murmured, his voice tickling her ear and making her blush “Everything will be alright.”
Soon the trio arrived in front of an extravagant hotel. Suguru picked it out, thinking it’d be a bit more special for Shirohane and a million times more appealing than a love hotel or something. He understood that this situation was probably both humiliating and frightening for the young women and wanted to make it as comfortable as possible.
Upon entering, Gojo dumped a bag containing various condoms, lubricant, and wet wipes onto the nightstand beside the bed before seating next to Hana. Her face heated up as she sat in between the two of them. She didn’t know why she didn’t expect him to bring condoms and whatnot. These were the usual things responsible people used when they had sex so she didn’t understand why the sight of them made her so embarrassed. She was grown now. She needed to grow up!
"So... What do ya think?" Gojo asked, looking over at Hana while stroking her thigh under the covers. "Are you ready for us to show you what real pleasure feels like?" He winked at her suggestively.
Her face grew red as she squirmed under his touch. Suguru gently began undoing her elaborate hairstyle, slowly letting each of her soft tendrils fall. “Your hair is beautiful.” he whispered, running his fingers through it. Taking a page from the other man’s book, Gojo began to nibble lightly on her ear as he continued rubbing her inner thigh, his hand dangerously close to some place very private of hers.
“You smell so good.” he hummed into her ear. She really did. Hana smelled like flowers or something, probably perfume.
Geto continued to undo Hana's elaborate hairstyle until it was completely loose and draped around her body.
“Pretty…” he murmured as he took notice of the way Hana shivered at the sound of their hushed voices. He had been studying her from the moment they met and couldn’t help but notice she had a very strong reaction whenever he or Satoru spoke to her. Shirohane would clam up and shiver at the feeling of their words vibrating off of her ears. It occurred to him that this act might be arousing to the little nun. So Hana was the kind of person who got turned on by aural stimulation.He also theorized that the sweet girl had a bit of a praise kink, though he doubted she’d even know what that meant. He can certainly work with that.
The dark haired man leaned into her ear as he ran his fingers down her side. “You’re so pretty, Hana.” he whispered, sending shivers down her spine. His lips found their way to her shoulder and he began to leave hot kisses from there to her neck. Her lips slightly parted as his hand gripped her jaw. He slowly turned her head to face Satoru. She let out a barely audible squeak as he deepened his kiss on her neck. His companion grinned wide, bringing his face inches from hers as he pulled her dress up until it rested at her mid thigh. He continued feeling the bare skin of her legs, taking in the sight of them. His other hand, slowly undid the tie of her dress, letting it slide open revealing a good amount of her cleavage. She was pretty well endowed under that conservative little dress of hers. His kind briefly pictured what she looked like in her nun attire and how interesting it’d be if he were removing that outfit instead. His eyes darkened as he felt like tormenting her some more.
“You like touching yourself?” He asked, suddenly slipping his hand up her snow white dress.
“No?” Hana breathed “I’ve never done that before. Nuns don’t exactly masturbate.”
“You’re so pure, aren’t you?” he laughed darkly “You're honestly telling me that you haven’t had dirty thoughts in your life?”
Suguru chuckled into Hana’s neck, taking in her scent, somewhat aroused by her innocence. He lifted his head from her for a moment before raising a mischievous eyebrow at Satoru.
“I figured out something she does like.” he told him, adding emphasis on ‘does’. “What this.” he smirked, leaning into her ear, still squeezing her jaw slightly before whispering into her ear.
“You like that, pretty girl?” he teased, watching as her face turned ten shades of red.
Catching on, Satoru grinned wolfishly before he too, whispered sweet nothings into her ear “You don’t say? Is it true?”
“You like that, don’t you?” Suguru asked, continuing to tease the ex-nun.
“Go on…tell us. It’s okay if you do.” the other man added, his breath tickling her skin.
Hana’s hand instinctively covered Gojo’s as he caressed her skin. Her womanhood burned with a need for something she couldn’t place.
“I think she wants you to touch her there.” Suguru quipped, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Unable to verbally tell him, she shook her head yes. Her face was twisted in a cute little expression. She was visibly aroused.
“Good girl” he purred as he began to feel her through her panties.
"We're gonna have fun tonight." Suguru added, his voice low and husky. "But first..." he trailed off, planting kisses across her jawline and down her collarbone. His hands roamed over her curves, caressing every inch of her flesh.
Gojo repeatedly rubbed Hana’s core through her panties as she whimpered slightly at his touch. As this was happening, the dark haired man nibbled lightly on her skin. He lapped at the soft skin of her breast. Poor Hana sighed softly as the pressure in between her legs began to build up.
"Are you feeling alright?" Geto asked, nuzzling her neck. "Is this what you wanted?" After doing this, hit gently but down on her shoulder. Their little virgin mewled in response, having never felt like this before.
“Oh yeah…she definitely wants this.” Gojo smirked, quickening his pace as he played with her clit.
"I can tell." replied Suguru, still teasing her with his kisses and whatnot "Is she getting wet?”
Gojo slid his hand under her panties, pawing at her womanhood before pulling it out and showing Geto his hand covered in her slick. They grinned as his hand returned to her panties as he suddenly began rubbing her roughly as she weakly kicked her feet, whining loudly. The sudden speed against her wetness produced a squishy sloshing sound that made the hair on her neck stand up. She didn’t know what exactly to do with herself behaving like this. All she did know, that she was excited and felt good. She couldn’t help but moan in response to his touches.
“Hana, you’re being very cute.” Suguru praised “I think someone needs to help clean up the mess she’s making down there.”
Before she could question his words, Suguru lowered himself down her body. Following along, Satoru grinned and lifted her legs so that they could remove her panties. Her heart dropped as Gojo took a seat behind her and held her legs open for his friend as he became eye level with her core.
“W-wait!” Hana begged, “That’s so embarrassing!”
Her cries went to deaf ears as Geto began to lap at her pussy.
"Shhh…just enjoy yourself princess." Geto whispered, his tongue flicking against her as he continued licking her.Hana let out a yelp in response as Satoru nibbled on her ear. His grip on her legs let go as the other pulled them over his shoulders, still preoccupied with eating Hana out. Gojo’s newly free hand reached up to fondle her perky breasts. He whispered a string of dirty things Hana dared not to repeat as they ganged up on her.
After some bit of this Hana’s sweet moans filled the room along with the sound of Geto’s mouth in between her legs. She felt something strong start to bubble up within her, the pleasure building as she threatened to erupt.
“Someone’s close.” Gojo sing-songed, looking down at her tortured expression “Be a good girl and cum for us.”
“Come on, I know you can do it. Go ahead and cum.” he growled “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Soon Hana let out a high pitched moan as she became unraveled. Her hands held Gojo’s with a death grip as she convulsed, her mouth wide open.
"Good girl!" Geto cheered, his head bobbing up and down as he licked her through her orgasm. When she finally stopped shaking he pulled away from her and looked at her face. It was flushed red and covered in sweat. "So beautiful..."
Dumfounded, Hana snapped her legs shut and backed away from Geto feeling slightly lightheaded as her back rested into Gojo, who laughed. “She’s never had an orgasm before…I think you scared the poor thing half to death.” he joked, stroking her hair and planting a kiss on the back of her neck as he held her against him.
"Oh no worries there's plenty more where that came from." Suguru chuckled, patting her cheek gently. "Now come here." he said, pulling her towards himself by her waist. As soon as she got close enough he lifted her onto his lap, spreading her thighs apart. "
Undoing his pants and pulling his hard member out, He instructed Gojo to retrieve the lubricant as he ridded Hana of her dress, leaving her bare. “What a cute little butt you have.” Gojo teased, suddenly appearing naked behind her and handing the lubricant over.
He sucked on her neck from behind as his hands explored her naked body. Having sufficiently prepared himself, Suguru positioned himself at her entrance as the other guided her hips down on his friend’s cock. Hana winced, groaning from a slight, dull, pained as Geto filled her insides. She buried her face into his neck as she struggled getting used to him.
“There you go baby.” Satoru instructed, rubbing her back “Take a deep breath. In and out…In and out..”
With every ‘in and out’. Suguru slowly thrusted inside of Hana as she gripped his shoulders shakily.
"There we go...that's right baby..." He encouraged, kissing her shoulder softly as he held her. His other hand ran through her long brown locks affectionately. "Just relax now...it'll be okay." he whispered quietly in her ear.
Gojo watched them with interest, as Hana quietly grew accustomed to getting fucked. Soon, she sighed intently, indicating that it was starting to feel good. She instinctively grinded her hips as he pounded her from below, his speed increasing as her breath hitched.
She whined as her little body began to bounce on top of him.
“Look who figured out how to ride-“ Gojo smirked.
The latter said nothing and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. He leaned forward so that their bodies were pressed together. "That's my girl!" he praised happily,
“ah ....ah” she panted, exhausted from the sudden exercise. Sensing she was losing stamina, he flipped her over and took charge. Gojo stroked himself as he waited for a turn with Hana, who at this point was writhing in pleasure. God, she was so hot. Finally Hana let out a cry and was presented before him, a complete mess. She rolled over as she struggled to catch her breath, resting her face against Geto’s lap. Not wanting to wait much longer, he gripped her hips and slid inside her from behind.
The dark haired sorcerer stroked her hair as she struggled getting used to having an entirely different cock inside her tight walls. Gojo smirked at her from below as he began to thrust. Her ass bounced with every smack of their skin.
She groaned into Suguru’s lap as Satoru fucked the daylights out of her.
“Ohhhh.” she moaned, her voice muffled.
As they continued to fuck, Hana’s volume increased. The two men could hear her breathing become heavier, and she was starting to sweat profusely.
Her high pitched breathing hysterically filled the room as she repeatedly moaned the word ‘oh’.
“I think you broke her.” Geto said, rubbing her shoulders as Gojo blew her back out.
They both chuckled as they felt her start to shake. Her hands squeezed onto the bed sheets tightly, and her legs twitched involuntarily.
“Oh my god..” she gasped as she felt herself climax once more.
"Fuck..." Suguru muttered under his breath as he watched her cum again. He definitely tried to be accommodating to her because of the situation and this seemed to have succeeded seeing that she was writhing underneath them. As Satoru pulled out of her and disposed of the used condom, Hana weakly crawled into the latter’s arms and buried her face into his chest. He praised her greatly and planted a few kisses on the top of her head, making sure the little nun was okay after everything.
"It's okay baby." he whispered softly into her ear, kissing her cheek. "I’ll take care of you now." He held her close, wrapping his arm around her waist protectively. He looked down at her exhausted expression.
She sniffled for a moment, crying softly into his arms as he cuddled her. To be honest, Satoru had never seen him act this gentle with another person before. This was certainly interesting.
He wrapped a blanket around her and kissed her softly on the mouth. “For some reason, I feel really emotional.” she said, crying once more. Oh….That’s right. He had suspected there’d be waterworks after the deed was done. A pang of guilt ran through him as he wished that maybe he could have handled this better. She looked up at him sadly “I’m not a whore am I?”
"Of course not." he said, cupping her cheek in his hand. He brushed away a tear that had rolled down her cheek.
“….Cause I’ve never done it before now ... .If it weren’t for my curse, I wouldn’t have, you know” she said, feeling compelled to defend herself for some reason “I mean I was a nun.”
Satoru sighed “Honestly? Who cares as long as you enjoyed yourself right?” perhaps not saying the best thing at the moment “Why does it matter what people think?”
Suguru rolled his eyes and kissed Hana on the forehead.
“How about instead of talking, you put up a veil for when this thing comes out.” he instructed “And would you take care of her for god’s sake.”
Suddenly, Hana’s curse made itself known. Roaring with fury, the thing tore through some of the furniture, breaking walls and everything in its path. It made a beeline for Hana only to get intercepted by Satoru, who had gotten dressed just a second ago. Quickly, he dealt a damaging blow before Geto raced to exorcize it, swallowing it whole.
Hana sat there, wrapped up in blankets as she stared in awe. Her curse had finally been broken. It was one of the most terrifying experiences she had ever faced but then it was over in a second. She had never considered it seriously because her heart was set on becoming a nun as expected of her, but maybe she should do something like this for others. Okay, so maybe not the threesome part- something she wondered if it was even really necessary. She obviously couldn’t be a nun so maybe she should just hone her cursed technique and become a proper sorcerer? She still felt an obligation to repopulate her clan but she could definitely help others to an extent.
"Are you okay?" Geto asked worriedly, appearing next to her. "Is your body hurt?"
Hana smiled slightly, shaking her head no.
The three of them lifted the protective veil and left the destroyed room with their things. It took a second so they stood outside on the curb, waiting for a taxi to arrive and take them home. Hana’s legs trembled as she stood there. She no longer felt that horrible feeling of dread everywhere she turned. She felt like she was no longer trapped in a path she didn’t initially choose and was happy to finally be able to make that choice. There were things she couldn’t get out of like having a baby to grow her clan, but she could still walk with stride knowing that she could make a difference in her life.
Later on their way to drop Hana off, Geto pulled her flip phone out of her purse and programmed his number in it. “In case you want to call me.” he said with a grin. Her cheeks flushed upon receiving her phone from him. She promised she’d call sometime.
Seeing this play out and feeling a tinge of guilt (and jealousy of Hana) for not having comforted Shirohane after they were done, he snatched her phone out of her hand and added himself as a contact as well.
“You know ... .you never got to find out what I could do with my tongue.” he smirked before turning in his seat.
Finally, the car stopped and several servants ushered Hana into her home, a very large mansion. She waved goodbye over her shoulder as they drove off.
The vehicle fell into a somewhat awkward silence as the two young men recollected on just how up close and personal they got with each other.
“Dude….why are you so big?” Gojo suddenly blurted “Like I get you’re a big, tall guy, but even your dick is huge! Mine is pretty long too but not like that!!” he complained.
Geto chuckled and ran his hand through his hair "I don't know man, that's just how God made me. Don't worry, you're perfect just the way you are"
“I know that! That poor girl didn’t know what to do with me!” he gloated, thinking about the way she trembled under him as he fucked her.
They both laughed at him "She probably felt like she was going to be crushed by you!" Geto teased.
“Yeah well I didn’t realize you were into eating girls out that much.”
“What?!” Suguru laughed, “You literally insulated that you would eat Hana out right after we met her.”
With that, they bickered into the night, much to the taxi drivers dismay. Tonight was certainly an interesting mission but they did do (an exceptionally) good job. Ignoring the fact that they fucked that little nun senseless, everything went according to plan. Now they just had to do something about the destroyed hotel wing.