Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

"Master Getsuyu!"

A loud and low cry came from the front, accompanied by the sound of quick running. It was two girls.

Nanako with yellow hair stood slightly forward, her fingers with pink nail polish tightly holding a rabbit-ear mobile phone, facing Gojo Satoru.

Mimiko, with her brown-black hair, stood a little further back, holding a rope and also looking at us warily.

The hostility is obvious.

"Gojo Satoru, what did you do to Master Geto?" Nanako's eyes widened as she moved back and forth between Geto and me. "Miguel said that Master Geto was cursed and turned into a woman. What's going on now?"

"Hurry up and change Master Geto back."

Do they also think that Gojo Satoru has caused a split in Geto Suguru?

Could it be that he ate too many cursed spirits and suddenly learned how to create shadow clones without any instruction?

"Mimiko Nanako." Seeing the two adopted daughters appear, Xia Yujie's expression became noticeably gentler: "Put away your weapons first."

"Master Geta." Nanako seemed to be comforted. She put her phone back in her pocket and looked at me: "If Master Geta is here, then who are you?"

who am I?

Honestly, this question is difficult to answer.

According to the setting, I am the gender-swapped version of Geto Suguru.

By status, I am his twin sister.

So which one should I say?

I turned my eyes to the deity for help.

"Let's find a place to talk first." He looked around and looked towards a place: "Let's go there."

I followed his gaze and saw a coffee shop located on the corner of the street.

The dark green signboard reads "Summer" in English, which means summer.

In the middle of winter, seeing a coffee shop called Summer is somewhat out of place.

Although it was on a busy street, it was deserted with very few customers, which made it a perfect place for conversation.

I ordered a latte and a chiffon cake, but the rest of the people, including Gojo Satoru, did not order anything.

It’s easy to deal with others, but Gojo Satoru didn’t even click on it, which is really magical.

The booth seats four people, so how to allocate the seats becomes a problem.

"Of course Master Getsuyu will do it with us." Mimiko glared at us unceremoniously: "We can just sit on either side of him."

"That won't work." Gojo Satoru retorted, "He is now a prisoner in the High School. How can we just let him sit with you guys?"

"Gojo Satoru!"

"Just give up on this idea."

Seeing that they were about to quarrel before they even started talking, the three of them looked at Geto Xiayou: "Geto/Sir Xiayou, which side do you choose?"

What a fatal problem. No matter which side you sit on, you won’t be pleased.

"How about this," I said, "Gojo Satoru and I will sit on one side, and the two of you will sit on the other side. Go get a stool and let him sit on the third side."

This compromise was the only solution that everyone agreed to, although sitting like this, especially with a piece of cake in front, made it look like someone was celebrating a birthday.

Five people came at once, and the owner seemed particularly excited. He not only brought coffee and cake, but also gave them a cherry blossom-shaped pink strawberry daifuku: "This is a gift from our store, please accept it."

In order to put the plate down, he moved a little closer, and Xia Yujie frowned slightly.

Nanako saw this and immediately said, "Hey, stay away, you're not needed here."

Mimiko also said, "Go away."

"Ah?" The boss looked at them unexpectedly, and seeing their faces full of resistance and even disgust, he said repeatedly in disappointment: "Okay, I get it, I'll leave right away."

Then he walked away with a lost look on his back.

I saw him walk all the way to the corner and just sit there and shut himself up.

"..."

"Who are you? Why are you dressing like Master Getsu? Were you sent by Gojo Satoru to confuse us? What did you do to Master Getsu?" After the boss left, Nanako couldn't wait to ask a series of questions.

"She..." Xia Youjie said, "She can be considered my twin sister."

Yes is yes, no is no, what does it mean to just consider it as such?

Observing the confused expressions of the two people, Xia Youjie simply used his imagination to exaggerate the identity of Gojo Satoru and me.

"Jie..." He paused, "When Jie and I were just born, she was abducted abroad by someone with bad intentions. She lived a very difficult life for a while, and only after she showed her talent as a sorcerer did her life get better. It was only recently that she traced back to her own origins and returned home."

There are basically no omissions.

When Mimiko heard that I was his sister, especially after learning about my "tragic" life experience, her expression towards me immediately became much better.

But Nanako still had doubts. When she saw me and Gojo Satoru sitting together, she asked, "Are you sure, Master Geto? Could it be that Gojo Satoru did this on purpose to deceive you?"

"You underestimate your Master Xia Yu, don't you?" He said slowly, "Does he look like a man who could be easily deceived?"

Mimiko disagreed, "Nanako, you can't question Master Geto like that."

"I am not only his sister, I am also your Master Xia Yu's savior." I said, "I saved his life, shouldn't you be grateful to me?"

"What do you mean you saved Master Xiayou?" She looked at Xiayou Jie in surprise, and saw him nod slightly, "If it weren't for Jie, I might be dead now."

"Alright." She exhaled, "You saved Master Xia Yu. What do you want? Money? A curse tool? Or someone to kill for you? The Pansei Cult can do all of these for you, as long as you return Master Xia Yu."

Of course it’s money. The more the better. I never have too much.

"Then I want 20 billion," I said.

"Are you robbing me?" Nanako yelled, "Then where can we find you 20 billion?"

"Isn't Master Geto worth 10 billion in your eyes?"

"That being said." She was still unconvinced: "You are asking for too much."

"Okay." I sighed, "Then I don't want any money, or any curses, or you to kill anyone."

"Have you seen that boss?" I picked up the latte, took a sip, and almost spit it out.

It was terribly bitter, and with the addition of weird-tasting milk and too much sugar, drinking the mixture was like eating bitter melon meatballs mixed with brown sugar.

To sum it up in two words, it tastes bad.

No wonder there are almost no customers in a place with such a large flow of people. It's a miracle that it has survived until now.

I tried my best to maintain my original mysterious expression and not embarrass myself as an adult in front of two little kids.

"Did you see that boss?" I raised my chin and said in his direction, "I want you to sincerely apologize to him for your rude words just now."