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

Note: This chapter is two chapters in one

The curse cast by Geto Suguru's hypnotic curse spirit will completely disappear the moment the cursed person realizes it.

It was just a momentary prank, and he probably didn't intend for it to last long.

However, standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom of the teachers' dormitory, it was the first time that Gojo Satoru saw himself being pranked.

The ill-fitting black and white lace maid dress was tight on her upper body, and the lines of her shoulders, back and arms were stretched due to congestion, revealing the not-so-obvious light blue veins.

Two thin black hairpins are pinned to the back of the head to fix the headband and cat ears. The choker on the neck is made of leather with soft fur inside, which can hold the throat without leaving any marks.

Various bright colors were applied on her face. Even after washing and wiping with a facial towel in the morning, the original color did not fade. The quality and waterproof performance of the cosmetics are probably first-class. It seems that someone spent a lot of effort to do the prank.

The bell on his neck was shaking, so he simply reached out and fiddled with it. The metal balls collided inside, making a crisp sound.

"Ding-ling-ling..." It sounds quite nice.

“Well…” Gojo Satoru stared at himself in the mirror and sighed, “Am I really that angry?”

It directly turns her into a big panda maid. Panda will probably cry when she sees it.

The back of the modified maid outfit is made of several black silk ropes that are perforated and knotted together. A wide bow is tied at the waist, connecting the upper and lower parts. If it is pulled apart, it seems that everything will fall apart.

He simply lifted up the entire hem of his dress and planned to take it off. However, halfway through the action, he suddenly stopped, turned sideways to the mirror, and blinked.

About five centimeters above the hip, a dog bone was drawn on it with a watercolor pen.

The painting is well done, with smooth lines and even vivid details on the bones. It is about the length of his palm and lies across his lower back with its claws and fangs bared.

Just by looking at it, one can almost imagine how the person holding the pen lies on the edge of the bed to complete her masterpiece, and then gives a smug smile after the prank is successful.

"Oh my, is Youxin an adult? She is so childish."

However, even though he said this, Gojo Satoru still calmly took out his mobile phone, pointed it at the bone, and took a picture to save it.

"It's just evidence I collected." He raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "I'll bring them back together in the future."

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Information prompt 1: Administrator [Summer is not hot] replied: Received.

Information Tip 2: Already downloaded

Information Tip 3: The topic post "Regarding the newcomer Yushin Yuji at Tokyo School, who is this woman?" has been hidden by the administrator [夏不热].

Information prompt 4: Administrator [Summer is not hot] replied: I feel like it’s time to beat him up.

"How come you have time to come here today?"

In the laboratory of Tokyo Jujutsu High School, Ieiri Naoko, wearing a white coat, stood in front of the table and asked with interest, "Have you bought the wine I want to exchange it for?"

"...What?" Gojo Satoru scrolled through his phone and suddenly heard her question. He looked up and asked, "What do you want to exchange the wine for?"

"Change the photos." Ieiri Naoko placed a dozen selected photos she had taken in front of Gojo Satoru. They were all "personal photos" of him walking around the campus. "If the students saw them, even you would have a very bad reputation."

"Hey, Nazko, what do you mean by 'even if it's me'?" Gojo Satoru complained, "My reputation has always been very good."

He is probably the only one who agrees with this view.

"So much nonsense, do you want to change it or not?"

"No need." Gojo Satoru pressed the lock screen button, put his phone down, leaned back on the table and said calmly, "Glass, if you wanted to send it, you would have sent it a long time ago."

"Besides, the one you have is not the only one. Jie and Youxin must have taken more exciting photos."

"Ah... boring." The ten bottles of wine flew away, and Jialiu Naoko put her phone aside. "So, what are you doing here today?"

The injured sorcerers in the past few days have been cured and sent away, and there are no new corpses. Even the curse masters have become more peaceful than ever before. It is a rare peaceful time recently, and she can finally free up her hands to do things that interest her.

She was in a good mood, so even when Gojo Satoru came over with an annoying expression on his face that said "I have some questions that I need your answers, Nozomi", she didn't chase him away.

Naoko Ieiri even decided that as long as the questions were not particularly stupid, she would answer them seriously.

But this guy rarely said it right away. His eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about what to say next, so he needed to organize his words carefully.

She waited patiently for a while, but seeing that he was still like a gourd with its mouth sawed off, she simply treated him as a 1.9-meter-tall clothes hanger and turned around to continue busying herself with her own things.

Wearing white plastic gloves and holding the beaker and volumetric flask, she shook the viscous black-green liquid in the glass bottle, carefully poured out one-fifth of it, and sorted the objects shown in the list in her hand into categories and carried out reaction experiments in order.

This is the item that Kenji Kamo handed over after his failed attempt to assassinate Yuji Itadori at the last exchange meeting.

It is said that it was given to him by a mysterious person who claimed to be from the Kamo family.

Gojo Satoru was not surprised by this specifically targeted conspiracy, but he also felt annoyed.

After using the six eyes to analyze it and finding no magical power or curse in it, it was sent to Nozomi Ieiri's laboratory, waiting for her to take it out for research when she had time.

Marble, whose main component is calcium carbonate, does not react.

Freeze-dried meat does not react.

The freshly picked leaves had no reaction.

Ieiri Naoko thought for a moment and simply put in the feathers plucked from the crow controlled by Senior Sister Meiming, but there was still no reaction.

"Wow." At this moment, Gojo Satoru, who had been quiet all the time, suddenly came to the other side, pointed at the floating crow feather and said, "Glass, you really look like a magic witch making dark potion."

Ieiri Naoko tightened her grip on the beaker.

So annoying, if she was a witch, she would be the first to silence Gojo Wudu. Even Jie would be very grateful to her.

"You have one minute to say what you want to say," she said impatiently, "otherwise, I'll throw what I have in my hand on your face and ask you to get out."

"Hey...Noseko has such a bad temper. Does she usually treat her patients like this?" Gojo Satoru complained.

No, but now she just wants to beat people into patients.

Ieiri Naoko raised her arms expressionlessly and threatened: "59,58,50,39, , , ......"

"Wait, you jumped a lot."

"10...."

"Okay, I'll tell you now." Gojo Satoru wisely retreated to his original position, his face showing a mixture of helplessness, hesitation and reluctance.

It’s like a student who has just cramd for an exam and is about to see the results.

But he is not that kind of person at all, so Ieiri Shoko is somewhat surprised and curious.

She put down the experimental equipment, crossed her arms, looked at Gojo Satoru across the experimental table, and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"......." Gojo Satoru supported his hand on the table, facing the window, and after a two-second pause, he asked, "Glass, you probably have guessed who picked that skirt for you, right?"

The atmosphere in the room became quiet.

The rainy season has not ended in Tokyo in July, but today is sunny and still not too cool.

The sunlight from outside the window poured in. Gojo Satoru was not wearing an eye mask, and the light in his blue eyes flickered smartly.

"Yeah. I guessed it." Ieiri Naoko put down her hand and nodded calmly, "So what?"

"what do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is..." He pursed his lips tightly and asked in one go, "What do you think of Youxin's view of me?"

"You mean in terms of love?"

"Eh?" Gojo Satoru showed an unexpectedly surprised expression, as if he had never expected her to say that.

"Huh?" And Ieiri Shoko was completely surprised by his surprised reaction.

The two looked at each other.

"No." Gojo Satoru jumped up and shook his head like a cat that was drenched in water. "I'm just asking you about your normal friendship!"

"......Alright." Ieiri Naoko glanced at Gojo Satoru and said in a low voice, "I thought he finally got it."

"Still so slow in the end."

It felt like I had bought popcorn, Coke and the best tickets in advance, but the movie had only been going on for five minutes when the ending song started and the creators came out to say "thank you for watching".

What a waste of her gossipy heart.

Never mind, everyone she knew was like this. The habit would soon become second nature.

"Glass." The love idiot who had been single since birth in front of her tilted his head and looked at her, asking in confusion, "You haven't answered my question just now."

"Why are you suddenly curious about this?" Ieiri Naoko came back to her senses and said helplessly, "Isn't she still not tolerant enough towards you?"

If it were her, she would be inexplicably thrown to Mount Kilimanjaro by Gojo Satoru. She would not care about the friendship between them and would directly carry the people to the nearby Great Rift Valley of East Africa, dig a hole, kill them and bury them on the spot.

"That is to say..." Gojo Satoru replied in a low voice, "About that letter. I wrote to you and Jie, but I didn't."

"Why on earth is this happening?"

Ieiri Naoko felt like she was about to burst out laughing from anger.

Probably since she graduated from kindergarten, she has never heard such remarks as "Why do they have it but I don't?"

Hearing it again from this guy's mouth now, it's like reliving my childhood memories.

But Ieiri Naoko didn't want to be grateful at all. She said bluntly, "After all this time, is this all you want to ask?"

If this question had come from Gojo Satoru's mouth during his technical high school days, it wouldn't have seemed so abrupt, and she wouldn't have been so surprised.

But now this person, who has worked with me for many years and has grown up to be able to stand on his own feet, and who is a mature adult even though he is naive, actually asks this.

"Yes." Gojo Satoru explained, "Because, we can't ask Fushiguro Shinobu this. He won't answer even if he is laughed at to death."

"Then why don't you ask Jay?" she asked. "If it's Jay, he probably won't laugh at you."

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, but paused for a moment and didn't say anything. He looked a little confused, as if the option of asking Geto Suguru had never entered his mind as an alternative option.

It turned out that I never thought of asking Jay.

It seems that he is not a complete idiot. At least his intuition is very sharp.

Ieiri Naoko rolled her eyes with interest, tapped her arm, and said to him, "For things like this, it's better to ask the person himself."

"It is not difficult for your character to ask frankly why you did not write to me."

"...Go ask her in person." Gojo Satoru scratched his hair in annoyance and whispered, "We'll talk about it later."

It's obvious that he wants an answer, but he also seems to have certain psychological expectations of what the other person will say.

He probably realized that he has not been fully trusted yet, and wanted to ask questions and test the waters, but he was afraid that it would have the opposite effect again, and would push people further away.

She withdrew her previous judgment and would rather stay here and get angry than run over rashly. Well, how can this not be considered a kind of growth? She has indeed become a slightly mature adult.

"By the way." Gojo Satoru, who was judged to be a mature adult, put down the mess of hair that he had messed up, turned his head and asked her suddenly, "Glass, why did you suddenly bring up the topic of love?"

Because I am too smart and you are all stupid, she thought.

But that can't be said.

"Is it because of that love post? Did you see it too?"

This guy has already defined a topic post that is meant for provocation and seeking intelligence as a love post.

"Yes." She agreed without hesitation, "So, I thought you were here to ask this. But it seems that it was just my misunderstanding."

"Oh." Gojo Satoru lowered his head and rubbed his lower back. He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Why don't you tell me what you understand?"

"What are you talking about? About Youxin's love?"

Using such a gossipy tone, Gojo Satoru seemed to be so bored that he was still discussing these things after finishing the topic.

Is it a disguise? Or is he really just curious?

Ieiri Naoko withdrew her gaze with understanding.

"The topic of love." Ieiri Naoko changed the topic and said calmly, "There shouldn't be anything to discuss in this regard."

“…Why?”

"Gojo, let me ask you a question," said Ieiri Shoko, "What do you think of Yushin's personality?"

"Emmm... soft-hearted, timid, easily fooled, and a little silly."

Ieiri Glass: "......"

"That's just what you think!" She said unhappily, "In the eyes of most people, she is a sincere, gentle, kind and friendly big sister."

".......Wow, Nitro, you have such a big filter. How can Youxin become a big sister?"

“Don’t interrupt.” She rolled her eyes and continued, “Let me ask you again, what does Youxin look like.”

"Well, it's very nice." Gojo Satoru said, "Zenin Naoya is just talking nonsense."

"Do you think she's popular?"

“Probably.” Gojo Satoru said.

You can get a lot of people's contact numbers just by walking on the street. People will come up to you and chat with you from time to time. There's even a crazy person like Shimizu Masato. No matter how you look at it, he must be super popular.

"But, Glass, what exactly do you want to express?" Gojo Satoru asked in confusion.

"What I want to say is," Ieiri Naoko knocked on the table and said bluntly, "According to Yuxin's configuration, he has a good personality, good looks, and is popular, but he is still like the sorcerer who is so busy that he is forced to be single."

"But she has always been single."

"If it was just a slow personality, it wouldn't have come to this."

"Essentially, she's a super avoidant type. She's probably the type of girl who, when she encounters something that has to do with love, will run away to a faraway place without looking back."

"So love and the like are completely non-existent topics for her."