Curse Back to Five Summers: Best Friends Are an Excuse for Couples

Even if he had to take action, Geto Suguru mercifully thought that they should be allowed to know the truth. It would be too rude to let them go to hell without knowing what was going on.

"What I'm about to do is a bit rude to you all, but if I don't do it, you'll make things difficult for my lover. So, after thinking about it for a long time, I finally made a decision to send all of you to hell to repent."

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After a long and anxious wait, Ye Moth finally waited for the door of the secret room to open. The Geto who came out of it looked even more disheveled than before. His face and body were covered in blood. The zipper of his coat was half loose, and his white shirt was stained with large patches of blood.

When Ye Moth saw Geto Suguru appear at the door like this, his pupils suddenly contracted.

As the door opened, a hint of bloody smell gradually filled the air. He looked at the dull-faced man in disbelief, and finally realized what Geto Suguru had done inside.

At once, almost all the blood in the body flowed back to protect the heart, making the moth's limbs become cold.

Although it was a warm day in early summer, the night breeze from the forest blowing in through the open window in the corridor made him feel particularly cold.

"what have you done?"

This question was redundant. As early as when the real person appeared, Gojo Satoru had told him that if it came to the last resort, he would ruthlessly massacre the General Directors' Council.

Now, has it reached the point of no return?

"Sugaru, tell me!"

Geto Suguru took a deep breath. Mixed with the strong smell of blood was a hint of the scent of mountain grass and trees, a fragrance unique to this season.

It does not have the extremely humid and oxygen-deficient feeling of midsummer, nor the sweet fragrance of dry grass and trees in autumn, nor the bitter smell of winter. It is a smell unique to early summer.

Geto Suguru smiled, and his face, which combined delicateness and handsomeness, looked very dangerous in such a quiet night.

"If the principal wants to know, just go in and take a look yourself."

After saying this, Geto Xia Yu held one shoulder and stretched his neck, then walked back along the way he came.

This time, the moth did not want to chase after him. After standing there for a long enough time, when another gust of cool night wind blew across his body, the moth shivered slightly and finally regained some consciousness.

He stared at the door that was only wide enough for one person to enter and exit. The bright light inside formed a sharp contrast with the extremely low-wattage light in the corridor.

In fact, it is already very obvious what happened inside, so it doesn’t make much sense to go in and confirm it.

However, for some unknown reason, the moth still walked in with heavy steps.

Just before entering the secret room, he finally dialed Gojo Satoru's number.

The scene was even more tragic than he had imagined. The screen was in tatters and the bodies of several senior officials were lying all over the place.

Looking at the faces of these old men, Ye Moth suddenly remembered that this was the first time he saw the appearance of the people behind the screen, and the first time he knew their true identities.

"Sugar Oil," Ye Moth sighed heavily and closed his eyes worriedly, "You've gotten into big trouble this time."

After leaving the building, Geto Suguru walked aimlessly on the small path within the high school. He didn't know where to go next.

Should I sleep in Gojo Satoru's dormitory for a night, or let the manta ray curse spirit take me home?

After more than a year, my hands are stained with human blood again, and the feeling is indescribable.

The blood on my hands had dried long ago, but once I sweated, they felt very sticky again. Even the smell of rust mixed with sweat from my hands made me want to vomit.

Geto Xia Yu stopped under the street light. The night breeze blew away the sweat that was densely oozing from his forehead and back. He raised his hands to look, and saw that the palms and fingers of both hands were almost stained red by the blood of the rotten oranges.

He was thinking, after doing this, what should he do next?

Will he be considered a curse caster?

Will the High Commissioner hand me over to the Hokkaido Spell Alliance for trial?

Or……

As Geto Suguru was watching, he suddenly noticed something strange. He slowly put down his hand and saw Gojo Satoru, who was breathing heavily and appeared a few meters in front of him.

Gojo Satoru stood there silently looking at him. Even through the layers of bandages, Geto Suguru could still feel Gojo Satoru's gaze on his body and face.

"It just appeared suddenly. Did it use teleportation?"

"Jie, what are you..."

When Geto Suguru saw Gojo Satoru, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his originally confused face. His narrow eyes were curved like the crescent moon in the sky. Unlike the killing spree in the secret room just now when he didn't even blink, in front of Gojo Satoru, he instantly turned back into the gentle and friendly fox.

Gojo Satoru walked towards him, and Geto Suguru ran towards him regardless of anything.

The teachers' uniforms of the technical college had long been tattered and covered with knife marks. The zipper of the top was not zipped up, and there were bloodstains and splattered blood on the white shirt inside.

Geto Suguru didn't consider whether it would dirty Gojo Satoru's clothes, he just hugged his lover without any care.

"Jie..." Gojo Satoru finally came to his senses and hugged him back.

"How did you get yourself into this state? What's with all that blood?"

Geto Suguru didn't care about all this. The wound caused by Nozomi's samurai sword had become numb due to the pain. Once the numbness set in, it didn't hurt as much anymore, just a burning sensation.

As for when they arrived at the secret room of the Directors' Meeting, those very old idiots were unable to give him an effective counterattack.

Gojo Satoru took Geto Suguru away from his arms. He looked at Geto Suguru's face. Geto Suguru's handsome and charming face was now covered with blood.

He had wiped the blood from his nose roughly, and now the traces of the wipes could still be clearly seen under the light of the street lamp.

There was a shallow wound on his cheekbone caused by the tip of the knife, and Gojo Satoru could tell that the rest of the blood was not Geto Suguru's, but someone else's.

He held Geto Suguru's face with both hands and tried hard to wipe the blood off his face with his thumb.

However, the blood had already dried up and was imprinted on Geto Suguru's face like a tattoo. Gojo Satoru was reluctant to rub it hard for fear of hurting him.

He couldn't bear to see Geto Suguru bleed. Whenever there was blood on Geto Suguru's body, he couldn't help but think of the last time they met in the alley of the high school.

At that time, Geto Suguru's right arm was broken and blood was flowing out uncontrollably, staining half of his body and face red.

Then there was the last time when he found him in the abandoned house in Geto Suguru's hometown. He had lost too much blood and his whole body had become pale and broken.

It was as fragile as a transparent crystal, which would break if not handled with care. Gojo Satoru never wanted to see it again.

Such a scene was too eye-catching, and such a memory was unforgettable. He was very afraid of facing that situation again.