***

While Flone was excited about giving the new honored guest a tour of ‘her’ place, contrary to her expectation the three were actually panicking. First was the thought of separating from Ai again and the second was instant teleportation happening to them followed by Gojo going to bed with their mom. Well Miyako was just a bit uncomfortable about having to stay overnight at a conglomerate place and understandably Flone decided the best course of action was to choke them to knock them all out.

Regarding that, they didn’t have time after they got teleported to Shinomiya crib. This prompted Hayasaka to sigh as she personally brought the guests to their guest room. As Hayasaka quickly dragged the guests to the guest room and tuck them to bed for the night, she had set up maids on standby in case their needs ever arise. Ruby, Aqua, and Miyako eventually woke up early in the morning due to the fact they had school and work to do.

***
Gotta rewind things and recap a bit.

Let's be realistic here. It's natural to have breaks during sexual intercourse, as it aligns with typical human standards of sexual activity. However, it's worth noting that Gojo has impressive stamina and could go on without pause.

The same couldn't be said about his milk production, as he was reaching his limit and seriously needed rest. Hell, he never even went this long with Flone, Kaguya Otsutsuki, or Hayasaka. As for Ai, she unknowingly had pent-up hidden sexual frustration, which allowed her to go 'all out' and continue throughout the entire night. 

After their passionate encounter, they lay next to each other, enjoying a moment of rest and… the afterglow? One of them was just catching their breath, while the other breathed heavily and soon decided to knock out, falling asleep. As Ai saw the sun rise, she decided to get up as it was early morning.

Ai wasted no time and swiftly headed to the shower. Once refreshed, she returned to the bedroom, only covering her voluptuous body in a towel. Her eyes fell upon Gojo's outfit, piquing her curiosity. Without much thought, she found herself trying it on, and then, in an unexpected turn of events, she stumbled upon a virgin killer sweater in Miyako's wardrobe. Not questioning why Miyako had something there, she decided to put it on and was a bit surprised to find that it fit her well.

Ai let out a sigh, contemplating whether to wake up Gojo. With the night behind them, she felt the need to address the lingering uncertainties. But as she gazed at Gojo's peaceful, yet weary face, a wave of butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She couldn't help but be drawn to him in that moment, feeling a growing connection. She shook her head, trying to shake off the growing attraction she felt, reminding herself of her responsibilities as a single mother.

Shaking her head firmly, Ai snapped herself out of her daze. She reminded herself of her priorities and responsibilities as a single mother. This was not the time for personal distractions or fleeting emotions. She needed to focus on her children and their well-being.

‘Ahhh that reminds me, my childrens are so cute. Yep, as expected of my children!’ Ai happily exclaimed internally.

As Ai's thoughts wandered to her children, a warm smile tugged at the corners of her lips. It was a bittersweet feeling, knowing that they had been growing up under Miyako's care in her absence. She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and joy for their well-being. Her children were her entire world, her most precious treasures. The thought of finally being able to express her love for them in person also filled her heart with an overwhelming sense of purpose.

Miyako had been there to provide care in her absence, for which Ai was grateful, but the ache of not being present lingered within her.

“Four years…” Ai's voice trembled with a hint of sorrow as she acknowledged the weight of her separation from her children. The passage of time had created a void in her heart, knowing that she had missed out on precious moments of their growth and development.

However, she quickly reminded herself that dwelling on the past wouldn't change anything. She was alive now after such an incredible opportunity, and the chance to be with her children. She would have done anything for that.

Coming back to the present situation, Ai's gaze went back on Gojo's peaceful sleeping face. In the quiet of the room, a whirlwind of emotions swept through her. Here was a man she had just met, and slept with, yet he had already made a profound impact on her life and the lives of her children. She was slowly seeing him in a positive light even if her children were kind of against him. It was as if a tiny seed of something more had been planted during their encounter.

But then her mind replayed yesterday's incident in vivid detail, a flush of embarrassment spread across her face.  It was a bit hard to believe that she had been the one to initiate it and extremely passionate about it. She then quickly tries to calm her heart down by doing something else. To clear her head and regain composure, she swiftly shifted her focus to something else. Determined to shake off the haze, she decided that cooking breakfast would be the perfect distraction from dwelling on last night's events.

She quickly walked to the kitchen and scanned Miyako's kitchen for ingredients and was a bit weirded out about how almost empty it was but still delighted by what she found: a pancake mix, a carton of eggs, a milk carton, stick of butter, 6 pieces of strawberries and a pack of raw bacon. Since she didn't know Gojo's preferences and what he liked, she decided to make a simple classic American breakfast. Nothing can be wrong with bacon and pancakes in the morning. She put on her apron and started cooking something up.

She decided to mix the pancake mix with diced strawberries, milk, and a drop of her saliva (that she didn’t notice) to enhance the flavor. After letting the batter rest for 6 minutes while waiting for the stove to get hot, it's time to cook. Ai's mind wanders, still recalling last night's incident. She can't seem to forget the way Gojo embraced her, it was so vivid. And here you can insert graphic details or I don't know what else to say, but just imagine wild passionate copulating in a safe way.

However, intertwined with these emotions, she also feels a sense of nervousness. This feeling is unfamiliar to her, as she rarely experiences such raw intense intimate emotions for someone. Even her past relationships fail to provide the same level of comfort that she felt from Gojo's embrace.

As her mind continues to wander, she suddenly detects an unpleasant smell, like something burning. Her senses snap back into focus as she remembers that she was in the midst of cooking breakfast. When she flips the pancake, it reveals a dark, blackened bottom and emits a charred aroma. Realizing the potential danger, she sets aside thoughts of the night and redirects her attention to the task at hand. She proceeds to finish cooking the remaining pancakes before plating them up.

Finally done setting up, she makes up her mind to wake Gojo up, hoping they can enjoy breakfast together. Her heart races as she approaches him, her mind processing for a way to alleviate the awkwardness that's about to come. Upon opening the bedroom door, she is taken aback to discover that Gojo is up. Their gazes meet, and in that fleeting moment, a connection is forged before Ai swiftly shifts the conversation, diverting their attention to the fact that she has prepared breakfast for both of them at the dining table.

"Hey, um, breakfast is ready," Ai stammered, her eyes darting around nervously. She stood with her hands behind her back, a hint of anticipation in her voice. "Would you like to join me, Gojo-san?"

***

Gojo POV

Gojo's eyes flutter open as he hears the sound of running water from the bathroom, signaling that someone is taking a shower. Still in a haze, his head feels disoriented, unsure of whether the events of last night were real or just a product of Ai's Hoshigan technique. Before he can dwell on it further, Ai emerges from the bathroom, her damp hair wrapped in a towel, a fresh glow on her face from her recent shower.

Gojo, who was in a state of absolute confusion now not knowing what to do if this was actually reality, quickly pretends to sleep, hoping that Ai wouldn't notice that he is already awake. While Ai was casually strolling around, humming tunes and doing things she shouldn’t be doing, like wearing his clothing.

Gojo took note of the daylight streaming through the windows as he assessed his surroundings and made some assumptions. The dampness and wetness of the bed he had been lying on added to his confusion. Realizing that it was all a setup, he realized that he had never been in an illusion in the first place.

‘WHY!?’ Gojo thoughts race, desperately seeking an explanation. Wasn't it supposed to be an illusion? Hell, even he believed he was weak to illusions. You can’t tell what's real or not once you get trapped in one without any preparation. Well, at least that's how he interpreted when walking into realistic illusions like under the sharingan or something along the likes of Infinite Tsukuyomi.

While lost in his own thoughts, Ai, who had been contemplating which outfit to choose, finished changing and approached Gojo's side of the bed holding his folded clothes in her arms. She abruptly stops and gazes at his face for a few moments before snapping back to reality. As Gojo sensed her gaze upon him, he sensed a hint of a blush on her cheeks, and she hastily averted her eyes and left the room, placing his clothes aside on a dry area of the bed.

Gojo, no longer pretending to sleep, reluctantly acknowledged the reality of having spent the night with Ai Hoshino. Slowly getting up from bed, he searched for his clothes and proceeded to change, his mind still trying to process the situation. As he used his special abilities to freshen up, a faint scent of something burning reached his nostrils from the kitchen. Although he didn't pay much attention to it, focusing more on himself, he recalled Ai's demeanor and behavior, leading him to suspect that she might have developed feelings for him.

‘What is this? High-school? Did she catch feelings for me?’ Gojo thought, as a hint of amusement crossing his mind. However, he couldn't deny that this situation added a layer of complexity to their relationship, or whatever it was. It was clear that things had escalated beyond their initial encounter. ‘How the hell am I going to explain this to everyone on his way back.’ he thought.

Gojo, burdened by the realization that this relationship was a dead end from the start. Moreover, the fact that Ai had her own children whom she deeply loved only added to the complexity of their situation. Lost in his thoughts, Gojo was interrupted when Ai abruptly opened the door.

"Hey, um, breakfast is ready," Ai said, donning an apron and playing the part of a housewife.

Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Gojo mustered a faint smile and nodded as he followed Ai to the dining table, silently resigning himself.

***

They both sat down after having just arrived in the kitchen. However, the atmosphere felt heavy, with an underlying tension that couldn't be ignored. He glanced at the food on the table, a sweet strawberry pancake and some crispy bacon slices, reminiscent of an American-style breakfast and a cup of water. But the sight didn't bring him any joy.

Not trying to sound racist or anything, but this is Japan, after all. Where are the miso soup, white rice, salmon/grilled fish, and side of vegetables? As Gojo looked at Ai's face, he couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment. But that thought was quickly scrapped when the memory hit him in the back of Flone ransacking everything in their kitchen.

"Itadakimasu," Ai exclaimed, clapping her hands in the traditional manner, and Gojo followed suit. They began their breakfast in silence, savoring each bite.

‘Dry af.’ Gojo thought as he focused on eating his food. He decided to initiate a conversation, hoping to gain some insight into what had transpired.

"So... we had sex?" Gojo goes straight to the point, breaking the silence. His tone was a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

"Mmhmm," Ai mumbled softly, her gaze fixated on her plate. The weight of the situation and an affirmative response left Ai feeling uneasy, making it difficult for her to meet Gojo's gaze. She wasn't sure how to process what had happened between them. It had happened naturally, as if it was the most logical course of action.

She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking again. ""I mean, yeah it happened. I fulfilled my end of the bargain." Her voice trailed off, her emotions and thoughts entangled as she tried to find the right words to express herself. The experience had been pleasurable, satisfying even, but articulating her feelings and emotions to him was proving to be a challenge. Regardless of that she tried to flip the mood and be honest about it.

"You... You were pretty amazing at it too," Ai exclaimed, her voice laced with genuine admiration. She couldn't help but acknowledge the pleasure and satisfaction that Gojo had brought her during their intimate encounter. Her compliment carried a sense of appreciation and respect for his skills and abilities in the realm of pleasure. A faint blush adorned Ai's cheeks as she said that.

Funny enough, her skin was radiating a captivating glow, as if an aura enveloped her. The afterglow of their passionate encounter was still there and it had made her looking stunning, fulfilled, and brimming with life. The effects of their intimate connection seemed to extend beyond the physical realm, leaving an ethereal mark on her appearance.

“...” Gojo definitely got an answer right here. But the way she mentioned that she had fulfilled her end of the bargain, Gojo's thoughts spiraled into a whirlwind of questions. Did she see their transaction can be fully repaid in the form of prostitution? Was there an underlying agreement he was unaware of? Did she think she actually fulfilled part of the contract deal? Let’s not add to the fact she was pretty much dominationing the entire time in bed and still left him bewildered.

‘What the fuck?’ Confusion clouded Gojo’s mind. His frustration grew as he pressed his palm against his face, trying to grasp the reality of the situation. The unexpected turn of events had left him reeling, and he needed a moment to collect his thoughts.

"Hold up," Gojo muttered, his voice muffled by his hand. His mind raced, searching for answers amidst the chaos. How had things taken such a drastic turn? What had he missed?

“What was the bargain?” Gojo asked specifically since the main problem seems to be centered around the bargain as he sought clarification on the matter.

"Huh?" Ai's eyes widened in confusion as she met Gojo's gaze, sensing that something was amiss. Did she do something wrong? The uncertainty flickered in her expression, but she didn't shy away from providing an answer.

"Well, naturally, it was having to sleep with me for one night, right?" Ai responded, her tone steady and matter-of-fact. Her words hung in the air, addressing the doubt that had been gnawing at Gojo. She didn't falter, not missing a beat as she clarified the terms of their agreement that she can remember.

Gojo calmly took that in and realized that there was a huge misunderstanding between them and someone was at fault here.

“No no no, How did you even come to that reasoning? Who told you that?” Gojo inquired, looking calm now.

"Huh? It was Flone," Ai replied, her voice tinged with confusion. "She said I would have to spend a night with you in exchange for my resurrection."

Gojo's calm demeanor faltered for a moment as he processed Ai's response. 

"Flone?" Gojo repeated, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and realization. ‘That little trouble maker again? I’m going to spank some sense into her when I get back.’ Gojo thought. But that's for later, there are definitely ways to go around this.

“Okay, I think there is a huge misunderstanding about this whole thing, while I did enjoy sleeping with a beauty like you. That was not what I wanted. What I wanted to know about that eye ability of yours, the Hoshigan. An eye ability so rare that only specific people can see. I don’t know what the hell Flone was thinking of you having to sleep with me.” Gojo explained. “If you didn’t know, now you know. So can you tell me about your eye?”

Ai's expression faltered, a mixture of surprise and disappointment clouding her features. She hadn't expected this, and a sense of gloom washed over her. Was this all that about? Just a means to use, satisfy his curiosity, and exploit? The weight of unreciprocated feelings kind of settled her, casting a shadow over her face. Her eyes distort with a mixture of dark and pitch black color. She didn’t expect to feel this emotional for someone she had barely met. In fact it doesn’t even make any sense to her.

Sensing Ai's despondency, Gojo quickly realized the impact of his words. ‘Oh, for fuck sakes.’ he thought. He rushed to rectify the situation, knowing he had unintentionally caused her distress even though he tried to resolve this misunderstanding. He reached out to her, an attempt to comfort her and hoped for a good end note here.

"Hey, Ai," Gojo assured, his voice genuine. "I want you to know that I didn't mean to downplay the significance of what happened between us. Last night was fucking incredible, and I hope you felt the same. I may be tired right now, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm genuinely drawn to you. Your eyes, your personality—something about you captivates me. Let me show you how I see you through my eyes."

Dealing with a weeping adult woman was not in Gojo's interest, nor did he have any intention of assuming such a role. Gojo took out a paper, some color utensils, and sketched a literal anime portrait of what she looks like from his point of view. With each stroke of his color pens, he meticulously brought the image to life (not really). He focused on capturing the essence of her eyes, skillfully conveying the interplay of light and depth that emanated from within. It captured both the authentic version of her and the layers of complexity that existed in her persona.

As the final lines were drawn, Gojo carefully presented the completed sketch to Ai. Her eyes widened in awe as she held the paper delicately in her hands, taking in the intricate details. The artwork captured not just her physical appearance, but also the essence of her being—the complexity of her dual identity, the interplay between her idol persona and her true self. It was a visual representation of the layers that made her who she was, a testament to the depth and richness of her character.

A flood of emotions washed over Ai as she looked at the drawing, from surprise and fascination to a sense of validation. Her gaze returns to Gojo's, her sadness gradually giving way to a glimmer of hope. His concern dispelled her doubts, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Her dark star pupil shone brightly again.

"Gojo," Ai whispered, her voice tinged with gratitude. "Thank you. This... It's more than just a drawing and it's... incredible.” Her heart swelled with warmth as she decided to display Gojo's precious artwork. She carefully got up from her seat and made her way to the fridge, a prominent spot in her home. With a smile on her face, she gently affixed the sketch to the fridge door, ensuring it was perfectly aligned.

With a hidden sigh of relief, Gojo, his confidence restored by Ai's improved mood, mustered up his words. "Yeah, okay, umm... Why don't we go pick up your children? I should probably get going soon, considering I have school and all. We can teleport to Shinomiya's place, if that works for you."

‘Fuck this shit. I don’t think I care about the Hoshigan anymore.’ Gojo internally sighed.

Ai, still humming and coming back to her seat in a good mood, looked at Gojo with a quizzical expression. "School?" she asked, a hint of confusion coloring her voice. "Wait, how old are you?!"

"I'm more like 17 to 25, I guess," Gojo replied nonchalantly, causing Ai to raise an eyebrow in amusement. "Well, that's quite a range," she chuckled. "But hey, age is just a number, right?"

With a shared understanding and a playful spirit, they both got up from the table, leaving their dishes in the kitchen. Gojo extended his hand towards Ai, a gesture that felt natural and comforting. Without hesitation, she slipped her hand into his, her delicate fingers intertwining and locking onto his.  Gojo couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine, reminding him of how it all went down.

With a quick flicker of his teleportation ability, Gojo effortlessly transported Ai and himself to his living quarters within the Shinomiya mansion. The room quickly faded from view, replaced by the familiar surroundings of Gojo's group.

Ai's eyes widened in surprise as she took in her new surroundings. The room was a mess but it was now a more lively atmosphere, bustling with the presence of Gojo's companions. They were all involved in different activities; some were talking while others were reading numerous manga novels and graphical questionable material.

***
Editors/proofreaders/Beta readers are extremely busy. I will edit this later / next time. I have written approx 3.7k words in this chapter, and there are 6.3k words remaining. What this means is that we're going to our 4th world really soon after the 6.3k words.

I apologize for the lack of updates. I have been learning and playing with stable diffusion in my spare time. I have been trying to make a coherent/Stable/Smooth Ai animation edit video from a video and share it with you guys. It was extremely hard going frame by frame. It is incomplete and I’m slowly giving up. Here's a demo if you are interested.

https://imgur.com/a/YFC3zLK

PS. I sort of know what I’m doing since I started learning and using it for a month.
I’m using Temporal kit + Ebsynth for the animation.