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Jujutsu Kaisen - Gojo's Cursed Mischief

• Commission - M/M - Foot Fetish - Smelly/Sweaty - Domination - Non-Consensual _ Fushiguro Megumi walked calmly through the narrow, empty corridors of Tokyo Jujutsu High. He was more than familiar with the peaceful atmosphere, having lived there for so long. His peace was drastically drained the moment his room received another guest — Itadori Yuji. Not that he had had such peace before. His mentor was Gojo Satoru himself, after all. It's just that sharing his days with these two extremes was a bit tiring at times, especially when he was the only one who seemed to have any manners between them. Of course, Fushiguro had learned to filter out the idiotic moments he had with his teacher and classmates, being able to enjoy their company even if he didn't show it normally, but moments like now, where he could spend a considerable part of his day without having to explain himself or listen to random, unfunny jokes, were simply relaxing. It could have been so much more, until his day of rest was interrupted by several messages on his phone. The way he frowned at the screen when he saw that it was Gojo spamming stickers and telling them to meet made it clear how annoyed Fushiguro was, and although he was reluctant for a few seconds, the young man didn't refuse. He knew that if he didn't go to the mountain, the mountain would go to him. Crossing those long corridors, Fushiguro opened the door that led to his sensei's room; a comfortable and visibly well-kept place. Gojo hardly ever used this room as he found the routine of a normal teacher rather tedious. That carefree man would never spend part of his day organizing sheets of paper and preparing well-founded topics for his students in advance, so much so that he was often reprimanded by Principal Yaga and the high-ranking elders. However, there wasn't much they could do about it, since despite his somewhat inconsequential and relaxed methods, Gojo always got results, which contributed even more to boosting his ego and cheeky tone with those around him. Yet that same man who is considered the strongest and proudest of all jujutsu sorcerers was sitting quietly in the chair behind his desk. His sensei's smug grin always made him alert and uneasy, knowing how unpredictable he could be, but he was more concerned with why he seemed so happy to see him. "Oh, Megumi! It's about time you showed up. Don't you know it's disrespectful to keep your superior waiting?" said Gojo as soon as the student had entered and closed the door behind him. "What do you want? I didn't think you'd be here today." Fushiguro replied harshly, displaying a grumpy expression that Gojo was already used to. "How cruel! You're always so ungrateful to me, it's heartbreaking..." The white-haired man feigned sadness dramatically, hiding his face with both hands. "...Just spit it out. I know you don't call me that enthusiastically for nothing." A thick vein popped up in the corner of Fushiguro's forehead, showing how irritated he was already getting at the slightest exchange of dialogue with his mentor. "Nah, I'm just bored. I thought you could humor me and spend some time with your wonderful sensei—" Before Gojo could finish his speech, Fushiguro had already turned his back and prepared to open the door to leave, completely ignoring what that pretentious man was saying behind him. In the blink of an eye, Gojo was already at his side, preventing his student from dragging the door aside. "Come on, Megumi! What's wrong with having a nice time with me, huh? We used to do that all the time." "Well, apart from the fact that you always try a few pranks, you'd get bored with a normal conversation at some point and drag me into something very tiresome, like always..." Fushiguro began to list, ignoring the damage Gojo pretended to feel from those words, "More importantly, it's not every day that I can just sit and read a book in silence like today. I'd appreciate it if you didn't get in the way." "Ah, I see. Yuji is with 'Nanamin' today." Gojo murmured, returning to his desk as Fushiguro followed him with his eyes, "That's all the more reason for us to have some fun! I can tell you an interesting story about when I first trained Yuji." The black-haired young man let out a long, tired sigh. Gojo was being quite persuasive for some reason, which clearly left Fushiguro wondering about the concept of fun behind the man's mischievous words. However, he knew that the man wouldn't leave him alone, so he could at least try. "Okay, whatever!" Fushiguro barked, clearly irritated by his sensei's insistence. The black-haired young man sat down on the only chair left in the room, standing on the other side of the desk before looking directly at the man who was blindfolded, indicating that he was ready. "Yuji must have commented on how it went, right?" "Hmm. Training with that cursed doll while he watches movies? Yes, I remember him grumbling that he took a lot of beating until he got used to it." "Is that all he told you?" Gojo chuckled, as if he already knew the answer. "I think so. Why are you asking?" Fushiguro arched an eyebrow, surprised at the way his sensei seemed to be reveling in this memory. "Nah, it only makes sense that he didn't tell you all the details! I mean, how I ended up making him smell my feet that day." Gojo finished saying, sounding extremely proud of this unusual feat. Fushiguro, on the other hand, just kept quiet for a few seconds. His mind wondered if he had just heard correctly. "Wha... really?" Fushiguro asked with obvious hesitation. "It's funny, you'll agree with me! I went to check on him after a couple of hours and he was already asleep on the sofa when I got there." Gojo began to elaborate, his tone as excited as that of a child in an amusement park, "I was a bit tired myself that day, so I took the opportunity to sit on the armrest of the sofa and watch the rest of the movie until he woke up. That's when a brilliant idea popped into my head!" Fushiguro rolled his eyes, feeling a little sorry for Yuji for a moment with the way the story was unfolding. "After taking off my shoes and socks, I brought one foot close to his poor, innocent nose. I had to cover my mouth so I wouldn't end up laughing by accident when I saw his nose twitching unconsciously at the smell." Gojo chuckled mischievously again, clearly amused by this memory, "He even muttered a few things, like 'this oyster sauce smells really fresh...'—ppfft—ahahah w-wait!" Gojo's laughter echoed around the room as he slapped himself on the leg for not being able to stop laughing immediately. "He woke up eventually, of course. However, before he could understand what was going on, I buried his face with the my foot, keeping him stuck there on the sofa for a few minutes to see if he'd get used to the stench at some point..." Gojo said, slowly regaining his composure, "But he was more like a desperate insect under there, he didn't get to like my natural scent, unfortunately." "...Uh, right..." Fushiguro spoke quietly, not understanding why Gojo seemed disappointed with the ending since it was quite predictable that Yuji wouldn't like this treatment, "So what's the point? I mean, I get that you wanted to make fun of him, but uh... is that it?" Immediately after asking, Fushiguro watched his sensei stretch out his legs and bring both of them up onto the solid wooden surface of the desk. The man let his heel fall over the ankle of the other foot, crossing them lazily. Fushiguro took a quick look at the wide soles of his dress boots. "Actually, I confess that I found that experience more than amusing. Since my students aren't grateful enough to offer to massage my tired feet from time to time, I think I can bully them a bit. Seems fair enough." Gojo replied calmly, flexing his feet in Fushiguro's direction. "Just when I think you can't get any more insane..." Fushiguro sighed, crossing his arms still with his stoic expression, "Don't you dare think that I'm going to let you play with me like you did with Itadori. I'm not interested in satisfying your... 'curiosity' just because you're bored." Fushiguro felt a strange tingling in his body as he said these words, as if something was happening to him from that point on, but he decided to ignore this tiny sensation for the moment as he needed to focus on Gojo's argument. "I know, I know! You're a tough cookie alright. I know more than anyone that you wouldn't agree to bow down without a good fight first... that's why I came prepared." Gojo said cheerfully, pulling a small amulet out of his pocket and swinging it around like a toy so that Fushiguro could see it. "Oi, isn't that a cursed tool? Why you—" Fushiguro said, able to feel the evil pressure surrounding the small object. "I borrowed it!" Gojo said nonchalantly, emphasizing through his tone of voice that he had certainly done this without permission, as always, "This is an interesting one; a very old sorcerer used this amulet to secure the obedience of his cult followers and also to gain more worshippers with the power of this little beauty." Fushiguro immediately felt the characteristic dread sensation run through his body along with that strange tingling sensation, finally making him realize that it made sense that he was feeling his body grow heavy for some reason, so much so that it was difficult to speak. "Y... You can't be serious! You're going to use a dangerous thing like that just for fun?" Fushiguro growled for a second, visibly enraged by the attitude of his sensei who didn't seem to care one bit. "I could force you in the traditional way, but it would be boring. Let's look at this as a scientific study, if it bothers you that I'm doing this just to pass the time! I know you won't give in, so I can study the capacity of this item thoroughly." Gojo suggested, watching his student fall to the ground as he tried to get up. Fushiguro felt as if there was some invisible force playing with gravity around his body, knocking him back to the ground every time he tried to get back up, each time draining a significant part of his energy, making him more and more dizzy as he threatened to lose consciousness. "Don't worry, it's not really dangerous since it's an immobilization tool. Since you refuse to obey, you'll just feel a bit drunk and too weak to move, that is until you surrender or I deactivate it, basically." Gojo explained again with his mischievous smile, uncrossing his legs to get up and walk over to Fushiguro and watch him pass out. Fushiguro's eyelids became too heavy for him to resist. Of all the other people, Fushiguro knew best how random and weird his sensei could be, since he had been like a father figure to him all along. Yet this was the first time he had ever felt genuinely worried about the intentions behind Gojo's evil pranks. Unable to do anything about it, the last thing he heard before he blacked out completely was the sound of Gojo's footsteps echoing in that small room. He didn't know how much time had passed when he slowly began to wake up. His tired, distant eyes tried to identify the place with difficulty, considering that it took a while for his vision to stop blurring. Staring at the ceiling, he quickly realised that he was still in the same room as before, but lying on his back. However, that was only the smallest of details; he didn't quite understand it at first due to the numbness that had settled over his entire body, but every little inhale since he woke up was charged with a heavy musk. When his eyes rolled downwards, Fushiguro's eyes widened at the sight of Gojo's shoe perfectly placed over his nose and mouth, ensuring that all the odour from inside was distributed only to the black-haired young man's nostrils, practically acting as a mask for him. Instinctively, Fushiguro held his breath and tried to use his arms to get the stink bomb off his face, but his body seemed so anaesthetised that even the simple stimulus of moving his face to the side seemed impossible for his brain. It was like being in a lucid dream, but being unable to do anything that wasn't already in the script. Desperate at the lack of options, the sorcerer tried to scream, but as soon as he tried to part his lips, he felt something rather inconvenient preventing this simple action; something that was firmly sealing his lips together like glue. The anguish of that position obviously made Fushiguro nervous, especially as he needed to breathe once more, consequently needing to inhale that potent aroma of leather mixed with the characteristic smell of accumulated sweat. Just when Fushiguro thought his situation couldn't get any more humiliating and painful, he heard those same familiar footsteps echoing in his ear once again, watching his mentor approach him with a wicked smirk, except now that arrogant man looked even more intimidating from his current perspective. "Ohh, did you finally wake up from your nap? So, what do you think? I hope my dress boot isn't too stinky for you. They were quite expensive, I must say. So it's likely that they're not as bad as they would be if they were cheaper shoes." Gojo said as he crouched down beside Fushiguro's head, ignoring his student's furious stare, "Here, you should take a deeper breath to understand the complexity of my natural scent." As he said this, Gojo pressed a hand over the sole of his shoe, forcing the entrance to that damp cave even further so that Fushiguro's nose could reach even stinkier spots there. Yet, the most unfortunate curiosity for the black-haired young man was the fact that his body obeyed Gojo's words against his will — he was so focused on holding his breath periodically to avoid inhaling that detestable odor that as soon as Gojo gave the first order, his body spasmed slightly as he filled his own lungs with stifled, sweat-condensed air. He didn't understand why this had happened, but he briefly remembered the explanation of the cursed tool his sensei had brought. If he assumed that Gojo was telling the truth earlier, his situation was more critical than that scenario implied. An icy chill ran down Fushiguro's spine at the prospect of that mischievous man actually having total control of his body. Even if he were to consider obeying, there was no way he could be okay with that kind of humiliation, it simply wasn't fair. As that impure oxygen contaminated his lungs, Fushiguro found himself starting another deep inhale against his will, slowly repeating the process again and again as Gojo watched closely with a satisfied smile. Fushiguro felt dumbfounded by that unpleasant stench being forced into his nostrils with such aggression; the young man knew that it was a completely safe guess to expect that someone's shoes would stink at least a little after being worn, but he still wasn't prepared to accept just how potent the smell hidden inside that dress boot was. If he hadn't had his face pressed into it, he would easily have doubted that it belonged to Gojo. He could imagine something like that coming from Yuji, or maybe Inumaki, but from that overbearing man who was always showing off his extensive potential, extolling his enviable physical features at almost every chance — this wasn't a lesson in how Gojo wasn't perfect — he knew more than anyone that that wasn't the case. It was just that he wasn't prepared to discover that Gojo's feet could produce a stench so noxious to his senses. "Does it smell good? I bet it does since you're not complaining or anything..." Gojo commented sarcastically, moving his shoe away from his student's face for a moment. Just doing that, he chuckled softly at seeing Fushiguro's angry expression. His eyes burning with murderous intent, definitely showing that he would have tried to take Gojo on directly if it weren't for the restriction on his body, even if he was no match for him anyway. "How silly of me! I forgot that I covered your mouth while you were unconscious." Gojo laughed as he poked at the silvery gray material covering Fushiguro's lips, "I chose to take some precautions to ensure that you could have the ultimate experience of sniffing my feet. Unlike Yuji, you're smart enough to try breathing through your mouth while you're at it..." "That bastard..." Fushiguro grunted mentally as his eyes followed the tip of Gojo's index finger, now understanding why he hadn't been able to open his mouth all this time, "...did he really use duct tape just to force me to breathe through my nose all this time?!" However, without the black-haired young man being able to question the strangeness of the situation in his mind, Gojo stood up. Fear crept into Fushiguro's heart as he watched that man walk around his body like a lion preparing to pounce on its prey; Fushiguro couldn't see from his current position, but Gojo's black socks were leaving sweat marks on the wooden floor that were highlighted by the lighting in the room. "You look great like that, Megumi!" Gojo finally said, stopping in front of Megumi's head, "You know I have a really bad habit of playing with weak things... if I see someone lying on the floor at my feet..." Gojo whispered with a mischievous grin, lifting his right leg so that the sole of his foot covered in that clearly sweaty fabric was hovering over Megumi's face menacingly, "It's hard to contain the urge to step on it like dirt." At the same time, Fushiguro watched that wide socked foot collapse on top of his face, forcing his head against the floor in a way that wasn't necessarily painful, but uncomfortable enough for him to feel humiliated, which seemed to be the whole point of Gojo's prank. His eagerness to wriggle his face and squirm down there was indescribable, but the agony of having to endure his face being pressed by that foot so casually without being able to move a muscle was even worse. Being at Gojo's mercy in that state was excruciating. The black sock that was taking over his vision at the moment felt so smoky and hot from the sweat compressed daily into those fibers, sweat that was now being slowly squeezed directly onto his skin, leaving it with an unpleasant damp sensation as well as further impregnating the dense musk of that arrogant man onto his face. "Hmm, your face is very cozy! It would make a good foot rest." Gojo teased as he explored his student's face with his foot, rubbing the sweat-soaked sole in an up-and-down motion. The smell of his socks was even more potent than the stench muffled inside his dress boots; that characteristic leathery musk was now mixed with a sour stench very similar to rice vinegar, the kind of slightly sour smell that mixed with the whole sock, enhancing the pungency in a way that made Fushiguro's eyes roll before he was forced to close them. To make things worse, each inhale was slow and long, as if Gojo really wanted his student to appreciate the fragrance of his socks like a delicate perfume. He felt that stench assaulting him from the inside as he inflated his chest with that contaminated hot air again and again, wishing he could shout for his sensei to at least take a break from this unbridled sadism. Within minutes, Fushiguro had already felt Gojo make him sniff several parts of his foot. He sniffed his round heel, where the smell seemed slightly weaker, the arch of the foot where it was possible to detect a more obvious amount of sweat accumulated in the sock, having a stronger smell, but not comparable to the stench on the ball of his foot, more specifically at the base of his toes. Showing that he was aware that this was the part where the stench was most concentrated, Gojo tilted his heel as much as he could, fitting the base of his toes right into Fushiguro's small nose, making sure that the sock perfectly covered his student's nostrils in that clammy, steamy area. With all five of his toes curling mischievously over Fushiguro's nose, Gojo smiled to see the look on Fushiguro's face that almost seemed to be begging for mercy. "Breathe." Gojo commanded briefly, watching his student fill his lungs with his scent again, and this time Fushiguro's body trembled beneath his sensei's foot, a reaction that wasn't exactly controlled by him, merely a reflex of his own body as that acrid smell began to overwhelm his senses. Since it's the sweatiest and dirtiest part of the feet, the odor there was simply a more pronounced version of what he had already experienced so far. If that stench of stale vinegar was disturbing before, now it had become even more intoxicating. Fushiguro's throat began to tingle at the thought of choking on that stench that was already beginning to sting his eyes. His weak gaze failed to perceive any leniency from Gojo, who continued to press that area below his toes harder over Fushiguro's nose. "Let it in... then out." Gojo continued his teasing, gesturing with his hands in a silly manner, "...Such a good boy! Where's that wild fire you had at the start? Now you're looking so weak just breathing in my scent, it's a bit embarrassing to be honest. Maybe you're just feeling too humiliated? Mm... it's understandable since I'm using you as an object to cool my feet. Or maybe my pheromones are frying your brain right now, that would make sense too." Gojo's toes continued to dance over Fushiguro's nostrils relentlessly, forcing him to inhale more and more of those stinking vapors with no purpose in mind other than to watch the pained reactions of his student, who was now praying for it to end as soon as possible. However, Gojo seemed to be having too much fun with everything he was doing to consider it. The satisfaction he felt every time he made Fushiguro's nostrils snort between each gap between his toes, or at least trying to since it wasn't so easy to force his nose there entirely because of the sock. Regardless, Gojo was managing to appreciate the simple pleasures of it all; from the pleasant stream of air that escaped his student's nostrils every time he was forced to inhale his manly musk, and the fun it was to force someone as serious and centered as Fushiguro into such a degrading situation. Gojo was aware of the anger that Fushiguro was feeling inside, it was natural. The black-haired young man had always respected the hierarchy, knowing that in his current state he was still a long way from giving Gojo a good fight, but although he recognized that his sensei was above him, he didn't think he would have to deal with the literal part of that fact — it wasn't necessary for Gojo to step on his face as if he were his dirty slave to prove that point. And yet it was quite an acid humiliation to see him doing it regardless. It wasn't just humiliating because he was being being forced to lie there, silently sniffing Gojo's stinky fumes to amuse him, but also because of the realization that there was nothing he could do to reverse this outcome. As long as he wasn't strong enough, Gojo could do even worse things and there would still be no significant penalties. The basic concept that the weak must obey the strong had always existed, but Fushiguro couldn't help being irritated by the way that man was trying to emphasize it. "I know it seems like I'm being too hard on you, but it was just bad luck, you know? When I put Yuji through the same thing as you, my feet weren't as sweaty as they are today. These socks have been with me all week, and you know that your wonderfully powerful sensei works diligently for more than eight hours a day. Ah, why am I saying these things...?" Gojo muttered, playing dumb for a moment as his toes cupped Fushiguro's nose, forcing him further into that sweaty miasma, "... it's dispensable for me to say that sort of thing when you're already able to inspect all my hard work up close. Yeah, yeah, I admit I got a little ahead of myself!" Easy, Fushiguro. The black-haired young man tried to calm down, even though it was extremely difficult when his only source of oxygen was the stench of his mentor's feet after a series of days wearing those expensive, tight shoes. All Gojo's cockiness was almost making him snap inside. As if all the humiliation of being at his feet wasn't enough, he still had to put up with Gojo and his excessive teasing. It was perhaps one of the worst nightmares he could have. For what seemed like an eternity, Fushiguro remained in that petrified position while Gojo played with his nose in various ways, testing each way to torment one of his most promising students. Until Gojo finally took his foot off Fushiguro's face. The black-haired young man even wanted to consider it a moment of relief, but that sweaty foot had been near his nose for so long that the smell had already been tattooed on his face, not enough to ease the stench for him to consider it a real relief. Without saying another word, Gojo walked towards his desk, pulling out his chair before returning to where his student was lying on the floor, positioning the chair at a distance where he could sit and use Fushiguro's face as an object to rest his feet simultaneously — but he didn't do that. Instead, he bent down to pull the tape still firmly stuck over Fushiguro's lips. "Y-you sick bastard...! You haven't had enough yet, have you?" Fushiguro said in a weak voice as soon as his lips were free. "Oh, Megumi! You know me so well!" Gojo laughed at his student's reaction, sitting down in the chair and starting to pull his socks off slowly, "We still have time and I want to try something." Fushiguro gulped the little bit of saliva inside his mouth apprehensively. Gojo had already forced him through a rather torturous time, what more could he want now? "Cut the crap! You've had your fun, now stop fooling around and leave me alone!" Fushiguro growled in an attempt to get his sensei to stop this madness. A futile attempt that fell on deaf ears. "Don't be like that! You still need to show me some respect after all this time. Roll over." With that simple command, Fushiguro's anesthetized body moved against his will as if it had invisible lines controlling it, doing exactly what Gojo commanded. "Oi—" Fushiguro was about to start complaining again, but as soon as his body stopped moving, he was now lying with his chest against the floor, being able to see perfectly what was in front of him. To his misfortune, what stood in front of him was a pair of feet big enough to cover his face. Gojo was sitting casually in the chair; his legs stretched out so that the heel of his left foot was firmly on the floor, standing up to support the right foot that was above it, thus crossing his feet in such a way that both soles were in front of Fushiguro's face. The soles had a very intense pink blush from the pressure and friction of the day confined to those expensive shoes, and the surface was clearly covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened extravagantly. "You may doubt it, but in all these years I've never made a curse or someone lick my feet. I've stomped and kicked a lot of them, but I've never had a good opportunity to make an enemy lick the sole of my shoe while he begs to stay alive. In the case of curses it would be funny, since I'd end up exorcising it even after he'd cleaned all the dirt." Gojo commented nonchalantly, looking directly at his student who was pale at the implications of that conversation. "No, really! Making me sniff your foot is one thing—" "Shh..." Gojo's breath interrupted Fushiguro's voice, who was forced to fall silent immediately, "Open your mouth and wait for further instructions, boy." said Gojo with a smirk, watching his student's startled look at seeing his own mouth obeying against his will. The moment he complied, Gojo stopped supporting Fushiguro's chin with his toes and instead brought the big toe of his foot up to his inviting mouth, letting his digit rest on his tongue as if waiting for a 'beep' to happen. "Now work that tongue! Make sure you savor it slowly..." Gojo said tantalizingly, urging his student's tongue to move around his big toe. Fushiguro felt the sharp taste of salt sting his taste buds immediately. His tongue rubbed against Gojo's sweaty skin in a way he hadn't done before, swirling around the toe in an almost sensual way, leaving Fushiguro blushing as he was forced to listen to the lewd sounds of his tongue echoing silently in the room. Fushiguro wished he could bite Gojo's toe as hard as possible, but his tongue was the only muscle in his body that was moving at the moment, dedicatedly absorbing the remnants of sweat on that skin. "...Look at you going all out! If you wanted the chance to clean my feet with your tongue so badly, all you had to do was ask! Geez..." Gojo teased again with a pretentious grin, delighting in the menacing way his student's eyes stared at him, "It's so cute to see you blushing like that, it makes me want to tease you some more. That said... suck it." Fushiguro's eyes widened in shock when he felt his lips wrap around Gojo's big toe like a lollipop, and he began to suck vigorously as if he were tasting an addictive sweet. Gojo's plump digit was pressed perfectly against Fushiguro's tongue as he was forced to suck slowly, but with a devotion that made his sensei bite his lower lip for a second and look away, as if trying to control a weak moan. "Looks like you've got other talents to be explored inside you, huh?" Gojo let a brief sigh escape his lips, relaxing his back against the chair so that he could continue receiving that dignified treatment. Meanwhile, Fushiguro tried not to let himself get carried away by the mix of unpleasant tastes he was being forced to swallow; be it the salty sweat or the bitter taste of humiliation that almost made him want to cry. It was simply painful to have to suck that arrogant man's toe like a baby while he enjoyed it all like some kind of god being worshipped. Once Gojo was satisfied with the big toe, he promptly replaced it with the second one, "refreshing" the inside of Fushiguro's mouth with more fresh, disgusting sweat, having to repeat that arduous process of polishing Gojo's hot skin with his own drool. He had to endure that humiliation for at least a minute, licking and sucking each one individually. "Okay, maybe I didn't think it through properly." Gojo murmured, taking his little toe out of Fushiguro's mouth after having spent practically a whole minute being massaged by the warm inside of his mouth, "Maybe, just maybe... I could get really used to this." Gojo feigned a giggle as he wiggled his toes, feeling the saliva drip between his toes like honey. "But there's still more to do, my sole is jealous of all the attention you've given my toes." Gojo whispered from where he was sitting, flexing his foot to show the sole of his foot right in Fushiguro's face, "Stick out your tongue!" Fushiguro rolled his eyes in embarrassment. His tongue stuck out as if he were a dog. Although he couldn't see his own face, he didn't need to in order to know that he looked ridiculous. Gojo's smug laughter also contributed to this unfortunate dissatisfaction, making Fushiguro's face burn. "Oh, Megumi is the best dog a man could want, that's for sure. Do you want to lick my foot that badly? Do you? Of course you do! Come on, finish cleaning my foot." Gojo said those things as if he were really talking to an animal, but Fushiguro didn't have time to worry about it as his face advanced towards his sensei's sole, sticking his tongue in his heel. His tongue advanced on that heel with renewed vigor, circling that soft surface before tracing the rest of the sole slowly, tasting every remaining droplet of perspiration and a straight tongue before repeating that same process again and again. "Maybe I won't even shower later. Now that's convenience." Gojo joked, stretching out his arms as he felt the moist muscle of his student explore every inch of his sweaty sole as if it were a large ice cream. Fushiguro's tongue began to get drier and drier, making the job even harder for him, as the sensation of Gojo's sole didn't seem to stay soft as his tongue brushed against that wall of hot flesh. "The other one now, if it's not too much to ask." Gojo commanded with a soft yawn, resting his freshly cleaned foot on the top of Fushiguro's head before presenting his other foot, "Go wild, dog." As he said this, Fushiguro felt his eyes water as his mouth tried to take in as much of Gojo's toes as possible, looking almost like a hungry animal. The even more intense sucking than before made Gojo sigh quietly in his chair, also pushing his foot further into Fushiguro's mouth. The taste of sweat hardly seemed to be a problem anymore. Fushiguro was already so overwhelmed by the dirty act of having to wipe someone else's feet with his mouth that the sweat that had been running down his throat like acid now hardly seemed to make a difference after being diluted in his saliva. For more and more torturous minutes, he found himself in that cycle of licking and sucking that man's foot until something quite unusual happened. His body stopped everything it was doing and fell hard to the ground, attracting the attention of Gojo himself, who also seemed surprised. "It can't be..." Gojo muttered with a laugh, reaching into his pocket to check the amulet for a second, "...Uh oh. Maybe this will come back to bite me in the ass later," Gojo added, noticing that the amulet was cracked. "F-finally!" Fushiguro gasped on the floor, glad that he could now feel his body again, but the time he had been under the influence of the power of that cursed tool had made him feel intense fatigue in his bones, so much so that he couldn't even get up from the floor. "Heh, you really are tough. You were so focused on resisting even without control of your body that the amulet couldn't take it, it seems. It makes sense, since it was used to force obedience from weak souls, but..." "Stop babbling! I don't care about this stupid amulet, I just want to be able to kill you." Fushiguro grumbled, still lying on the ground like a doll. "Oh, that's spirit! But as I was saying, I didn't expect it to break. Whatever. I just hope the elders don't notice." Gojo said, getting up from the chair but stepping directly on Fushiguro's back, taking his student's breath away for a brief moment by having all his weight on him while using him as a carpet to dry the saliva that covered his feet. "You fuckin—" Fushiguro was about to say, until he felt Gojo casually walk over his back. "Anyway, Megumi! Thank you very much for the tongue bath, it was very kind of you to spoil me a little!" Gojo said in his amused tone, ignoring Fushiguro completely as he got off the boy to pick up his dress boots nearby, "You can stay there and take a nap or whatever, but don't forget to lock the door when you leave!" "...Wa-wait! You can't be serious, you idiot! At least take me to my room!" Fushiguro exclaimed in an accelerated tone of voice, but all he felt was Gojo's pair of socks falling on his head. "See you later." Gojo said goodbye quickly, turning off the light in the room and closing the door behind him as he left, leaving Fushiguro alone in the dark and smelling the corrosive odor of his sensei's feet. "...He did it. He really did it!" The veins popped out on Fushiguro's forehead in disbelief at everything that had happened.