Because I’m Too Greedy

Gojo Satoru: “…”

Such half-hearted praise.

After a brief silence, he didn’t mix cola with beer again. Instead, he grabbed the can and chugged it in one go.

A 350ml can—didn’t even take a few gulps to empty it.

Gojo Satoru tossed the empty beer can into the trash.

The whole move was smooth as water, with a fearless swagger that left Lin Ge gaping in shock.

Everyone’s got their own drunk vibe.

Lin Ge knew if he got plastered, he’d turn into a corpse you couldn’t wake up no matter what.

Back in his last life, his drinking buddies had even commented, saying his constitution was perfect for getting NTR’d.

Talk about harsh words.

Wasn’t that basically cursing him?

Getting NTR’d before he’d even been in a relationship?

Lin Ge had socked that guy with a punch to the face and never hung out with him again.

Seeing Gojo Satoru down that can and reach for another, Lin Ge hurriedly handed him a chilled cola, stuffing it into his hand.

“Alright, alright, I get it—you’re awesome.”

He had a vague feeling that if Strawberry Shortcake got drunk, something uncontrollable might happen…

Not sure if it’d be good or bad.

—

The icy liquid slid down his throat with a spicy kick, making Gojo Satoru cough twice.

Why did Yaga and the others like drinking this stuff?

It was sour and weirdly spicy.

Once it went down, it felt like a fireball was burning in his stomach.

The beer he’d bought wasn’t even that strong.

Last time he drank something like this was over a decade ago.

Big families always had these fancy banquets.

He hated that whole drinking culture and rarely showed up, but for really important occasions, he’d make an appearance.

Whenever he attended, the people around him would sip drinks to schmooze, clinking glasses with smug grins, like raising a toast would magically hand them everything they ever wanted.

Back then, he’d been curious. He thought the stuff only smelled bad but might taste special, so he secretly took a sip.

The second it hit his stomach, his whole world started spinning.

Not even a glass-down situation—it was a sip-down disaster.

When he woke up the next day, his head felt like it was splitting open.

Later, he heard from the clan elders that he’d caused a huge scene, nearly tearing down the entire building they’d used for the banquet. Between the lines, they all hinted he should steer clear of the stuff.

…Didn’t need them to tell him—he wasn’t touching it again.

It felt awful, and that time, he’d been bedridden for half a day before he bounced back.

Gojo Satoru hated the feeling of losing control over his body.

But today, he drank anyway.

Maybe it was the annoyance of dealing with those smug Supervisory Department higher-ups, or maybe it was the rage of seeing his old friend’s body desecrated by Kensuo.

All these little things piled up, making him…

Want to be a bit reckless.

The alcohol hit his system, and in just two seconds, the room started spinning.

His mind went foggy, and even his Six Eyes perception started to blur.

No improvement whatsoever.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his eyes.

The ice-cold cola Lin Ge had shoved into his hand was set aside without a second thought.

After a brief pause, he curved his brows, propped one hand on the table, and leaned forward slightly.

His round fingertip gently poked Lin Ge’s face.

“…”

“Lin Ge, why do you have two heads?”

Head No. 1 Lin Ge’s skin was cool, and the poke startled him. Grumpy, he poked at Head No. 2 Lin Ge instead.

His finger hit nothing but air.

He gasped, “Is this a shadow clone?!”

—

Lin Ge was so charmed he nearly lost his soul.

Feeling bold, he grabbed the hand that kept poking at thin air and took the chance to press Strawberry Shortcake’s palm against his own face.

The clash of hot and cold sent a jolt through his heart.

“No shadow clone,” Lin Ge said.

“This one’s the real deal.”

The air went quiet for a moment.

A wordless spark of something sweet spread through the room, unraveling and bursting open like silk threads.

Those pale blue eyes locked onto Lin Ge, unblinking.

Just as Lin Ge started feeling a bit squirmy under the gaze, Gojo Satoru suddenly flashed a huge grin.

Leaning across the table, Gojo Satoru wrapped both hands around Lin Ge’s head, pulling him into his arms.

“Nice!”

—

Under the haze of alcohol, the sweet scent on him grew even stronger, like it had taken on a tangible shape, enveloping Lin Ge completely and sending shivers through his body.

Lin Ge’s face flushed hot.

Today’s rewards were way too much!

He could barely keep up…

Suddenly, something hit him, and his expression shifted.

No time to swoon—Lin Ge pushed Gojo Satoru back a bit and reached to clear the barbecue boxes they’d set up earlier.

There’s oil, dang it!

Sure enough, when he looked closely, the hem of Gojo Satoru’s shirt had a small dark stain.

His clothes were black, so it wasn’t super obvious, but you could still tell.

Lin Ge was drowning in regret.

If he’d known this kind of perk was coming, why’d he bother rushing to set out the skewers?!

Pack it up, pack it all up!

Sensei, he still wanted to be the perks ambassador!

—

Following Lin Ge’s gaze, Gojo Satoru looked down.

Oh…

It’s dirty.

His foggy, sluggish brain churned slowly.

Dirty, so take it off.

By the time Lin Ge finished fussing and looked up, he was greeted with Strawberry Shortcake halfway through lifting his shirt.

Snow-white, toned skin gleamed at his waist—1, 2, 3… 7, 8. A full eight-pack.

Lin Ge’s scalp was practically steaming.

Oh my gosh.

Is this… something I’m allowed to see?!

He covered his eyes, but all ten fingers left gaps, giving him a clear view.

Talk about stealing a peek while pretending not to.

The stare was so intense that Gojo Satoru blinked, pausing the hand that was about to lift his shirt higher.

The hem fell back down, and he let out a low chuckle.

“Lin Ge, you’re sneaking a look at me.”

Lin Ge: “…”

Lin Ge dropped his hands. “Yup.”

Cards on the table—no more pretending!

Yeah, I looked.

What you gonna do, kill me?

Caught off guard by how bold he was, Gojo Satoru froze for a second before narrowing his eyes, muttering softly, “Why’re you looking at mine? Don’t you have your own?”

Lin Ge: “…”

This emperor’s a fragile one.

—

Seeing he didn’t answer, Gojo Satoru dragged out his tone. “Why aren’t you talking?”

“Lin Ge, do you hate me?”

Talk about a deadly question.

Lin Ge snapped out of his fragility. “No way!”

He’d hate anyone before he’d hate Strawberry Shortcake.

The words barely landed before Gojo Satoru let out an “oh.”

His lips curled into an even bigger smile, looking downright delighted. “So, you like me?”

Lin Ge: “…”

He could practically hear his heart pounding.

Whoa, this was way too intense!

He didn’t answer for a long time.

Gojo Satoru was acting childish as heck right now, stubborn about getting an answer. He asked again, “Do you like me, Lin Ge?”

Meeting his gaze, Lin Ge opened his mouth, then closed it.

He knew now wasn’t the right time to confess.

Too soon.

But his brain, like it was under a spell, nodded on its own.

Seeing the nod, Gojo Satoru lowered his head, maybe smiling, maybe not.

After what felt like forever, he walked around the table, pulled out a chair, and sat next to Lin Ge. Propping his head on one hand, he asked with genuine curiosity, “How much do you like me?”

Lin Ge stiffly turned his head, catching his own reflection in Gojo Satoru’s eyes.

Because they were Gojo Satoru’s eyes, even his reflection seemed to look better.

He nervously licked his lips and said, “…Really, really like.”

Gojo Satoru didn’t confirm or deny. “More than you like money?”

Lin Ge: “…”

Should’ve never sung that money song at karaoke.

What a deep impression it left—he’s blackout drunk and still bringing it up.

He sighed, helpless but sincere. “Yup.”

“The kind of like where I’d willingly be your ATM.”

Strawberry Shortcake, go ahead and withdraw all you want!

—

The alcohol was still messing with his head. Gojo Satoru thought for a moment before remembering what an ATM was.

His mood instantly brightened.

He liked that answer.

“Wanna do something even closer?” He leaned in, fingers gently pinching Lin Ge’s earlobe, rubbing it softly.

“Closer than a hug.”

Lin Ge held his breath. “…”

No way—this version of Strawberry Shortcake was too powerful!

How does someone get this when they’re drunk…

What kind of irresistible heartthrob is this?!

Even Tang Seng would fall hook, line, and sinker.

Screw it.

His eyes steeled with resolve.

Here goes nothing!

Even if Strawberry Shortcake sobered up and beat him into a triple-fold phone screen, he’d take it!

Bracing himself, Lin Ge stretched out his arm, placing his hand on Gojo Satoru’s left ear, mirroring the gentle touch.

The ear was soft, the earlobe warm…

He gave it a little pinch, then felt his own ear get pinched back.

—

After a couple rounds of this back-and-forth game, Gojo Satoru pulled his hand back first.

“Lin Ge, you’re such a coward.”

His tone carried a hint of disappointment before he grabbed Lin Ge’s collar, tugging it down gently.

It wasn’t much force, but the veins on the back of his hand popped out.

Those pale blue eyes, clouded with drunken haze, shimmered with a misty glow. “This all you got?”

His face was flushed as he spoke, the redness spreading to his neck and ear tips, making him breathtakingly gorgeous.

The breath by Lin Ge’s ear grew hotter.

A moment later.

“…Because I’m too greedy.”

Lin Ge’s gaze traced over him carefully, his voice rough, tinged with a faint hoarseness.

“Once I get something, I just want more.”

Don’t test his morals.

He’s got none!

Gojo Satoru lowered his lashes.

He grabbed Lin Ge’s wrist, pressing Lin Ge’s hand firmly against his own face, nuzzling against the cool skin back and forth.

“You can be greedy,” he said.

He opened his mouth, giving Lin Ge’s wrist a light nip, leaving a faint row of teeth marks.

“I’m letting you be greedy.”