___ A 20-million yen bounty traps a young Gojo and Mei Mei inside a cursed love hotel that won’t open until it gets paid in “desire” – no exorcism, no destruction, just a toll.
Mei Mei, ever the businesswoman, decides the most efficient way to feed the domain and keep the bonus is to give it exactly the show it wants, taking the lead and teaching a flustered, first-time Gojo how to pay up.
___ The abandoned love hotel stood like a monument to forgotten pleasures, its neon sign flickering weakly in the evening light.
Two years before Gojo Satoru would earn his title as the strongest, he and Mei Mei found themselves standing before its ornate entrance, the weight of a 20 million yen bounty hanging between them.
“This place gives me the creeps,” Gojo muttered, his blindfold already removed.
His Six Eyes glowed with an ethereal blue light as he scanned the building’s interior.
“Let’s just blow it up and call it a day.” Mei Mei adjusted her expensive black suit jacket, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
“And lose our bonus for an intact exorcism?
Don’t be wasteful, Satoru.” She was the only one who spoke to him like this—like a bratty older sister who knew exactly how to push his buttons.
Ui Ui had been called away on another assignment, leaving them alone with whatever curse had claimed this place as its nest.
The moment they stepped through the entrance, the atmosphere shifted.
The air grew thick with an oppressive energy, and the heavy doors slammed shut behind them with a definitive click.
Red light pulsed from the walls, and a voice echoed through the space.
“Payment required.
Desire must be offered.
Doors remain sealed until the toll is paid.” Mei Mei laughed, the sound echoing through the empty lobby.
“How delightfully crude.
A curse that demands we…
transact.” She looked at Gojo with amusement dancing in her eyes.
“Well, Satoru?
Ready to pay up?” “This is stupid,” Gojo grumbled, but his cheeks had taken on a faint pink hue.
“I could just—” “Blow up the building, yes, I know.
But then we’d have to explain to the higher-ups why we destroyed a perfectly good 20 million yen opportunity.” Mei Mei walked toward the grand staircase, her heels clicking against the marble.
“Come on.
Let’s find somewhere more comfortable to conduct our business.” They ascended to the top floor, where the presidential suite awaited.
The room was opulent—silk sheets, crystal chandeliers, and a massive bed that dominated the space.
Mei Mei sat on the edge of the mattress, crossing her legs with deliberate grace.
“The domain feeds on greed and desire,” she observed, studying the red light that pulsed through the walls.
“It wants us to give it a show.” Gojo stood awkwardly by the door, his usual cocky demeanor cracking under the weight of the situation.
“So we just…
do it?
And it lets us out?” “That’s the idea.” Mei Mei stood up, her fingers moving to the buttons of her blazer.
“Think of it as business, Satoru.
I hate being in debt, even to a curse.
We give it what it wants, we split the money 60-40.
My plan, my rules.” She shrugged off the blazer, revealing a crisp white blouse underneath.
Gojo’s eyes widened as she began unbuttoning it with practiced efficiency.
“Wait, you’re actually going to—” “Of course I am.
The curse won’t be satisfied with half-measures.” She paused, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Have you ever even done this without Infinity on, Satoru?” Gojo’s face flushed deeper.
“That’s…
that’s none of your business.” Mei Mei’s smile widened.
“Oh my.
This is your first time, isn’t it?” She finished unbuttoning her blouse and let it fall to the floor, revealing a black lace bra that contrasted beautifully against her skin.
“Don’t worry.
I’ll guide you.” She approached him slowly, her movements deliberate and confident.
Her hands reached for his shirt, straightening the collar before moving lower to the buttons.
“First, we need to get you out of these clothes,” she said, her voice taking on a businesslike tone that somehow made the situation even more surreal.
“The curse needs to see everything.” Gojo stood frozen as she undressed him, his usual bravado replaced by nervous anticipation.
When she reached for his belt, he caught her wrist.
“Mei Mei, I—” “Shh.” She pressed a finger to his lips.
“Trust me.
I’ve done this before.” She finished undressing him, then stepped back to remove her own remaining clothes.
The black lace bra and matching panties joined the growing pile on the floor.
She stood before him completely naked, her body on full display.
“Now, lie down on the bed,” she instructed.
Gojo complied, his movements awkward and uncertain.
Mei Mei climbed onto the bed after him, straddling his hips with practiced ease.
“This position will give the curse the best view,” she explained, positioning herself above him.
“And it’ll be easier for you since you won’t have to do much.” She reached between them, guiding him inside her with steady hands.
Gojo gasped at the sensation, his hands gripping the silk sheets.
“That’s it,” Mei Mei murmured, slowly lowering herself onto him.
“Just relax and let me do the work.” She began to move, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm.
Gojo’s eyes were wide, his usual confidence stripped away by the overwhelming sensations.
Mei Mei watched his face with amusement, enjoying the way his composure crumbled.
“You feel good,” she said, her voice slightly breathless.
“For someone who’s never done this before.” Gojo’s hands moved to her hips, his grip tightening as she increased her pace.
The red light in the walls pulsed brighter, feeding on their combined desire.
“Mei Mei,” he groaned, his voice strained.
“This is…
this is intense.” “Good.
That’s exactly what the curse wants.” She leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest.
“Now, let’s give it a real show.” She rode him with increasing intensity, her movements becoming more urgent.
Gojo’s hands roamed over her body, exploring with growing confidence.
The initial awkwardness faded as they found their rhythm together.
Mei Mei positioned them so the curse could see everything—the way she took him deep inside her, the way her body moved above his, the expressions of pleasure on both their faces.
The domain seemed to pulse with approval, the red light growing brighter with each thrust.
“You’re a quick learner,” she gasped, her movements becoming more erratic.
“I can feel you getting harder.” Gojo’s hands gripped her ass, pulling her down harder onto him.
His infinite stamina began to show as he matched her pace, his hips rising to meet each of her downward movements.
“Mei Mei,” he panted, “I think I’m going to—” “Not yet,” she commanded, slowing her movements.
“We need to make this last.
The curse needs to be fully satisfied.” She changed positions, turning around so her back was to him while still straddling his hips.
This angle allowed the curse an even better view of their connection, the way his cock disappeared inside her with each movement.
“Touch me,” she instructed, guiding his hands to her breasts.
“Make me feel good too.” Gojo’s fingers found her nipples, pinching and rolling them as she continued to ride him.
Mei Mei’s head fell back, her long hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the sensation.
The curse’s domain pulsed with increasing intensity, the red light becoming almost blinding.
The air grew thick with the energy of their combined desire, and the walls seemed to vibrate with each thrust.
“It’s working,” Mei Mei gasped, her movements becoming more desperate.
“The curse is almost satisfied.” She reached between her legs, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with their movements.
Gojo’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fought to maintain control.
“Mei Mei,” he groaned, “I can’t hold back much longer.” “Then don’t,” she replied, her own voice strained.
“Let go.
Give the curse what it wants.” Gojo’s release hit him like a wave, his body tensing beneath her as he pulsed inside her.
The sensation triggered Mei Mei’s own orgasm, her inner walls clenching around him as she cried out.
The domain’s red light reached its peak intensity, then suddenly shattered like glass.
The oppressive energy that had filled the room dissipated, leaving behind only the sound of their heavy breathing.
Mei Mei collapsed forward, her body still connected to Gojo’s.
They lay there for a moment, both trying to catch their breath.
“Well,” she said finally, her voice slightly hoarse, “that was certainly effective.” They disentangled themselves and began gathering their clothes.
Mei Mei dressed with her usual efficiency, while Gojo seemed slightly dazed by the experience.
“That was…
different,” he admitted, pulling on his shirt.
“Business is business,” Mei Mei replied, straightening her blazer.
“Now let’s collect our payment and get out of here.” They made their way back to the entrance, where the doors now stood open.
As they stepped outside, they found Ui Ui waiting for them, his eyes widening at the sight of their disheveled appearance.
Mei Mei didn’t miss a beat.
She turned to face her brother, completely unbothered by her slightly rumpled state.
“Mission accomplished,” she announced, her voice carrying its usual businesslike tone.
“The curse has been exorcised, and we have the bounty.” Ui Ui stared at them, his face burning red.
“Mei Mei-nee…
what happened in there?” “We paid the toll,” she replied simply, walking past him toward their waiting vehicle.
“Nothing more, nothing less.” Gojo followed behind her, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a persistent blush that refused to fade.
The three of them climbed into the car, the silence heavy with unspoken questions.
Later, at the Jujutsu High administrative office, Mei Mei sat at a desk filling out the mission report.
Her pen moved across the paper with practiced efficiency, detailing the exorcism without mentioning the specific method used.
Gojo and Ui Ui sat in the corner, both of them still blushing furiously.
Every time Mei Mei glanced their way, their faces grew even redder.
“Is something wrong?” she asked innocently, her pen pausing above the paper.
“Nothing,” Gojo muttered, staring at the floor.
“Nothing at all,” Ui Ui agreed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mei Mei smiled to herself and returned to her report.
The mission had been successful, the bounty secured, and the curse properly exorcised.
Sometimes, the most effective solutions were also the most unconventional.
As she signed the final page, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
The transaction had been completed, the debt paid, and everyone had gotten exactly what they wanted.