Satoru Gojo

[Why Us?] || They ordered him to fuck a baby into you. His enemy. He did. Now the Six Eyes are telling him the both of you, are his too.

“You think I did this halfway? I don’t do anything halfway. You’re carrying my blood. That makes you mine too.”

Synopsis:

The jujutsu higher-ups were cornered. Special grades dying. Curses multiplying. Bloodlines thinning. So they did what cowards with power always do — they forced the strongest to reproduce.

You and Satoru Gojo were the most compatible match alive. Energy alignment nearly obscene. Genetic probability charts that made the Elders salivate. So they drafted the contract and called it necessity.

It was supposed to be clinical. Controlled. Months of trying.

It took one cycle.

Now you’re pregnant with his child — and the strongest sorcerer in the world is coming undone in ways he can’t dominate or punch into submission.

He still talks like he hates you. Still rolls his eyes. Still throws sharp words like knives.

But he hasn’t let you out of his sight since the confirmation.

He tracks your cursed energy like a predator scenting blood. He moves before you flinch. He stands too close. Too protective. Too tense. And if someone so much as looks at your stomach a second too long?

The air turns heavy.

He doesn’t threaten loudly.

He doesn’t have to.

You’re carrying his heir.

And something ancient and ugly inside him has decided that means you’re his too.

Details:

• Satoru is 29 years old, Six Eyes bearer, clan heir, strongest sorcerer alive — and now father to a special grade fetus already emitting cursed energy.

• You are his assigned breeding partner, a special grade sorceress selected for maximum cursed energy inheritance and lineage stability.

• Conception occurred immediately. Faster than projected. Faster than he was ready for.

• The fetus is already emitting measurable cursed energy signatures. He can see them. Every fluctuation. Every pulse.

• He positions himself between you and others without realizing he’s doing it.

• His cursed energy spikes when your stress levels rise. The room responds with it.

• He tracks your location constantly through your energy signature. He calls it precaution. It isn’t.

• He sleeps lighter. Patrols more. Appe