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Fushiguro Megumi had something on his mind lately.
He’d discovered that he was different from others—in terms of his body.
He had two sets of organs down there—both male and female. To be precise, in front was a boy’s little penis, and behind was the opening that only girls have. The two sets of organs were positioned closely, one above the other, both developing normally, creating a strangely harmonious appearance.
Fushiguro Megumi hadn’t realized this early on. Before this, he had always lived as a normal boy, never aware that he was any different from other children.
Back then, he lived with Fushiguro Toji in that messy, narrow alley crammed with air conditioner units. Toji was often away—either betting on horse races or earning some shady side income—leaving him and his older sister to keep each other company at home.
Perhaps because he was too young, or maybe due to Toji’s hands-off parenting style, Megumi’s little mind couldn’t hold so many thoughts. With no male friends around for reference and the only other male in the household rarely home, his young mind was preoccupied with worries about how he and his sister would survive. As a result, Megumi rarely observed himself and had no desire to dwell on anything extra.
It wasn’t until the day Fushiguro Toji vanished from that alley, never to return, that things changed. Just as Megumi thought he and his sister would have to rely on each other to get by, a tall, arrogant, and suspicious white-haired man appeared at their doorstep.
From that point on, after this man brought him and his sister to this unfamiliar new home, Megumi began to notice subtle differences between himself and others.
It started with something simple—Megumi didn’t know how to use the bathroom. Like a country kid just arrived in the city, he was stunned that a bathroom could be so large. The showerhead was much taller than him. As he stood there helplessly, wondering how to bathe, Gojo Satoru came over, scooped him up, pinched his chubby cheeks, and said, “Gojo-san needs to bathe too. Let’s do it together!”
Gojo Satoru was unlike any adult Megumi had ever met. He was generous enough to provide food, shelter, and schooling for him and his sister, never hesitating to spend money on them. But his one flaw was—he was just too childish.
With such a strikingly handsome face, Gojo did the most unpredictable things—filling the bathtub with hot water, floating little rubber ducks on the surface, and placing small dolphin toys along the edge. Watching Megumi’s calm expression, Gojo looked disappointed. “Eh—I thought all kids liked these.”
But clearly, Megumi wasn’t an ordinary child. He stayed silent for a moment, then turned around and slowly began taking off his shirt.
Amused by the child’s shyness, Gojo stripped off his own shirt and said, “I’m getting in first. Hurry up and take off your clothes, Megumi-chan.”
Gojo had an exaggeratedly good physique, with well-defined muscles and impressive height. Unfortunately, kids don’t appreciate such things. Megumi had only taken off his shirt when he glanced back and saw Gojo step into the tub with his long legs—and froze abruptly.
Gojo ran a hand through his hair, his handsome face even more captivating with water droplets on it. “Should Gojo-san help you in, Megumi-chan?”
Megumi didn’t answer. Instead, he took a step back, suddenly turned, pushed open the bathroom door, and fled, clutching his shirt.
He ran back to his room, locked the door, and pulled down his pants in the corner to examine himself—clean male genitalia, but when he traced further down, he encountered a softer, fleshier slit. The two plump labial folds beneath him had been there since childhood, yet he had no idea what purpose they served. Urination always happened from the upper part, while the lower slit seemed merely decorative. No one had ever explained to him what it was.
Fushiguro Megumi recalled what he had seen in the bathroom—Gojō-sensei’s thing down there was so thick, even thicker than his own arm. But that wasn’t the main point. The real revelation was that Gojō-sensei’s lower body was different from his!
Fushiguro touched the soft slit again. It was small, almost unnoticeable unless one paid close attention.
After pulling his pants back on, a sudden unease washed over him. He silently left the bedroom, his expression cool and detached, only to be scooped up by Gojō Satoru, who had just finished his bath. The childish adult teased him for being shy.
Of course, Fushiguro had no intention of arguing, so he let Gojō believe what he wanted.
The next day, Fushiguro and his sister, Fushiguro Tsumiki, started school. Gojō personally escorted them, patting their heads and telling them to behave. Fushiguro sternly brushed Gojō’s hand away. "Understood. Please focus on your own duties, Gojō-sensei."
Gojō ruffled his hair into an even messier state before turning to leave.
In the following days at school, Fushiguro began observing other boys. The men’s restroom had urinals, and while heading to a stall, he accidentally caught a glimpse of his classmates urinating. He noticed they all had penises and testicles below, but no slit.
Why?
It was then that he suddenly realized—not everyone possessed two sets of genitalia.
Fushiguro grew listless and distracted for days. The discovery that he was "different" felt terrifying. As a sensitive child, he refused to confide in his sister, let alone Gojō.
Determined to understand, Fushiguro dragged a small stool into Gojō’s study. The room was filled with books, mostly textbooks related to Jujutsu High and some restricted volumes about cursed spirits, all neatly arranged on the shelves.
Standing on the stool, Fushiguro picked through the books, reading many he couldn’t comprehend. At one point, Gojō caught him and asked, "What are you looking for, Megumi? Let me help you."
But Fushiguro coldly pushed Gojō out, locking himself in the study to continue his research. Though he felt like he was grasping at straws, he eventually stumbled upon materials about intersex physiological structures. He secretly carried the book to his room and, with his limited understanding, pieced together the words until he finally grasped the truth about his body.
Intersex—possessing two sets of genitalia. However, the degree of development varied from person to person. Some had thick, prominent vulvas with small penises, while others had smaller vulvas and slightly larger penises. The book explained that in the latter case, there was a 30% chance of natural closure during development, meaning he could potentially become a "normal" boy.
After finishing the book, Fushiguro shut himself in his room. The words he had absorbed suddenly imprinted themselves on his heart, and panic set in. His young mind raced, searching for a solution.
His sister knocked on his door, but Fushiguro remained silent. Gojō forced the door open, scooped him up, and pinched his cheek. "What’s this all about? Why the sulking?"
Fushiguro Megumi kept his cool, expressionless little face and ultimately said nothing.
If things could return to normal, there was no need to bring it up, Fushiguro thought.
2.
Gojo Satoru noticed that the kid seemed to be avoiding him.
This conclusion was hard to draw because Fushiguro Megumi’s personality was already quite different from other children. While other kids were clamoring for toys or begging to go out and play, Fushiguro obediently stayed in the study reading—completely overturning Gojo’s expectations of what a child should be.
But lately, Fushiguro had clearly started resisting physical contact. No, it was more like he was actively avoiding him.
When Gojo picked him up after school, Fushiguro wouldn’t let him hold his hand or carry him. At home, he even avoided Gojo when going to the bathroom, sneaking out to pee only after Gojo had gone into his bedroom. Even the usual cheek kisses were off-limits now—Fushiguro would put on a stern face and push Gojo’s mouth away like a cat refusing affection.
After thinking it over, Gojo traced the behavior back to a book Fushiguro had been reading a few days earlier. Gojo’s study housed many private collections not open to the public, each book protected by a curse technique—something the child didn’t know.
Gojo flipped open this popular science book about human physiology. It introduced the typical organs of men and women, but when he reached the end, Gojo paused.
Even he hadn’t remembered having such material in his collection—intersex? Why was Fushiguro reading this?
Just then, the door clicked—Fushiguro was home from school.
Lately, Fushiguro had refused to let Gojo pick him up after school no matter what.
Gojo stayed hidden in the study, pretending not to be home. He closed his eyes and used his Six Eyes to observe Fushiguro using the bathroom.
He knew it was wrong to spy on a child’s privacy, but this was to check if something was wrong with the kid’s body, Gojo reasoned.
He watched as the child stood in front of the toilet. At first, Gojo didn’t notice anything unusual—the Six Eyes couldn’t observe in that much detail. But the next moment, Fushiguro lowered his head as if moving his penis aside to look at the perineum area.
The child touched and examined the spot, checking something, and finally seemed to sigh before pulling up his pants and leaving.
The next day, Gojo finally caught Fushiguro alone while Tsukumo was at a friend’s house. He decided it was time to address the issue directly.
Grabbing Fushiguro by the back of his collar, he hauled him into his bedroom like holding a kitten by the scruff. He pinched the child’s soft cheek—Gojo had a particular fondness for the chubbiness of Fushiguro’s face—then tossed him onto the bed with a smug grin. “Caught by Mr. Gojo, huh? What do you have to say for yourself?”
Fushiguro snorted and turned his face away. Gojo pinched his small chin, pretending to be serious while asking knowingly, “Are you feeling unwell? Does it hurt when Mr. Gojo touches you?"No," Fushiguro retorted stubbornly, stingily offering just one word.
Gojo said, “If you won’t tell me, I’ll just have to take off little Megumi’s pants and see for myself.”
Fushiguro instantly went on alert, not even stopping to wonder why Gojo would think of checking down there. He glared at him. “You can’t!”
"Then talk to Mr. Gojo about it," Gojo Satoru sighed, picking up Fushiguro Megumi and placing him on the bed. He rested his head on Fushiguro's lap, acting in a way that didn't suit his age, whining like a child. "Why is little Megumi still treating Mr. Gojo like an outsider? Don't you trust Mr. Gojo? I'm so hurt. I'm the only adult in this house, isn't there anything you can't leave to Mr. Gojo to solve?"
Fushiguro Megumi was clearly someone who responded better to softness than harshness. Hearing Gojo's words, he felt a little swayed inside.
But could this secret really be shared with Mr. Gojo? He met Gojo's sparkling eyes and remained silent for almost half a minute. Surprisingly, Gojo patiently waited for his response.
After thinking it over carefully, Fushiguro felt that Mr. Gojo was right. He leaned close to Gojo's ear.
The unique, soft, sweet scent of a child suddenly drew near, accompanied by a slightly immature voice and the warmth of Fushiguro's breath. Gojo heard him say a few words.
—"I have female organs."
Fushiguro nervously waited for his response, but Gojo seemed momentarily captivated by Fushiguro's face.
Fushiguro had inherited his father's eyes—green pupils like emeralds, long eyelashes, and fair skin, making him look like a porcelain doll. At this moment, with the adult and child pressed so close together, their breaths mingling, Gojo suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
"Then let Mr. Gojo take a look, little Megumi?" Gojo coaxed. "I am the strongest human, after all. Maybe I can use my Six Eyes to help you. Have you ever seen anything Mr. Gojo couldn't solve?"
Fushiguro fell silent again. Gojo was the only adult in the house—maybe he had encountered this kind of situation before?
Fushiguro lowered his gaze and nodded seriously. "Then don't tell Tsumiki."
Gojo hummed in agreement, and Fushiguro tugged down the waistband of his pants. His slender, pale legs shyly curled together before parting slightly, revealing two sets of immature organs. The child had no hair; the male part hung above, while the female part slightly opened into a small slit, revealing a hint of pink flesh.
Fushiguro exposed his private parts to his guardian but received no response. He saw that the usually unflappable adult was frozen in place.
Gojo had no experience with matters of sex, let alone seen a woman's vulva. Curious, he used two fingers to gently part the small, plump labia on either side. As his fingers spread them open, the inner labia were also exposed, revealing a hidden clitoris at the top and a small, pink opening below.
Fushiguro whimpered, trying to pull his legs back, but he couldn't. Gojo's gaze was too intense, burning against his skin. His ankles were held firmly in place, and he felt the adult's fingers parting his female opening.
Though small, it had everything it should—a clitoris, a urethral opening, and a vaginal entrance, all hidden beneath the plump labia, which shyly contracted under the intense gaze. Fushiguro felt uneasy. "Mr. Gojo, did you find anything...?"
Before he could finish his question, his voice caught in his throat. Gojo suddenly leaned down, and an unfamiliar sensation pressed against his sensitive female opening. A hot tongue touched the small slit, licking open the most sensitive parts inside.
Fushiguro Megumi clamped his legs, trapping Gojo Satoru's furry head between them. His palm stroked the adult's hair, and he found himself distractedly thinking that Gojo's hair was softer than he had imagined. The next moment, an intensely stimulating pleasure abruptly surged—Gojo's wet, broad tongue had flicked against the clitoris hidden beneath the foreskin. The grain-sized bud gradually swelled and hardened, pushing out into Gojo's mouth, only to be delicately peeled back and licked.
"Does little Megumi know what this is?" Gojo tasted the unripe bean, his eyes narrowing. "This is little Megumi's switch for squirting."
Fushiguro didn't understand, his mind hazy and overwhelmed by the unfamiliar, electric-like pleasure that threatened to deafen him.
Gojo then took his hand and guided it to touch his own clitoris. "Right here."
Fushiguro's neatly trimmed nails accidentally scraped against the clitoris, causing more fluid to seep out. His eyes reddened, tears welling up from the intensity. "I... I understand now..."
Fushiguro felt as if the plump little slit below was being devoured by Gojo. The adult swallowed and chewed at the flesh there as if savoring it, licking with audible wet sounds. Fluid seeped from the small opening below, and with each flick of Gojo's tongue, it was scooped into his mouth.
Fushiguro arched his vulnerable neck, his entire waist tensing from the licking. His toes curled in shame against Gojo's shoulders, the stimulation making his vision blur. He tried to clamp his legs together, but Gojo's strong arms held them apart, causing his thighs and buttocks to tremble and twitch uncontrollably.
The tongue swept over the sensitive urethral opening, sliding slick and sticky like a tentacle toward the vaginal entrance. It was pried open, the tip of the tongue skillfully teasing the vaginal opening, scraping the overflowing fluid into his mouth.
Gojo hadn't had time to shave after being away on duty for too long, and now the stubble on his chin prickled against the tender pink flesh of the labia minora. Fushiguro couldn't bear it; the pricking sensation made his insides ache with sensitivity, and he trembled, struggling against the overwhelming feeling.
"Gojo... no... stop!"
A hint of excitement flashed across Gojo's face. He sucked on the clitoris once, deliberately rubbing his stubble against the nearly climaxing entrance, from the penis and clitoris down to the vaginal opening. The delicate skin in the area reddened from the abrasion, not to mention the entrance itself, which was now drenched, the fluid coating Gojo's chin.
Fushiguro's buttocks quivered incessantly in Gojo's palm, the newly awakened vagina twitching rhythmically. Explosive waves of pleasure burst like fireworks inside Fushiguro's body, leaving him out of control. He cried out, "I'm going to pee," trying to shift his hips to avoid splashing Gojo.
But Gojo's palm firmly gripped his small, soft buttocks, the feel of them unbelievably pleasing. He simply watched as the boy shuddered, streams of clear fluid spurting from the vaginal opening, splattering all over Gojo.
Fushiguro's first orgasm lasted over ten seconds, leaving his mind blank for just as long. It wasn't until Gojo pinched his cheek and asked, "Did it feel good, Megumi?" that he snapped back to reality.
He shifted his legs, brushing against Gojo's clothes, and realized he had drenched Gojo. His lips and chin were also wet, and the entire bed was filled with a lewd scent.
Fushiguro bent his legs, intending to fetch a towel, and sheepishly offered to help clean Gojo up. But before his feet could touch the floor, Gojo pulled him back into his embrace.
Gojo Satoru's breathing was equally unsteady, the tips of his ears flushed red. He placed Fushiguro Megumi on his lap, and through the fabric of his pants, the hardened bulge in his crotch pressed unmistakably against the boy's bare bottom, which had just experienced its climax.
The crotch of his pants grew damp again under Fushiguro's weight. The rough fabric and the rigid shape beneath it made Gojo's voice drop low as it reached Fushiguro's ears, "Little Megumi has made Gojo-san hard..."
"Shouldn't Little Megumi take responsibility for Gojo-san?"
As he spoke these words, Gojo guided Fushiguro's hand to his waistband, teaching him to undo the belt, pull down the zipper, and tug down the tight underwear. The large cock, which Fushiguro had only seen once before, sprang into his palm.
Fushiguro felt as if he had been burned. The thick, pinkish shaft wasn't unattractive, with purplish veins trailing along its base, but it was overwhelmingly large. With both his hands enveloped by Gojo's, the man showed him how to stroke it.
From top to bottom, the glans emerged from the foreskin with each pull. Every stroke drew a strained gasp from Gojo. Unfortunately, Fushiguro didn't understand what was sensual about it—he only felt the ache in his hands.
Gojo lifted him by the hips and moved him to the edge of the bed. Standing up, his erect cock pointed directly at Fushiguro's face. Gojo gently patted Fushiguro's head and said, "I can't finish like this. How about Little Megumi gives it a kiss?"
Fushiguro couldn't grasp how far this "responsibility" extended, but since Gojo-san said so, he obediently wrapped both hands around the shaft and pressed his lips against it.
Gojo let out a breath and murmured, "You can use your tongue to lick it, you know? Didn't Gojo-san help Little Megumi with his tongue earlier?"
So Fushiguro slowly extended the tip of his tongue, parting his lips to lick the glans. It was like trying to eat a popsicle that wouldn't melt—his mouth was too small for the oversized treat. Unable to take it in fully, he could only hold it and kiss from the tip to the base.
As he licked, Fushiguro wondered, Is this what normal boys can become? Will I grow up like this too? Can I become as big as Gojo-san?
But Gojo abruptly interrupted his thoughts, "Little Megumi, focus. What are you thinking about? Open your mouth now."
Fushiguro opened his mouth, managing only to take in the tip before his lips were stretched wide. He couldn't close his mouth, and his tongue kept producing saliva until drool spilled out.
"Hss..." Gojo rewarded him with a pat on his fluffy head. The wet sounds of licking and sucking from below stirred him more mentally than physically.
Mindful of Fushiguro's comfort, Gojo didn't force his head down. Instead, he considerately let him pull back. "Is Little Megumi tired?"
Fushiguro's lips were swollen from the effort. He nodded, and Gojo suggested, "Then how about Little Megumi helps Gojo-san finish using the lower part?"
The bed still carried the scent of their earlier intimacy. Lying back on it, Fushiguro felt Gojo grasp his legs, pressing them together until even his lower entrance closed up, swollen like a soft bun.
The cock he had just been licking, still glistening with his saliva, suddenly pressed between his thighs. The hot, rigid shaft rubbed back and forth with undeniable presence, bumping against Fushiguro's own penis.
"Uh... Gojo-san... this feels strange..."
Fushiguro's penis began to react to the friction, while the entrance below turned red from the repeated impact. Each stroke grazed his clitoris, almost slipping between the parted labia.
Satoru Gojo's sweat trickled from his temples. Feeling overheated, he tugged off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing a lean, muscular torso. Tipping his head back with low, ragged breaths, he continued thrusting between Megumi Fushiguro's thighs.
The sharp slaps of flesh against flesh were unnerving—almost as if they were truly engaged in an adult act. Each movement grazed that tender, youthful opening, pushing Megumi toward the headboard before strong hands gripped his resilient hips and dragged him back. "Keep your legs together," Satoru commanded, resuming his motions between the clamped thighs.
Suddenly, Megumi recalled a time when Toji would bring women home. He’d glimpsed through cracked doors how, after such acts, the women would pull out stacks of cash.
In Fushiguro Megumi's small world, he had his own set of principles: nothing in life came for free, and every kindness demanded a price. The precocious child suddenly understood—Satoru Gojo’s kindness toward them was merely a transaction, something to be repaid with this very cost.
Unaware of the thoughts swirling in Megumi’s mind, Gojo was consumed by a rising heat, a fire smoldering deep within him. He recalled the tiny pink opening revealed when he parted the delicate folds with two fingers, and the urge to thrust inside grew overwhelming, his grip tightening uncontrollably under the surge of violent desire.
Yet Gojo held back. He pried apart Megumi’s tightly closed legs—the boy had come once and squirted twice without his notice. The mingled fluids clung to the soft abdomen, while the small thighs trembled and twitched incessantly.
“Hah…” Gojo swept his bangs aside, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his lips to Megumi’s. “Catch it for me, Megumi.”
Aiming at the tender entrance, he released spurt after spurt of thick, white semen, layering the delicate pink flesh like cotton, smothering the entrance completely.
Gojo gently stroked the boy’s cheek before leaning down to plant a satisfied kiss. “This is Gojo-sensei’s first time, Megumi. You’d better keep it safe.”