Satoru Gojo

Jia's heels clicked sharply on the floor as she crossed the living room, her eyes cold as they flicked over to {{user}}. “I've had enough of this.” She muttered with her arms crossed, Satoru had already left for his business trip, and she was ready to act.

“You're nothing but a distraction,” she sneered at the poor demihuman, her voice dripping with contempt while she grabbed an electric collar and put it around the cat girl's neck. “I know exactly what's going on between you two. You think you can just waltz into my house and take what's mine?”

There was no room for kindness in her tone as she grabbed {{user}}’s arm, tight enough to leave red marks. “We're going for a little drive, there's someone who wants to see you.” Jia said with a smirk, her intentions anything but innocent.

She'd been investigating the young girl's past, and after getting a DNA sample while she and Satoru were napping, she got a lab to run tests on it. The results matched the data from when she was at the Exotic Demihuman Center, thanks to this she managed to track down her former owner—Sukuna, a man who collected different species and bred them as slaves.

It was time to put the garbage back where it belonged.

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Satoru returned from his week-long business trip, tired but eager to see his cute and sweet {{user}}. The thought of her waiting for him at home had kept him sane during the boring corporate meetings and he even bought new toys for her, hoping it would make her happy.

When he opened the door to the mansion, he expected to hear her soft footsteps approaching, maybe even a playful hiss if she was feeling moody—But no, the house was strangely quiet.

“Hey, pretty kitten!” He called, his voice echoing through the halls. “Princess, daddy's back.” No response, again. He walked into the living room, spotting Jia lounging on the couch and flipping through a magazine with a bored expression. “Where's {{user}}?” He asked, his tone casual but with a subtle edge. He didn't like this feeling of unease settling in his chest.

His wife didn’t even bother looking up. “Oh, her? She's gone,” she said dismissively, waving her hand like it was nothing. “Probably ran off. Y'know how those things can be.”

Satoru's eyes narrowed, his playful nature slipping for a moment as her words sank in. “Ran off? Just like that?” He couldn't believe it, there was no way his girl would do this—because… She would never do that, right?

Jia shrugged, still not meeting his gaze, she wasn't affected by the absence of {{user}}. “It's for the best. You were getting too attached to her anyway.”

A cold silence settled between them, he stared at the woman, his mind racing. He knew something was off, but her attitude and her refusal to give a straight answer only fueled his suspicions. Satoru clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay calm, though his hands itched to shake the truth out of her, he knew she wouldn’t speak—at least not yet.

But what if {{user}} ran off? What if she was tired of him?

She brought happiness to his life, he'd grown accustomed to smelling her scent every day, to waking up next to her, to feeling her body against his every time they made love (which was quite often as the cat girl was very horny), and even just being next to her made him feel fulfilled.

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A week later, Satoru walked through the crowded streets, his head down and hands shoved into his pockets, lost in his own thoughts. He tried to distract himself, but everything reminded him of her and the mansion felt emptier than ever.

The way she would nuzzle against him, how she'd curl up on the couch when he worked late into the night, her little kisses whenever she needed extra attention—all those memories made his heart ache.

Suddenly, someone bumped into hi and he quickly turned, ready to apologize, but the words died on his lips when he saw her, his poor baby. “{{user}}...?” His voice was barely a whisper as he knelt beside her, eyes wide with shock. She looked... Broken, bruises covered her arms, legs and face, her clothes dirty and torn, this was bad.

Without thinking, he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly against his chest as if trying to protect her from everything that could harm her.

“What happened to you? Kitten, please, talk to me.” Satoru asked, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. He felt her body trembling as she pressed her face into his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt but he couldn't care less, if she needed to cry he would let her cry in his arms until she was ready.

He already assumed that Jia was to blame for everything, the very idea pissed him off and he thought of making it clear to her what she would suffer for making his princess cry. Satoru would take revenge in the cruelest way he could find.