Book Title: Fake Pregnancy, but After Becoming the Strongest Scammer, It Ended in HE
Author of this book: Li Jiu
Book Introduction:
Tu Bai, a Grade 1 Sorcerer and a rabbit demon who has achieved immortality, lives by a simple rule: if you can't beat them, run; if you can't trick them, pretend.
Then he was "beaten" into pregnancy by someone—literally.
It all started with that hand sliding down his spine. Demon Power went haywire, the pregnancy test showed two lines, Demon Power condensed into a mass within his abdomen.
Tu Bai looked at the report in despair: I only wanted to scam some nutritional compensation, I didn't intend to suddenly become a mother (father)!
He braced himself and said to that person, "The child is yours."
Inner Monologue: Once I save up enough money, I'm running away. I can do this single-parent thing!
The other party remained silent for three seconds, then Six Eyes swept a gaze over his abdomen: "Give birth to it, I'll raise it."
From then on, the Strongest Sorcerer changed:
Completing missions to accompany him to prenatal checkups, learning how to cook nutritious meals, massaging his swollen legs in the middle of the night, telling Cursed Spirit fairy tales to his belly.
Was the baby good today?
Tu Bai gave a fake smile and said, "Very good," while thinking to himself:
Forged documents √ Overseas accounts √ Single parent guide √
Countdown to escape: 90 days.
Reading Guide:
1. Double purity 1v1, HE, a mix of sweetness and angst (90% sweetness, 10% angst)
2. Running away with a child → Unable to escape → A fake pregnancy turns into a real marriage
3. Warnings: OOC warning, my own setting.
Content Tags: Crossover, Mpreg, Sweet Story, Jujutsu Kaisen, Slice of Life, HE
Protagonist Perspective: Tu Bai interacts with the strongest one
A one-sentence summary: A farce caused by a false pregnancy ultimately leads to true love.
Theme: Love is not a misunderstanding driven by physical instinct or social expectations, but the reality of still choosing to gaze into your eyes after all illusions have faded.
Chapter 1
Tu Bai stared at his phone screen, confirming that notification for the third time.
[Emergency Order: Grade 1 Sorcerer Tu Bai, proceed immediately to the ruins of Kabukicho 2-chome in Shinjuku Ward to collaborate with Special Grade Sorcerer Gojo Satoru on a Special Grade Cursed Spirit extermination mission. Assembly time: 14:30. No delays permitted. — Jujutsu Headquarters, Mission Dispatch Division]
His finger hovered over the dial button. After hesitating for three seconds, he pressed it and made the call.
Hello, is this the Mission Dispatch Division? This is Tu Bai." He tried his best to make his voice sound weak. "Regarding that mission in Shinjuku, my Cursed Energy has been somewhat unstable lately, I sustained some injuries during last week's mission. Would it be possible to..
Denied.
The voice on the other end of the phone belonged to a middle-aged man, devoid of any emotion.
But—
Mr. Gojo specifically requested you," the other person interrupted him. "He said he's seen your mission records and quoted you: 'A Grade 1 Sorcerer who keeps his eyes closed, how interesting.' Those were his exact words.
Tu Bai choked.
"14:30. Don't be late. Mr. Gojo hates waiting." The call ended, leaving only the rhythmic beeping of the dial tone.
Tu Bai tossed his phone onto the sofa and slumped into the cushions.
I'm doomed.
He stared at the ceiling, his mind already rehearsing various tragic endings: being seen through to his true self by the Six Eyes, being exorcised as an anomalous Cursed Spirit, being deported back to China (for illegal entry), being scolded to death by his parents..
No.
He sat up with a sudden spring, scratching his messy, curly black hair. His red eyes appeared somewhat dim in the indoor light.
Calm down, Tu Bai, you can do this," he said to the empty air. "When you see Gojo Satoru, keep your head down, act well-behaved, answer whatever is asked, don't say a single extra word. Complete the mission and disappear immediately; do not engage in any conversation. Just treat him like an ordinary senior.. even though there's no way he could be ordinary.
But that was Gojo Satoru.
The ceiling of combat power in the Jujutsu World, the current head of the Gojo Clan from the Three Great Families, an existence whose legendary bad attitude gives even the old geezers at Jujutsu Headquarters a headache.
Most importantly—the Six Eyes.
Those eyes are said to be able to see through all flows of Cursed Energy.
Tu Bai looked down at his palm. Faint silver Demon Power flowed faintly beneath his skin, similar to this country's Cursed Energy system in appearance, but fundamentally different in essence. He could mimic it, but if he encountered a true expert..
They won't see through it," he muttered to himself. "No one has discovered it all these years, not even with a mere Gojo Satoru..
Even he didn't believe what he had just said.
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At 2:20 PM, Tu Bai arrived at the meeting point ten minutes early.
The ruins of Kabukicho were the site of a Cursed Spirit attack half a month ago, charred marks still lingered on the broken walls and debris. Several auxiliary supervisors were on standby outside the police tape; seeing him approach, they all nodded in greeting.
Mr. Tu Bai." A young man wearing glasses walked over; it was Ijichi Kiyoshi. "Mr. Gojo is already here.
Tu Bai looked in the direction he was pointing.
In the center of the ruins, there was a partially collapsed concrete pillar, a person sat atop it.
White hair, a black blindfold, dressed in a black high-collared uniform, his long legs were stretched out casually. The man was bowing his head, eating something, his fingers pinching a white dumpling as he moved with slow, leisurely motions.
Even from a distance, Tu Bai could feel a certain.. pressure.
It wasn't killing intent, nor was it malice. It was a pure sense of "presence," like approaching a mountain or standing at the edge of the deep sea. The Cursed Energy in the air was flowing faintly toward that direction.
Tu Bai took a deep breath and walked over.
He deliberately heavy-stepped, making noise as he stepped on the gravel. But it wasn't until he reached five meters from the cement pillar that the other man raised his head—to be precise, he merely tilted his chin up, since his eyes were covered by a blindfold.
Yo," Gojo Satoru said, his voice sounding younger than expected, carrying a somewhat lazy tone, "Eight minutes early, not bad.
Tu Bai stood still and bowed ninety degrees.
Gojo-senpai, good afternoon. I am Grade 1 Sorcerer Tu Bai, number 779, I will be serving as your assistant for this mission. I look forward to working with you.
He remained in a bowing position, his eyes fixed on the ground. An ant was crawling through the cracks in the rubble.
It was quiet for a few seconds.
Then he heard the rustling of a plastic bag, the sound of footsteps, then the tips of shoes entered his field of vision—black leather shoes, spotless.
Look up.
Tu Bai straightened up.
Gojo Satoru was already standing in front of him, the distance between them being somewhat too close. Only then did Tu Bai truly realize how tall the other man was—he himself was 176 cm, which wasn't short for an average person, but now he had to tilt his head back slightly just to see the man's chin.
And this man was truly pale. He had white hair, pale skin, even his eyelashes were light-colored. A black blindfold covered most of his face, but his straight nose and well-defined lips remained visible. A small bit of white cream was still smeared at the corner of his mouth.
Gojo Satoru tilted his head.
Then he made a movement that Tu Bai had never expected—he raised his hand, hooked his index and middle fingers under the lower edge of his blindfold, pulled it down.
The blindfold slid down to the bridge of his nose, revealing a pair of eyes.
Tu Bai's breath hitched.
Those were not eyes that a human should possess. The irises were ice-blue, like a frozen sky, with tiny fragments of light swirling deep within. The pupils were extremely small; when they looked over, Tu Bai had the illusion of being scanned from head to toe by an X-ray.
Six Eyes.
Those eyes stared at him, scanning him from top to bottom, from left to right. It was incredibly fast, but Tu Bai felt as if ten minutes had passed.
Then Gojo Satoru smiled.
It wasn't a polite smile, but the kind of smile one gives upon discovering an interesting toy. He readjusted his blindfold, but the curve at the corner of his mouth became even more pronounced.
Oh?" he said. "You're not human, are you?
Tu Bai froze stiff.
Seventeen or eighteen different response plans flashed through his mind in an instant: denial, playing dumb, questioning back, running away.. But his body reacted before his brain could—he stood rooted to the spot like a concrete pillar, unable to move even a finger.
Gojo Satoru waited for two seconds, when he received no answer, his smile widened even further.
“Scared?” He turned back toward the concrete pillar, pulled another Kikufuku out of the plastic bag, held it out, "Want some? If you're nervous."
Tu Bai stared at the matcha-flavored mochi and mechanically reached out to take it.
Th.. thank you, Senior.
His voice was a bit dry.
Gojo Satoru sat back down on the concrete pillar, his long legs swinging back and forth. "No need to be so formal, it's not like I'm going to eat you." He took a bite of his Kikufuku and said indistinctly, "It's not like I haven't seen non-human sorcerers before, like Panda from Jujutsu High. Although you are.. well, the first kind."
Tu Bai held the Kikufuku in his hands, not daring to eat it.
How did you..
You noticed?" Gojo Satoru swallowed his dessert. "The way your Cursed Energy flows is different. A regular Sorcerer's Cursed Energy is converted from 'Negative Emotions,' and the path is.. how should I put this, murky? Yours is very clean, it has a certain fixed rhythm, as natural as breathing, the Cursed Energy Residue left behind by your Cursed Technique—even though you cleaned it up very thoroughly, the Six Eyes can still see a few traces. Those patterns aren't Cursed Wards, are they?
Tu Bai remained silent.
It's fine if you don't want to say." Gojo Satoru shrugged. "I have no interest in racial discrimination anyway. As long as you can exorcise Cursed Spirits, I don't care if you're a rabbit spirit or a fox spirit.
"I am a Rabbit Demon," Tu Bai said softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to bite his tongue.
But Gojo Satoru had already burst into laughter. "A rabbit? No wonder." He looked Tu Bai up and down. "Black hair and red eyes, that's quite rare. What about the ears? Can you transform and show me?"
No," Tu Bai said immediately. "The transformation is quite complete.
What a shame." Gojo Satoru sounded not at all regretful. "Then what about the tail?
No.