The Six-Eyed Divine Child Meets a Kindhearted God

[This story will be completed on October 10 and then switched to a paid format. The paid chapters start at chapter 23. If you've read them already, please be careful not to buy them twice!] Little Satoru sneaked out to play and wandered into an abandoned shrine. When he was starving and his vision began to blur, a squinty-eyed mountain god found him. Little Satoru was a young sorcerer with the Six Eyes. The mountain god's inhuman aura made the weak kitty bare his claws. The mountain god offered him the human offerings: wagashi. The kitty put his claws away. Later, everyone in the jujutsu world knew that the Gojo clan's Divine Child was best friends with someone who was neither human nor a cursed spirit. The other clans mocked the Gojo family every day. But Little Satoru didn't care. The god had found him when he was at his lowest. The god was better than everyone else put together. No, actually, he was the one who found the god. Yes, that's how it was. He would never leave his god. Note: Gojo x Geto, one-on-one, happy ending. They're both pure-love warriors (Yuta: ?) No rushed ending, and I'll try to keep them in character. Warning: 40-meter blade incoming, but definitely more wholesome than the canon author. (If you see the author in the comments, kick this trash who keeps trying to write angst out.) My other Gojo x Geto story, 'Little Fox Geto Wants to Take It Easy,' is complete: After being followed by ugly cursed spirits for the nth time and getting a bizarre confession from one, Geto: Blech! Childhood friend: Suguru, wait, don't throw up on me... Geto: No, you don't understand. Cursed spirits are so disgusting. Compared to them, even the ugliest monsters look beautiful. That's right, monsters. Geto wasn't fully human. He was the heir to the Nura Clan's Fox Clan and had half-monster blood. But he preferred to be human and just wanted to take it easy. Even after awakening his technique, he had no plans to become a professional sorcerer. Who gets it, family and monsters alike? His technique required him to eat cursed spirit orbs, and those things were made from hideous cursed spirits and tasted absolutely vile! He'd die before eating them! He was absolutely going to take it easy! Geto promptly turned down Jujutsu High's invitation. But the next day, an unfamiliar white-haired man in sunglasses started shouting, "My one and only!" as he tried to take Geto away. Geto: ? When I type "?", it's not because there's something wrong with me. It's because I think there's something wrong with you. Even worse, this guy was a total pervert and kept eyeing Geto's tail every day! Satoru: Suguru~ Can I touch your tail? Geto: Here's a feather duster. Go fluff that instead. Satoru: Suguru~ Can you be my fairy godmother? Geto: No, but I can give you a mouthful of yeast. Satoru: Suguru~ Suguru, Suguru, Suguru! Where did you go? I'll die without you! Suguru, sunbathing on the roof: ... After finally shaking him off, Geto started to worry. Would someone that annoying have lots of enemies? Could he get framed? Fox pondering... Shoko, passing by: (smoking) (looking away) (shaking her head) Two idiots. Gojo x Geto, Reborn Satoru x Half-Monster Suguru, one-on-one, happy ending. Mainly Jujutsu Kaisen, with very little of anything else. Lots of original settings. Any out-of-character writing is on me. Blade-kicking, with a bit of silly comedy. My danmei story, 'Master Is a Trash Fox,' is now being serialized! Blurb: Everyone knows that the former Night Wanderer, now an immortal banished from heaven, is a powerful, benevolent, and beautiful nine-tailed fox immortal. Surely such a wonderful immortal would make a good mentor, too? His disciples have six things to say about that: Only Feng Budi's disciples know that he never gets anything useful done. He performs every good deed, but has not a shred of a teacher's virtue. What's this? Women's clothes? Put them on. What's this? Poison? Take a bite. What's this? A vengeful ghost? Give it a slap... Disciple, save me! Even when it comes to tricky, passionate feelings, Feng Budi is still completely in control. His usually most obedient disciple pinned him down, eyes dark with desire, voice husky. "Master... I... want to marry you..." Feng Budi merely chuckled, flipped him over, pinned him down in turn, and straddled his belly, breathing in his ear. "You wicked disciple, what's the point of just saying it? Do you dare put it into practice?" Question: What kind of person is Feng Budi to you? Disciple A: He's a kind master, whose love pours down on us like a flood. Disciple B: He's a strict master, whose severity is like a landslide. Disciple C: He's a total nutcase. He sneaks a snack himself, then calls us accomplices because we didn't stop him! Disciple D: Heehee, I'm Master's accomplice, heeheehee... Feng Budi himself: Fools. There are no immortals. I'm nothing but a fox made of clay. A shameless, seductive fox who gets himself into trouble x an obsessive, loyal, black-bellied top who seems gentle on the surface. Note: This is a story about a master and his disciples fighting monsters, opening a shop, and living together. At the same time, it's a story that crosses life and death, fate, decay, and prosperity. Another note: As the blurb says, the protagonist is shameless, seductive, and unconventional. The protagonist has many disciples. Love interest: Qing Nanhan. My take on cultivation, with new settings and a touch of Chinese-style horror. It's sweet, I swear. (Demonic whisper.) No one minds the clear breeze and bright moon, as they come together to cool the South Tower. Theme: Don't forget to love yourself.