4 This Family Doesn't Like Clothes

Ghislaine snapped Gojo out of his trance. She neither looked flattered nor angry, as if she wasn't disturbed at all about what had happened.

"Not yet." He replied, his eyes scanning her once again. She flinched a bit, she wasn't expecting her angel child to admit to perving on her a bit.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked. Rather than an insulting tone, she had an underlying worried tone. Gojo was only able to pick this up because of his body's past experiences with this woman. Her expressions and feeling were completely disjointed.

"Hmmm. It seems I can't remember much about anything. I may have amnesia." Gojo states while stroking his chin like a wise elder.

This was his best excuse for his personality change. It would be quite weird if he started checking his family out at random times when he's supposed to be a monk that has no interest in the strong, muscly animal girls that make up his family.

"...Ok." She responded with an understanding gaze.

"You'd believe me so quickly?" He asked.

"You've never let your gaze linger on my body for so long before." Ghislaine explained.

'This dude is so pitiful, even your mother knows that you were a bitch...' Gojo thought to himself.

"Well... Can you tell me who you are? And where we are?" He stuck to his story, even if it meant he had to sit through a boring explanation.

"Come with me, I'll bring you to your sisters, they can explain." And thus, Gojo learnt how little Ghislaine cared for anything that wasn't fighting strong people. Well, the fact that she was worried before means that he at least has a chance to get under her pants.

They made their way through the surprisingly large house. However, instead of paying attention to the rooms they were passing, Gojo's eyes were glued to Ghislaine's ass. It was just below the tips of her hair, and her pants didn't do much to hide the fact that they were fatter than anything he had seen in his old world.

Her steps shifted her hips and therefore, her ass jiggled like no tomorrow. What he wouldn't give to rip off those pants and dig in. Unfortunately, not only would that be rape and incest, the latter him not caring for at all. He'd also be killed, Ghislaine isn't someone to fuck around with.

Whether or not she knew that he was getting up to no good is unknown, but she didn't react to it if she did.

Ghislaine led her son to the gym room.

Inside were two hotties pumping iron. The room was filled with the scent of sweat and metal. Both Rumi and Yoruichi were lifting weights with no issue. Rumi was on the treadmill, furthering her already monstrous leg strength. She was wearing the black bra and black yoga pants. The sweat had made the yoga pants stick to her ass like glue and emphasized her amazing thighs.

Next was Yoruichi. Perhaps it was because the previous owner of this body was a bitch, but there were no mentions of Yoruichi being an exhibitionist in his memories. It seems like the previous owner had expelled all nude images of his family because right in front of Gojo was a sweaty Yoruichi on the bench press machine while having exactly no clothes on her.

She was scratching her cute cat ear when Gojo and Ghislaine had entered the room. She didn't seem to mind the fact that her nipples and pussy were on full display to her brother.

And that's the exact moment that Gojo realized, 'This family is full of exhibitionists, isn't it?' this thought was then followed by, 'How did this family create such a bitchy brother in comparison?'.

Perhaps it was because he was in a trance for so long or maybe because of the lack of anyone talking, but by the time Gojo realized he was just standing there, he found that everyone's eyes were glued to his pants. In particular, the tent that was caused by continuous expose to hot women.

Even Ghislaine wasn't shying away from examining his erection.

"Finally grown-up little brother?" Yoruichi teased. She widened the gaps between her knees to give Gojo a better view.

"He has amnesia. I'm leaving it up to you two to tell him everything he needs to know." Ghislaine then left the room after speaking, not giving another glance to what both Rumi and Yoruichi were staring at.

"What? No explanation of how he lost his memories? Were you not able to control yourself during your heat or something?" Yoruichi teased her mother. She quickly shut her mouth after seeing that Ghislaine had turned around and activated, 'Shut your fucking mouth' mode. Yoruichi was familiar with the repercussions of ignoring this warning so she averted her eyes.

"Jump on the treadmill, I'll tell you about us while you run. Who knows, maybe you'll get your memories back through exercise!" Rumi spoke. It was obvious she just wanted a gym buddy that wouldn't tease her every 30 seconds but Gojo nevertheless went with the flow.

"Well, everyone else seems to have a lack of clothes, should I take of my shirt to fit in a bit more?" He teased a little bit. To his surprise, Rumi's ears twitched a little bit.

"You absolutely should! There's nothing more freeing than feeling the breeze between your legs." Yoruichi agreed.

"Shut up you exhibitionist! No, if you take your shirt off, I understand because its hot but if you turn into her then I'll choke you." Rumi said. Gojo took a second to contemplate getting choke by her but decided that he wouldn't be able to go any further without a pulse.

But that didn't stop him from taking his top off.

A surprisingly chiseled torso exited the confines of his black jacket and the white buttoned-up shirt he had underneath.

All present were surprised to see that his body wasn't unfit at the very least. It seems that although the girls loved showing off their bodies, Gojo's body's previous owner hadn't shared the same sentiment.

His six-pack glistened and he jumped on the treadmill.

After waiting for a second, he turned back to Rumi who was still somewhat surprised. He lowered his glasses and maintained eye contact while getting closer and closer to her. Her eyes couldn't resist staring into his and her face began to show the slightest touches of a blush. Both of their bodies got closer and closer.

Her chest was only centimeters from his when he opened his mouth.

"How do I work this thing?" He asked. Rumi snapped out of her trance and realized that he wasn't going for anything sexual at all. She turned around and was relieved to see that Yoruichi went back to bench pressing and wasn't paying attention to them at the moment.

"Just stand back for a second." She said while going up to the panel on the treadmill. Gojo isn't stupid when it comes to women. He has just proven that his eyes had a slight arousing/ trancing effect on those not hostile at the very least.

Whether or not her standing and waiting for his lips to touch hers was an effect of his Six-Eyes or if she just liked him remains to be seen. The fact that he could've claimed her lips was enough for him to calm down a little bit. Even if these are the sexiest women he'd ever seen, he'd seduce them all the same! Well, he'd try to, at the very least.

Only a minute later, Gojo was on the treadmill, he wasn't used to having such a fit body. His previous body was by no means powerful but it had stamina. This body was on a completely different scale, he was running at 40km/h consistently. Unfortunately, he didn't receive a body system, he got an eye one. This body wouldn't increase in quality much without the assistance of an eye that can boost its power.

"So Ghislaine our mother, while Yoruichi and I are your sisters. We live in the middle of a forest, pretty far from the nearest town. Did you forget about grimm, should I skip that part?" Rumi obviously wasn't someone who concerned herself with details.

"Nah, I remember grimm. How about laws? What's legal and what's illegal?" Gojo asked. It was obvious why he was asking this to anyone who's seen the tags on this novel but thankfully, Rumi didn't think too deeply while replying.

"Hmm. Nobody really talks about it but as far as I remember murder and stealing will get you thrown into jail while fighting is fine as long as it's between two huntsmen. There aren't any restrictions on who or how many you can marry. I think there are restrictions in other kingdoms though." Rumi explained. Gojo heard all he needed to hear.

"Thanks Rumi." He spoke. She simply nodded her head in response.

(A.N. Hopefully this fan service isn't too much. None of them usually have any clothes on so it's kind of difficult not to have it this way. Well this is hoe sexual the novel is so enjoy it! I plan to explore their relationships more as time goes on but get used to the lack of clothes in the mean time.)