Chapter 37: From you to me, /15 years into the future/ (1) r-18

15 years into the future (Eldia-Attack on Titan world)

The fight between Eldians and Marlians had finished...

The grand house stood tall and majestic, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city's chaos. Its elegantly crafted walls echoed a sense of tranquility that seeped into all of its inhabitants. In its ornate living room, by the comforting warmth of the fireplace, sat a man engrossed in his morning routine. His short blond hair glowed under the flickering firelight, his clean-shaved beard lending him an air of sophistication. He was Armin, a man of intellect, the master of the house, and at that moment, engrossed in the world of newsprint.

A gentle rustle of fabric preceded the entrance of a woman, her beauty ethereal under the morning sun filtering through the tall windows. Her blond hair cascaded down to her shoulders, framing a face that held a delicate balance between softness and determination. With a slender and mature body, she moved with a grace that was mesmerizing. Swiftly she tied her hair in a messy bun, the strands dancing around her face in a playful tease.

"Armin," she called, her voice like a soft melody, "when will you make breakfast?" She strode over to a corner of the room, unrolling her yoga mat with practiced ease.

Armin glanced up from his newspaper, his eyes meeting hers. "Annie dear, just a minute. Let me finish reading the news first." His tone was light, a gentle rebuttal hidden under layers of affection.

Annie clicked her tongue in mock irritation, though her eyes held a spark of amusement. Leaving Armin to his newspaper, she turned her attention to her yoga, her movements fluid and seamless.

The serene morning was interrupted by an unexpected knock at the door. With Armin still engrossed in his newspaper, Annie rose gracefully from her yoga mat and made her way to the door. Her face, previously set in a mild annoyance, brightened as soon as she saw the visitor.

Standing at the doorstep was a tall young man, his hair as white as the winter snow, contrasting sharply with the black goggles that sat atop his head. His imposing presence hinted at an underlying strength, yet his demeanor was friendly and approachable. Annie's joy was evident as she welcomed the unexpected guest, her previous irritation washed away by the pleasant surprise.

 "Mr. Gojo, how are you here?" she asked, her voice filled with astonishment.

Gojo, in his easy-going manner, replied with a teasing grin, "Ara~ Would I need to fix an appointment before coming to see my friend?" His casual jest was followed by his hand extending towards Annie, offering her a bottle of fine red wine as a token of his visit.

The hushed voices and muffled laughter reached Armin's ears, and he lifted his gaze from the newspaper to the doorway. His eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of Gojo. While the interaction was amicable, Armin's expression revealed a subtle hint of displeasure. Nevertheless, he rose from his chair, his manners impeccable as ever.

"So, Mr. Gojo," Armin started, his tone pleasant, but his words laced with a hint of sarcasm, "Glad to see you again. I thought you were quite a busy man to go around."

Gojo returned the sentiment with a nonchalant shrug, "Nah... Well, as busy as I am, I can always take some time to meet the president of Eldia."

As the men exchanged their verbal sparring, Gojo turned his attention to Annie, "Have you two had breakfast?"

Annie shot a glance at Armin, who was still displaying his displeasure subtly. "Don't worry, Mr. Gojo," she said, her voice laced with a hint of irritation towards Armin. "Let me prepare something fast."

To her surprise, Gojo waved her off, "No, no. Allow me. I'll prepare breakfast."

Armin's eyes shot daggers at Gojo, but the man simply offered him a mocking smile in return and quickly walked towards the kitchen followed by Annie. Despite his annoyance, Armin had to admit that Gojo had a way of handling situations with remarkable ease.

In the kitchen, Annie graciously handed Gojo the necessary ingredients, and he moved about with a familiarity that was surprising. His hands worked deftly, chopping the vegetables with a precision that was almost artistic.

Annie watched as Gojo transformed into a masterful chef right before her eyes. His confident movements, the way he handled each ingredient, and the expertise he showed were impressive.

Armin entered the kitchen, eyeing Gojo suspiciously as he worked. "Do you need help? How's everything coming along?" he asked tersely.

"Almost done!" Gojo replied cheerfully. As he chopped vegetables with swift precision, he turned to Armin. "Oh I forgot to mention, I didn't come alone. I brought Shion with me and she's out in the playground with Shasha."

Armin's eyes widened in alarm. "What? You brought that wild—I mean Miss Shion and left her with Shasha unsupervised?" He shook his head disapprovingly.

Shion was a free-spirited disaster who tended to get carried away in her enthusiasm. And Shasha, though sweet, was Shasha. A potato girl with a potato brain. Armin could already envision the chaos they might cause if unchecked.

"I must go check on them before they break or damage something," he sighed. Grabbing his gray coat from the hook by the door, Armin hurried outside.

Annie watched him go, a smile playing on her lips. Though Armin disapproved of surprises, his care for the children was clear. She turned back to Gojo. "Don't mind him. He means well."

Gojo chuckled. "I know. Armin's all bark and no bite." His expression turned mischievous. "Now, shall we find out how much we can annoy him before breakfast is done?"

"W-What do you mean?" Annie said as she looked to the other side.

"Nothing, I said, Would you mind handling it for a moment?" Gojo said as he gave the spoon he was holding to Annie and looked at the pot of stew.

"...Yeah sure," Annie said as she started stirring the stew.

Gojo then placed his right hand on her waist and kissed her neck from behind. "Agh!" Annie let out a small moan. His warm breath tickled against her skin. "You look hot when you cook."

Annie flushed crimson, feeling his hands travel lower down the waistband of her pants, but she did not move. After all, this wasn't a surprise for her. It'd happened many times. The only difference was the feelings behind this particular surprise being different. The way she felt about him was different. "Mr. Gojo..." She tried to suppress the shiver that was coursing through her body at his touch.

"B-But Mr Gojo..." Annie's voice became seductive, "A-Armin will... what if he sees us?"

"Oh... Then I will fuck you in front of him." Gojo stopped kissing her neck and then bit her shoulder. "Ahgnn!" Annie couldn't control her moan, "Huh... P-Please d-don't... although his sex drive is low.. Huh.. I love him.." Annie said while breathing heavily and grinding her legs against each other.

Gojo separated himself from her and said, "Well, well.. I really wanna see the look on his face..." Annie became distressed listening to that but Gojo was not finished. "Hee~ can't help it if you love him, can we? I just might need a little bit of convincing.."

Gojo turned Annie's face towards him, "How do you plan on convincing me?"

Annie turned the stove off. She lifted her tank top then got on her knees and began unzipping his pants. 

 " L-Lets get this over with before Armin comes back"

Gojo smiled, "Don't worry, I have already instructed Shion to make some problems for him to handle" and patted her head as she began stroking his dick. 

"Oh I have missed your touch~" Gojo said as Annie spit on his dick and started moving her hand back and forth.

After 5 minutes-

"When will you cum?" Annie said as she constantly looked towards the door of the house.

Gojo simply smiled, "Well, how "bout now? Or later? What would be more enjoyable than both? Ahnn.." He pulled Annie up by the waist, and his lips met hers passionately.

"Y-you're such a tease! T-The last time was a mistake.. I-I can't let you put it inside of me.." Annie complained as she pushed Gojo away.

Annie wiped off the excess sweat from her forehead.

Gojo separated again and gave her a thoughtful look but decided to play along.

"Oi, Oi... Don't be like that.. Alright, I will not put it in.." Gojo said as he gestured toward the kitchen counter, "You just get on the counter and masturbate for me.. "

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A/N: Will Gojo just play along or will he fuck Annie's brains out..? Will Armin be cucked..? What happened to the fight between Gojo and the Hashiras..? Why the title is 15 years into the future...?

Let's find out on the next episode of... ehm! let's find out in the next chap!

And those who are being stingy with their power stones.. *Takes a deep breath* YOUAREGAE! *shouts*

Please throw your stones at this poor Author! 

And yup! The next chap will be inspired by a GOTO's chapter... If you know you know...