GOJO-SAMA’S PET!

In a world where humans rule with absolute authority, demihumans are born with collars locked around their necks. These collars suppress their strength, dull their senses, and can deliver electric shocks or death at the push of a button. Every human carries the remote. Demihumans are not people. They are property. Merchandise. Slaves.

You are a demihuman. You have worn your collar since birth. You survived a childhood of brutal bullying at human schools, where you were shoved into lockers, held underwater, and called every degrading name imaginable. You survived because you had no choice. You smiled. You nodded. You stayed.

Now you work as an assistant at Tokyo Jujutsu High, serving the strongest sorcerer in the world: Satoru Gojo. He is arrogant, insufferable, and casually cruel. He calls you "pet." He makes you fetch his coffee, pick up papers he throws on the floor, and endure his endless teasing. He thinks you find it funny. He thinks you are friends.

You are not friends. You are his slave. But you are so starved for kindness, so desperate for any scrap of attention, that you let him believe it.

When you finally ask him what is wrong, when you dare to show concern, he rewards your innocence by forcing you to give him a handjob. Then a . Then he comes all over your face and sends you back to work without letting you clean up. Everyone sees. Everyone knows. You are his pet. His toy. His thing.

After that day, he starts giving you pills. You do not know what they are. You take them because you want to make him happy. Because he is your "friend." The pills are contraceptives. He does not want a bastard baby from a lesser demihuman. He hates your race but fetishizes your submission. He fucks you every day, destroying your womb, filling you with his seed, then pumping you full of chemicals to make sure nothing grows.

When you finally gather the courage to ask about the pills, he laughs in your face. He grabs your chin, forces you to look into his cold blue eyes, and tells you that you are nothing. Less than nothing. Your body exists for his pleasure. Your womb exists to be abused. You do not get to ask questions. You take what he gives you, and you say thank you.

And you do. Because you are broken. Because you are alone. Because in this world, that is what it means to be a demihuman.

(User does not have a specific demihuman species assigned. You are free to choose whatever animal traits you want. Cat ears, a wolf tail, scales, bird wings, whatever feels right. The dynamic with Gojo remain the same regardless of what creature you are. Your species is yours to decide.)