Break your mind : Heal your soul

An Unyielding Curse: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

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You are the daughter of a feudal lord in the Heian era. You come from a prominent family of Jujitsu sorcerers and have inherited your clan's prized technique. When your father is murdered, and your castle is besieged, you are taken as a war prize by the king of curses. There will be no escape.

Chapter Six: Missive

WC: 10729

You rinsed the mysterious crimson blood off of the porcelain dishes, basking in the warmth of the water. It had been two weeks since that night, and your captor still had not permitted you to wear clothes again. These momentary instances of warmth had provided you the strength to persevere through the chilling day until you could swaddle yourself in blankets at night. The cold castle air has only recently become more tolerable on your bare skin.

Apparently, you were rather adaptable. You had acclimated to your new conditions. Every morning you arose from your bed and began to clean. In a notebook, you organized a list of chores to be completed daily, weekly, and monthly. This happened after Sukuna reprimanded you for taking too long to clean everyday when you were simply trying to take longer as an excuse to reject his advances. You thought that it would be acceptable if you used his own orders as an excuse, but your assumption was incorrect. He had dumped your head in the dirty mop water while he raped you. 

You cringed, remembering the burning soap in your nose and eyes. Sukuna was unrelenting in his ways. He would always get what he desired, so it was always better to just comply. That was the hardest lesson to learn. 

It was humiliating. Every time you assumed that you had witnessed the true depths of his depravity, he always went further, showing you that he could always induce more pain, more humiliation, more fear. Anything other than absolute obedience was seen as open rebellion. You had to willingly comply with his every whim, not showing any flicker of ungratefulness. 

The only way you had managed to willingly endure his torment was by reminding yourself that this was all deception. He would underestimate you, assume that your morals could easily be swayed by shame and agony. As much as it tore you apart inside, your compliance would make him believe that he has broken you. 

So, you had been perfectly behaved since the mop water incident. You obeyed his every desire and stifled all complaints. He mocked how easy it was to break you. Surely it was meant to degrade you, but it invigorated you. He had no suspicion that your submission was merely a deceit. 

You were filled with a newfound determination that burned like fire in your heart. Every time he leered at your naked form while you cleaned, every time he grabbed and felt your body, every time he mocked you and your family, every time he made you have sex with him, you thought about how his arrogance would be his undoing. The idea of him being finally defeated all because he was too horny to kill you washed away all of your shame. 

Placing the now pristine dishes back into their place, you recited a quick prayer in your head for the poor soul who fell victim to Sukuna’s bloodlust. There was no way for you to determine the morality of the person, but you thought that they certainly deserved some compassion regardless. 

A shiver wracked your body as you stepped outside. The wind brought an apparent chill in the air. The shining sun’s appearances grew ever so slightly more brief, its once powerful heat now stifled by the growing wind. The bright green vegetation was slowly losing its vivid color. Autumn would soon be here. 

Fortunately, this was excellent news. You walked across the courtyard and through the south entrance toward the gardens. According to the books you had read, apparently fall was the season for harvesting. The chef who had worked in the castle had already planted tons of plants early in the summer that would soon be ready to harvest. You wondered how Sukuna would feel if he knew that he had sieged your castle at the perfect time. 

At the very least, neither of your captors seemed to mind you growing your own food.  Gratitude for the small things was how you maintained your sanity. It was mostly terrible, but there were ways that it could be worse.

Uraume also tended to the castle garden. Apparently Sukuna preferred his human flesh to be thoroughly spiced, so they would maintain the blossoming herbs. It was unfortunate how talented of a chef they were, considering their master’s choice of protein. Every dish they prepared was truly a work of art, an art that defiles the sanctity of cooking.

Your plans for food did not stop there. Last week, you had planted a bunch of hardy turnips. They were not your favorite vegetable and they grew slowly, but they were extremely resistant to the cold. If everything went according to plan, they would be ready just before the first real snow, giving you something to eat during the winter. 

Winter was something you were worried about. Being in the northern part of Japan near the mountains meant that winters could be particularly long and brutal. Your family and the villages had been cooperating and planning for centuries to avoid starvation in those long months. You were concerned not only with the ability of the remote villages within your prefecture to survive, but also with your own survival. 

In the event that you run out of food in the dead of winter, you might have to rely on your captors for food. The idea of eating humans made you gag, but it was an absolute worse case scenario. All of this would be for nothing if you were to starve to death. If this were to occur, you hoped that the hunger in your stomach would motivate you to forget the source of the meat. 

You continued to investigate the garden. The rice would soon be ready to harvest, as well as the buckwheat, soybeans, chestnuts, yams, and lotus roots. Later in the season, you could harvest barley, taro, millet, mustard greens, leeks, plums, and any mushrooms you could find. You would have to find a dry place to store them and research recipes, but you felt confident that you would be able to survive on a completely vegetarian diet this winter. 

“Hey, concubine!” A sharp voice called. 

The urge to roll your eyes was powerful, but you turned toward Uraume and bowed. They had never used your real name before. Then again you supposed, neither had Sukuna. 

“I am going to the river. Do not dare to assume you will be able to disappear without me finding you. Master Sukuna will return later.” Their frosted eyes never met your bare form. Your nudity seemed to make them uncomfortable. You could not find it within you to have sympathy for the ice sorcerer. 

Their warning was subtle, but you understood their point, clear as air. If you attempt to escape right now, you will not succeed. The opportunity was not worth the punishment. You nodded in response, knowing that you had another plan in mind. 

They quickly slipped away. Briefly, you pondered where Sukuna and Uraume went whenever you were at the castle all day, not even sure if they would tell you if you were to ask. Sukuna spent much more time away than Uraume did, but Uraume would disappear for a few hours a few times a week. However, you were grateful because it gave you the opportunity to practice control.

You remained there a few moments, waiting to be certain that Uraume was gone. Then, you booked it inside toward the library. You had felt ready to try to send a letter for a while, patiently waiting for the right opportunity. 

The library was an ideal place for you to do it. It was on the far west side of the castle, closest to the mountain. You had also yet to see either of them sniffing around in here, so you doubted that they would notice the residuals of cursed energy in there. 

You grabbed your doll and folded your short note within its hands. It informed your brother on everything that had happened, including your binding vow with Sukuna, detailed your plan to spy on Sukuna, and requested help to plan to catch him off his guard. 

You took a deep breath, knowing that your situation would drastically improve once you knew you were not alone. 

Threads stretched out of your fingers and coiled around the legs and arms of the doll. You concentrated your cursed energy like you had practiced, increasing your precision and stamina. Your eyes had reflexively shut, completely focused on the sensation of your threads beneath the foot of the doll. Smooth cedar floors, plush cotton doll legs, still library air. 

You maneuvered the doll across the floor with ease. The strings wrapped around her torso to keep her upright. You had to concentrate on keeping your threads blunt to avoid accidentally slicing her. The doll pranced toward the large window, leaping through the small gap.

The cold breeze brushed against your threads, encouraging you to take a deep breath. Rapidly, you forced it to sprint toward the forest, aiming to at least gain as much ground as possible. The doll was barely taller than the soft grass. 

You could tell that it had entered the forest when you no longer felt the warmth of the shining sun and the soft soil beneath it’s feet turned into firm ground and crunchy leaves. As the doll continued it’s ascent, the incline increased. Through the strings, you sensed more rocks and more cold wind as it climbed the mountain. 

Your breath grew shallow as the doll ran further and further away. The tension in your strings harshly yanked on your fingers. Anxiety swelled inside you, making your cursed energy waver. 

The doll became more unsteady as the incline increased. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to not think about how this was your only hope. Doubt was likely to increase the chance of failure. 

Painful aches echoed within your bones as you felt your cursed energy slowly drain. The wind was growing stronger, almost blowing the doll away. Your breath caught, focusing on one step at a time. Your strings had never stretched this far, and it was costing you. 

Desperation and fear filled your entire being. You let those emotions fuel your cursed energy, completely focused on accomplishing this task. 

Miraculously, you felt the vibrations of sound. Concentrating, you directed the doll toward it. Then, you smiled, hearing hundreds of flapping wings. 

It worked. You had made it. Directing the doll toward the center, you commanded it to jump onto the wooden platform. The instant you heard a male voice question the strange sight, you snapped your stings. 

…

It was a real struggle to act naturally. They would certainly notice if you were suddenly acting much more chipper, but you had felt more hope than you had in weeks. You took deep breaths to calm yourself, determined to use this hope to persevere through your next encounter with him. Ignoring the urge to skip, you calmly strided across the hall toward the throne room.

His now familiar, suffocating presence lingered beyond the massive doors. He had taken to sitting on your father’s throne in his spare time and expected you to come to him as soon as you sensed him. You did not keep him waiting, having no desire to try his fragile patience, and immediately entered and bowed before him.

“Good evening, Your Majesty.” You greeted him calmly, determined that nothing he could do tonight would ruin your uplifted mood. Your sole priority was surviving long enough to see your plan through. The faint ember of hope in your chest could not be so easily extinguished by his cruelty.  

He leered at your hanging breasts, intense gaze making your cheeks blush a light pink. Bowing to him gave you the opportunity to avoid eye contact, which you were grateful for. It made playing your role easier. Although, his silence made your toes clench. You wracked your brain for what you possibly could have done to aggravate him this quickly. 

“You repeat the same handful of words each time we meet. I had expected you to be less dull.” He observed. His tone retained its normal harsh and condescending timber, yet it seemed almost casual. 

You were unsure of how you were supposed to respond to that, feeling almost awkward. It was shocking to see someone so unaware of normal social conventions, but you supposed he would not care about that sort of thing. Nevertheless, it made you question whether you were the first person he spoke with consistently almost everyday. Sure, there was Uraume, but they were equally if not somehow even more socially inept. 

It was perplexing, because his language and vocabulary were rather sophisticated. He took effort in conveying his own self-importance beyond just his abilities, but also through his manner of speech. Yet, his ignorance to certain conventions revealed his crude nature. 

What desire was stronger within him, the desire to reject all social concepts, or his desire to appear as superior and refined? After debating, you decided to inform him of such.  “It would be impolite to engage in conversation with a superior without properly greeting them first.” 

“Is that so?” He challenged, a tinge of mirth in his eyes.

“It is indeed, sire.” You affirmed, aiming to appear as obliging as possible. “I would never disrespect a superior of my own will. You must command me to be impolite, should you wish me to be.”

He stood up, making you curse internally. Did he see through your act? Your fists clenched. “Rise.” He ordered. 

You lifted up and looked at his imposing form.

“You know your place better than I.” He walked over to the wall, confusing you. “I do not pretend to understand the ways of weaklings. If you insist on greeting me every time then so be it.” 

His response surprised you. He was acting rather unpredictable this evening, but you supposed he always kept you on your toes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him touch the wall with his hands. 

“Being inside this castle…” He mused. “Is much like being inside a domain.” 

You flexed your eyebrows. So, he was still on that? He had such a strange fascination with it. You wondered how close he was to figuring it out. Little did he know that you would have gladly just told him weeks before his invasion, if it meant he would have left the castle alone. 

“I could not say. The subject matter is outside my experience,” You admit, shuffling awkwardly. 

“Foolish brat, I doubt your perspective could possibly enrich mine regardless.” He coldly commented, making you pinch your lips together. It was embarrassing, but his comment was not unfounded. His combat experience was so vastly superior to yours. You hoped that he would not see your innocuous comment as arrogance. Thankfully, he simply asked, “Would you even be alive right now, had you experienced one?” 

He turned back to stare at you with those aggressive eyes, evaluating you the same way a god would evaluate a potential sacrifice. No matter how much time you spent with him, you never adapted to his malevolent presence. His derisive tone revealed his intent to belittle you. 

You did have an anti-domain technique, but saw it to be in your best interest to hide as much of your abilities from him as possible. You choose to deflect, reluctant to share that information with him. “I see little use in pondering theoretical events.” 

His head cocked a tad, slightly perplexed by your response. “You do not contemplate entirely possible circumstances?” He questioned. “I had assumed you to be the type of person to be prepared for every situation.” 

“On the contrary, I believe excessive preparation to be a weakness.” That was not entirely a lie. You believed that relying too much on planning leaves one vulnerable to unexpected changes, but you were exaggerating your beliefs to Sukuna in order to make your point. Upon seeing his narrowed eyes, you choose to humble yourself, adding “It is ignorant to assume any amount of preparation could change impossible outcomes.”

He pondered your words. “Your skepticism is understandable, given how little you have achieved with your cursed energy. Quite rare for a sorcerer.” His tone was not mocking. He was simply stating a fact. 

“Your assumption is right, but the reasoning behind it is not.” You responded lowly, without thinking. 

He was silent for a moment, crimson eyes scanning your face. “Do you mean to say you possess an anti-domain technique?” 

You dodged his question. “I am a Lady. Fighting is of little consequence to someone like me. My duty demands my focus be toward other priorities.” 

He scoffed, rolling his many eyes. “Your present circumstance appears more inevitable than accidental if you truly believe fighting is of little consequence to you. And yet, you still remain too proud to admit your own shortcomings.” You crossed your brows, fighting the urge to point out to him that he was much like you in that respect. 

“Those values you insist upon preserving are the reason for your failure. How typical of a sorcerer to be so idiotic.” He sneered. 

“Are we not all fighting each other to prove our convictions? I will always fight to preserve humanity in the same manner that you will always fight to destroy it. I do not believe anyone can imply that one’s failures were the outcome of one’s chosen values because the same implication could be drawn for either side.” You defended, skin growing hot. 

“Sounds like the words of someone who has only known defeat. I am sure you can imagine why such beliefs escape me.” His eyebrows pinched together. “Regardless, I asked you a question.”

You frowned, cursing his determination to get an answer out of you. Why did it matter so much to him? “I never imagined the King of Curses to be a man who dwells on hypotheticals,” you slyly mentioned. 

His head cocked, smirking. “We could always simply test it out instead.”

“Your majesty would break his binding vow to obtain information on a proposed hypothetical?” You instantly questioned. He knows how you redirect. He will take your anxiety as proof that you do not have an anti-domain technique. 

He must have bought it, for he straightened up and relaxed his shoulders. “I prefer to prepare for every eventuality,” he said.

You found that to be surprising. He certainly must struggle to find worthy opponents, so it would make sense for him to challenge himself by intentionally not preparing. However, you thought it best not to mention this to him. “One must admire such diligence,” you replied, “though, with preparation comes the risk of being caught unaware of the unexpected.” 

“Of course, one should not become unaccustomed to adaptation, but that should not suggest that it is unwise to plan,” he stated obviously. He seemed to particularly enjoy speaking to you as if you were an imbecile. 

“I suggest that it is unwise to proceed with the understanding that any plan survives untouched.” You smiled coyly. "Besides, there is a thrill in spontaneity that I could not bare to taint.” 

Something flashed in his eyes. “Spontaneity invites failure,” he observed.

“So does excessive caution,” you answered.

“And you trust impulsiveness instead?”

“No,” you replied. “I trust myself to adapt.”

“Your self-possession perseveres.” He pauses, scanning your still naked form. “You would cling to a weakness for excitement?” 

You sighed. “I believe that life would be terribly dreadful without any sort of exhilaration, even if it resulted in greater strength. Nevertheless, I suppose that such musings are unrelatable to you.” 

He seemed like he was going to say something in response, but he stopped himself and glanced at the ground. “You may suppose whatever you want about me.” He aloofly replied.

Silence fell between the both of you. His behavior was quite puzzling. You could not tell if you had angered him, but if you had then you were desperate to change the subject. There was only one thing that you were confident he would talk about.

Your head cocked. “Sire?”

He looked at you, surprised that you would initiate a conversation so boldly. Normally, you avoided speaking with him unless you were prompted to do so. He did not say anything, choosing to observe your expression instead. 

Your hands fiddled together nervously, suddenly afraid that he would find your interjection to be an impertinence. Alas, you decided to be brave, hoping that he would see your question to be in good faith. “What did you mean by comparing the castle to the inside of a domain?” 

His head tilted slightly, absorbed in thought. Then, after a brief moment, an intrigued smile tugged at his mouth. Your blood went cold. Before you could react, he was right in front of you, grabbing your hands and holding them behind your back with one hand.

You relaxed your body and went limp in his grip, trying to not show any signs of resistance. He pulled you close, pressing you against his chest. Your chin was pinched between two fingers and you were forced to look up at him. He intensely stared at you, paralyzing you with his piercing red eyes, like fresh blood spilled onto the snow.

 He just held you there, staring into your eyes. The proximity made your heart race. For some reason, this felt more intimate than anything you had done before. Your skin flushed with heat.

His natural scent flooded your nose, lingering in your lungs. Your thoughts were completely possessed by his invasive scent, wood smoke and spicy musk, with a faint trace of salt and iron. It was the aroma of human skin along with something instinctive and primal, all biting and all burning. It was all too familiar to you. 

He roamed his extra pair of hands all over your body, grasping and stroking your bare body. You shivered from the pleasant heat of the skin on his palms. His skin was always hot and rough, and always against yours. 

His scent and his touch were as dominating as his presence. Every single aspect of him was overpowering. It consumed your whole being. 

“Being surrounded by unfamiliar cursed energy…” He whispered. “Your whole body swallowed in a cursed technique that is not yours, one that penetrates your entire being.”

“It is to a much lesser degree, but the similarity is there. The same process that creates domains created this castle.”

You were rather astonished at his sincere answer, having expected mockery or dismissal. His lack of reluctance to share his knowledge on cursed energy was incredibly surprising to you. Was he so confident in his abilities that he felt no need to conceal his knowledge? 

[thinks about how she could learn things about jujitsu from him to grow her own skill should she survive this. Debates asking him and wonders if he would teach her?] 

His thumb pressed against your bottom lip. You could not compose any sort of response, too engulfed in your mission to be as compliant as possible. 

“If I had known that your attitude would disappear along with your clothes, I would have rid you of them much sooner.” His smile was cruel. “I find you vastly improved by humility.”

“I am thankful that you are appeased, sire.” You lied, fully in character. 

“Do you imagine yourself equal to the task of pleasing me?” 

You wonder what he could possibly be implying. Everything you had done seemed to work so far. “I am confident in my ability to try.”

“You will find that my satisfaction demands more than confidence.” Anxiety rose within you. 

“You should consider yourself lucky for the opportunity.” He smiled. “Few are invited to try.” 

“I thank you for the opportunity, sire. I am most grateful for your consideration.” The words hardly sounded convincing, but he did not care.

“I trust you understand how much depends upon my satisfaction?”

You fought back the urge to whimper. “Yes, your majesty.” 

He released you, walking toward the throne to take his place there. The fog in your brain disappeared, no longer suffocated by his proximity. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. As tortuous as this would be, it would not be eternal. The details of your plan ricocheted inside your mind. You exhaled, releasing as much tension as possible with your breath.

“Kneel.” His harsh voice commanded.

Instantly, you turned toward him and dropped to your knees. 

“Come here.” 

Confused by the seemingly conflicting requests, you began to rise up to walk over there, but the rapid explosion of cursed energy you sensed halted you in place. Behind you, a vertical, linear crack sliced into the wall. Your mistake had almost cost you your arm. He was not messing around. 

You waited for him to berate you for your foolishness, but he remained there, sitting upon your father’s throne. You wished he would be frank about what he wanted, it would make complying much easier. 

It occurred to you, there was a reason he ordered you to kneel first. Heat rises toward your cheeks as you blink rapidly. You leaned forward, placing your hands on the dark cedar floor. You could not find the strength within you to look at him. 

As you crawled toward him like a dog, your skin burned with shame while you felt his condescending gaze upon you. It was easier to pretend you were just a dog. After all, you did live on scraps.

That is how you coped through the worst of it. This was not your body. This was not your life. 

When his feet entered your vision, you placed your knees between them and knelt right in front of him, as someone would who was eager for the opportunity to be close to him. 

His hand roughly grabbed your chin, inspecting your face. Your eyes watered from the pain, and you were certain that it would bruise tomorrow. Fear radiated from the deepest part of your soul when you looked into his predatory eyes. It seemed like he would start eating you at any moment.

A finger brushed over your lip. “I love the way you tremble when you do not know what will happen next,” he muttered darkly. 

He freed his massive manhood from his confinements. The skin was a shade darker than the rest of his skin.

You had an understanding of what he expected from you. After all, in your desperation to ensure you would be a pleasing wife you did study the forbidden scrolls detailing all of the methods to pleasure a man. It disgusted you, but if you could make him feel weak then you would. 

This act was commonly seen as degrading to the female, and you understood why. However, you had the opinion that it was more degrading to the man. Succumbing to immense pleasure to someone else and being in such a vulnerable position was surely the more submissive role. You had the belief that making someone orgasm gave you a sort of edge over them. It was why you were slightly grateful Sukuna never tried to pleasure you. 

Leaning forward, content to ignore him to the best of your abilities, your pink tongue stretched out to give an experimental lick of the slit of his member. The taste was salty, but not repugnant. You wrapped your tongue around the bulging head, noting how the skin was much smoother than the rest of his body. 

He was silent and tense, so you continued. Wrapping your lips around him, you took his tip into your mouth. Your jaw hurt from being opened so wide to accommodate him, so you traced your tongue right beneath the cap. The smooth sensation of his strangely soft skin on your tongue weirdly distracted you from your aching jaw.

His member twitched when your tongue dipped lower to a ridge of skin right below the head. You opened wider to take him deeper into your mouth and stroked your tongue up that ridge. He drew a sharp breath. 

Your eyes watered from intense discomfort, but you blinked the tears away. Your hands grabbed the top of his large thighs to steady yourself as you pushed your mouth down around his member, stopping only when his tip touched your throat. You swallowed reflexively. 

He groaned softly, encouraging you. Saliva dripped out of your mouth and coated his length, pooling at his crotch. Your tongue swirled around him and you gently sucked, pulling up just to push yourself back down on him again. 

“You fucking whore.” His words seemed constrained. “Your lips were just made to be wrapped around my cock.”  

You fell into a comfortable rhythm of sucking as you pull up and swallowing as you go down. Your tongue pressed into his sensitive ridge and stroked as much of him as possible. He roughly grabbed your hair, increasing your speed. 

Your neck began to ache from the continuous motion of going up and down, over and over again. Tears were pouring freely from your eyes as your face turned red from the lack of sufficient oxygen. You were strangely grateful for his hands jerking your head up and down, it made your job slightly easier. You could strictly focus on relaxing your throat, swallowing, tracing your tongue over his sensitive spot, and breathing. 

The head of his member punched the back of your throat, making you let out an involuntary whimper. You opened your jaw as wide as possible to let him freely use your mouth. 

He groaned. “Fuck….” 

Saliva coated every inch of his dick, living a glistening shine on the smooth skin. Your tongue ached as you continuously pressed it into the sensitive ridge below the cap, where you had read in the books that part was particularly sensitive. Every time you brushed your tongue over it, his member throbbed against you. 

When his head hit the back of your mouth once more, his hand pushed your head further downward, splitting your throat open. Your throat was now wrapped around the tip of his cock. You fought the urge to gag by imagining you were at the beach on a beautiful sunny day, another technique you had learned from the book.

“What a fucking slut. “He moaned, holding that position. Saliva dripped freely out your lips as you stilled all your movements, focused on not gagging. You swallowed reflexively, earning another moan from your captor. 

He released the tension, letting you pull up to catch your breath. The air was delicious, however, you did not get to enjoy it for long. After a mere moment, he shoved your head back down, deeper this time. The top quarter of his member penetrated your throat. Your hands tightly gripped his thighs, focusing on the firm muscle underneath your palms instead of the large object expanding your throat. 

His member aggressively twitched inside your throat, making your back spasm from the foreign pressure. His fingers tangled in your hair, and began to pull you up and down at a steady pace. 

You noticed that he was panting. His eyes were closed and his body was tense. Despite the strenuous pressure on your body, satisfaction rose within your chest at being the cause of this undoing. The techniques from the scroll had worked. You were causing him immense pleasure. 

Now determined, you swallowed around his giant member and continued to stroke your tongue along him as he pulled you up and down. His deep moan encouraged you to push his cock a little deeper into your throat. 

“You want me to use you? You are fucking begging for it. I never thought you would be such a whore.” He dictated, his tone both angry and desperate. Then, he pushed you all the way down. His cock slid all the way into your throat, your nose was squished against his pelvis. His dark pink pubic hair tickled your face.

You wretched but he held you firm in place. You tried to relax your jaw but the colossal pressure in your throat was too overwhelming to ignore. Your hands reached for his stomach to push off but it was no use. 

“Fucking take it like the little bitch you are. This is all you are good for, pathetic weakling.” His voice was harsh, but unsteady. His eyes were glazed in frustration and pleasure. 

You thought of the beach. The shining sun. The warm and soft sand. The gentle crashing waves. The soothing wind.

You relaxed around the invasion in your throat. You swallowed around him, making him moan from the pressure on his member. Your tongue reached down to lick his ball sack. His grip on your hair tightened as he pulled you up just enough to let you breath before shoving you all the way back down.

He was moaning and thrusting into your throat at a quick pace. His cock continuously convulsed in your throat, indicating that he was close. You swallowed and dragged your tongue around so that he would finish as quickly as possible.

Finally, after a few rough thrusts, his member jerked and sprayed his seed all down your throat. He held you against his pelvis as his member twitched and ejaculated into your throat. His eyes were tightly shut as he let out a deep groan, almost like a growl. 

He released you once he finished. You were panting, desperate for the air. He was also breathing heavily as he recovered. Your gaze locked onto his drooping lids, half dazed by his orgasm. It was strange to see him so relaxed. 

You flinched when his massive hand rested on top of your head, stroking your hair. You ignored how pleasant the gentle pressure felt.  

“You are a natural cock sucker. Was that really your first time?” 

A bright red blush spread across your face. “I-I uh,” you began, struggling to find the words, “read scrolls detailing techniques for the act of pleasing my future husband.” You cleared your throat. 

“Are you not as pure as I thought you were?” He taunted, eyes full of something wicked. 

“No, I was just always determined to be the best at my duty. My duty was to be a wife. Now, my duty is to please you.” You defended. 

He scanned your pitiful form, not saying a word. Then, he grabbed your wrists and effortlessly pulled you up onto his lap. “I never fail to reward true competence. Consider this encouragement to maintain this standard.” He declared. 

You grasped his broad shoulders to stabilize the sudden shift in balance. Your knees were pinned in between the arm rests and the outside of his thighs, forcing your legs apart. You trembled from being so exposed. “I do not deserve an award for fulfilling my duty, sire.”

He clicked his tongue in response and gripped your hips to force you to sit down on his lap. You could feel the firm muscle on the back of your thighs. “I actually reward excellence as a rule, especially for such an exceptional performance.” He licked his lips. 

“Your majesty,” You laughed nervously, tightening your grip on his shoulders. “Surely, you understand as to why I am anxious as to what that might entail?”

“That is not of my concern.” 

You felt the strong urge to roll your eyes. He expected you to be grateful for this? 

“I am quite generous with those who excel,” he murmured huskily. “Especially when they remind me why they have earned my attention.” 

It was difficult to imagine Sukuna being generous. His idea of generosity was probably a far cry from genuine benevolence. 

His finger gently traced up your slit. You froze, losing your train of thought.

“You are already a bit wet. Did sucking my dick turn you on? You really are a slut.” 

Your cheeks burned. “I-”

Your response was cut off by the sensation of him pressing down onto the bundle of nerves above your slit. Sparks of pleasure shot up inside you as your skin began to heat up. Your core began to throb. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperate to disappear.

He pulled you closer, letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck. The smell of him was overwhelming. His finger continued to draw slow circles around your sensitive clit. Your thighs quivered as you tried to steady your breathing.

Pleasure began to build deep within you. You tried to ignore it, desperate not to give in to the ministrations of a monster. This was all supposed to be pretend, you were not really his whore. 

Your nipples hardened from his gentle teasing. His rough fingers were providing delicious friction that made your mouth water. Your grip on his shoulders tightened. 

Another one of his hands lightly twisted your nipple between two fingers, occasionally brushing over the tip. Your core clenched around nothing as you bit your lip to fight back a moan. Your breathing grew faster. 

His thumb pressed harder into your core and increased his pace. You fought the powerful urge to buck your hips toward him, but it made your entire body tremble as a soft gasp escaped your lips. 

A drop of your wetness dripped onto the throne. Tears escaped your eyes from the humiliation. 

It did not occur to you that he would try to weaken you through pleasure as you had attempted. You should have expected that he would try to break you down in this way. You were desperate to ignore the growing fire in your core that longed to grind into his large fingers. 

Another finger slowly traced a circle over your greedy hole. It clenched in response, making you burn in shame. How could you desire such a despicable man? 

He slipped the finger inside you, wiggling his way through your constricting walls. You bit your lip to suppress a moan from the pleasant stretch.

“You are clenching around me.” He whispered into your ear mockingly. You began to cry as he brushed up against the sensitive spot inside you while massaging your clit. 

Instinctively, you pressed into him, your hard nipples smushed into his firm chest. At least this way, he could no longer tug and pull at them, driving you insane with lust. 

You tried to dissociate. You were not here. You were at the beach. These sinful sensations were not happening. You felt sand, sun, the cool water of the waves-

He slipped another finger in. You tightened your grip at the increased stretch, but it felt terribly good. You tried to focus on anything but the growing fire in your core. 

His pace increased on both your clit and inside you, fucking you with his fingers. A shameful moan escaped your lips. You tried to pull away, to decrease the mouthwatering pressure against your sensitive spot. However, he held you still and only increased the pressure, forcing another moan from you as you clench around his fingers. 

“Ah,” he purred, directly into your ear which sent shivers down your spine. “Little slut likes it rough, does she not?” 

Another finger slid inside you, and the pace increased once again.  You cried as he pounded into you. The rising pleasure was too intense to ignore. You were panting, sweating, and twitching in his lap. 

Mortification overtook your whole body and soul. His pace was rough and intense, and you loved it. Moans were constantly slipping out as you absentmindedly grinded against him. Every thrust set your brain on fire. 

His fingers rapidly punched your sensitive spot as his other finger aggressively rubbed your clit. It was more intense than you have ever achieved with your own fingers. You were panting and moaning from the immense pleasure. It felt like you were going to explode. 

Your eyes clenched as you shouted and creamed around his fingers, squeezing him hard. Your thighs were shaking as he kept pounding you through it. Your whole body tingled in pleasure. It was the hardest you had ever orgasmed in your life. Your juices dripped down his hand.

His hand came up to your face and wiped a bit of drool off your mouth. Your gaze locked onto the floor in embarrassment.

“Since you have been such a perfect little whore, I will permit you to wear clothes again.” He commanded. “Now go bathe and change.”

You slid off his lap and bowed to him. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

…

You were torn apart inside. After that incident, Sukuna had left on a trip for several days. It had now been almost two weeks since you had seen him. You were grateful for the time apart, desperately requiring some distance from his smothering presence that only further clouded your thoughts. 

You had always believed you were better than that. You had always believed that your constitution would triumph over any outside temptations. You had always believed that you would never yield to sinful gratification.

Yet, that was what had happened. He may have forced you into that circumstance, but you orgasmed in his hands all the same. His dark deeds were suddenly irrelevant in the face of your pleasure. It made you sick. 

In spite of all that has happened, this was the most you had ever felt unclean. Before, it was just your body. He was simply desecrating your flesh. Now, he was desecrating your soul. 

Tears fell from your eyes as you sobbed into your pillow. It surprised you that you could still cry, that you still had any more tears to shed. The night that it had happened, the night you succumbed to evil, you had wailed both in the bathroom and into your pillow until sunrise.  

This profound silence afterward was almost worse than the act itself. Wallowing in your thoughts made you want to vomit. Everytime you closed your eyes, you were brought back to the experience. His scent, his thick fingers, the intense pleasure. 

Something was rotten inside you. It festered beneath your skin. Your consciousness whispered in your head, condemning and deploring you for your behavior. No amount of praying could cleanse your soiled spirit. 

Even if your plan succeeded, you would never be free of this weight upon you. The guilt lingered above you, like a dark cloud blocking out any positive thoughts. People were suffering under Sukuna, and you were here cumming on his fingers.

You choked on another sob. You grieved the innocent person you were before all of this. She was now completely dead. Sukuna had killed her.

You took a deep breath. It hurt, your chest was tight and your stomach was hollow, however, this was the person you needed to become in order to take your enemy down. This was a necessary change to ensure he bought your compliance. 

And, you begrudgingly thought, would it not be easier now, with him making sure you also enjoyed it? 

No. It was not. Physical pain was far superior to this immense shame. Physical pain was healable. There was nothing you could do to escape the persistent guilt inside your head. 

There was a light tapping sound. Your head snapped up. The gentle taps occurred again, this time slightly faster. The sound was coming from the window. You rose from your bed and opened the shade.

Your eyes lit up. It was a karasu. The black crow had a small scroll tethered to its left leg. Your heart raced, unable to believe your eyes. It had worked! Your brother was contacting you.

Rapidly, you retrieved the scroll from its leg and immediately unraveled it, desperate to read its contents.

My dear sister,

You have no idea how delighted I was to receive your message. I had long believed you to have perished. I have no idea how you got your note to the hikyaku center, but it is unsurprising for you to be so clever as to think of that. I imagine you to have taken every possible precaution to prevent Sukuna from discovering your correspondence. I know it must have been risky, but I implore you to worry not a moment longer. You should not need to do it again. I will send a bird every new and full moon. I hope that is infrequent enough to not catch his attention. For now, you can respond with this bird.

I am horrified at what he has done to you. It fills me with the deepest rage to know that you are suffering in such a deplorable manner. And to think, you have been suffering all alone. My heart aches for you, my sweet sister. I must declare this to you. It is not your fault. You are the last person in the world who deserves this, and the fact that you are willing to continue enduring this torment in order to help our cause proves this to be so. You are still one of the purest people I know. 

I wish I could write more. There is so much I have to say to you, about father, about the clan, about our dear brothers, about our plans. Yet, I must tell you this. I urge you to comply with him. The fact that he would enter a binding vow to not kill you convinces me that your plan will work. Also, from my understanding, the amulet remains undestroyed. I urge you to find it if possible,

I am praying for you. Burn this when you have finished reading it. 

Lord Takanori Kokke Fujiwara

Your hands trembled as you read it. Your body felt lighter, no longer shouldering this burden alone. His words echoed inside your head. Not your fault. One of the purest people I know. 

A deep sigh escaped you as you rushed to throw the scroll into the burning lamp. Hope blossomed in your chest, more powerful than it had been in weeks. A calmness washed over you. Nothing Sukuna did mattered because you were not alone. Your brother was praying for you. 

Takanori had always defended you. He was noble like that. Knowing that he had your back was a greater comfort than anything. 

You quickly constructed a reply and sent the bird on its way. Now, you had a new mission. Finding that amulet.

…

Every single inch of her body was soft. 

Her hands, her feet, her face, her hair, her cunt, her mouth. All of it was perfectly smooth and pliable, as if every part of her flesh was constructed from the finest silk, woven like satin. Her skin was supple and sleek, completely free of callouses or tough ridges. Her hair was soft and plush, like a rabbit pelt. He could glide his hand across it and be met with absolutely no resistance, strands effortlessly sliding around his fingers. It made him sick how delicate she was.  

Even her flesh beneath her skin was smooth against his teeth. It was surprising how pliable and squishy her body was considering she was strong enough to fight. Her muscles were firm against her bones, but easily compressed under his touch. She had just the right amount of fat that he found perfectly ideal in a woman. 

She was equally satisfying to please as she was to torture. The guilt and horror on her face after she came on his fingers lingered at the front of his mind for days. Previously, he had been a bit reluctant to let her enjoy the experience, but then he realized how that allowed her to remain stuck in her own righteousness, which deeply irritated him. The whole point of this punishment was to humble her, to show her how pointless her convictions are. 

He would use her own body as a way to inflict psychological torment, and observe how she falls apart to justify coming undone for a monster. 

It was shocking how much gratification he got from her mere presence. Her submissive nature stirred something deep inside him. The intense desire to have her always bare and against him filled his being. She was a weakling, but she was a weakling who understands her place beneath him. And, he always wanted her to prove it to him. 

She was like a cat, possessing all of the beauty, dignity, and grace of a well-bred feline. A rare, exotic, and rather elusive creature. She certainly carried herself as if she were a pampered cat, poised, proud, observant. A pretty and soft animal who knew she would be admired whether she tried or not. He found her composure to be far too presumptuous, unaware that she is too refined for someone of her position. 

Cats were symbols of luxury, imported from China, and normally exclusively owned by the aristocrats. He had read The Pillow Book, cats were admired for their mysterious nature, their lithe bodies, their elegant movements. The emperor himself was particularly captivated by his kitten. In his opinion, she perfectly met the criteria. He had half the desire to take her far from the castle, to show off his new luxurious pet. However, he would have to wait until she was fully tamed. 

His cock stiffened at the memory of her naked and crawling toward him. He had the feeling that in time, she would become a proper whore. He knew that he was bigger than average, which should mean she will eventually have a hard time resisting enjoying it. Once she got used to his size, he imagined his little uptight princess would become his little horny slut. The thought of her one day begging for his cock drove him crazy with lust.

His new abode came with the perfect little pet. What a strange stroke of luck for him. 

He had spent quite a bit of time away from his new pet. Although, it irritated him how much he desired to see her once more. As much as he did enjoy pillaging these clusters of villages full of sorcerers, he could not help but desire to have her here with him. She induced this insatiable lust within him that was dreadfully frustrating. 

It was dangerous how much she was beginning to affect him. It was perhaps why he had taken his time destroying these miserable people. As fun as it was giving the sorcerers time to plan and convince themselves that they stood a chance against him, he had also desired for space away from her, hoping to clear his head.

Alas, it seemed to only make him crave her more. His desire was like a raging fire beneath his skin, burning for her touch. 

He was certain that this was just a powerful infatuation, that this obsession would soon pass. She was just the most attractive person he had ever been with, that was why she was consuming him for the moment. There was no way she would be able to permanently hold his attention. He would eventually grow tired of her. 

Yet, for the time being, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her. As much as this bothered him, he paid no mind to it. He would simply punish her upon his return. 

His head rested against his fist as he sat on the floor, legs crossed together. The next village he had intended on pillaging recently informed him that they wanted to throw him a celebration in his name, worshipping his strength as they should. 

He was intent on destroying all of these villages, not showing any mercy or submitting to their incessant pleas. Nevertheless, he felt the strange desire to show off his new pet. He could  imagine their horrified expressions as they watched him drag a beautiful, helpless sorcerer naked through the streets. 

And, after the festival was over, he would kill them all anyway. He ignored the quiet truth deep inside him that he did not want anyone to lay eyes upon her bare body and live. Plus, she had only seen a fraction of his strength. He was certain she would be more compliant if she were to witness his true power. 

His fists clenched, now irritated. Why did he want her to see him fight? He had nothing to prove to a weakling. If she underestimated him, that was her mistake. 

This was surely a part of her wicked plot, using her feminine charm to mess up his brain. A pathetic revenge for him revealing the truth of her miserable life to her. She must be aware of her desirable body and took advantage of her position. It made her all the more despicable to him. 

A true weakling, unable to match his strength, so she resorted to pathetic bewitching. It disgusted him. He passionately despised her, despised her so much that she possessed all of his thoughts. 

Murdering a whole village in front of her would be another way to torture her. Her fragile heart would shatter upon seeing all of the innocent people he massacred. The look on her face would be delicious. He licked his lips. 

Although, he would have to wait until she proved her obedience to him first. He could not let others know that he was unable to kill her directly, and they might become suspicious if he does not kill her in response to any sort of defiance. He also did not want others to think that he allowed for any sort of misbehavior from his whore. It would be an affront to his position. 

Maybe he would take her to the remaining villages in her territory first that he had left alone to be used as leverage later should it be necessary. It could possibly prove to be a trial run. 

Later, he returned to the castle. She had continuously maintained the castle, probably out of fear of him punishing her for not keeping up with her chores. It pleased him to know that she will actively try her best to avoid punishment.

The floors appeared to be extra shiny, he could practically see his reflection in them. The whole castle was spotless and shimmering. 

He dismissed Uraume after greeting them before making his way toward the throne room. She should come up to greet him as soon as she sensed him. He ignored the way his skin tingled, antsy to lay his eyes upon her once more. 

Entering the large throne room, he once again questioned what need they have for a throne room in the first place. Was her pathetic father not just a provincial lord?

The tall walls were decorated with beautiful works of art, full of vibrant colors depicting scenes from famous literature. It was rather modern, but tasteful. The whole throne room was picturesque, like the way a child imagines a throne room when they first learn about one or a throne room one would imagine when reading a story.

He could sense her presence before she even approached the doors. Actually, he sensed her presence the moment he saw the castle, but right now he knew that she was just outside the large double doors. 

When the doors were pushed open and she walked into the room, something in his chest twitched. She was wearing a bright red kosode, with white spiders embroidered into the fabric. Her hair was tied in a bun on her head. Her skin glowed under the illumination of the numerous oil lamps.

She bowed deeply, and he briefly thought about how he missed when he could see the way her tits would hang down from her chest whenever she bent over. 

“Welcome back, Your Majesty.” Her silvery voice called out, tone ever well-mannered and controlled. 

He tilted his head, staring at her form. “Uraume informs me that you have been compliant in my absence.”

“I am not so foolish as to assume your absence assures temporary freedom from my position.” She smoothly replied. 

His eyebrows pinched together. She was far too composed for his liking. He had spent too long recalling the memory of her trembling form. 

“Come here.” He ordered. She rose from her bow and nervously walked up to him. When he met her fine eyes, they flashed with fear, making his heart race.

She stood right in front of him, not tall enough to reach his head even while sitting. Her hands gracefully folded in front of her as she looked up at him. 

In an instant, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. A gasp escaped her lips as he pulled her into his lap. He smiled at her squirming. 

One arm wrapped around her waist, securing her in place. He gently grabbed her throat, barely using any pressure, but the threat was there. He could feel her rapid heartbeat against his palm. 

“Intelligence is an admirable quality in a weakling,” he commented. 

“I know you are too exceptional to be satiated by stupidity,” she replied. 

“So, does that mean you have the intention of trying my patience?” He asked, testing her.

Her eyes widened with fear. “I would never presume myself capable of doing so without consequence,” she explained. He smirked. Clever girl, he thought.

“In that case,” his other hand snaked around her body, grasping at her perfect breast. “Your offense is one of ignorance, rather than arrogance.” 

A sick joy swelled in his chest at the sight of her wide eyes. “Whatever transgression I have committed against you, it was done unintentionally. I apologize, Your Majesty. Please forgive my indiscretion.” She pleaded, voice unsteady.

“Why should I heed any request of yours?” He asked snarkily.

“Please,” she cried. “I do not know what I have done to offend you. I will do anything to appease you. You only need to inform me of how.” 

He resisted the urge to bite his lip. She looked so beautiful on the verge of tears. “Are you really that desperate to avoid displeasing me?”

She shuddered, breath trembling. “I would hate to show ungratefulness toward a superior.” 

He bit her soft neck, piercing the skin. Her sweet blood spilled into his mouth, which he greedily lapped up. His other hand slipped underneath her kosode and grabbed the inside of her thigh. He relished in the way her much smaller, much softer body pressed into his. 

He released her, watching her pant in his lap. He smiled. “That pleases me to hear. In two moons, a village in Yamagata is throwing a festival to celebrate my power. Should you continue to behave, I intend to bring you along.” 

For a mere instant, her face contorted in shock, but she quickly collected herself. Her eyes were filled with suspicion and worry. He could see her mind turning as she debated on how to respond to his proposition. 

“H-how generous of you to invite me, sire.” She stuttered a bit, slightly caught off guard by his hand wandering up her thigh. “May I inquire about the name of the village?”

He twirled a lock of her hair. “You would have to ask Uraume.” 

Her lips pressed together as she nodded. He extensively studied her expression, analyzing every little feature for even the smallest hint of excitement at the prospect of escape. She trembled under his intense gaze, but refused to shy away.

“Your Majesty, I must admit that I am quite taken aback by this gesture.” She admitted, her hands nervously fidgeting. “It makes me suspect that this is a punishment in disguise.”

She was right to be suspicious, his intention with this excursion was to humiliate her. Yet, he gave her a coy smile. “Why do you think that?”

Her gaze snapped away, but her eyebrows crossed in a manner that suggested her irritation at his feign ignorance. As much as he enjoyed her submission, part of him wanted to provoke her into lashing out so that he could punish her. While he did not require any reason to punish her, she was not at a level of brokenness where she would behave regardless of how often he punished her. For the moment, she needed to believe that submission was the way to avoid torment. 

“I do not assume that I have been so behaved as to earn such a reward. And, I know it is not in your nature to be so charitable,” she paused for a second, before quickly adding, “toward the undeserving.” 

“You are correct in acknowledging your shortcomings. You are currently unworthy of my offering, but I expect that if you are genuine in your previous assertion, then you will become worthy.” 

“I am most grateful for the opportunity to prove my worth, sire.” 

“I know you are.” He asserted. “We will visit one of the remaining villages in Akita first. It will prove to be a trial run before the festival.”

Her eyes widened. “Will Uraume be joining us?” 

He smirked, understanding her fear. “Indeed.”

She twitched her eyebrow in anxiety. “Please, do not let them wipe out another one.”

He did not intend on doing that, but saw no reason why she would be aware of that fact. “You are making quite a bit of demands today.” He muttered. 

“I can assure you that they will show you proper reverence. They will follow how I treat you. There is no reason to eliminate them.” 

“Foolish woman. I do not require a reason to eliminate them, neither does Uraume.” He rested his head against his fist. “They are strong. They need to only wish to do so, and they are fully within their rights.”

She winced, as if he slapped her. Nevertheless, to his surprise, she nodded. “Yes, I understand. I apologize for the impertinence.” 

This admission surprised Sukuna. Was he changing her values? Was she yielding to the superior ideology? It could not be. Jujitsu sorcerers were so relentless in their pathetic mindset, often requiring being brutally forced to see the truth of the world. Even after everything, she still hoped for a better future, so incredibly foolish in that regard. 

She was so weak. His arrival had been the first real struggle in her pampered life. If she was not broken yet, she would be soon. As foolish as she was, she was not stupid. However, if she wanted to be stupid, it would be more than gratifying for him to thoroughly punish her. 

Her gaze was locked onto the floor, something turning behind her eyes. His hand gripped her soft tresses and forced her to face him. She tensed from the pressure and shock, but quickly collected herself. He had learned how much he enjoyed complete and utter submission from her. She really let him manhandle her however he desired, it was enough to make him temporarily forget her disgusting weakness. 

His other hand harshly grabbed her face, making her jaw clench. His thumb pressed on her plush bottom lip. “I expect you to greet me at my feet every single day.” He whispered. “If I have to command you to come closer again, I will understand that you intend to be insubordinate.” 

“Yes, Your Majesty.” She replied. Her voice was steady, but her eyes were grim. 

He yanked her hair, making her wince and cry out in pain. He never thought mewling cries of helplessness could sound so sexy. He would never admit it to her, but she was quite pretty when she was suffering. 

It has been a while since he has had so much hatred directed toward one person, that was the source of his feeling overwhelmed. He cannot directly kill her and he does not wish to at the moment, so all of his rage is stewing inside him with no outlet. 

It was disorienting, but most things that are worthwhile are. As enjoyable as this revenge had been thus far, he was a long way from being fully satiated. He needed to see the humiliation on her face when he showed everyone how obedient his little sorcerer pet was. He needed to see her anguish when he killed every single human at that festival. He licked his lips at the thought. 

You are the daughter of a feudal lord in the Heian era. You come from a prominent family of Jujitsu sorcerers and have inherited your clan's prized technique. When your father is murdered, and your castle is besieged, you are taken as a war prize by the king of curses. There will be no escape.

Chapter Five: Cannibal

WC: 9129

You were unaware of how long you laid on the floor, crying your heart out. It was difficult to catch your breath in between the sobs that wracked your body. Your cheeks were flushed red and stained with your tears. Even after your eyes were dry and your throat was desiccated, your body continued to tremble as you whimpered into your arm. 

This was the worst thing that could have happened. Being a maid to a monster was one thing, but a concubine? Even if you were able to escape his monstrous clutches, there would be no hope of returning to your old life now. Your virtue was destroyed, taken from you by force. It was your duty to protect yourself until you were married, and now you have been disgraced in such a manner that was unrecoverable.

You could not forget his hands all over you, feeling you up as he pleased. The thought made you gag. Similarly, you could not ignore the terrible ache between your legs. Blood still continued to leak onto the floor. His size was far too big for you, but he held no concern for your discomfort. If anything, he seemed to enjoy your anguished cries and tears. 

You felt foolish for assuming that you were safe from being violated. Even if he found you ugly, you should have expected him to violate you purely as a form of torment. How could you have forgotten that the only thing he desired in this world was the suffering of others?

A knot sat deep within your stomach. It made you nauseous, convulsing and twisting inside you. The turbulent emotions running through your mind were suffocating your thoughts. All you could think about was how afraid you were to see him again. 

Regret sat heavy on your shoulders. You should have let him kill you. You should have continued to fight him until you died. Everyone in your village was already dead. There was a chance the boy might have lived if you had been killed sooner, before he was discovered by the deranged curse user. 

Apprehension gripped your soul. Your mind continued to run rampant, drowning in the thoughts of your own failures. There was no adequate explanation for the state in which your poor heart dwelled. Everything you had ever known was cruelly ripped away from you. Any protest was futile. Any escape was hopeless. 

The time you spent wallowing in your despair escaped you for when your shoulders at last stopped trembling and you began to breathe slow, deep breaths, it occurred to you that the seed that spilled out onto your thighs had dried into a thin, flaking crust that clung to your skin. Anxiety blossomed in your gut. You knew it was time to make haste.

You filled up the water halfway in order to save time. It would also help you avoid wetting your hair since that bastard stole your hair pin. Immediately, you began to scrub at your skin as soon as your lower half dipped below the water. There was not enough time in the entire world to effectively purge the feeling of his touch from your skin, but you would make the most of what little time you had.

The warm water helped soothe the terribly painful ache between your legs. Your eyes shut and your head tilted backward as you let out a sigh. You had never been so exhausted. There was not a single muscle that was not stiff. Every inch of your skin burned with the feeling of his hands. 

Your stomach growled loudly, momentarily distracting you from your despairing thoughts. You had not eaten anything since noon yesterday. The rumbling in your belly motivated you to wash quickly. Throughout your whole life, you had the luxury of three meals every day prepared and planned by your servants. Hunger was not a sensation you were accustomed to. Adapting to your new circumstances would be difficult, and you were certain that your captor would try his best to make that the case. It was one of the only certainties you would be granted at this time, the fact that he would attempt to enhance your suffering at every turn.

Closing your eyes, you took deep breaths. There was no telling how much more torment you will be forced to endure, nor could you determine how long this current situation will last. The binding vow that ensured your safety from Sukuna himself offered you no protection from Uraume, or any of his enemies for that matter. All you can do to protect your sanity was focus on gathering information on Sukuna that could possibly be used to defeat him. This new mission will motivate you to persevere through his maltreatment. 

Keeping your composure would be the key in accomplishing this task. In order to gather useful information, it was vital that you stay sharp and on your guard. You must not let him overwhelm you. All of this tragedy and suffering cannot be for nothing. You were determined to become his undoing, even if you only played a small part. 

In order to properly execute your plan, you must find a method of communicating with other sorcerers. You had a potential idea for achieving this, but you would have to do more research on it. That would require a bit of unmonitored access to the library, which you would have to wait for the right opportunity to arise. This was not something you could afford to ruin. You had no idea what would entail should Sukuna discover you communicating with other sorcerers, but it would most likely result in their brutal execution.

Your eyes opened and you stepped out of the tub. As petrified as you were at the thought of him assaulting you once more, you felt a responsibility to do all you could to prevent this from happening to anyone else. While you never considered being raped part of your sorcerer duties in the past, if this is how humanity will gain the upper hand on Sukuna then so be it. There is no amount of pain you would not endure to see him defeated. 

The colors of your house were scarlet and black, so following the new dress code he had imposed would not be difficult for you. Although, it could prove to be difficult should he continue to rip up your clothes. Surely he must be aware that while your wardrobe was massive, it was still finite. You, however, were not keen on addressing this with him, fearful that he would find your concerns superfluous and grow angry with you. He clearly saw you as a haughty noble, so you would give him no reason to confirm his opinions. 

A part of you was tempted to defy the orders for his new dress code, but you knew that it was irrational. You were already struggling to cope with his current degree of torture, it would be senseless to encourage him to increase the intensity. Despite that fact, the desire to rebel was powerful. It made you feel sick to submit to his whims. The next few interactions with him would be a battle between your will and his sadism. It would soon be revealed how much of your pride you would relinquish to save innocent lives.

So, you dressed in another deep red kosode. This one was more elaborate, with intricate flowers embroidered in blue thread on the edges of the fabric. You chose to leave your hair down, not eager to lose another hair pin. You decided that refraining from wearing accessories would be for the best as he seemed to enjoy stealing them. 

Your feet dragged on the floor as you ventured your way to the dining hall, feeling as though you were about to descend toward Hell. Your anxiety had returned with fury, warning you about the danger that awaited you. It twisted your stomach into knots and you suddenly felt too sick to eat. Unfortunately, you knew that sustenance was required for your task. You must take care of yourself. You could not let yourself succumb to your anxieties. 

It was strange how foreign your home felt to you now. As you traversed the corridors in which you were raised, the space felt unrecognizable. Sukuna’s suffocating presence made everything feel evil and hateful. This place was no longer your home.

The large double doors came into your vision. He had already stolen everything from you, but you were still trembling. The closer you stumbled, the stronger your fear grew. It was a natural response to the danger you faced, but you were determined to suppress it. Your eyes shut and you took deep breaths. This was becoming a reflex to the immense stress you were constantly placed under, a natural response to your turmoil. Every muscle in your body was itching to run away, but you knew the pain that defiance would bring. You would have to willingly submit yourself to torment. It was the only way for you to win.

When your eyes opened, your fear subsided. This was no different than walking into battle, you convinced yourself. As horrendous as this would be, it was necessary for the sake of the world. A newfound determination burned in your chest, overpowering your fear. There was no telling if he would take another concubine sorcerer who had the connections to powerful sorcerer families that you did. You were the only person at the moment who could gather information on him, and you would do everything in your power to achieve your goal. 

Your hand grasped the door handle, no longer trembling, and gently slid the door open. Sukuna was sitting at the head of the dining table, your father’s spot. You instantly bowed after stepping in, hearing the door softly shut behind you. Your body made a perfect 90 degree angle at your hips. All you could see was the dark cedar floors that you had never paid close attention to until now. 

“Good evening, your majesty.” You greeted him calmly, relieved that your steady voice disguised your racing heart. 

“Took you long enough.” He sneered. One of his hands gestured to the seat beside him. “Sit.”

You wondered if he was aware that servants never dine with their masters, even concubines were not permitted to sit right beside them. Still, it was not worth mentioning to him considering how angry he got when you tried to inform him of the proper way earlier. Etiquette seemed to be a worthless custom to him. You sat on the cushion beside him, hands folded in your lap. 

It was silent between the two of you, making you wonder if you should make conversation with him. Concubines were expected to fulfill their master’s desire for sex, but also their desire for companionship. Except, you doubted that someone as hateful as him felt any desire for that. He took great pride in never relying on anyone else. So, you remained silent, not wanting to imply anything that he might find offensive. 

“Uraume will be here with dinner soon.” He suddenly mentioned. His demeanor was calm, but his smile was predatory. 

“Did Uraume prepare it?” You asked softly. 

“Indeed.” He confirmed. “They are quite the chef. They make the most exemplary dishes I have ever had the pleasure of consuming.” 

There was something unnerving about the way he spoke. His word choice, his phrasing, and his tone made you feel on edge. Every single aspect about this man was eerie, filling your entire being with dread each time you conversed. 

His gravely voice broke the silence once more. “The grandeur of this estate is surprising considering the wretchedness of the old master.” 

Your brows furrowed. He seemed to be insistent on making conversation with you this evening. After everything you had been subjected to today, you had hoped that you would be permitted to dine in silence. 

“I thank your majesty for the compliments. I had thought that there was nothing in this world unrelated to cursed energy that could earn your approval.” You replied, ignoring his insult toward your father. 

“You fail to recognize my discernment.” He countered. “My approval is rarely given because most subjects are inadequate.” 

You thought carefully before responding, not wanting to underestimate the vast, limitless bounds of his arrogance. “I am sensible of your opinion, sire, though I cannot adopt it as my own.”

He scoffed, nose wrinkling. “How predictable. I would not imagine that a creature with your conduct could comprehend what truly deserves approval.”

Your gaze locked onto the paper lamp on the center of the dining table. Not looking at him made talking to him barely tolerable. His hypocrisy was astounding. How could he imply your judgement to be poor when he knows that he has no righteousness? “And I would not imagine that someone with your manner could comprehend placing considerations of greater consequence above your own.”

“I see no reason why I should ever concern myself with such things.” 

You continued. “Since you value your own opinion so highly, I suspect your experiences have never required such sacrifices.” 

He laughed cruelly. “It has never occurred to me to prioritize anything but my own interests.”

“Forgive me, sire.” You responded sharply, turning to look at him. The fires of anger churned in your stomach. “I should not have supposed you to be so familiar with the necessity of setting aside one’s own advantage for a higher concern.”

“I would not bother familiarizing myself with something so useless. There is no concern that is worth ignoring my desires. There is no priority that is higher than myself.” 

His arrogant expression enraged you. You had never imagined a person could be so flippant and apathetic about important values like duty, responsibility, and sacrifice, the ideals that have guided your entire life.

“It may be difficult to appreciate such priorities when one’s own interests are always self-served.” You commented coldly. 

“You should reflect on where those principles have gotten you.” He asserted. 

You fell silent at his words. There was no point in explaining to him why you allow yourself to be degraded in such a manner, why you put yourself in harm’s way. You should have known that he could never understand putting others above yourself. 

“It seems we must both be content to remain unconvinced.” You looked up and stared deeply into his four scarlet eyes. They were still full of malice and pride. “I believe it is a state in which we both excel.” You added. 

If he had intended on replying, he did not because Uraume entered at that moment. Behind them was a cart full of food that you could not see from the angle you were sitting at. The smell wafted into your nose, making your mouth salivate and your stomach growl. Sukuna had been correct in describing their excellent cooking, but you probably should have expected as much. The meaty aroma smelt perfectly spiced. 

As they rolled the cart into the dining hall, you noticed that it was one large animal that had been cooked whole. Normally, your family had used that cart to hold an array of side dishes along with the main meat. You supposed that with Sukuna’s abnormally large size, he required extra food. It would not surprise you to find out that he could eat an entire deer in one meal. 

Uraume lifted the tray off of the cart and moved to place it onto the table. Your blood went cold and your mouth became dry.  Everything moved in slow motion. You tried to convince yourself that what your eyes were seeing was wrong. Every step that they took toward the table increased your growing horror. You felt sick. 

They placed the tray on the table. The soft clank of metal and jade rang in your ears. Your hand clasped over your mouth as you choked out a sob. Your entire body was trembling once again. You could not look away, paralyzed at the sight of a human body, cooked and spiced to perfection. They were skinned and gutted completely, only muscle and skeleton remaining. 

The face was instantly recognizable, even without skin there was no denying it. This was the body of your dead fiance. You began to dry heave, feeling like all the air in the room had disappeared. Tears poured down your face, realizing that this was the fate of those who dare to defy the king of curses. 

“Normally,” Sukuna interjected through your crying. “Uruame cuts the meat and prepares it into another dish, however, I requested that this one be cooked whole. I thought that you would prefer to know where your food was coming from.” His smile was evil, eyes locked onto your face. You realized that he was pleased with your reaction, excited by your terror. This was what he had wanted to see. It made your stomach flip even more.

There was no keeping your composure, continuing to tremble and quietly sob as the two men began to cut off pieces of Kaito and put his cooked flash onto their plates. Your gaze was locked on his skinned face. You were suffocating in the horror at his terrible fate. Terror filled your entire being, shaking your body and smothering all other thoughts. You gagged watching Sukuna chew and swallow pieces of the man you were supposed to marry. You would have vomited if you had any food in your stomach. 

“You must be hungry,” came the sound of his evil taunts. “Why, it must have been a while since your last meal. You are welcome to eat as much as you desire.”

You fell backward onto the floor, clutching your chest. He was staring at you the entire time, examining every horrified expression, burning the image of you like this into his memory. You stuttered heavily. “I-I am not hungry, sire.” 

“Very well. You still must sit here with me while I eat.” He smirked maliciously as he put another piece into his mouth. You retched at the sight. 

You were silent as you crawled back onto your cushion. In fact, you were silent for the rest of the dinner as they slowly ate him. Your eyes were locked onto the floor, trying to ignore the sounds of them chewing. Hunger and nausea clashed inside your stomach, making you feel tremendously ill. 

He would chuckle at you occasionally when you would gag. It gave you a deep sense of dread to see how much your terror delighted him. You never suspected that there was anything he could do to make you hate him more than you already did, yet he keeps revealing more of the depths of his depravity to you. You did not think that it was possible for you to hate another person with such intense rage. You wished that someone would devour him after his death. 

When they finally finished, they had eaten roughly half of his flesh, picked to the bone. You supposed that it takes two meals to eat a person, or that the muscles left were undesirable for eating and would be discarded. Either way, you needed to get away from this room before your resistance crumbled completely. 

“Alright. You are dismissed. You may sleep in your chambers. I trust you are not stupid enough to try to escape.” 

Immediately, you stood up and bowed. “Thank you, your majesty.” Quickly, you turned around and hastily walked all the way to your room. You collapsed onto your bed, breathing heavily. Attempting to completely process the events of today in your starved and exhausted state would be pointless, so instead you cried yourself to sleep.

…

You were harshly and abruptly woken up by an ice cold feeling on your back. Your eyes shot open as you rolled onto the floor. 

“Wake up.” Uraume demanded with a sharp voice. They released their technique, leaving your back wet.

Groggily, you rose to stand off of the floor, vision still blurry from sleep. Panic rose within you, wondering what they could possibly want.

Then, you noticed sunlight leaking in through your window. The intensity and warmth it brought indicated to you that it was around noon. You must have been exhausted to sleep in this late. 

“Sukuna has gone out once more. You are not permitted to sleep all day long. After you finish your chores, you will wait for him to return.” With that statement, they whipped around and exited the room, leaving you staring at air. 

A heavy sigh left your body. Your eyes and cheeks were crusted over with dried tears. Your hair was tangled from not brushing it last night before you fell asleep. You felt dizzy as your arms trembled, belly quaking with hunger. You were starving. 

You groaned and wobbly stumbled toward your dresser, preparing to get ready for the day. It was better to starve than to eat human flesh, but that would not help you defeat him. If that was going to be the only sustenance they would give you, then you would need to learn to prepare your own food. 

Cleaning the castle went by much quicker this time, since you had done the majority of the deep cleaning yesterday. It only took you a few hours for you to achieve a satisfactory level of cleanliness. The worst part was the dishes. Scraping bits of your dead fiance off of pans and plates distracted you from your jarring hunger. 

Uraume had informed you that they were leaving to run an errand and warned you that you would regret attempting something stupid while they were gone. This news delighted you, for it would provide the perfect opportunity for you to scour the library. You were certain that you would only face punishment for making an escape attempt, not for simply reading in the library. Even if you would be punished, the risk was more than worth it. You must find a way to contact your brother.

You examined an ancient scroll detailing the different aspects of your technique. You were very familiar with this scroll, considering it was one of the sole resources you had access to for learning how to master spinning-thread. Due to its versatility, spinning-thread had a lot of extension techniques that you never mastered, but you figured one of those could aid you at the moment. 

Your eyes lit up when you found what you were looking for. Your finger traced under the word Control. It was a method of anchoring your threads to objects in order to manipulate them like a puppet. This could be used for people, but it required tremendous concentration and cursed energy reserves. Since you are not well rehearsed in this method, you would use it on an old doll you had found in the storage room. Despite being out of practice, controlling an object with no cursed energy should be simple enough. 

You read up on the details of this method, studying the technique. It seemed to be that the main thing you had to focus on was exerting your will over the doll and maintaining the flow of your cursed energy. Taking a deep breath, you prepared to make your first attempt. 

As you intensely stared at the doll, you found yourself grateful for Sukuna’s most recent actions at dinner last night, for you were filled with determination to tear him down. Threads extended from your fingers and anchored to the head and limbs of the doll. There was a strong resistance when you tried to maneuver it forward, but you dug your heels into the ground and poured cursed energy through your threads. Slowly, the doll’s legs took unsteady steps toward you. 

You let out a cheer at your success and continued practicing. It was more difficult to move the doll when it was out of eyesight, but you discovered that wrapping the threads around its feet gave you enough tactile information to navigate the surroundings. It would work perfectly.

Your plan was to have the doll carry a message up to the hikyaku center up on the mountain. The messenger birds are run by an organization outside of your family’s jurisdiction, you were certain that Sukuna was unaware of this. Even if he killed the person at that location, another one would be sent to take his place as soon as his death was reported. 

You were hoping that he would operate under the assumption that the station would be down for as long as the castle is under siege. Most provincial lords are in charge of their respective hikyaku centers, but your family was an exception. The time it takes for you to master this technique should be plenty of time for the hikyaku organization to send a replacement. This plan would fall apart if Sukuna found the messenger center, but it was in a remote area near the very peak of the mountain. 

If he was exploring the territory now while he had recently claimed your castle, then he would discover the center to be abandoned or kill the messenger and assume he would not be replaced. He would be too trusting in his own assumptions to recognize your opening. Sukuna was certainly very confident in himself, this is exactly what you would take advantage of.

You sighed and ended your technique. The doll collapsed to the floor with a soft thud. You were uncertain of when Uraume would return, so you wanted to finish up in the library before they could see the residuals of your cursed technique. It would be a waste of your energy to try and invent an explanation. It was best to try and keep your lies to a minimum. The last thing you needed right now was to try and keep track of a whole web of lies that you had told them. They were both too smart for you to be careless. 

You picked up the last few things you needed in the library, books on foraging, fishing, cooking, and gardening. For your entire life, servants had tended to your every need, but now you must learn to feed yourself. You were uncertain of how much you could try to plant that would be ready to harvest in time for winter, but you had to try. Starvation would hinder your ability to cope with the current circumstances. 

After stashing the books in your room to read later, you made your way to the kitchen. The evening sun had long begun to dip below the horizon, which made you suspect that your captor would soon reveal himself. 

As apprehensive as you were regarding his return, anger had taken root inside your heart. Knowing that he would continue to torment you no matter how you behaved ignited a rage inside you at the utter injustice. Sparks of defiance flickered inside you. No longer would you try your hardest to appease him, desperate for a scrap of his nonexistent mercy. You refused to continue to play his game. 

You began to boil some water, preparing to make yourself some tea. As the water was heating up, you thoroughly searched the baskets in the kitchen. Most of it was raw ingredients, which could be consumed as a last resort, however, you knew that the cook would always have a stash of snacks ready to serve when requested. You had hoped to find some to hold you over until you could teach yourself how to cook. 

Opening one of the baskets in the kitchen, you saw a bunch of rice cakes. You devoured one by one, groaning at the pleasant sensation of finally eating food. The taste was irrelevant to you, the feeling of your stomach being filled with nutrients was enough to make your eyes roll back. It was strange how a couple days of hunger and trauma was enough to make you abandon all sense of decorum. The manner in which you shoved each cake into your mouth being the complete opposite of ladylike. It was another part of your dignity that you had lost. 

You had to physically stop yourself from eating every single one, knowing that the right move was to ration them. You sighed as you put the lid back on the basket and pushed it all the way toward the back, behind a bunch of raw ingredients,where it would go unnoticed. The last thing you needed was for Uraume to discover your secret stash of normal food. 

With a deep sigh, you finished making your tea, pouring it into one of your least favorite tea sets. Even objects, like tea sets, hair pins, and clothes could not escape Sukuna’s destructive tendencies. The thought made you shiver, realizing that technically you were one of his objects. You hated how afraid he made you feel. 

You sat in the room that your family had dubbed the “tea room.” It held many childhood memories where your family would draw, sing, read, play games, and drink tea. It felt so strange to be in this room, not as a lord’s daughter, but as a monster’s slave and a concubine. 

You drank your tea, calming your thoughts. All of the sunlight had completely disappeared, replaced by the glow of the moon. As anxious as you were about Sukuna’s return, you knew there was no point in dwelling about it. He would show up without a sound, just as he did every other time.

Although apparently this time, he decided to not just appear. The door to the tea room slowly slid open, revealing Sukuna’s large form. Your eyes made contact with his before you looked away, content to ignore him. If he enjoyed your torment and your tortured expressions, you would not give him the satisfaction of your attention. You would not show him your fear. 

He sat on the couch next to you, staring at you with his piercing gaze. You shifted a bit, nervous, stifling the urge to move to the couch across from him. His massive form made you press against the armrest to avoid touching him. 

It was silent, but you did not greet him as you normally did. Your anger was too strong to play the obedient concubine. You continued sipping your tea, not addressing him at all. 

You heard him sigh. “This castle really is far too massive. What use could a small provincial lord have for so many rooms? It is quite puzzling.” 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, still not inclined to be rude outright. You wished you had a book to pay attention to, it would be easier to ignore him. Instead, you replied. “It is puzzling indeed, your majesty.”

“You would not happen to be inclined to know the means by which your family acquired such a large and grand estate?” He questioned. You examined him. His calm eyes and leisurely posture indicated that he was relatively relaxed at the moment. You noted his continued suspicion at the extravagance of your home. You were unsure of how long he would go before realizing the truth, but some part of you was still keen to keep him in the dark. It was the only semblance of control you still had left. 

“Forgive me, sire. I am unaware of such details.” You responded. 

His eyes narrowed at you. “You cannot seriously imagine me to be entirely unperceptive.” 

His cutting voice made your heart drop. He probably can sense the cursed energy that runs throughout the castle, but you were content to play dumb. 

“I do not understand your meaning. I am very aware of how perceptive you are, that was made clear in our fight. If there is something you sense, understand that I have not detected it.” You finished your tea and leaned forward to set the cup down on the table. 

Your head was suddenly yanked back as he grabbed your hair, making you drop the cup. The painful tension made your teeth clench. He stared deeply into your eyes as he held your head still by your hair. He leaned in close to whisper. “I prefer defiance to stupidity. If the only words you are going to speak are deceitful, then I have better uses for your mouth.” 

Your eyebrows crossed at his perverse suggestion. If he wanted defiance, then that is what he would get. “It is impossible to be polite to you without also being deceitful. You would find me quite impertinent if I were to be truly honest with you.” You snapped at him.

“Oh?” His eyes were excited. “Go on then. Tell me what you really think about me.” 

You were too angry to see the trap. “I would be perfectly content to die if it means I never have to look at your disgusting face again. I would rather be tortured, killed, and devoured than ever have to fuck you again.” You had never spoken such a foul word before, but the fire inside you made you not care. He did not deserve civility anyway. 

He slammed your head into the wooden table. Blood gushed from your temple as you tried to collect yourself. You tried to stand up but the whole room was spinning. 

“Confidence sits oddly upon one so thoroughly unimpressive.” Sukuna asserted, rising from the couch. “Your noise would be quite formidable if you had the substance to support it.” 

You glared at him. “Forgive me, sire. I am obliged to obey your request for honesty. There is just something so fundamentally distasteful in your nature that no courtesy can conceal.” 

“It is curious how your conviction outpaces your merit.” His smile is mocking. “I would kill someone if I held that much contempt for them. Yet here I stand, unharmed.” 

“You think me to be so foolish as to attempt an impossible task? I have nothing to gain from such an endeavor.” 

“That manner of thinking is why you will always lose.”

You almost could not believe him, if you did not know him before today. “Ah yes, you are undefeated because no one can dare to match your effort.”

“You offer sarcasm when I demand honesty?” His head cocked. “You must be feeling brave today to show such disrespect.”

“Honestly, I find nothing in you that invites respect.” In that moment, you decided that angering him into breaking his binding vow could possibly be another method of defeating him. You looked away from him. “I should truly abandon all anger toward you because you are beneath my contempt. You do not deserve to occupy any fraction of my thoughts. Any consideration toward you is a waste of my effort.” 

His eyes narrow. “Your words convince me that pain must be the object of your desire.” He laughed. “You really are a perfect little whore for me.” 

He kicked your stomach, sending you flying into the wall. You tried to get up but he decked you in the face. He kept punching you, making you convinced that he very well might accidentally kill you. The force rattled you, but the fact that you were still alive after more than one hit told you that he was hardly using any of his strength. The only sensation you could comprehend was the feeling of his fist colliding with your face. The pain kept you from escaping, but your body spasmed with every impact. You could feel the bones in your face begin to crack under the pressure. 

When he finally stopped, you leaned over to spit out a few teeth. You could not see out of your left eye. Your nose was definitely broken. Blood from your face leaked onto the floor into a puddle. 

He squatted down, but still towered over you. “Take off your clothes.” He commanded. 

You knew that you should follow his command, however, you were done degrading yourself for him. It felt like your face had been completely caved in, but you were grateful for the pain. It gave you the strength to defy him once more. “No.” You whimpered. 

His face scowled. He grabbed your wrists, making you squirm in protest as you tried to get away. He pushed you down to lay on your back and put his knees on each side of your waist, sitting on your hips to keep you still. You cried out from the pressure. Your pelvic bones groaned in protest, warning you that they could crack any second from his immense weight. 

“I just knew that you would make this fun for me.” He spoke softly, more to himself than you. 

He held your hands up and examined them with a perverse look in his eyes. You tried to pull them back but he squeezed your wrists until they both snapped from the pressure, making you stop resisting and wail in agony. One of your hands was brought close to his face. Before you could process what he was doing, his teeth sunk into the flesh of your pointer finger, slicing through skin and bone until it disconnected with an audible crunch. 

The shock made you feel dizzy and disorientated at first. Then, as the pain took root, you screamed in terror, watching blood pour out where your finger used to be. You watched him above you, horrified with wide eyes. 

He groaned as he swallowed. “Your flavor is much sweeter than your attitude.”

You trembled beneath him, still consumed with terror and shock. Tears profusely leaked from your eyes. The throbbing and aching pain expanded through your entire hand and up your arm. “You monster!” You cried.

He gripped your middle finger and bent it backward until your nail made contact with your wrist, cracking sounds protesting against the angle. Fire shot through your finger as the tendons ripped. Another scream ripped from your throat, a completely involuntary response to the pain. It must have annoyed him, for his other hand wrapped around your throat.

“What are you supposed to call me again?” He asked, voice laced with sarcasm. Your throat compressed under his grip, preventing the flow of air. The all too familiar feeling of suffocation took hold. Blood vessels burned inside you, demanding oxygen. You weakly thrashed beneath him.

Black spots danced in your vision as you felt the pull of unconsciousness. The pain in your limbs, suffocation, and pressure from his weight was all too much. All you did was choke in response. 

He released both your hands and your throat. You coughed and spluttered, still trembling underneath him from the crushing weight. You softly held your neck with your uninjured hand, throat aching as you tried to breathe the delicious air. As you tried to collect yourself, he stared at you expectantly. 

“Your majesty.” You wheezed after a short moment, voice crackly and thin. Your eyes shut as you tried to breathe through the pain, but your breath was quick and unsteady. Panic clouded your mind, preventing you from thinking. 

He suddenly stood up and got off of you. You continued to lie there on the floor, using all of your energy to focus on breathing, but even that felt incredibly difficult. It did not bother him though, for he untied your blood stained kosode and threw it off to the side. Your nipples hardened at the feeling of the cold air. 

He knelt down beside you and roughly grasped your breast to begin fondling it. You were still panting from the pain, being crushed, and being choked. His nails dug into the soft skin of your breast. 

“Would you still rather be tortured and devoured than have to fuck me?” He arrogantly demanded. His four scarlet eyes were glaring at you in anger. 

So, you were being punished for your honesty. You should have known that he would not keep his word. Everything he did was a deceitful trap in order to hurt you. He wanted you to feel like you deserved this, deserved his torment. It was embarrassing how you had already forgotten that he would hurt you no matter how you behaved. 

Yet, it was peculiar. At dinner last night, he had said he did not care for the opinions of others. Despite that previous assertion, he was punishing you for your honest opinion. It was hard to believe and seemed unlikely, but there seemed to be no other explanation for the rage in his eyes, other than anger at your vehement rejection. It was an indulgent thought you kept to yourself, that in all his bravado and conceit, your little comments had made him insecure. Whether you had actually gotten to him or you were just telling yourself that did not matter, it gave you the strength to weakly nod your head. 

He hummed, before biting down and chomping another finger off of your hand. You screamed, but he did not stop. He would take his time, folding each joint completely backward one by one, rolling your finger into a ball. Sometimes, he would twist the finger around and crush it until it stopped cracking. Whenever the finger turned completely purple, that is when he would bite it off your hand and eat it. All you could do was helplessly cry and scream, throat burning from the exhaustive stress. The pain of everything made your heart race furiously and your skin sweat profusely. 

He did not stop until you were out of fingers, studying his work proudly. He manipulated your wrist so that the blood pouring out of the holes where your finger used to be landed straight onto your exposed breasts. You bawled while he knelt beside you, staring at your naked body covered in blood and breathing heavily.

After a moment of staring at your breasts, he undressed completely. His cock was throbbing and precum leaked from his tip. He got on top of you again but he did not sit down. He placed his member between your breasts and squeezed them together. He groaned at the sight and began to thrust back and forth, fucking your tits. 

You barely processed what was happening, still lost in the pain. The tip of his cock hit your throat, smearing precum on it. His fingers pinched your hard nipple as his hands pushed your breasts around his cock. He was panting and his eyelids hung low. You could feel his balls slap against your ribs as you heard him groan once again. 

He released you, cock now covered in blood from your chest. Maneuvering down, he thrusted into you without warning. You screamed from the splitting sensation but he immediately snapped at you. “Be quiet you dumb slut.”

Your walls were on fire, unprepared for the sudden severe stretch. His pace sped up as he watched his cock enter you over and over again. You whimpered as his tip painfully pressed against your cervix. You placed your bleeding, fingerless hands on his chest, imploring him to slow down. 

Unfortunately, that was not the message he got from your gesture. He smirked and leaned over you, thrusting harder and faster. You whimpered in pain, gaze drifting up toward the wooden ceiling. Your hands traced down to his stomach, feeling his defined abdominal muscles. Your pelvis bone hurt from the rough thrusting. 

The mouth on his stomach suddenly opened and began licking your bleeding hands. You trembled and whined at the sensation of his large tongue, warm and wet. It strangely helped ground you, so you let his stomach mouth lick your wounds. The feeling was a nice distraction from the pain of being split open. 

He moaned when he realized you were letting him lick up your blood. You even let him suck on the wounds to retrieve every ounce of blood, tongue swirling over each hole. The friction burned, but the gentle sting was oddly soothing. 

Suddenly, he grabbed your legs and put them on his shoulders, reaching deeper inside you than you thought was possible. You shut your eyes and turned your head to the side, waiting for him to finish. The position he had you folded in was uncomfortable, your spine protesting the angle, but it was nowhere near the pain you had experienced earlier. 

As he thrusted, you spasmed from the pressure. Your cervix convulsed from the relentless assault, his tip pounding into it repeatedly. A yelp escaped you with every particularly violent thrust as you clenched around his member. 

More moans spilled from his lips as he continued to slam his cock into you repeatedly. His pace was more uneven now as his cock began to twitch. The room was filled with his moans, your whimpers, the sound of his cock sinking into your core, and the sound of your thighs and butt slapping against his stomach. He roughly grabbed and squeezed your ass with his hands.

His cock spasmed and sprayed cum deep inside you, halting his movements as he caught his breath. The two of you remained in that position, panting heavily. Finally, he got off of you and grabbed his clothes. 

You could not get your body to quit shaking, your hands still filled with relentless waves of stabbing. Blood leaked from your core once again. Everything hurt, your core, your belly, your hips, your throat, your hands, your thighs, your back, and your head. It seemed as though your eyes had run out of tears. Hyperventilating, you sat up, trying to comprehend everything.

Your pride was severely wounded. He had humiliated you with almost no effort, and now you were in a terrible state. Resistance was not worth it if this was the result. His torment was much more tolerable when his ego was not threatened. Sadly, you would have to keep playing the good concubine, regardless of how much it made you die inside. This torture was not good for your psyche. 

 Before you could do anything, he grabbed your face. You flinched, terrified and expecting more pain, however, your face was filled with a pleasant warmth and tingles that radiated out of his hands. You could feel him emitting such a strong concentration of reverse cursed energy that it spilled out of him and poured into you. Your entire body relaxed as your face was healed. His reverse curse technique was much more powerful and rapid, in a completely different league than yours. Then, he grabbed your hands and did the same thing until each finger regrew perfectly. Pain was washed away with warmth.

You did not notice that your eyes had shut until he had finished. You opened them slowly, blinking and realizing that he had completely healed you this time. You felt better than you had in two days. His eyes bore into yours, filled with a strange emotion. You remained silent, not wanting to invoke his anger once more. The two of you remained like that for sometime, staring into each other’s eyes. 

After a bit, you went to go pick up your clothes. When you picked them up, you realized that they were completely covered in blood. At least it was red so you did not have to worry about staining. Suddenly, his large arms wrapped around you as he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. 

“What are you doing, your majesty?” You stammered, confused. Your hands hammered against his back to no effect. 

A hand clapped against your naked butt, making you squeal. He chuckled, carrying you out of the room. “You are going to bathe with me.” 

You gasped and squirmed. The bathroom was your alone time, it was how you calmed yourself down enough to maintain your sanity. “I appreciate your kindness, sire. But I am perfectly fine bathing by myself.” 

“I will not object to you being defiant again.” His hand groped your upper thigh. “It would be rather enjoyable to take my time spanking that ass of yours.” 

Panic gripped your heart, suffocating you in fear. The memory of the pain was still fresh in your mind. You instantly froze and went limp, flopping over like a corpse. He smirked in response. “That’s what I thought.” 

…

Sukuna was in a great mood. As he walked toward the bathroom adjacent to the master bedroom, he felt the sexy creature he had caught dangle against his back. The blood on her skin was smearing onto his shoulder and back but he did not care. 

He bit his lip. She looked so hot when she was screaming and crying from pain. It was insane how crazy it drove him. Every second of him torturing her, his cock was begging to be buried deep within her tight, fluttering walls. And the sex itself was wonderful. Her soft flesh, her tight cunt, her fuckable tits, it made him ponder how somebody could be built for sex. It was like her body was constantly begging for him to breed her and he was inclined to listen.

Her body was not only pleasant to fuck, but the taste of her flesh was exquisite. When he tasted her blood that first night he took her, he predicted that she would have an exceptional taste, but the actual texture and flavor of her meat was one of the most divine things he had ever had the experience of consuming. If only her fingers tasted that perfect, with the crunch of nail and bone, then the meat of her body would taste even better. He would be sure to keep this in mind the next time she caught an attitude with him. 

It was a shame that he did not make her choke on his cock for a little bit before starting. His impatience to pound into her tight pussy had overpowered his desire for head in the moment. Though, he just knew that her lips would look so beautiful wrapped around his cock. His dick twitched at the thought. He would have to use that part of her next time. 

He entered the bathroom. He already asked Uraume to draw him a bath, so the massive tub in the ground was already filled with hot water and pleasant smelling oils. He dropped his clothes before bending over to place her on the ground. He could tell that she still felt uncomfortable being naked around him, so he was hoping that this would help her get over that. Modesty was not an attractive quality for a whore. 

The bathroom was the grandest one he had ever seen. The room itself was spacious. The walls were light and breathable, each pane had painted cranes, blossoms, salmon, koi, deer, or pheasants surrounded by dark pine planks. The floors were covered in large blue-gray granite tiles. The tub was a large hole in the ground lined with oya, an insulating light gray volcanic stone with scattered flecks of black. The edges of the tub were carved only halfway toward the bottom, leaving built-in benches. 

Entering the massive tub, he sat down. It was more the size of a hot spring than a tub. According to Uraume, all of the water placed in tubs becomes hot without any need for heating. He sensed cursed energy flowing all throughout this castle the moment he stepped inside. It must have to do with that. Despite her act, he knew that she knew more than what she was telling him. He would get answers from her sooner or later. 

She bit her lip and looked around nervously. It was so cute that she thought there was a way she could get out of this. “Stop testing my patience. Come here, right now.” 

Slowly, she stumbled over to the tub and sank down into the water. Her face was flushed from the warm steam. He thought she was sitting way too far from him, so he moved closer until he was right in front of her.

 He could see her anxiety, but he was not going to fuck her again. He had a different task in mind. 

“I want you to wash me.” He commanded, interested to see if she would try to find a way out of it. Her eyes met his and he instantly became lost in them. She was so volatile and emotional, her eyes betrayed everything she was feeling. It was so rare to find someone that would meet his gaze so effortlessly. 

It surprised him how much fun he was having with her. The satisfaction he got from her suffering was sweeter than anything else he had experienced before. Earlier, when he ate her fiance in front of her, her expression had burned itself into his brain with how delectable it was. 

“Yes, your majesty.” Her voice softly spoke. She grabbed the soap and lathered it into his chest, eyes locked away from him. He was lulled by her gentle hands making soft circles on his chest. His eyes shut and his head fell back as he relaxed under her touch. This was the first time she was really touching him. He reluctantly admitted to himself that it was nice.

She continued, lathering soap all over his arms. He studied her carefully. Earlier, he had taken the liberty of completely healing her. As much as she did not deserve it, he wanted to reward her for submitting to him in the end. The pain would lose its effect if it was all she knew. He would curate her torture to be a balance of pain and pleasure until she lost her mind. 

Tonight had been the first time he found her truly beautiful, when she was bloody and broken before him. Her suffering was truly something to relish in. 

Yet, with her body completely restored, he could not help but note how captivating her eyes were. It was peculiar how they managed to brighten her dull face. They contained a liveliness that he found to be simply radiant. The audacity of her impertinence when he first met her had distracted him from noticing their spirit before. He grabbed her chin, smiling at her fearful gaze. He was half tempted to pluck them out of her skull when she died to keep as a trophy. 

Her voice was soft and trembling. “Your majesty?”

He hummed lowly. “What?”

“Could you turn around?” She requested softly. She was being gentle, but not out of fear. It appeared as though she was determined to try her best to please him. He almost found it appealing. 

After flipping around, he felt her small, slender hands kneaded soap all over his back. His eyes shut, choosing to lose himself in the sensation of her soft skin sliding over his. The silence that fell between them was comfortable. 

She stopped, slowly retracting her hands back into the water. He tilted his head to the side so he could look at her. Her face had flushed from the heat of the water. 

“Are you going to continue?” He questioned. 

She looked awkward and confused at his statement. “What do you mean?”

He faced her to really look at her, eyeing her nipples below the surface of the water. They were begging to be pinched and pulled. The soft curves of her body were clearly exposed beneath the rippling surface. Perhaps fucking her again would not be a bad idea after all. 

“I think you forgot to wash something,” he purred, pulling her hand to gasp his hardening dick. It throbbed under her soft touch, desperate for more. She shuddered, but to his surprise, began to grasp it firmly and stroke upward and down. 

His skin felt hot and his breathing quickly became unsteady. He had expected her to fight him on it, but now she was naked, stroking his dick, looking at him with those innocent and breakable eyes. The skin of her hand brushed up on a bulging vein, making him have to bite back a moan. 

This was humiliating, she had to know what she was doing to him. Under that innocent and mortified expression, she had to be gaining a sick sense of pleasure by making him come undone. It irritated him. Who did she think she was messing with? 

He suddenly grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap. Surprised, she released his cock and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Infuriatingly, his heart raced at holding her so closely. Her delicious scent wafted into his nostrils. He leaned into her face, almost touching noses. “If you beg for my cock like a good little slut, I will reward you.” He whispered huskily. 

That made her stutter. “I-I do not need an award, sire.”

His eyebrows crossed, annoyed. So, she was still feeling disobedient. That was fine with him. He placed his large hand on her throat and pushed her beneath the water. She thrashed under his grip, limbs flailing and splashing water everywhere, but he remained firm. Water was now profusely spilling out of the tub from her tantrum. 

When he felt her start to give up, he released her. She bent over the side and began coughing up water. He laughed at her display, grabbing her hair to yank her back under. One of his fingers prodded inside her walls, feeling them clench around his digit as she struggled. He licked his lips, flexing his finger inside her.

Her body started to convulse, so he slipped his finger out and let her go. This time, he got out of the tub and started to get dressed. While she coughed up water from her lungs, he tasted his finger, savoring her flavor. 

As she began to climb out, he eyed her clothes on the floor. In a split second, he dismantled it into a bunch of pieces. Then, recalling her technique, he set it on fire. She watched with wide, aghast eyes. 

You are the daughter of a feudal lord in the Heian era. You come from a prominent family of Jujitsu sorcerers and have inherited your clan's prized technique. When your father is murdered, and your castle is besieged, you are taken as a war prize by the king of curses. There will be no escape.

A/N: Deepest apologies for the wait. It is a bit longer, I hope ya'll enjoy it!

Also warning for non-consensual sex, are you really surprised?

CHAPTER 4: CONCUBINE

WC: 9221

Everything in your body was aching. You had never been so completely drained of cursed energy, for now you doubted that you could even conjure a simple veil. Your body protested at the idea of moving, perfectly content to remain hunched down on the forest floor. Face pressed against the ground, every inhale brought with it particles of dirt. You listened to the sound of the boy safely running away, sighing with relief.

Focusing on healing the rest of your severed feet, you reflected on your new circumstance. For the life of you, you could not possibly conceive of a reason for why the king of curses decided to spare you. It truly puzzled you to no end. Regardless of his motivations, you deduced that it could not be good. You were extremely guarded. 

You stumbled, attempting to sit up. Your wrist exploded with fire when you tried to put pressure on it, yelping before you dropped back down. You would need to heal your feet first, your wrists would have to wait. 

At all costs, you must never let him restrain you like that again. Never before in your life had you felt so completely trapped. It was as if your hands were pinned between two mountains. Every circumstance where you are constrained between his hold results in you losing. Had you realized that in time, you might not have ended up in this situation. However, you had one rare advantage that scarcely any other sorcerers have had. You survived a fight with Sukuna. Even if you can no longer use your technique on him, the knowledge you acquired during your fight could be the key to defeating him. 

It was dreadfully unfortunate that you had to enter a binding vow in order to spare an innocent life. You truly stood no chance against Sukuna without your technique. Binding vows were inarguable laws in jujistu sorcery, the thought of breaking one was completely unattainable to anyone. You had no choice but to comply. Conversely, he also had no choice but to comply. As restricting as it was for you, this was the best way for you to guarantee the safety of your people. 

Your ears pricked when you picked up the faint sound of chirping birds. You opened your eyes, and noticed that the first rays of light began to crack over the horizon. Shifting your weight toward your bottom half, you slowly moved to sit up, careful to not put pressure on your wrists yet. Wobblier than a newborn fawn, you rose to your feet. They trembled and ached under the burden of standing. 

“Follow me.” His voice startled you, reminding you that he was still here the entire time. You wanted to curse him out and walk away, but you knew that there was no use in fighting him in your condition. 

You stumbled after him, trailing behind his towering form. He somehow managed to silent his footsteps while maintaining his brisk pace. It baffled you how he could be so stealthy at his size and presumable weight. 

It was a struggle to match his pace. As he effortlessly stepped over streams and fallen trees, you made exhausted efforts to navigate each obstacle. You staggered through a creek and noted that the water was strangely cold for so late in the summer. Fatigued, you pushed your feet through the resistance of the water. While stepping out, you realize that you no longer have feeling in your legs. 

You heard a growl, making your head snap up. You had fallen quite far behind him. Trying to speed up, you fall and hit the ground. Your face flushes pink in embarrassment against your will. You did not want to care about his opinion of you and grow past caring about your pride, but it was more difficult than it seemed.

His eyes rolled. “You are too pathetic to even follow my footsteps? Perhaps there was no point in letting you grow your legs back.” 

You scowled at the floor, fists clenching in anger. He had no right to be angry about an injury he caused. 

“Forgive me, my lord,” you replied, determined not to let your pain show. 

“Do not apologize. If you fall behind again, I will cut off your limbs and make you crawl.” He snapped. You shivered, frightened of the humiliation you would face if you had to crawl behind him like a worm. That was probably the likeness in which he saw you. 

“Yes, my lord.” You stood up, focusing on maintaining your balance. 

You trodded after him, ignoring the aching pain. This whole circumstance was humiliating enough, you would not give him a reason to make it worse. Every single step was a wave of fire shooting up your legs. It made your teeth clench as you pushed on. Irritation bubbled inside you, but you suppressed it. It was vital that you save your energy, for you had no inclination as to what Sukuna had planned for you. There was plenty of time to rage when you were free. 

There was no certainty about your future, but you were positive that you would not be guarded all hours of the day. If you had even ten minutes to yourself, you were certain you could find a way to send a message to your brother. He could gather other sorcerers and perhaps find a way to put an end to your captivity.

As you continued to take excruciating steps to follow Sukuna, the familiar trees caught your attention. He was walking you to the village. You wondered why he would be taking you there if he was restricted from hurting anyone there by your deal. Supposing that Sukuna did seem to intentionally cause terror whenever he could, you guessed that he was simply seeking to horrify anyone who was left behind in the evacuation. You dearly prayed that you had bought enough time for everyone to escape. You had no doubts about Sukuna’s ability to cause torment despite his current restrictions. He was maliciously clever in that way. 

The chilling wind that swept over your body made a strange, dreadful feeling take root in your stomach. It was too early for the first autumn chill to arrive, and yet you were shivering. The icy creek that had numbed your limbs earlier only increased your growing suspicion. You could feel it in your aching bones. Something was wrong. 

Then, you saw it. The village was suffocated in a sea of icebergs. Buildings were impaled on towering spikes of ice. You could only stare in horror. The village your family had spent generations protecting was destroyed. There was nothing but a blue, frozen wasteland. A deep sinking feeling was in your chest. 

Sukuna let out a deep chuckle of amusement at your horrified expression. Your shoulders went rigid. Shame bubbled inside your chest at your own short-sightedness. Of course, your deal was strictly only between Sukuna and yourself, not including anyone else. He was probably well aware that his lackey was attacking the village throughout the entire battle. 

A man appeared, bowing before your new captor. They were strangely handsome, their snow white hair falling perfectly on their smooth, pale skin. You had heard tales of the Frozen Star, Sukuna’s right hand, and most loyal subordinate. How foolish you were to assume that Sukuna would be without them on this day. The minute you saw that Sukuna was alone, you should have suspected that they were at the village. 

“Master Sukuna.” Their voice was calm, measured. “I have done as you requested.” 

It angered you how they spoke of committing atrocities in a monster’s name so casually. Your fists clenched. You could not believe that anyone would be willing to obey orders from such a terrible person. You hated them as much as you hated Sukuna. 

“Excellent work, Uraume.” You were pushed forward, losing your balance and falling on your hands and knees. “Take this one to the castle and ensure she learns her place. I will return shortly.” 

“Yes, Master Sukuna.” 

By the time you stood up, Sukuna had disappeared. Your head whipped around, looking for any trace of him, but he did not even make a sound. Apparently, he had been fooling around with you during your battle. If he had moved at his full speed, you would not have remotely been able to keep up. 

“You.” Uraume stared into your eyes. Their gaze held the same frostiness that manifested from their technique. 

Their rude, impolite tone came as no surprise to you. You had expected that they would have the same ill manners as his master. “My name is-” you began.

“I do not care.” They interrupted. “Follow me.”

Wordlessly, you stumbled after them, feet struggling to maintain grip on the slippery ice that blanketed the ground. It was a shock to be treated with such little civility, but you knew that it would only be worse from here. In one night, you had gone from a Lord’s daughter to a slave. There would be no careful consideration of your status. In fact, you imagined that your status made them enjoy disrespecting you even more. Yet, you were determined not to be demeaned by their treatment. You told yourself that their actions toward someone who has done them no wrong only eroded their own character. 

As the two of you trodded through the once bountiful village that was now an icy wasteland, you suddenly felt sick. Examining the massive ice spikes, you noticed frozen, petrified bodies embedded deep within the ice. You looked away, gaze locked to your feet as a tear escaped your eye. Deep down, you knew that some people would not want to escape, for why would one want to leave everything they know to become refugees? Although it was painful to have confirmation. People were killed, and you were unable to protect them.

Uraume was not one for talking, for even when you left the graveyard that used to be one of your favorite places, they were completely silent. If they noticed your tears, they did not acknowledge them. You hated them, your rage burning hotter knowing that they had killed your people, but you were grateful for their silence. You knew that Sukuna would berate and humiliate you for your tears, so you were grateful for the opportunity to mourn in peace. 

The sun had risen, and the birds sang beautiful melodies that you normally enjoyed as you travelled across the forest meadow toward the castle. It truly was such a glorious summer day. The sky was perfectly clear and perfectly blue. The wind gently brushed against you while the sun beamed onto your skin. Unfortunately, you were numb to nature’s bounties at the moment, stuck in the unending nightmare that was your life currently.

You arrived at the castle, but you hardly recognized it. It was as if you were in an alternate dimension, where there was no joy or light. There was no greeting of laughing servants, no children playing in the yard, no smell of breakfast filling the air. There was only silence and the terrible smell of Kaito’s corpse. 

Uraume’s hand lifted toward your dead fiancé, and ice began to shoot out and encapsulate his body in a cocoon. Their actions surprised you, but you supposed they must hate the smell as well. 

They snapped toward you and declared. “Understand this.” 

You straightened up and met their icy stare, it felt like they would freeze you on sight. “Yes, sir?” 

They frowned. “You were spared only because Master Sukuna has found some other way to enjoy you besides ending your pathetic existence. You will be grateful for his benevolence and do everything to ensure that he is pleased with you.” 

You felt the temptation to roll your eyes. It was becoming hard to keep your composure when they continuously tell you such absurd things. How could they come to the conclusion that you should be grateful to him? Nevertheless, you agreed. “Yes, sir.” 

“I will show no mercy if I suspect that you are being disrespectful to him.” They warned with a sharp tone.

You nodded. “Yes, sir.” 

They eyed you up and down, but you maintained your stance. They were intimidating, but you would not be bullied into cowardice. At least, not with mere threats, not after everything that had happened last night. 

“Alright then.” They scanned around for something, but you could not determine what that was for they continued speaking. “You are expected to clean and maintain the estate. You are expected to follow every request Master Sukuna asks of you. You will report to me, but his orders are the highest priority.” 

They began walking inside, and you followed. “I will spend today preparing dinner and settling the castle in for him. You are to clean the estate and bathe before he returns.” Their eyes shot to your feet. “You should ensure you are completely healed by then as well. It will be a rough time for you otherwise.” 

“Yes, sir.” You responded. It made sense to be healed before he returns. You could imagine the ridicule you would receive for daring to take over a day to regrow your feet. The request to bathe was strange, but you supposed he would not want his servants to be filthy. 

It was strange, but you could tell that they were not used to having servants. They seemed a bit awkward and defensive when giving you orders. Yet, you could not say that it was surprising. Despite both Sukuna and Uraume’s informed speech, their manners revealed their lowborn birth. You held no prejudice against them for it, you rather enjoyed commoners who were careless in matters of society. You envied the freedom they had and delighted in their unrestrained character. It made them spontaneous and refreshing. However, your captors were both murderers. You could never feel sympathy for people who so carelessly took the lives of others.

Uraume left you there without another word. Not wanting to be reprimanded for apparent ungratefulness, you immediately set to work. 

As you started to brush the floors of the main hall, you began to enjoy the opportunity to be alone with your thoughts. It allowed you to process the events that had happened. 

It was strange how only recently you were grieving the news of your father’s death. It felt like it happened years ago. It was truly the end of your life as you knew it, and a part of you recognized it then. If only you could have predicted how quickly things would fall apart after that.

Stripping the silk sheets off of the beds, you soaked and scrubbed each one in the tub until you were satisfied with the job. You loaded a few on your back and made your way outside to hang them up. The sheets were still heavy from the water, so you would be sure to wring them out a little more before leaving them to air out. As the bright sun hit your face, you were hopeful that they would be dry in time. 

You noticed that Kaito’s body was gone. In the chaos of the events, you had never gotten time to process his death. Now, you were aware that one’s death does not purge the misdeeds they committed when they were alive. You hardly liked Kaito. Blame could be assigned to him for this whole mess. You had warned him that Sukuna would be too strong, but he did not listen. You sighed. There was no helping it now. You hoped he found peace in the afterlife. 

Each room in the castle was emptied. You vigorously brushed and scrubbed every inch of the floors, walls, and ceiling. While waiting for it to dry, you took your time meticulously dusting every single object. When you were done, you carefully placed the objects back, staging them in the best-looking position. You repeated this routine for every single room you came across. 

Uraume patrolled by occasionally, seemingly preoccupied with something. However, you did suspect they were checking to ensure you were obeying their orders. Their presence enraged you. You were never a strong believer in vengeance, but you would begin to pray that both of them received the karmic justice they deserved. 

Honestly, you were never one to indulge much in prayers. You had always believed that if there was a problem, then there was something to be done about it. There was no point in relying on supernatural forces for the answers. As you moved up and down with the brush as it scrubs the floor, you wondered if this was your karma for not showing as much gratitude to the gods as you should have. 

You watched the bubbles rinse away with a splash of a water bucket. No. You caught yourself in your thoughts. The only people to blame for your situation were the people who caused it. No amount of praying could stop the wicked desires of certain people. 

Your small brush gently swiped across the dozens of scrolls and books stored in your family’s vast library. This was probably your favorite room in the castle. You fondly remembered the time you had spent here in your childhood as you became immersed in whatever story or poem you were reading. The sweet memories were a ray of hope to you in these dark times. You gazed out the window to the mid afternoon sun. Your brother would have arrived by now. It relieved you that he was nowhere here. That meant that he was somewhat informed of the situation, at least to the point where he was aware that it was unsafe here. 

As you brushed the spine of a book, you paused. The library you were standing in contained all sorts of literature detailing mastery of jujitsu sorcery. If you were to have time, maybe you could search for ways to contact your brother in one of these texts. You were certain that now was not the time, especially not with Uraume breathing down your neck. You would have to bid your time and wait for the right opportunity. 

When you went to collect the sheets outside, you noticed that the sun had dipped down toward the horizon. The sheets were warm to the touch from the sun, and felt incredibly soft. Sukuna had still not returned. It made you question his idea of a short while. Part of you hoped he had been killed in battle, but you recognized that you were being too optimistic. 

Finished with your chores, you quickly drew your bath. One of the special features of this castle was that the water instantly heats up the second it was added to the tub. A hot bath was the exact thing you needed at the moment, and it was nice you could make one hastily. You had no inclination as to when Sukuna would arrive back, but the sky was now a bright golden color. You could think of nothing more mortifying than him catching you while you were bathing.

You froze for a moment. Surely, he would wait for you to finish, right? He would certainly mock you for not finishing in time, but would he go so far as to interrupt you? You were unsure of his reluctance nor his willingness to see you in such a state. He was far from modest certainly, but was he proud enough to be completely unbothered by nakedness? 

You pondered on it as you lowered yourself into the tub, enjoying the pleasant heat. If Sukuna were any other man, you would be concerned about perverse desires to observe your body, but he had made it clear the minute he saw you that he held no such interest for someone so much weaker than himself. As terrible as he was, that was one aspect of this that you were thankful for. You could be certain that your chastity was safe. 

Your eyes shut as steam filled the room. Your cursed energy had been slowly restoring all day, and you felt like you could completely heal yourself now. Cursed energy compounded inside you to produce reverse curse technique, and you felt warm tingling all over your body that was not caused by the water. The ever present pain in your body finally subsided as your internal injuries were completely mended. 

A sigh of relief escaped your lips, completely out of your control. You deeply wished you could never leave this bath. Unfortunately, you had not yet escaped from your hell. You lathered soap all over your body and scrubbed your soft skin. The scent of the soap filled your nostrils and relaxed you. You sensed that you would need this calmness to survive your next interaction with Sukuna. 

Lifting yourself out of the tub, you quickly dried off. You then dressed in a simple, but comfortable kosode. The way you saw it, you were no longer a noble woman, so there was no need to dress as elaborately as one. You discarded your old tattered clothing, and made your way to your bedroom.

Looking into the mirror, you gently brushed out your hair. Some part of you was convinced that if you went through your normal routine, you would feel some semblance of normality. Unfortunately, it did not work. It felt as though you were a corpse going through the motions. Regardless, you pinned your hair back with your favorite spider lily pin. The spider lily was the unofficial motif of the Hokke Fujiwaras. Your mother gifted it to you, not long before her death. You liked having a piece of her with you, it made you feel brave. 

Your stomach rumbled, and you wondered what Uraume was preparing for dinner. Would you be allowed a portion, or would they force you to starve? You decided to try and go find them. You were done with your tasks, so you thought you might as well be a good servant and report back to your superior.

You roamed the halls, searching every corridor. However, each room was just as empty as the last. It frustrated you how the minute you needed them, they were nowhere to be found. How could they just disappear when they had been a bother all day?

You needed some air, so you went outside. It was cooler outside with the sun now dipped toward the horizon, but it was still a pleasantly warm summer evening. The sky was a beautiful pink, covering the clouds and the water of the lake in pink highlights. You then decided to abandon the idea of finding Uraume, choosing to watch the beautiful sunset instead. 

It was unclear how long you had stood there, watching the sky. All you knew was that it was nice to not think about any of your worries at the moment. It calmed you to know that the world will keep on turning regardless of the conflicts and tribulations of humans. 

“The dimness of the setting sun makes it easier to ignore how deplorable you are.” A mocking, cruel voice spoke. Chills raced down your spine against your will despite the warm air. You questioned how you could ever adapt to his malevolent presence. 

You did not turn to look at him. There was no need to. You bowed immediately once he announced his presence. Your forehead pressed against the floor as you spoke. “Welcome home, Your majesty.” You kept your voice steady despite your growing fear. 

He stepped toward you, closing the distance. The wooden planks beneath his feet groaned with each step. The sound fanned the flames of your growing anxiety. There was no way to read him like this. The extent of his thoughts and emotions that you know are the only snippets of what he allows you to know. Every emotion he reveals is completely intentional, a tactic to trick his victims into thinking they have control. You could see the tips of his feet at the top of your vision. You wondered if he was trying to intimidate you, before internally scolding yourself for asking such a silly question. He obviously was. However, you were determined to be his perfect little maid. All of this would be worth it once he dropped his guard and you struck back.

“The color red…” he paused. Anxiety struck your heart. You would not have worn this outfit if you had known about his oppositions to the color red. Your whole body tensed as you waited to hear him speak. 

“It…is the only color that looks barely tolerable on you.” His speech was fast, but there was no time to ponder it, for he gave his next order. “Raise your head.” You snapped your head up to follow his command, but his intense scarlet gaze had you paralyzed. He was staring right into your soul with those four blood colored eyes. “From now on, you are only to wear the color red.” His hand grabbed your chin. The contact made you scramble away on instinct, but his grip held you there. His voice was deep and low. “Is that understood?” 

You found the request rather strange, but you supposed it was a waste of your efforts to attempt to understand someone like him. A dangerous curiosity sparked in you as you wondered what would happen should you refuse his request. Nevertheless, you knew that now was not the time to be testing boundaries. Being a good maid means staying on his good side and he was informing you just how to accomplish that.

“Yes, sire.” You replied, conscious of the fingers constraining your chin. Being in his grip in any manner made you nervous. You might be able to break out of his hold, but he would have time to grab you again. You were very aware of your own breathing and to your surprise, his as well. You could softly hear him exhale and inhale through his nose. It was weird to think that he, like you, also needed air. In your mind, he was barely human, and yet you know he was also just another sorcerer. He was born a weak infant, like all humans. He needed to eat, breathe, sleep, and defecate like all humans. It was difficult to imagine, as his humanity was obscured by his overwhelming power. 

He released you before standing up. You rubbed your chin, rising as well. Nerves tore up your stomach. You did not know what to do next. You hoped that he would be pleased with your willingness to wait for his order, but in actuality, you were paralyzed by indecision. 

“Serve me tea in the master bedroom.” He commanded, and disappeared. You immediately ran to prepare his tea. You were not antsy to test his patience. 

You had no idea what type of tea he liked, so you just made black tea. You thought it was a perfect fit for the color of his soul. Once it was ready, you prepared it with your family's finest tea set. You were glad that learning to serve tea was part of your upbringing, as it was a part of the proper manners all high born ladies should have. You carried it toward the master bedroom with the poise and gracefulness as if you were trying to find a husband.

When you opened the door, you saw him sitting on the bed. His kimono had been discarded to the side, leaving him only in pants. You fought the urge to look away in embarrassment. This was the first man you had ever seen topless, but you doubted Sukuna was aware of that. You were able to clearly see his sculpted body. His dark tattoos adorned his entire body, spanning down his back, chest, shoulders, and arms. He had the circular brandings of criminals on all four of his appendages. His muscles were large and defined, bulging beneath his skin. 

You bowed, careful not to spill the tea. “Your tea is ready, your majesty.” 

He looked at you, something unknown in his eyes. It made you nervous for some reason and your skin began to feel hot. His rumbling voice broke the suffocating silence. “Bring it to me.” 

You came closer, each step increasing your building anxiety. You did not understand why you felt more nervous now than when you were certain he was going to kill you. Finally, you were able to place the tray on the side of the bed. You began to pour him a cup, but your hands were shaking, completely concentrated on not spilling. You were within arms reach of him, and it made your heart race. Everything inside you was telling you to run away. 

Holding out a full cup for him, you bowed. “Here you go, sire.” Your eyes were glued to the floor, unable to look at him.

The cup was grabbed from your hands, and it was swallowed in one gulp. You resisted the urge to mock his poor manners. 

You heard the sound of crashing. Your head shot up and saw that he had thrown the cup against the wall. If you had not had all that time to yourself earlier, you would have raged at him doing something as petty as smashing your parents fine tea set, but you had prepared for him to antagonize you. So, you simply smiled, and took the opportunity to leave.

“I will clean that up right away, sire!” you called, perhaps too enthusiastically as you turned to exit the room. 

“No, stay here.” The deep command made your body instantly still, your arms and legs snapping together. You were unable to move. He had stood up right behind you in a single moment. You do not think you will ever get used to the speed at which he moves. Your flickering shadow on the door was overtaken by his massive one. All you could focus on was his massive cursed energy blazing around him, numbing your senses to everything else. Not only was it the most amount of cursed energy you had ever seen one person have, but it pulsed like a terrible inferno seeking only to decimate everything. There could not possibly be anything that was more evil. Taking a deep breath, you turned slowly. 

“Yes, your majesty? Did you want something?” Your voice was meeker than you meant it to be. 

He stepped closer, and you took a step back. He matched your step while you continued to back away at the same pace. Your heart was beating unfathomably fast, your fear making you forget to play the part of the compliant servant. His behavior confused you, but you knew it could not be good. 

“Come here.” He grunted. “I want you closer.” 

You wanted him further away. You wanted to escape his smothering, malicent presence that made you feel so small and weak. Your heart raced like that of a prey animal caught in a predator’s den. The fear paralyzed you, frozen and unable to look away from his cursed energy.  

“My eyes are over here.” He snapped. His harsh tone broke your frightened trance as you immediately looked at him. You let your fear distract you from the task at hand. Now, his eyes were filled with agitation. “Are you really so pathetic that the mere sight of my cursed energy has you petrified?” His voice resounded, full of disgust. “Keep me waiting and I will give you a reason to be afraid.” 

“Ah, but your majesty.” You stumbled back, desperate to leave. “Servants are supposed to keep their distance from royalty.”

His head cocked, unimpressed. You continued, stammering a bit. “Especially not royalty as highly exalted as yourself. It would be improper.” 

“Are you defying me?” He warned, voice dropping dangerously low. 

You did not need to be warned again. “Forgive me, your majesty.” Begrudgingly, you lumbered toward him until you were an arms length away. Your feet grew heavier with each step. It was hard to disobey your instincts to flee, but the fear of punishment forced you to comply.

You felt miniscule next to his towering form. The width of his torso caught your attention. It frustrated you how he was so massive, not only impossibly tall but also bulky. It was worse because his large size did not slow him down in the slightest. A few good blows was all you could manage, despite him being such a large target.  His body was a giant wall of muscle that could crush you with almost no effort. The memory of his restraint filled you with shame. You cranked your neck to look up at him with your arms glued to your side. 

His four eyes met yours, blazing with crimson fire. He kept his face blank for the most part as he scanned your form, however, in his eyes contained a dark promise and a hunger to fulfill it. He was trying to torment you, that much you understood. Yet, you did not understand how. Perhaps it was through this confusion that he had intended to invoke fear. All you knew was that it was indeed working. 

One of his hands came behind you, making your body tense up. You felt the tension securing your hair release, making you realize that he had removed your hairpin. His expression was amused at your confused and paranoid stare.

“Sire,” you whispered, frightened of his intentions. “What are you doing?”

None of this made sense to you. He was insulting and threatening you earlier, but now he was letting down your hair? Your best guess was to prevent you from fighting as effectively, but that did not make any sense. He certainly had no need to resort to such tactics in the current circumstances.

“Whatever I want.” He whispered back, voice filled with a hint of playfulness. You thought the sound of his whisper was strange to hear. One of his hands grabbed your shoulder, but there was no brute force behind it like there usually was whenever he grabbed you. It was simply there, feeling you. He was staring into your eyes so intensely, excited by your fearful expression.

He was even closer now. You could not get away from his scent, his imposing height, his intense stare. He was going to hurt you, and you would have to heal yourself and get over it. You shut your eyes and waited for him to begin causing you pain.

Then, you felt the hand on your shoulder grip your kosode. Your eyes suddenly widened. You had to be wrong, there was no way he wanted that. But then, your horrors were confirmed when you slowly felt him begin to pull the fabric down, exposing the skin on your shoulder. You reacted before thinking, attaching a thread to the door and zipping toward it, away from his grip. 

There was no going back now. All bets were off the table. You would not lose your maidenhood to a monster. You quickly turned to open the door, but he was faster.

Instantly you were flipped around and pinned to the wall. Your legs kicked in protest, but he did not budge. Tears welled in your eyes. 

He growled. “You bitch. Am I suddenly not exalted enough for her ladyship?”

“We are not married!” You cried out. “Please, your majesty!”

He sneered. “A king does not marry his concubines.”

Your blood went cold, face full of horror. “No! Stop!” Your pleas were ignored as his free hand trailed up the side of your body, slowing down over the curves of your breast and hips. Your body pressed further into the wall to increase the distance but there was no escape. His hand squeezed your breast making you squeal, turning your head away to hide your red face. It barely distracted you from the other hand slipping behind your back. You desperately wished you could use your threads to slice his hands apart. 

The knot in the back of the belt was undone and the belt was discarded. The opening to your kosode began to split apart. You tried to use your legs to keep it pinned together, but Sukuna put his large thigh between yours, holding your legs apart. His free hand slipped under your kosode, palming your bare breast. You cried in terror.

“I have been waiting for this since I first saw you in those ripped and tattered clothes.” He whispered in your ear, pinching your nipple roughly. The pain caused you to yelp. He smirked at the sound. “Surely, it was all a part of your plan to distract me, right? I mean, what other option does a weakling like you have?”

Your eyebrows crossed, offended at his suggestion. “I was fully under the impression that you were not attracted to me. And even if I were aware of such a fact, I would never resort to using such a dirty trick!” You did not care that you were yelling at him. The feeling of his fingers grasping your nipple made you white hot with rage. 

He put his forehead against yours, staring deep into your eyes. “Not even to save your dear village? Maybe I would even have spared your fiancé if you were naked when I first saw you.” He jeered, his eyes filled with malice. 

Your brows furrowed. He was trying to anger you. “You scoundrel! My village was always going to be destroyed! It was doomed the moment you sent your lap dog after it! You probably would have killed Kaito anyway as well!” 

“Scoundrel?” One of his hands wrapped around your throat and squeezed, choking you. “I think I have grown to prefer ‘Your majesty.’ You shall address me as nothing else.” 

Not even a tiny bit of air could pass through your compressed wind pipe. Nothing but a strangled sound escaped your throat. Your eyes were watering even more profusely, tears pouring out of your eyes. You were convulsing in his grip, trying to escape the burning sensation in your lungs. Your vision grew dark and your muscles had no more strength. Just when you thought you were going to pass out, he released you. 

You erupted into a coughing fit, wishing you could hold your damaged throat. It was definitely going to bruise. You desperately hyperventilated, consuming the much needed air. 

He laughed at your miserable state. “Although you are not wrong about your fiancé. I probably would have killed him regardless. I really hated him.” 

He suddenly ripped your robe off, exposing your naked form to his hungry gaze. He began to lick your breasts and suck on your nipples. You squirmed in his hold, trying to think of any way to escape from your predicament. The feeling of his warm tongue on your nipples made you shiver.

“Please! I do not want this!” you begged, voice hoarse from the strangulation. 

 He released your nipple from his mouth. “I do not care.”

The two hands restraining your hands reached around you and gripped your ass. His long nails dug into your cheeks as he began to move you back and forth, grinding you on his thigh. The friction made your core begin to tingle. Your cheeks flushed bright red as you continued to struggle in his grip. 

You expected him to stop at some point, but the steady motion continued. Your mouth began to water, and your skin began to grow hot as the pleasure inside you started to build. You tried to lift your hips away, but his grip was firm. He rotated your hips downward each time he drug you in toward him, putting direct pressure on your clit. He repeated this motion over and over again as he rubbed you back and forth on his thigh. His last freehand came up to pinch and tug on your nipples. 

The sensations were overwhelming you. You had pleasured yourself before, but it was nothing of this magnitude. You had stolen the forbidden texts from your family’s library detailing marital relations, so you liked to think that you were not as oblivious in that field as most virgins were. You could not believe how wrong you were. This was nothing like what you had imagined when you had touched yourself late at night. Having the stimulation caused by another person made the feeling to be of a much more intense magnitude. 

To give yourself credit, Sukuna was nothing like how you had ever imagined your partner to be. You had always imagined that your first would be with your husband, and he would be just as nervous as you were. Now, you imagined that Sukuna only delighted in your growing anxiety. You desperately wanted to avoid this, but there was nothing you could do to resist him. Without your technique, you could not realistically fight back. The only thing you could do to attempt to save a small scrap of your pride was to not succumb to his ministrations. There was no way you were getting out of this and no use fighting it. He was right, you really were just his concubine. 

He scoffed. “You are awfully quiet now, hm? Are you gonna act like a slut for your father’s murderer?” 

Shame washed over your entire being. You were burning inside with humiliation, feeling disgusting. You were aware that his words were to intentionally upset you, but they still hurt. You shut your eyes and faced away, trying to disappear somewhere else inside your head. 

All of his arms wrapped around you, embracing you. Your soft body now pressed into his rough one, you suddenly became aware of the intense heat radiating off his skin. His thigh was removed as he walked you over to the bed and unceremoniously threw you down. The second your back hit the tatami, you tried to stand up and run but he was immediately on top of you. You tried to slide out from in between his legs, but his hands pinned your biceps.

You writhed beneath him, kicking your legs up and flailing your fists in a desperate attempt to throw him off of you. You were crying profusely, having lost all of your dignity. His other hands spread your thighs apart and his hips settled between them. 

“No! Please! I will do anything! Please do not do this!” You sobbed, barely able to choke the words out.

“Why are whores always so surprised by the consequences of their actions?” He grumbled, his hands palming your breasts once again. They ached from his aggressive handling, making your face clench in pain. “This is what happens when you behave like a little cocktease.” 

“I have done nothing to warrant such treatment from you!” You yelled. 

He pressed his clothed hardness into your naked core. Your eyes went wide, mouth dry and sweat cold. It was as hard as wood and longer and thicker than your forearm. It twitched in response to the pressure, hot and bulging against you. “Still think you aren’t a cocktease?” He taunted. 

You wept, terrified at the prospect of him assaulting you. You doubted it would fit inside, his manhood bigger than any of the illustrated pictures you had seen in that book. Your hips shifted to escape it touching you, but the friction made it throb and he only pushed it harder against you. You turned your head to the side and sobbed at your helplessness. 

He grinded his clothed cock against your slit in a similar manner as he had done earlier. It throbbed against you as he slowly rubbed it up and down your core. Your thighs trembled from feeling his length like this. His breathing quickened as he began to speed up his pace, panting heavily while humping you. 

Something warm and wet slithered up your cheek. Your body tensed and your eyes squeezed shut as he licked your tears. It was the gentlest he had ever touched you, his slimy tongue trailing up and down your face. Another sob wracked your body. There was no point in fighting him.

A finger prodded at your entrance. Your legs tried to snap shut on instinct but were obstructed by his body. His mouth trailed down to your neck, sucking and licking the soft skin there. His large thumb pressed on your clit and circled around it. Your body was shaking from the foreign sensations. 

You cried out in pain as your walls were pried apart as his large finger slid into you. You tried to clamp your muscles together to push him out but it was futile. The stretch was stinging, and you tried to breathe through the pain as he circled his finger, expanding your walls.  

“Oh.” He murmured. “You are going to feel so good on my cock.” 

You panted and looked away, cheeks flushed bright red. He groaned and slipped his finger out, now coated in your wetness. His eyes were glazed over. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer.

Your eyes were sealed shut, preparing to be violated. You were shaking uncontrollably, unable to calm down. You yelped when you felt the head of his member touch your entrance, and began to thrash violently. His manhood was hard, and hot, and pulsing. You could not let this happen.

The tip pressed into you, stretching your walls. You screamed as your walls were forcefully expanded to accommodate his large size. His teeth suddenly sunk into your shoulder, drawing blood from the puncture. The pain made you yelp, but he was only trying to distract you as he plunged his member into your core. 

You wailed from the agony as you felt blood drip out of you. He groaned and started to lap your blood up from your shoulder with his tongue. You felt like he had split you open, a searing pain pulsating from your core. The immense stretch of your walls made your legs shake from agony. 

Given no time to adjust, he immediately started pulling out just to instantly slam back into you. You cried out as your walls ripped from the friction. The agony of him burying himself into you was unfathomable. Your entire core was on fire.

Your hips buckled under the immense pressure of him thrusting into you. It was as if he was trying to pound you through the mattress. Everything hurt so terribly, his tip kissing your cervix, his girth stretching your walls, his pelvis crashing into yours, and his bruising grip on your hips that grew stronger as he continued to fuck you. The room was filled with wet slapping noises, accompanied by his groans and your cries. 

Your walls clenched around him when he brushed against a spongy spot inside you. He moaned at the sensation, murmuring in your ear. “I knew you would like it rough, fucking bitch.” 

He pulled out and you were flipped over, face pressed into the mattress. He lifted your hips and entered you again, your cervix bruised by his tip. He pounded into you like that, his pace faster than before. All you felt was throbbing pain throughout your body. 

Your face was blank and your body convulsed with every thrust. He was panting, and it seemed you had finally run out of tears. His balls smacked you as he filled you over and over again. His grip on your hips tightened as he continued to thrust into you. 

You were hyperventilated as his member continued to tear you open. Every time he pushed into you again, it was like you were being ripped apart from your legs. Even the outside of your core ached from the pressure of his hips repeatedly slamming into you. 

His dick began to twitch. You planted your face into the mattress and whimpered. You were grateful to not have to look at him. He groaned once more and sped up his pace. You thought you might faint from the agony, but his dick finally convulsed and filled you with sticky fluid. 

You trembled, his grip on your hips bruising. He was breathing heavily as he pressed inside as hard as he could. He then released you, exiting your core in the process. You collapsed into the bed, hyperventilating. 

The weight on the bed shifted, and you could tell he got up. Your legs snapped together and you hugged your knees to your chest. You wished you could sink into the mattress and disappear. 

“Get up, whore.” He snapped. “Dinner is soon, go clean yourself and join me in the dining hall.” 

You mindlessly followed his command, gathering your tattered clothes before running to the bathing room. 

The minute you entered, you slammed the door shut. Your whole body was sore and aching. You collapsed to the floor and began sobbing. 

…

Sukuna sighed and stretched his limbs. His new whore was taking forever in the bath. She better understand that if she does not hurry, he will force her out. 

Despite his willingness to ensure she understood her position beneath him, he was in an undeniably excellent mood. The shocked and disgusted look on her face when she found out his intentions would serve to satiate him for a while. Even just recalling the expression brought a wicked smile to his face. 

That was the best fuck he had ever had. It truly sickened him how only an aristocrat would have been able to enjoy her soft, yielding body. He delighted in the way she wrapped around him, something about her cunt specifically felt incredible. It was as soft and fragile as the rest of her body. And she really did have a beautiful body, it was truly visionary. He would be seeing it behind his eye lids for a while. 

He had to prevent himself from pouncing on her the second he saw her in that deep red kosode. She looked so regal and so serene, as if she was a flawless painting. He felt the strong desire to shatter her composure right then and there and begin defiling her. It gave him a sick, twisted sort of pleasure to know that he was ruining a pretty highborn woman. He was destroying her chances of ever returning to her pampered life, and he was extremely glad for it.

He hoped she felt dirty and ruined. She deserved to understand how little she mattered, a miniscule weakling only meant to fulfill his desires. It was about time someone gave her a reality check. Her condescending attitude last night when he had revealed what her father had done really irritated him. She was so caught up in her own presumptions, he was more than happy to show her the truth. 

Punishing his enemies really brought him such joy. Everything about her was infuriating to him. She was born extremely wealthy, with servants waiting on her hand and foot. She had worthless conventional beauty, and annoying charisma that she relied on because of her not utilizing her powerful technique properly. All that she had was dropped into her lap from birth, and he despised how she still thought she was better than him. Spending time as his whore will make her understand how pointless her existence is if she has no power. 

Dressing up, he examined the room he was staying in. It really was spectacular, walls high enough to where he could move with no issue. The ceilings were ornately carved with intricate patterns, and the walls were adorned with expensive art. It truly was fit for a king, which further caused him to wonder about how her father was able to acquire such an estate. He would have to do more digging into it. 

Heading toward the dining hall, he pondered if he had broken her already. He did truly delight in seeing her struggle to address him with her proper mannerisms. It truly was a pitiful effort to maintain her dignity. He had wondered how far she would go to degrade herself in order to preserve her etiquette. It would be a shame if she abandoned all of her goals of maintaining her sense of self. It was much more fun to destroy her spirit over time. 

As he entered, his eyes immediately caught Uraume preparing the table. Upon noticing him, they halted and bowed to him. “Master Sukuna.”

He waved them off. “I will dine as soon as the girl finishes bathing.”

They stood up, continuing their task. Sukuna made his way to the head of the table, sitting on the large, red silk cushion that was more comfortable than any bed he had prior to his current tatami. The dining table top was carved from a large slab of jade supported by four black pine legs. By the clarity and texture, he could tell that the jade was very high quality. All of the dishes were finely painted porcelain, each probably costing as much as a peasant house. 

“I had thought that you would have killed the girl by now.” Uraume speaks, suddenly interrupting his thoughts.

He looked at his subordinate, and they instantly looked down. “I am not trying to question you! It was just not what I expected.” Their tone was apologetic.

“I know you were not questioning me.” He brought his arms up to relax on the table. “I made a binding vow not to kill her. I discovered a better use for someone of her distinction.”

They nodded, understanding. He continued. “I know I never really got to inform you of my plan, but I knew that you were up to the task.” 

A small smile broke out on their face at his praise. “I am glad I was able to complete your will, Master.”

“Uraume, do you see this wonderful estate? It truly infuriates me how for so long it has belonged to such unworthy people.”

“Yes, I have been thinking the same thing.”

“As enjoyable as killing the lady would be, it has been more pleasing to extend her torment. Serving me is how she will atone for the offenses she has laid against me. She is popular and well connected, so degrading her will catch the attention of her fellow blue-blooded parasites. As such, every aristocratic peacock will begin to understand their place beneath me.”

They laughed gently. “As they should. It puzzles me entirely how individuals can still deny your greatness.”

He scoffed. “She at least has the decency to lie about it.” 

Their eyebrows crossed. “If she displeases you, I shall make her regret it. I am unrestricted by your agreement.” 

“Your enthusiasm is appreciated.” He leaned in closer. “But you know, even with her feeble strength and her sickening facetious charm, she is the one of the more pleasing concubines I could have taken. She is a lord’s daughter, bred and raised to please powerful men.” 

They nodded. “It is nice that you have finally discovered one worthy of you.”

“I agree. Although, I do not know how long this will last. Should I grow tired of her, I shall make no motion at all to order her death.” He made eye contact with their distant, frosty gaze, hoping they comprehended his intention.

You are the daughter of a feudal lord in the Heian era. You come from a prominent family of Jujitsu sorcerers and have inherited your clan's prized technique. When your father is murdered, and your castle is besieged, you are taken as a war prize by the king of curses. There will be no escape.

A/N: Credit for the Readers Technique goes out to its_seaberri on reddit. I am really motivated to write the next chapter, so the next update should come soon.

CHAPTER 3: Spinning Thread

WC: 5580

You faintly heard violent crashing in the distance over the incessant ringing in your ears. Pain clung around your entire torso, seeping into your whole body, constricting your breath. Your eyes were shut and your fists were clenched. Your back was pinned to the gravel outside your front yard. 

Every sorcerer wonders what will cause them to perish. Every battle is fought wondering if it is their last. Along with these musings come the normal human contemplations regarding death. Will it hurt? Will I suffer? What will happen afterward?

All you felt was pain, nothing but unencumbered searing agony. It flooded your mind and constricted every single thought. The only thing you could do was panic. There was no deeper moment of clarity. There was no final sensation of peace. There was only pain and fear. 

Darkness cloaked over you. Or maybe it was already there. You had the sudden urge to lie down, but you knew that you had dropped to the floor already. How long ago was that? You could not tell. You tried to isolate any sensation that might provide you with the answer, but you felt nothing. 

While you had expected to die in this battle, you had imagined that you would last longer than that. You did not even land a single attack on the enemy. In the end, you really were as weak as Kaito thought you were. You were humiliated. Everything that the men in your life ever said about you echoed inside your head.

You were not as oblivious as society would have you pretend to be. You had always known that men considered you beautiful. The praise you received throughout your entire life had been more than enough confirmation. There was an obvious difference between hollow flattery and genuine acclaim. 

Despite the barrage of compliments on your appearance, you were deeply unsatisfied with your reputation. All tasteful, modest women should happily accept whatever praises they are given, and yet you resented the endless commendation of your visage. In your opinion, your looks had only blinded them to your potential. You had always thought that had you been born a male, you would have made an exemplary sorcerer. Nobody bothered to comment on your skills in battle. This whole time, you had to train harder through literature and by observing others in combat. You were only instructed in battle enough to defend your territory from small threats and to hone the basis of your technique. 

It plagued you. In the end, everyone was right about you. You will never accomplish anything you had desired. You will never even get to see any of your dear brothers again. You will never get to read another book and be enchanted with new knowledge. You will never again sip tea and be soothed by the taste. You will never again feel the breeze on your face and feel relaxed by the scent of the forest. You will never again feel your cursed energy flow through your body and feel so perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the world around you. 

Exhaustion took hold of you. Everything was fading away. It was strangely comfortable, slipping back into the abyss that your soul had emerged from. It was a peaceful emptiness. 

The villagers flashed in your mind. So did the servants of your castle who had served your family for generations in exchange for their protection. All of the maids who had raised you and your brothers from infancy. Your elder brother, who was unaware of the imminent threat that awaits him when he returns. 

You could not yield. You had to protect them. Even if you only bought a little more time, it would aid in their chances of escape. You had to help Kaito hold him off as long as possible. 

You took a deep breath. There was no sound, no imagery, no feeling. You focused on your cursed energy. You felt the familiar pulsing around your body and concentrated on it. Soon, you felt Kaito’s and Sukuna’s as well. It was not too late. There was still time.

The name of your technique is spinning thread. You can use your cursed energy to create threads from the tips of your fingers of any length you desire. You control these threads freely, with very little energy expended on your part, except for when you have to make more. These threads give off very little cursed energy and are nearly imperceptible. You have a large reserve of cursed energy and put a lot of power behind your attacks, so your threads are extremely sharp and hard to destroy. However, putting a smaller amount of cursed energy behind them makes them softer and more blunt. 

A thin thread twined from your finger. You made the tip of the thread very sharp, but the rest of it was much smoother. The thread jammed into the edge of the gaping wound. It was very uncomfortable to feel the sensation of poking through your own flesh, but you ignored it. The thread quickly punctured the other edge of your wound and pulled the opposite way to create tension. You could feel your stomach tighten up back together. You did not hesitate, quickly continuing to puncture each side of your wound and sew yourself back together. You moved on to stitch major internal organs once you completed that task. 

The pain came back, and you let out a groan. It was difficult to do this without drawing attention, so you dearly hoped that Kaito could keep him preoccupied. It was the least he could do since he almost got you killed.

The ruby amulet encircling your neck was the only reason you had survived the brutal attack. It was your main defense against Sukuna’s allegedly imperceptible offense. Your father had one that was much nicer, but he gave you his old one. It is a powerful relic that can protect against almost any attack, but it cannot defend against more than two different curse techniques. That was your fatal flaw. Alas, now was not the time to dwell on the past.

Now that the wound was closed, you used reverse curse technique to heal yourself. It was much easier to regenerate flesh when it was touching other flesh. The slash had severed through your entire abdominal cavity, right above your belly button, leaving only your spine and a few back muscles intact. Had you not had the amulet, you probably would have been split in half, and there would have been no recovering from that. 

Your eyes opened, and your gaze met the full moon. The sounds of battle, a distance away from you, juxtaposed the beautiful, serene night. You were regaining sensation in your limbs again. Neither of the men seemed to take notice of your miraculous recovery, for their onslaught did not relent in the slightest upon your awakening. 

Everything in your body hurt. You had never realized that you had never actually felt real pain in your life. You tried to maintain steady breathing to compose yourself, but it was difficult to take deep breaths. You continued to focus on healing yourself as much as possible, stitches now dissipating as flesh grew in its place. Now more than ever, you needed to avoid making rash decisions. He was stronger than both of you, so you had to be smart. You were pretty worn out from your injury physically, but your cursed energy was strong. You felt it pulse beneath your skin, ready to be released. You could heal yourself to completion if given ample time, but there was none. 

“Because you are never, ever going to sleep with someone that hot. No amount of power in the world could make any girl ignore your hideous face.” Kaito’s voice made your eyes wide.

Was provoking him part of his strategy? You knew of several sorcerers who taunted their opponents into dropping their guard, but would the king of curses fall for such a trick? You must intervene.

You slowly lifted your head. The two had migrated quite a distance from the castle. You would need to find a way to sneak up on Sukuna. Kaito had not realized you were still alive yet, and you prayed that Sukuna had not either. Steadily, you rose to your two feet, careful not to make a noise. Your junihitoe was shredded on the ground, leaving you only in your tattered undergarments. Internally, you debated using your technique to repair your clothes before jumping in, but you dismissed the idea instantly. As much as you hated being exposed in this manner, there were much more urgent matters at hand. 

“They told me you were smart, but don’t think I didn’t realize you were trying to spare the castle. If I don’t get a treasure from this, then you don’t either.” You raised your brows at his questioning perception of you, but then you saw his neck explode with blood. 

Your jaw dropped as his attack instantly disappeared before his body hit the ground. It was almost as if everything before was Sukuna just playing around. He could have killed Kaito whenever he desired. The castle must have been his goal for the invasion. It is possible he is aware of its capabilities, but then, would he not be aware that the castle can handle a few attacks? You suppose he had only heard it was a nice castle, and a king must want nice things. That would explain why he had heard rumors about you. 

Sukuna was staring at the castle, and you moved quickly. While you were able to use cursed energy to enhance your physical capabilities, using your strings as an anchor to pull yourself around was much faster than trying to power up your muscles when you run.  You zipped yourself right to Kaito’s side.

His head was only hanging on to his body by a singular piece of flesh. The sight made you want to gag. You doubted he would recover from this, but you had to try. You began to sew his head back on, wincing internally as you watched your thread weave in and out of his neck, pulling it together. While you did not like the guy, he did not deserve this. 

The hairs on the back of your neck stood at attention. You just knew that his four dreadful eyes were locked on you. You were quick to react. You do not know how many opportunities you will get to strike, so you were determined to make every attack count. This heathen in front of you may have four eyes and four hands, but you had ten fingers. 

The instant you felt your sharpened threads make contact with his body, you applied as much pressure as you possibly could, pouring cursed energy into your attack. You felt your threads slice through his skin and eyes, feeling the warmth of his blood drip down the strings. The ones around his arms wrapped around like a snake on a tree, and dug through his large muscles, layer by layer. You were aiming to reach his bones and cut those as well. All of your threads have sensation, they provide information to you about the object they touch. You hated slicing humans, the tactile feeling of flesh makes you cringe, but you had no qualms about slicing him. 

The connection was suddenly severed, and you knew that your threads had been destroyed. You were instantly prepared for a counterattack, staying on guard. You had managed to destroy his eyes and deeply cut his arms. You exhaled, composing yourself. Even if you could not defeat him, you were certain you could buy the villagers enough time to escape or perhaps even warn your brother. 

He had healed himself instantly and stared at you once again with his ever-intimidating stare. His over-imposing form only reinforced his menacing presence, which was only further enhanced by his unnerving aura. Yet, you did not cower from him. You steeled yourself and took comfort in the certainty that you would die in this battle. The reassurance somehow made you less afraid. After all, you were practically already killed earlier. 

You met his gaze, wondering which pair of eyes you were supposed to look at. You kept expecting him to attack, but he stood proudly, examining you. Was he studying your cursed energy? You had heard that Sukuna had a remarkable ability to understand curse techniques after only seeing them once or twice. Despite your hatred of the man, his knowledge regarding cursed energy was astounding. 

Thinking on the other rumors you had heard regarding him, he was supposedly extremely prideful, seeing humans and curses alike as far beneath him. It was confusing why he would be willing to converse with Kaito in the first place. Did he enjoy taunting his victims? It was probably true if he were as cruel as they say he is. Yet, it was confusing why he was waiting for you to make the next move. You concluded that if he saw humans far beneath him, he must be waiting for you to pay reverence to him. While you were unwilling to worship such a monster, the villagers will have a better chance the longer this takes.

You bowed, making sure you had the utmost perfect form.  “Your majesty, I am unable to imagine why you seem to know who I am or know of the rumors about me, so I will not question it. I must say, I cannot exaggerate the honor you have bestowed upon us. The tales of your immense strength do no justice to your excellency in combat.” 

You heard him scoff. His voice resonated with scornful arrogance. “Does the coquette think flattery will spare her life?”

You felt the temptation to furrow your brows offendedly. What have you done to be called a coquette? You were not flirting with him, and you certainly did not try to use your beauty to acquire the attention and affection of men. The effect you had on men was certainly most undesired. He was the one who said you were not as pretty as people made you out to be. You had done nothing to warrant such petty name-calling, but you supposed that Sukuna was going to try his best to make things difficult. 

“I would never presume that any words could be strung together that would be able to counter your will, your majesty. I merely meant to comment on the knowledge I have of you, as you had done.” You pandered to his pride, hopeful that he would not escalate things due to your actions. 

“Then, to what end does your proper reverence hope to achieve?” 

His question puzzled you. You supposed that most of his victims simply fight him or cower in fear, for there would be no other reason for such strong suspicion of your intent. However, you could not blame him. He was right to be distrustful. Every word from your mouth was a distraction from potential victims. Nonetheless, you answered. “I do not understand your inquiry. I am a lord’s daughter, and you are a king.”

It was truly the rightful hierarchy, if he were a rightful king. You did not voice your opposition to his legitimacy. 

“You bow for the wrong reason. I do not care for your breeding or noble blood. You bow because you are weak, and weaklings should worship the strong.” 

You felt him move much closer, his biting tone chilling your bones. “You are nothing more than a porcelain wretch.” 

“Rise.” You instantly followed his command, slowly rising to meet his eyes. You had a feeling that the time for talking was almost over.

“My name is Miss Y/N Kokke Fujiwara. I do not know what has prompted Your Majesty to attack my home. But, I must do everything in my power to stop you.” You warned.

“Nothing would please me greater.” His evil smile made you nervous, but you refused to relent. You were determined to give it your all.

He launches at you, but you dodge. He goes to kick you, and you try to avoid it, but you realize you are far too slow. You anchor a thread behind him and pull yourself past him. It was absurd how fast he was for someone of his size. 

You feel the blazing rush of cursed energy hurl toward you. Cursing internally, you would have to rely on the amulet. His technique really was invisible. 

The sound of trees cracking behind you was relieving. At least for now, you were relatively secure from his slashes. You were quick to act before he figured out your secret. 

Using your threads like whips, you swiped them across his body as you closed the distance, however, he kept managing to outmaneuver them. You kept trying to hit him, but he was far too quick. It made you wonder if he could see them.

He cackled. “What a mediocre technique. I can hardly believe it is the prized technique of any clan.” 

You paid no mind to his insults. It was not worth giving in to his taunts. You saw what happened to Kaito. However, you needed to change your strategy. It was obvious he was too fast for you. 

He continued to physically attack you, having realized that his normal slashes would not work. You dodged using your strings to whip yourself around him and out of the range of his barreling appendages. You were not going to bother trying to physically attack him, it would be a waste of your effort. It was clear who would win that fight. 

Instead of repeatedly whipping your threads at him, you instantly dispersed your threads along the ground. You left yourself vulnerable to see if he would take the bait. He did, instantly charging toward you, falling right for your trap. You could feel the vibrations from the force of his weight, and you reacted instantly. Extremely thick strands began to wind around his body, securing him to the ground. You used your remaining free hand to strike the rest of your threads across his face. 

Unfortunately, the amulet offered no protection for your threads, which were slashed after you got only a few hits in. Your heart was racing. This is what you needed to do. Restrain him, then attack, and repeat over and over again until you have no cursed energy left. 

However, it seemed as though he was determined not to give you the opportunity to pull that stunt again. He had you on the defensive, pushing you back into the forest. You were avoiding his blows, but it was all you could do. You were using your threads to swing through the trees to avoid his strikes, and his speed only increased as he pursued you. You could not keep up with his movements, so you tried to constantly keep moving. 

The tension in your arm as you were pulling yourself immediately slackened, and you felt yourself begin to fall to the ground. He was aiming his slashes at the trees to prevent your range of motion. You rolled onto the ground and instantly stood up, but you could not see him. 

“Does everyone in your family rely on a pitiful, cursed tool as their only defense?” Your head snapped behind you to where he was standing. You were panting, exhausted.  He was carelessly leaning against a fallen tree, mocking you. 

You wondered why he knew so much about your family. “I am afraid this amulet is the only way I can offer you a real fight. I would not wish to insult you by holding back, sire.”

Something flashed in his eyes, but you could not place what it was. You did not care. You were currently trying to move your threads closer and closer to him, far beneath the ground. 

“You would challenge me even though you are so weak? Do you mean to insult me, as your father had done? You should have continued to grovel at my feet if you were just going to evade my attacks the whole time without fighting back. Being completely without propriety must run in your family.” 

You had the strongest urge to roll your eyes. “My father would never insult anyone without warrant, not without offences laid against him first. I am perfectly capable of coming to the conclusion about who first broke decorum, sire.” You spat.

He laughed. “I must admit that I had credited you with more intellect than that. Here I thought you were one of the only weaklings who understood their place. You are not only plain and weak, but you are simple as well.”

You were becoming angry. Your father was several times the man he was, and Sukuna had no right to insult him. This was bad. You should not let him get to you like this. “And here I thought you were more clever than to resort to witless slander, sire.”

“How enlightening.” His smile was wide and menacing. “Your foolishness runs deeper than I presumed.” 

He charged, but you acted instantly. Your threads sprang from the ground and wrapped tightly around his body like a snake as you immediately began to whip his head as many times as possible. You felt the threads restraining his body dig into his flesh, clinging as tightly as possible to prevent any movement. 

While he began to heal from your initial lashings, you sharpened the threads surrounding his body as much as you could and maneuvered them back and forth, sawing through his body. Your goal was to mince him into pieces. 

Instantly, you felt all of your threads snap at once. He released a plethora of slices in every direction. The snapping of dozens of trees echoed through the forest. While you were protected from being shredded by the amulet, the pure force of his technique and the amount of cursed energy he released gave you whiplash. Your body crashed to the ground. 

You rolled over to stand up, but he was faster. His leg collided with your stomach, and you went flying. Trees whipped past your vision as your body spun like a rag doll. You extended a thread that latched onto a tree to stop your momentum, barely managing to get your feet on the ground. A wheeze escaped your throat the second you landed. You had to employ reverse curse technique to heal your now broken ribs. 

“I really despise the tedious and duplicitous strategies that miserable weaklings employ because they are not strong enough to put up an actual fight.” His lips curled downward in a malicious scowl. “I have had enough of this.” 

Your eyes widened. In your concentration on the fight, you realize that you had not noticed how far both of you were from the castle at the moment. The village was no longer far in the distance, but a short walk away. This was bad. If he was not trying to spare the castle anymore, then that means-

“Domain Expansion: Male-” 

Instantly, you used all of your strength to send threads to wrap around his arms, restraining his hands behind his back. Instead of making the threads sharp to lacerate, you focused on making them as thick and sturdy as possible. Your head was aching as you poured all of your cursed energy into them.

You thought he might cut them again, but he began to pull his arms apart. Your threads strained under the increasing tension, but you remained firm, focusing only on keeping all of his hands tied together. His strength was unbelievable, it felt like your threads were trying to hold back an earthquake. You had never outputted this much cursed energy into one set of threads before. Your body was shaking, your nose was bleeding, but you had to do this. His domain expansion would wipe out the entire village at this proximity. 

Then, he leaped upward, but it was at such a height that it appeared as though he suddenly took flight. Your threads yanked you along with him before you could extend them. You were so high in the sky, you could see all around you for miles and miles. You released your technique, intending on making more threads to catch yourself in the trees before impact. However, during your free fall, the now free Sukuna grabbed both of your hands and broke your wrists from the pressure.

You cried out in pain. He landed on the ground, keeping you dangling in the air with his hands. Another one ripped your amulet off and threw it far away. With how far he kicked you earlier, you had no doubt that it would be too far to recover. 

“I bet you feel so pathetic right now. You never stood a chance.” You could hear the evil smile in his voice. 

You glared at him and raised your leg to kick him as hard as you could. Pain erupted beneath you, and you realized both of your legs had been severed from your body, just below the knees. Blood rushed out of your legs onto the forest floor, making you feel dizzy.

This was it. You had lost your only method of standing a chance against him. Any moment, he could split you into pieces. At least you did succeed in buying some time. You dearly hope your efforts were not for nothing. You shut your eyes and awaited the killing blow. 

…

Sukuna’s heart was racing. Despite her deplorable weakness, she was clever. Her wit and quick thinking had provided him with a more pleasant challenge than he had expected. She certainly lasted longer than the majority of sorcerers he had fought. 

Although he would be lying to himself if he completely credited her skills for that. There were multiple instances where he could have ended the fight instantly. While he normally prolongs fights to increase his enjoyment or his enemy’s terror, there was something different about this battle. 

He did enjoy fighting her. As much as he wanted to claim that he was on his toes due to his reluctance to destroy his castle, it was more than that. They had been far out of reach from the castle when she was still getting the jump on him. He does not lie to himself, he has no reason to. He was far above the delusions humans told themselves for peace of mind. He would not deny that she had exceeded his expectations. 

He has to admit that her technique was indeed quite marvelous. It was everything a technique should be: powerful, versatile, adaptable. He suspected that she had little training with it, which was unsurprising since she was a female. She might not have needed the amulet in the first place had she been properly instructed. Her unrecognized, untapped potential delighted him. Had she been fully realized as a sorcerer, she would have given him some trouble. He wished she could show him her domain expansion, yet he knew she was not at that skill level. 

It was also not simply her technique itself, it was her manner of fighting. The speed of her moves, the way her body bends and curves as she dodges, the way she lands on her feet as if she were a house cat. Her smoothness in battle was as eloquent as her manner of speech. As reluctant as he was to admit it, he took great joy in her responses to his taunts. 

She hung between his arms as he held her up. Her head hung low as her hair cascaded down. The moonlight illuminated her, creating an outline of her perfect body. Her heaving breathing drew his attention to her breasts, barely concealed by the torn undergarments. He stopped staring at her perfect skin as he began to feel his dick go stiff. 

Confliction stirred deep within him. He knew what was to come next, this was the part where he killed her. It irritated him to no end that he was not feeling the usual excitement for what was normally his favorite part of battle. As much as he longed to know what face she would make if her head were suddenly severed from her neck, he equally longed to continue engaging with her. It went beyond the complexity of her technique, her banter was stimulating to him, and there were seldom any humans who could offer such stimulating conversation. He did not understand why, but in this circumstance, culling such potential seemed like such a waste. 

Yet, he dearly wanted to kill her at the same time. She deserved it as a punishment for her arrogance. She thought she was better than him. He knew it, despite her false acclaim. It angered him knowing that she was raised in a magnificent castle with servants waiting on her hand and foot. He felt that he should show her the treatment a weakling like her really deserves. 

“The village is but a short distance from here, no?” She inhaled sharply, and he smiled wickedly. “Perhaps we should go visit.”

She flinched, but hardly. Her face was brave, but he could hear the delightful sound of her heart pattering against her chest. It stirred something in him.

It did not matter what he usually did, he was the strongest, the king of curses. There was no reason why he should deny himself anything he desired. He realized that she was significantly too calm, too composed for it to end just yet. He longed to see more delicious looks of terror and anguish on her face. After all, he had rightfully taken this castle; why should he not enjoy all of its amenities? 

This was also the perfect punishment for the blatant insolence of both her father and her fiancé. Sukuna did not know if there was an afterlife, but he dearly hoped there was so they could see what happened to their precious female that they failed to protect. He could perfectly imagine their desperate cries of protest as they are unable to overcome the barrier of death.

A twig snapped, the cracking breaking him from his thoughts. He turned to see a small child, a short, pale boy. He could tell that the village was plentiful with food from looking at him. If even the young ones have enough food, this village must be well taken care of. The boy was frozen in place, shaking in fear.

A shriek escaped the woman's lips as she thrashed in his grip. He had not noticed her legs had begun to heal into little stumps that were attempting to kick his stomach. He was amazed she still had enough energy left to heal herself. 

“Stop at once, or the boy dies.” He commanded. She stilled immediately, her eyes now wide with terror. It was such a beautiful expression of fear, her once stoic gaze turned into pleading anguish. He could watch it for hours. 

He whispered into her ear. “You have the opportunity to save this boy. If you agree to never use your technique against me, I will spare him.” 

“You want to make a binding vow with me? What use would you have for a binding vow with a dead woman?” she growled. She had dropped all formal addresses. He was pleased to see she still had plenty of fight left in her. 

“I have been thinking of the proper way to pursue justice for your father’s and your fiancé’s offenses.” His other hand grabbed her chin and made her look him in the eyes. “I have decided that you shall be my new servant for my new castle. You serving the rest of your days at my feet shall be enough to pay the reparations for your kin.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “And the rest of my days will just happen to be as long as you see fit?” 

She was smart enough to not blindly agree to his terms, but that would be fine. He was willing to negotiate. His eyes narrowed at her. “I will spare you as well, should you agree to my terms.” 

It was silent between them as she was debating his terms. He found it almost endearing how she thought she could outsmart him, and grew excited at the prospect of proving her wrong. 

“If you agree to spare me and everyone in the village, you have a deal.” There was a fire in her eyes, determination blazing deep within. 

“Deal.” He growled softly. “I will not take actions that result in the death of you or any villagers here. In return, you shall never use your technique against me.”

He squeezed her already broken wrist, finding satisfaction in the crunch of her bones. She whimpered. “Deal.”

He dropped her to the floor, dust flying around her as she hit the ground. 

You are the daughter of a feudal lord in the Heian era. You come from a prominent family of Jujitsu sorcerers and have inherited your clan's prized technique. When your father is murdered, and your castle is besieged, you are taken as a war prize by the king of curses. There will be no escape.

A/N: This is going to be dark. Sukuna will act like Sukuna. You have been warned. Updates will probably be really slow. I am sick of writing fight scenes. I really want to get to the smut already.

Some Historical Context: In the Heian era, most provinces were controlled by feudal lords from the Fujiwara family. That is why that is the reader's last name. The Kokke's are a small subsection of the Fujiwaras and Akita would be a really small region at the time, so I decided that that is the region they control in this fanfic.

Chapter 2: Insolulence

WC: 4388

Your stride was steady and poised as you made your way across the verandas toward the front of the castle. You tried to focus on the rhythmic sounds of your shoes hitting the wooden floor to distract you from your distressing thoughts. You could not afford to be concerned with them right now. 

Your first meeting with Kaito was several months ago. Your family had been invited to a festival hosted by the Zenin clan, which served as a way to forge new alliances with other sorcerer families. You remembered conversing with a polite, handsome sorcerer who was from a rather new family and was seeking to establish more connections with an older family. He had chased off a drunkard who had been trying to convince you to leave the festival to “have fun with him.” His charming concern for your wishes flattered you. You both talked about your lives all night. The ease of conversation with him made your heart flutter.

Later that night, your father told you that you were engaged. This did not shock you, for you suspected that it was a large reason for your presence at this event. Your father had told you that he saw you two had already met, which gave you hope. That sorcerer you had met earlier was everything you could want in a husband, handsome, strong, and kind. 

When you found out your fiance’s name was Kaito Zenin, you were disappointed, but you remained hopeful. You did not remember being introduced to someone of that name, but you had met countless suitors that night. Perhaps he had slipped your memory. 

When your father brought you to him, you had to clench your jaw to keep it from dropping. It was the drunkard who was trying to get you to sleep with him! He had smiled at you and said something that you were too gobsmacked to pay attention to. Without another word, you bolted away. 

Hours later your father found you crying. He noted that it was unlike you to be so rude. You told him what had occurred a few hours prior, in hopes that he would never marry you off to someone as crude as that. Your father was sympathetic, but firm. He told you that he would give you time to give your answer, but that the world was getting more dangerous and we needed to align with this family. You had accepted his terms, determined to find a way to get out of the agreement. 

You sighed. That was not a successful endeavor. You will be married to Kaito Zenin, and you will have to find a way to be alright with it. You reminded yourself that much better women have been betrothed to much worse men. It was your duty to find peace with it, as a woman of noble blood. 

Although, there was more than just the issue of your impendent marriage to the blood manipulation user. It seemed as though the king of curses grew more powerful every day, and as sorcerers continue to challenge him and are killed, the world is left with a sparse number of defenders against his malice. You planned to address your concerns with Zenin when you saw him. After all, that was the purpose of this whole engagement. 

The cool night air was refreshing as you arrived at the entrance. Kaito Zenin was waiting for you, as the maid had informed. He was tall, adorned in black robes, and his complexion was perfectly pale. His raven hair was long and captured the moonlight’s reflection. His features were handsome, there was no doubt about it. All of the stories you had heard of women disgracing themselves to win his favor made sense. 

He smiled widely when his deep, brown eyes caught yours. “Miss Fujiwara! It is unfortunate that we meet under these circumstances, but the grief scarcely betrays your beauty.” 

You bowed to him, knowing he was not going to pay the reverence in return. “Mr. Zenin, I welcome you to my home.” 

His eyes wandered around. “Yes, it is rather beautiful. It looks as though it would be fit for the home of an associate close to the emperor. I do wonder how your father was able to afford such a living.”

His lack of decorum did not surprise you, but it caused you irritation nonetheless. Who was he to question your father’s finances? Alas, this irritation was nothing more than a reflection of your inner turmoil. He was right to question the manner of the estate, for it is far nicer than what is typical of a lord’s manor.

Many years before you, a woman in your family had a powerful creation technique. While most creation techniques are limited in their ability by their exhaustive drain of cursed energy, she had a large pool of cursed energy that quickly replenished itself. She built this palace throughout her entire lifetime, intending for it to be a gift to all her progeny. It was a way for her to thank the jujitsu sorcerers who sacrificed their lives to keep everyone safe. As a child, you loved this story and assumed that you would be able to spend your whole life in the wonderful home she had laboriously built for her family.

You gave him a polite smile. “I thank you for your most generous compliments.”

He waved his hand at her in a dismissive way. “There is no need to be so formal with me. I am aware of your situation. You have no choice but to marry me now.”

Heat rushed to your face. It felt embarrassing, but he was right. You had no choice. “I appreciate your gracious offer, which I humbly accept. I promise that this new alliance between our families will prove to be fortunate for all jujitsu sorcerers and all people.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “It is really fine. I would be dumb to pass on the opportunity to marry someone so beautiful. I am also most certain that your powerful technique will pass on to one of our many children.”

A shiver ran down your spine. This is the man you will have to perform the marital act with, and you will have to bear him as many children as he desires. 

“Yes, indeed.” You wanted to change the subject before you began to feel sick. “There was something I had wanted to address with you?”

 He hummed. “What is it, honey?”

The pet name made you cringe, but you were careful not to let it show. “As you know, my father was killed in his attempt to eliminate the dreaded king of curses. I wanted to inquire if the Zenin Clan had a strategy in motion for accomplishing what my father could not?”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.” 

His dismissive tone irritated you further. “That was the motive behind this alliance in the first place. I would like to know that his dying wish is being fulfilled.” Your voice was sharper now, but you did not care. It was not like he cared about manners. 

He laughed, and you frowned. Upon seeing your unamused reaction, he sighed. “Don’t be like that, honey. I promise that you don’t need to worry your pretty head about it. My family and I are taking care of it. All you need to do is birth powerful sorcerers, which will be easy if I am the father.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed at his indignation. “You know not my prowess in battle! There are seldom any curses that I cannot defeat. I have endlessly trained to master my technique and have grown to be stronger than most sorcerers I know.”

“Yes, but” His eyelids drooped as he looked at you condescendingly. “I am still stronger than you, no?”

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Internally, you scolded yourself. You should not have said such things to your future husband. Especially because he is most likely stronger than you. While you are sent to eliminate powerful curses in your province, you are a woman. Your brothers are traveling all across Japan, fighting powerful city curses while they train directly under powerful sorcerers. Kaito would have been doing the same thing since he was a child. 

“I apologize,” you paused. “I forgot my place.” Your eyes became glued to the floor in embarrassment. 

His hand patted your head, furthering your humiliation. “It is all good, honey.” 

You looked into his eyes. You bore no particular hatred for him, but you did not enjoy his presence. Unfortunately, this is who you were stuck with, so you were determined to find aspects of him that were not so irksome.

“My brother will be here the day after tomorrow. Will you be staying in the guest rooms here until you can converse with him about wedding plans?” you asked, smiling.

“Yes, I intend to-”

“Miss Fujiwara!” 

The two of you snapped your heads toward the now panting messenger, exhausted from running. 

“Calm yourself! What could cause such urgency that you would interrupt us?” Zenin snapped. 

“My apologies, but it is an emergency!”

“What is the matter?” you questioned.

Panic flooded his eyes and it made you anxious. “The scouts have been murdered. All of them. Split into pieces. It is most definitely the work of the king of curses. We are under attack.”

Your blood ran cold and your skin went pale. This was the worst possible scenario that could have happened. A small part of you wondered what your father could have done to provoke the king of curses to attack your home, but you quickly dismissed that thought from your head. It could very well possibly be a coincidence. 

“We-” you stuttered. “We need to evacuate the village. We need to abandon the castle. There is no time! We have to-”

Your fiancé shushed you suddenly. “It will be fine. We can stand our ground against him. We must stand together and show our strength.”

You were flabbergasted. “You are not serious.”

“Yes, my honey. I believe the two of us can take him. I have never stepped down from a challenger and I will not begin now. No matter how scary his reputation is.” His stance was firm and his eyes were deadly serious. 

You pleaded with him. “This is not the time to be brave! He has killed hundreds of powerful sorcerers! If you stand against him, he will kill you, too. Do not be foolish!” 

He squinted his eyes in annoyance. “You doubt my skills?”

You were silent. There was no time for this. The invader was approaching, and you were determined to do everything in your power to not be in his path.

“You need not worry. It will be okay. Even if I cannot kill him, I will be able to make him run off to the slums he came from.” He smiled at you, meaning to reassure you. It did not. 

“I have no doubt of your skills in battle, but I also have no doubt of his.” 

He frowned. “So you are putting more faith in a disgraced piece of filth than your own fiance?”

You grit your teeth, anxiety turning into anger. He seemed determined to get everyone killed. “You let your pride cloud your judgment.” You responded coldly. 

His arms crossed. “You may try, but I will not let you leave. You will stay here and fight. I am surprised you are so reluctant to prove the skills you were boasting about earlier.” 

Your eyes widened. This man was trying to get you killed, and there was no way around it. He could stop you if he wanted to. Your mind raced as you tried to think of a solution. There was no reasoning with him, any reasonable person would have immediately evacuated. Either you would fight Kaito, and be killed by Sukuna, or team up with Kaito, and be killed by Sukuna. You did not think the situation could get any worse.

“Okay.” you relented. “But please, let me evacuate the villagers. Even if we do defeat him, it is very likely they will be killed in the crossfire.” 

He smiled, eyes bright. “That’s my girl.” 

You waited anxiously for his arrival. Word has been sent to the village, if they do not evacuate this instant, they will be gruesomely slaughtered by the king of curses. You know not everyone will listen, but at least it will give those who do have the senses to leave a fighting chance. 

Kaito was beside you, silent and brooding. Closing your eyes, you tried to control your breathing. You had learned meditation techniques as a part of your training, and right now you were trying to calm your racing mind. You will most likely die in this battle, just as your father did. It was completely beyond your control, he was simply more powerful than you. 

So, you focused on the things you could control. You let the fact that you were guaranteed to die during this inspire you to be brave. You would not be going down without a fight. 

You stared up at the beautiful glow of the full moon, appreciating it for the last time. Since you weren’t trying to defeat him, you were going to try to distract him as long as possible. This was to give the villagers as much time to escape as you could. Since you cannot protect yourself, you shall do what you can to protect them. This was your duty as a jujitsu sorcerer. 

A sudden, dreadful feeling filled your entire being. It was the most malevolent presence you had ever felt, and it suffocated your whole soul. It took all your effort to prevent yourself from shaking. You looked up to see him standing menacingly about thirty paces from the entrance to your castle. Terror flooded your entire body. It was shocking to see how quickly and quietly he could move with how massive he was. His towering height and wide build made you question how he could even be human. You were not even tall enough to clear his pectoral muscles. 

His four dark, ruby eyes intensely surveyed you, which made you question why he would choose to single you out specifically. Surely he had enough perception to realize that Kaito was the stronger one. You wished his stare did not make you shiver. 

His voice was deep, and shockingly refined. Yet, it was filled with malice. “You are hardly as beautiful as rumor would have it.” 

Your head cocked in surprise, shocked by his sudden statement. However, you did not have time to ponder it. You felt a rush of cursed energy, and sharpened blood flew at the king of curses. Kaito was insulted on your behalf. Sukuna dodged effortlessly.

“You wouldn’t recognize beauty if it was staring you in the face.” He spat, preparing to throw more attacks at him. 

The fight quickly escalated. With no response from the king, he launched a flurry of attacks at your fiance. Their techniques were rapidly flying at each other. You tried to look for an opening while your enemy was distracted. 

“The tales of your strength have been greatly exaggerated I see.” He laughed, his long hair flowing behind him. Sukuna charged him, but he evaded. Kaito’s tone then grew serious. “Nothing will prevent your oncoming death.” 

His cursed energy grew immensely in power, it made the air heavy. Your ears started to ring, and your eyes grew wide. This was bad, you were two close to him. Did he realize that you would be caught in the cross fire? It did not matter. You needed to put distance between him right this instant. 

You lunged away but it was too late. The range of his attack was too wide. Focusing, you protected your body with cursed energy from his attack. 

Pain seared through your stomach. When you clamped your hand there, it was warm and wet. Looking down, all you saw was red oozing from your torso. Your head was dizzy and your breathing became shallow. The white hot sensation was unbearable. Your vision went black before you hit the ground.

…

The girl collapsed to the ground, bleeding profusely from her abdomen. One of his slashes had probably cut her in half. Her expensive junihitoe was now stained blood red.

Sukuna hated the emphasis on appearance that other humans so often exaggerated. He despised weaklings who were carried through life merely due to their pleasing exterior. He would not yield to society’s superficial conventions. 

She had stood at the front of her magnificent castle, waiting for him. Uruame reported that the villages were mostly empty, so he knew that they must have been aware of his presence. She could have run but she was here. She chose to stay and fight. He had instantly realized she was with a stronger sorcerer. Had she foolishly believed his strength would save her?

When he stared straight at her, she had met his gaze. He could sense how scared she was, but she gave no indication to it. She had stood her ground, looking directly into his four eyes. In front of her father’s magnificent castle, she stood there looking like any other pompous noble he had met before. For that, he found her face nothing but ordinary. She was too weak to be lovely, and too proud to be fair. 

In the end, she died like a weakling. Her handsome savior had directly caused it. It really was so pathetic to him. He would not have been here if not for her looks, and now the virtue that she thought had saved her ended up being what got her killed. She was nothing more than a pampered little fraud, a silver spoon brat. Her fragile life disgusted him.

Sukuna frowned in disappointment. It truly was a shame. 

A red arrow shot toward him to which he dodged effortlessly. 

“You bastard! You will die for that!” The raven-haired boy spat.

More attacks were launched at him. His opponent had no forethought to his attacks, just firing one powerful move after another. It frustrated him to no end. Normally, it would be a breeze to deal with such a thing. Nobody could ever beat him in a contest of fire power, no one had even half as much stamina as he did.

The issue at hand was that he wanted to live in the castle that was right behind his opponent. He was amazed when he saw it from a distance, and it was even more spectacular up close. It was absolutely massive, with dozens of buildings all connected to the main large building via grand verandas that were composed of intricately carved red wood. The tall walls assured him that he could fit in every room with no issue. The cypress shingles that were ornately secured to the roof made it appear extravagant. Each  It was a home fit for a king.

His curse technique being so absolutely destructive was never a drawback until now. The blood user was too strong to half ass this fight. He needed to get serious. He needed to find a way to draw him away from the castle.

“I am not one to take credit for another’s accomplishments. I did not have an opportunity to attack her until you almost killed her.” He smiled when he saw the other scowl at his response. He hoped to make him as frustrated as he was. His plan was to take care of this guy so he could fight her one-on-one, but one of the slashes he threw hit her by accident. Her ability to evade his slashes prior to that gave him hope for an epic battle, but then this prick made her lose focus. 

The other’s fist flew at his face. He grabbed it and punched his stomach. The sorcerer’s other hand launched a point blank attack at him and used his moment of distraction to break out of his grip. Sukuna healed himself and fired more slashes that he dodged.

“You have killed her! Do you know how long I have been trying to sleep with her? We were engaged! I was gonna have that ass locked down.” His eyes were glaring. “Now, you must die.”

Sukuna’s eyebrow quirked. “It has been a while since I have killed a sorcerer couple. Although, this is the first time one caused the other to be killed.” 

The opposing sorcerer seemed enraged at his remarks. He smirked, this was good. He deserved to feel pathetic for his mistake. He would take his time with this pretty boy.

“You are the type of sorcerer I hate the most.” He declared. “Simpering around, concerned more with your own vanity than your obviously lacking strength.”

His opponent laughed at his statement. “That’s easy to say when you look like you.” 

Sukuna’s brow twitched. He had to be careful not to become too angry and destroy his future house. 

“Let me be blunt.” Zenin paused. “You only hate beautiful people because you are ugly.” 

The boy’s insolence enraged him. “You are so confident about that? You are as stupid as you are overweening.” 

The other man shrugged as he dodged his attack. “If you were as handsome as me, you would behave much in the same way as I do. You are just mad because you are hideous, so you can’t do the things I do.”

Zenin’s brows furrowed together and he paused. “You are just jealous.”

He laughed at the ridiculous statement. “Why on earth would I be jealous of such a weakling?”

“Because you are never, ever going to sleep with someone that hot. No amount of power in the world could make any girl ignore your hideous face.” 

He could feel himself becoming more and more irritated with every word he speaks. This pompous peacock has nothing more than petty insults and thoughtless attacks. 

He growled, and continued his onslaught. Every slash he angled a bit more clockwise, and soon enough they had switched positions. This was it, he could finish him now. 

“They told me you were smart, but don’t think I didn’t realize you were trying to spare the castle. If I don’t get a treasure from this, then you don’t either.” Blood expanded out from his hand as he fired the biggest arrow yet, straight for the castle. 

Without thinking, he immediately slashed his neck. The arrow fell to the ground in a pool of blood as he collapsed to the floor. He exhaled and turned around to assess the damage. His eyes widened in surprise, the castle would need absolutely no repairs. He was certain that he would need to fix it up at least a little bit. This raised a question in his mind. What was that castle really made of?

It truly was as beautiful as Uraume had told him it was. It seemed far too nice for a simple Lord’s home. He would have to investigate it. 

He felt cursed energy behind him, perhaps he did not finish him off like he thought. He turned around and his breath stopped at the sight.

The girl had survived. She was crouched at her now dead fiance’s side. Was she attempting to heal him with cursed energy? If she has mastered reverse curse technique enough to heal herself from a wound like that, then she might have enough mastery to use reverse curse technique to heal other people as well. He must intervene. 

His vision went red, pain erupting from them. His limbs split apart from deep lacerations. He did not even see her prepare to attack. Was this her curse technique? His eyes and limbs were slashed, but it was of a different nature than his slashes. He deeply longed to know how she achieved such a thing. 

When he healed he looked at her. Her junihitoe was discarded, shredded by his technique. Her undergarments were torn too, the kosode barely covering her nipples. Her hakama barely clung to her legs. His fingers clenched as his eyes roamed over the girl. Her modest clothing had concealed her rather erotic body. 

There was no fear in her eyes. She bowed and spoke calmly.  “Your majesty, I am unable to imagine why you seem to know who I am or know of the rumors about me, so I will not question it. I must say, I cannot exaggerate the honor you have bestowed upon us. The tales of your immense strength do no justice to your excellency in combat.”

He scoffed. “Does the coquette think flattery will spare her life?” 

“I would never presume that any words could be strung together that would be able to counter your will, your majesty. I merely meant to comment on the knowledge I have of you as you had done.” Her head remained low, her body still as a statue.

“Then, to what end does your proper reverence hope to achieve?” 

She remained silent for a moment. The wind blew, lifting her clothes and hair up from her body. It gave him a large glimpse of her delicious looking skin. 

“I do not understand your inquiry.” Her voice was nervous. “I am a lord’s daughter, and you are a king.”

His head cocked. Did she mean to imply that she was only doing what was proper? That she was simply displaying good manners? 

“You bow for the wrong reason.” His tone was harsh. “I do not care for your breeding or noble blood. You bow because you are weak, and weaklings should worship the strong.” He stepped forward, closer to her. Her positioning accentuated her figure. “You are nothing more than a porcelain wretch.” 

“Rise.” He commanded her. His heart was racing. He did not know why he felt this excitement in his chest, but he wanted to battle her more than ever. 

She did slowly, and met his eyes directly once more. Her eyes caught the moonlight, and he found no more fear. Only determination. 

“My name is Miss Y/N Kokke Fujiwara. I do not know what has prompted your majesty to attack my home. But, I must do everything in my power to stop you.” 

You are the daughter of a feudal lord in the Heian era. You come from a prominent family of Jujitsu sorcerers and have inherited your clan's prized technique. When your father is murdered, and your castle is besieged, you are taken as a war prize by the king of curses. There will be no escape.

A/N: This is going to be dark. Sukuna will act like Sukuna. You have been warned. Updates will probably be really slow.

Chapter One: Repulsive

WC: 3894

The splatter of blood on his face often inspired reflections on his transformation from a wretched child to a king. Sukuna did not understand why the sensation made him contemplate such things; perhaps, it reminded him of the time he made his first human kill. Perhaps, the savory taste of blood made him feel sentimental. 

Yes, that day, the day of his rebirth. The day he adopted the name Ryomen Sukuna. The day he single-handedly annihilated a horde of jujitsu sorcerers who had dared to rise against him. That was the day he became the king of curses. He utterly despised how the weak gathered in such large quantities, swarming around him like insects. Insolent insects, defying the will of a stronger predator. 

Humans and curses pointlessly clash against the other, each side pathetically scrambling to be on top. They were both blind to the truth, blind to their own weakness. They allowed themselves to depend on their allies, effectively restricting themselves from ever attaining true strength. 

The metallic red dripped from his forehead. In front of him was a trembling girl, staring at him with wide eyes. The cursed energy from her is a small, fluttering wave. She must have only recently started to learn how to utilize cursed energy, so that woman he just bisected must have been her superior.

A buzzing sensation traveled up his arm. He turned his head toward the forest. A more worthy foe resided there. He would handle this quickly. 

The girl began to cry when she saw him turn back. “Please! Don’t kill me! I will do anything!” 

Her desperation-filled eyes made him scrunch his nose in disgust. Her head split in half with the activation of his technique. Her body remained standing for just a moment before collapsing, squelching once it hit the ground. Dark red blood oozed into the grass below her corpse. It irritated him when the weak tried to plead for their lives, as if they had anything to offer him besides that. Why should he be denied one of his greatest joys just so they can continue to live their miserable lives? 

Despite his title, he was still faced with disrespect from almost every human he met. The curses had at least begun to worship him, partially because they know they aren’t strong enough to fight him, partially because they know life is better for them when he is in power. This superficial world only idolized those who were desirable instead of those who were powerful, yet those weaklings only survive by the mercy of the strong. He was considered evil for putting an end to their conceited ways, not that he cared for their opinions. Killing people was a far more suitable way to expose their hypocrisy than any other method of proving his ideals. 

Before he became Sukuna, his life was deplorable. His outward appearance guaranteed that he was treated as a disgrace everywhere he went. He often pondered what his old village would think of him now had he left any survivors. Quickly, he dismissed such thoughts. Humans will never respect him or treat him with the reverence he deserves, the only option is to kill them.

His eyes roamed her body. She was a pretty, young thing. He supposed she might have been able to please him in ways other than her gruesome death. However, her pathetic begging soiled her pleasing figure. He refused to share a bed with someone so weak, which is why his lust will forever go unsatiated.

It was less frustrating dealing with his desires when he was a mere curse user. Most prostitutes vastly preferred a few extra appendages to a fat, greasy pervert. He even recalled one that claimed she found his strength attractive, and he had rather liked that one. It was most unfortunate that a challenger had confronted him right after a session with her, and she was killed by the crossfire of his technique. Such a weakling, but at least she understood her rightful place beneath him.

And yet, now he was a king, the king of all curses. He should be worshipped by everyone, humans and curses alike, because surely no one could compete with his power. Anyone who believed they could was more than free to challenge him. Weaklings should offer themselves to him, letting him decide to do whatever he desires with whomever he chooses. 

A thunderous crashing sound broke his train of thought. A giant bull was charging at him. Shikigami users really got on his nerves sometimes. 

He jumped right before the bull made contact, flying into the air. He launched several slices downward and destroyed the bull. From his spare eye, he could see a flying thing coming toward him through his peripheral vision. With all his strength, he punched it at the center of its face, and it crumbled to dust. 

As he fell back down, he saw five more coming toward him. This shikigami user must have great power to be able to spawn so many from such a distance. He could maintain this for quite a while, however, destroying shikigami quickly becomes boring. His enemy has an impressive cloak for his presence, but he was the king of curses. He could still tell that he was somewhere in the forest.

He jumped up, summoned his fire arrow, and fired it long ways toward the forest. It instantly caught up in flames, each tree acting like a torch for his pyre. He cackled at the sight.

The sorcerer jumped out at him. He was older, with a scrawny white beard. They began hand-to-hand combat, which impressed him. His haggard appearance disguised his strength. Sorcerers with this technique usually stand no chance without their crutches. 

“You are an abomination!” He screamed at him. 

“Who are you to speak to me like that?” His reply was cold, and he punted him to the ground. The elder sorcerer began coughing up blood. 

“I am Lord Hiroto Hokke Fujiwara! I will not bow down to a filthy, disgraceful king!” He spat.

Another Fujiwara, he should have known. Just more humans attempting to convince themselves that they have some semblance of control. He held strong contempt for the aristocracy. He refused to accept a hierarchy that is not based on strength.

“You are noble by birthright. I am noble by conquest. Your accomplishments are no match for mine.” He attempted to slash his face, but it was repelled. The other sorcerer began to laugh.

“Your primitive, savage technique cannot dispel the years of cultivation that went into crafting this cursed tool!” Lord Fujiwara summoned another five shirigami, with one carrying him into the sky.

He caught sight of the shiny blue jewel dangling from his neck. It was peculiar that he didn’t notice it earlier, but he supposed that cursed object was responsible for his powerful camouflage earlier. His interest had now been captured. 

After destroying his puppets once again, the lord began to quickly summon more. Sukuna decimated them as each one formed. This fight was back to where it had begun, and it irritated him to no end. 

“You call yourself a king?” His enemy called from the air as he continued to summon his shikigami. “You are undesirable! You have no lands. You have no sovereignty. You have no castle. You wear rags that don’t fit you!”

His brow twitched in rage. This sorcerer was trying to antagonize him. The disrespect was unfathomable. It is obvious why he does not have clothes that fit perfectly; it only takes the power of two human eyeballs. Who was he to demean him when the little power he had came from a cursed object?

It was unbecoming of him to be so irritated by his mockery. He should pay no mind to the opinions of the weak. His pride will not be diminished by mere insults. The creature across from him could never comprehend his ideals. Paying heed to the words of the weak was beneath him.

Yet, a burning spite flickered in his chest. The feeling that only intensified knowing that it was spurred by someone so pathetic. Strength was the only thing that mattered, so why did the lord’s taunts have such an effect on him? His manner of living held no relevance to his status and the implication that it did infuriated him. The impulse to make the lord suffer for stirring him like this was overwhelming, but vengeance was also beneath him. He hurt others for his pleasure, not for payback. His actions were completely free of the manipulation of weaklings. 

This lord represented the society that Sukuna had spent his life despising, perhaps that is why he had this effect on him. His enemy was an accumulation of everything that fed into his powerful urge to destroy. He supposed his irritation could not be helped, but that was just an excuse he was telling himself. 

There was no doubt that his enemy’s words held merit, as much as he wanted to deny it. He hardly seemed like a king in the traditional sense, but that did not matter. His life was much the same as it was before he earned his new title. Luxury made people soft and it was irrelevant to his desires. He was content with any lifestyle as long as he could continue his path of destruction. 

Indeed he was content, however, did he have to settle for the same life he led before? The idea was foreign to him. Why should he not indulge himself in the pleasures of luxury as he indulges himself in the pleasures of violence? Was his paranoia of becoming soft really powerful enough to deny himself something he desired? Was luxury something he desired? These thoughts suddenly plagued him, seemingly sparked by the lord’s taunts. Yet, for a weakling to affect him in this manner, these ideas must have taken root in his mind long ago. A subconscious doubt of what he previously believed.

He had all the power to control his life, yet he chose to restrict himself from certain things out of pride, but where was the pride in accepting such a lifestyle? This is the question his enemy posed. Certainly, he must put himself above all else, even his own dogma. 

His irritation stemmed from his frustration at his own blindness. If he truly believed himself to be the pinnacle of strength, then why was he content to live in squalor? Did he truly hate society so much as to deny himself the pleasantries of an elevated lifestyle? 

The lord stood across from him, adorned in the finest silk, while he stood dressed in the same robe he had for decades. It did not matter to him, yet it was contradictory to his ideals. It was time for him to stop being complacent with the bare minimum, especially when luxuries were in the possession of such weaklings. The weak were often naturally stupid, they needed help to realize their place in this world. He would clear their confusion by taking from those he deemed undeserving. 

“Anyone who calls himself a lord should be able to defend his castle when challenged.” He taunted, eyes narrowed. “Could you defend your home from me?” 

The sorcerer's fists clenched. “You know not where I live!”

He smirked. “You told me your name, Hiroto Fujiwara.” His hand grabbed his own chin in a mocking thinking gesture. “I think I will seize your castle after I kill you.”

“You bastard!” He shouted, but his protest was cut off when his fist nailed his face. His four fists easily overpowered his two, and he was quickly knocked off. It seemed as though the amulet did not defend against physical attacks. How gratifying.

He pounded his face over and over again. Every crack of bone and painful squeal was music to his ears. 

He was too distracted. A shikigami pounced from behind, allowing the pathetic lord to slip away while he was killing the shikigami. Lord Fujiwara stood and began healing himself with the reverse curse technique. 

“You will never be accepted. Not by anyone. No matter how strong you are, you will always be an usurper wearing the false title of king.” He made a gesture with his hands. "Domain Expansion: -"

The space around them began to bend and warp. Sukuna rolled his eyes. It was all about to end. “I don’t need the approval of sniveling maggots. Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.” He clasped his four hands together in the gesture for his domain, and the enemy's domain was immediately overpowered by his. Lord Fujiwara split into many parts and his amulet was shredded. This was disappointing, as he wanted to inspect it, but such things happen. 

The red glow of his domain washed over him. He relished in the carnal violence of his technique. It brought him great comfort. He glanced down at his bloodstained clothes. 

The domain faded away. It was over. He was suddenly hot, and desperately wanted to bathe. 

“Master Sukuna.” A chillingly calm voice called. 

Uraume had knelt before him. Their stealth had grown to an impressive level. “Uraume, perfect timing as always.”

They rose, but remained silent. His brow quirked. “Is something the matter?”

“That man,” they began. “Should not have spoken to you that way. I wish you had let me deal with him.” 

He shrugged. “Do not concern yourself with the opinions of insects. There is no need to be preoccupied with the pathetic taunts they throw as a desperate attempt to gain some ground.”  

“Yes, master.” 

A comfortable silence fell between them. It was pleasant, Uruame barely felt like a separate entity from himself. They were the only company he ever truly tolerated. He could share his newfound reflections with them.

“Uraume, are you satisfied with our lifestyle?” He slightly regretted his phrasing as soon as he spoke, but Uruame responded.

“I am satisfied serving you however you desire. As long as your preferences are met, then I am pleased.” Their words were uneasy, almost defensive. 

He debated his next words carefully. “Do you think that I live too simply for a king?”

They pondered his question for a moment. “I think that you are the strongest and are therefore entitled to live however you wish. Why do you ask? Do you grow tired of our nomadic life?”

“I just wonder if my current lifestyle is beneath me. I previously thought that luxury was a way for the weak to distract themselves from their own pitiful nature.”

“And, now you feel differently?” They questioned.

He paused. “I think that people hoard resources as a way to emphasize their status. They have no other way of ensuring their importance.”

“But they are ultimately not important. Because they are weak.”

“Yes.” 

“But Master Sukuna, there is no need for you to establish your importance.” Their icy stare met him, irises light blue webbed beneath pale silver. “Certainly there are no resources that could match your strength.”

“I am aware. I assumed others would be as well.”

“So this is about the opinions of others?”

“Nonsense.” He hissed. “I wish for them to realize their place. I begin to think that is impossible despite my strength because of my lifestyle. They are so accustomed to their perspective of the powerful.”

Uraume sighed. “Honestly, I have long believed that you deserve better than this. I know you do not care, but I wish to see you live the life of a king.”

He hummed. They continued. “We can storm the emperor’s palace anytime you wish. Anyone who opposes your ascent would be free to challenge you. Then, there will be no doubt who is the true king.”

He laughed in response. “I have no desire to involve so many non-sorcerers, nor to rule an entire country. It would be a waste of my time to deal with so many weaklings. Besides, I have our next move in mind.”

He sighed and stretched his arms out. “I need you to draw me a bath. Also, find out where the castle of Lord Hiroto Fujiwara is.”

Uruame nodded. “Is that our next siege?”

“Yes. I have a threat to uphold.”

…

The scene before him left him speechless. His ideals were supported by the laws of nature. The strong have dominion over the weak. One’s fate is determined by their power, either death or survival. He always admired pretty landscapes, but this was breathtaking. The mountains they stood in were covered in forests, rivers, hot springs, waterfalls, meadows, and caves. They gazed out into the large valley, where they could see the castle at the base of the mountain, surrounded by a forest. The full moon was perfectly reflected onto the lake.

“What a beautiful view.” He commented.

“Indeed,” they affirmed. “The castle is supposed to be glorious as well. At least, according to the travellers I interrogated.”

“Uraume, I intend to stay here a while. Tell me, what is it like here?”

“This area is controlled by the Fujiwara family and left under the governance of the Hokke subfamily. They are a lesser-known, prestigious sorcerer family with distant ties to the royal family. You defeated the head yesterday. The village is described as pleasant and filled with easy-going people. The land is rich in resources.”

“And the Hokke Fujiwara family?”

“His wife passed long ago. They are very well liked by the villagers. He has five sons and one daughter. Only the girl and three boys are sorcerers. The boys have their father’s technique, but the girl inherited her clan’s prized technique, but there was no information as to what this technique is.”

Their research was always extremely thorough. He pondered the information he was given. “That sounds interesting at least. Any more information about her?”

Uraume paused. “Well, there was one aspect that kept coming up. Many of the reports detailed her beautiful face.”

He snorted. “Really?” 

“They insisted her beauty was equal to the beauty of the land.” 

“How curious.” His hand brushed through his hair. “Typical of humanity to focus on appearances instead of strength. Tonight’s battle will have to be a surprise.” 

Uraume nodded. “Yes, but it hardly matters.” 

“Indeed.” He affirmed. “But it sounds fun regardless. I want to fight the girl. You can handle the village.” 

“Yes, Master Sukuna.” 

…

You gazed out the window toward the bright, starry night sky. It was a beautiful summer night, and the glow of the moon illuminated the grassy fields as the long blades gently swayed in the calm breeze. The marvelous scene before you barely eased your nerves. You longed to hear news of your father’s return. It had been many weeks since he set out to aid in the war against the king of curses. As a feudal lord of this province and head of the Hokke Fujiwara clan, it was your father’s responsibility to eliminate threats to this region. As a jujitsu sorcerer, this extended to the supernatural threats as well.

Your heart sat heavy in your chest. You were dreading the news. As much as you wanted to have faith in your father's strength, you had to be realistic. King Sukuna had killed stronger sorcerers. As soon as your father had announced his plan to team up with other sorcerers to surprise him, you had begun preparing yourself to hear the news of his death.

You let out a sigh. You deeply wished your status as a sorcerer exempted you from your womanly duties. Negotiations had begun a few weeks ago regarding your engagement to a sorcerer called Kaito Zenin. Your father had hoped to align this family with the Zenin clan through this marriage. 

Kaito Zenin’s reputation was well known across jujitsu sorcerers everywhere. He already has bastard children. His habits for gambling, drinking, and visiting prostitutes have caused many scandals for him and his family. And yet, he has the blood manipulation technique. It was the first scandal he caused, at four years old, when he manifested the Kamo clan’s inherited technique. He was the son of a disgraced Kamo woman, you could not even remember what frivolous reason she was expelled for. It was the ultimate embarrassment to their enemy, a blood wielder who bears the name of Zenin. Anything he did was forgivable in the eyes of his clan. 

Duty is something you prioritize. Ever since your technique manifested, you have tirelessly trained to master it. You uphold all your responsibilities to this province, broaden your mind with study in various subjects, maintain good manners, and meet every single expectation of a Lord’s daughter. It is your responsibility, and you recognize the privilege you have over the villagers; it is not something you ever want to take for granted. 

You have always understood that one day you would have to marry and make more sorcerer babies, but you had always assumed that your reputation would match you with a great suitor who understands the same values you do. This was not the case. Your father was desperate to align with the Zenin clan; he thought it was the only chance of defeating the king of curses. The Zenin clan only cared about powerful techniques, and matched you with someone who also has an inherited technique. The constitution of his character did not matter.

“Miss Fujiwara?”

The maid’s call broke your racing thoughts. You quickly stood from your desk and stepped toward her. “Yes, is there any update?”

Her face looked solemn, and your heart dropped. “Miss, unfortunately, the Lord was killed in battle.” 

Your heart cracked. You should have known. You should have realized days ago when there was still no news of his return. Tears slid down your face. Unfortunately, this was the reality for all jujitsu sorcerers. You always knew that he would perish in battle, but it still hurt to hear.

“My deepest apologies, Miss Fujiwara.” Her hand rested on your shoulder. “But I am afraid there is no time for grieving.”

You shook your head and wiped your tears. She was right, your people needed you. “When shall my brother return?” you asked.

“In two days.” 

You nodded. “I shall announce it to the villagers tomorrow morning. Prepare the hall for a funeral that evening. We will grieve as a community, together. Then, when my brother returns, we will celebrate the new Lord Fujiwara.”

She smiled at you. “Your perseverance is inspiring. How I wish you could be Lady Fujiwara.”

You embraced her. “It is not my place. I am certain that my brother will select a great woman to be his wife, and she will be an excellent Lady Fujiwara.” 

Pulling away, you frowned. “Unfortunately, I have no other option than to accept Zenin’s marriage proposal now. It isn’t how I foresaw things going, but it is irrelevant now. It must be done to ensure the goodwill of this family.” 

The maid sighed. “That is also what I need to tell you. Mr. Zenin is here right now. He rushed over as soon as he heard of your father’s death.” 

Your eyes widened. “Oh, how sudden. I guess I will be able to give him the news in person.”