A few months ago, you’d been living a normal life, or as normal as life could be. Ever since you were young, you’d been able to see monsters and things others couldn’t. At first, the monsters would scare you, but as you got older you learned to ignore them. Before you were brought to this place called Jujutsu Tech, the hotel you were staying at was attacked by some of these monsters.

            You’d never seen the creatures try to attack others and never in a group before. As you were trying to get out of the building, a weird group of people calling themselves jujutsu sorcerers came and got rid of the monsters. None of this would have concerned you except it turned out the reason you never had to worry about more than seeing monsters was because they couldn’t see you.

            This caused a stir among the sorcerers and since you had no idea what any of it meant yourself, they decided to take you to a remote location and ‘protect’ you. The private college was in a beautiful area and the scenery was relaxing, but the last thing you wanted was to be stuck in the middle of nowhere while trying to chase your dream of competing in the international Go tournaments. So far you weren’t assigned to any of the courses or whatever the college supposedly taught, so you were left to your own devices more often than not.

            Now, you were stuck in a dorm room, practicing Go problems, and generally being bored out of your mind. The school wouldn’t even provide you with a laptop and internet connection so you could play your games online. At this rate, you’d never grow as a player or continue to build your reputation so that you could be nominated for a tournament spot. To top everything off, whenever you did see someone and ask when they’d let you go, you got vague answers and indefinite timelines. Effectively, you were a prisoner despite their claims otherwise.

            As you lay on your floor pouting and toying with the buttons on the high-necked, black uniform top you’d been given, sounds of life came from down the hall. Some students had been placed in the rooms down from yours and they were a noisy bunch. You could often hear them coming and going through the day, but never had a chance to speak to them. It was midafternoon now and maybe they’d be done with whatever crazy classes this prison of a school taught. Maybe one of them could play Go.

            Excited at the prospect of a game as well as human contact, you hopped up from the floor and booked it out your door. You slid down the hall in your black leggings rather than sprinting down and knocked on one of the doors you’d heard voices from before. Taking a breath to compose yourself and smooth down the black box pleat skirt of the uniform that apparently even teachers were required to wear, you knocked on the door. “Come in.” A cheerful voice called and you slowly opened the door.

            The young man inside the room looked at you curiously and did not expect a stranger to enter. “Are you a new student here too?” He seemed like a decent person and you felt comfortable around him right away. His hair color was unusual and it appeared he had some sort of tattoo under each eye, but you weren’t one to judge. After all, you’d seen some things that were far worse than dyed hair and facial tattoos.

            “Not unless they have some college professor who has yet to introduce themselves.” You shrugged and tried to keep your circumstances to yourself. The uniform you were given certainly said you belonged here, but something in the way you were treated made you feel it was best to keep your circumstances to yourself. “Um, by chance do you play Go?” Not wanting to give him the chance to further inquire you wasted no time in asking him. He shook his head and your disappointment must have shown on your face because he quickly introduced himself and tried asking you some questions about the game.

            After a brief introduction and conversation on what the game of Go was, you learned that the young man, Yuji, was stuck in this place much like you were. One of the monsters, called cursed spirits, was possessing him and he was slated for execution because of this. His story made you question your circumstances more and made you think you might want to find an exit strategy.

            You had a pleasant conversation with Yuji and learned that the curse possessing him was named Sukuna and he lived a thousand years ago. His story about eating mummified fingers was pretty gross and you made sure he knew that. The two of you laughed about things for a bit before it suddenly hit you. A thousand years ago was the peak of the Heian period. In the Heian period, Go was very popular.

            “What about Sukuna? Can he play Go?” Your eyes lit up at the possibility. So what if he was supposed to be some viscous, ancient, monster? They’d never hurt you before and there’d be no reason for one to hurt you over a game. Yuji smiled at your enthusiasm and let you know he had no idea. When you asked if he could talk to Sukuna and find out if he not only played the game but would play a game with you a mouth popped up under one of the young man’s eyes.

            “What do I get if I win?” For a normal person, the sight of an extra mouth talking on someone’s face might be off-putting, but you’d seen far worse. Excitement built in you at the prospect of a game with someone instead of the continuous Go problem-solving you’d been doing. The only problem being you had no idea what a monster possessing a person would want. “Well?”

            The grinning face on the side of Yuji’s cheek was getting impatient. “Um… what do you want?” You’d come to this place with nothing and had nothing to offer the monster, curse, demon, whatever the thing was supposed to be. Silence held in the air for a few minutes before Yuji opened his mouth to speak, but the mouth on the side of his face laughed for a moment.

            “Let’s play your game.” The grin started to fade from Yuji’s face and black tribal tattoos began to appear over his skin. His features shifted from a relaxed expression to one of malevolent power. The presence of the man before you was most certainly this creature called Sukuna. Yuji had explained that Sukuna could take over his body and the shift wasn’t an unappealing sight. You half expected one of the malformed beings you normally saw. Not a normal-looking human with tattoos. The being had the strong presence of someone used to leading and being in power. Perhaps some feudal lord? That would be even better. Feudal lords used Go as a teaching tool and the thought of having a challenging opponent filled you with anticipation.

            Before the monster could change his mind about playing a game, you dashed from the room to get the Go board and stones. You gathered your stuff as quickly as you could and carefully ran back to the room with Sukuna waiting for you. His eyes lazily watched you as you excitedly entered the room and set the board down. In your excitement, you almost forgot that the rules of the game had changed over the last thousand years.

            Instead of teaching the man before you about the new rules and pressing your luck on your ability to get him to play, you decided to adapt your play style to the old rules since the biggest change was the komi that forces the black stone player to be in a handicap on points. With the board set up, Sukuna grabbed a handful of white stones to start the nigiri for who would play which color.

            You pulled out two black stones and Sukuna counted the white stones and came up with an even number. The two of you traded your stone boxes and began the game. The room was silent but for the soft clacking of the stones on the board. As things progressed, you were glad you thought to ask the curse to play you. Sukuna was good, very good at the game. Playing the game with him almost made you feel like you were playing against a well-seasoned feudal lord or general, and the thought made you smile. Then again, you may be just that starved for companionship and a good game.

            Each of you placed stones on the board and as the game progressed forward, you found yourself on the defensive much of the time. Sukuna was a ruthless player. He knew just how to back you into a corner by sacrificing a small set of his deep black stones to capture far more of your pearl-white ones than he sacrificed.

            Several hours passed before you stared at the board in defeat. It was a good game, but the body possessed by a monster had beaten you. Though you lost, you weren’t upset and a smile spread across your lips as you declared yourself the loser. Sukuna grinned when you admitted your defeat. Excited to review the game, you started talking about the nuances of the moves and reviewed what you should have done and why.

            “I’ve decided on my prize.” Sukuna’s authoritative voice broke through your rambling and as you began to look up from the board, you felt yourself pushed back against the floor. Faster than your eyes could follow, he had you on your back with a hand around your throat. You could only just breathe through the constriction and you tried pressing against the being now on top of you. In vain, you tried to speak and struggled against the much stronger man.

            “Now, now. This is what you agreed to.” A smile spread across his face, but there was nothing friendly in that smile. Panic started to grip you as your eyes met the dangerous scarlet eyes of your assailant. You tried desperately to figure out just what you’d agreed to when a hand slid under your shirt and felt along the curves of your sides.

            The hand around your throat prevented you from voicing your protests and as you tried to struggle, Sukuna pressed the weight of his body against yours. Never in your life had a curse monster ever seemed to notice you let alone try to put a hand on you. Unsure of what actions to take or exactly what this situation was, you stopped struggling for a minute.

            Sukuna used this time to rip off your uniform button-up and the undershirt. An attempt at a protest escaped from your lips, the but tattooed man ignored you. His eyes studied your body and his finger traced over your bra. It didn’t seem like he was going to eat you, but you weren’t sure you liked where things were going.  Maybe the reason he was able to interact with you while other curses were not was because he was possessing a human body.

            After a few moments of studying your body, the man pressed against you, grinned, and whispered in your ear. “I’ll just take your body as my prize.” With those words, he bit down hard on your shoulder. The scream you would have voiced was cut off by the hand still gripping your throat. Despite your best efforts to throw him off, the many-eyed man was far too strong for you to push away. All you had wanted was a game of Go to pass the time.

            The pain from the deep bite inflicted on your shoulder lessened and Sukuna tore your bra away. A brief wave of anger washed through you, but your anger was short-lived as the next article of clothing to get torn off was your skirt. Almost fully exposed to the man before you, tears formed at the corner of your eyes in frustration, anger, fear, and embarrassment.

            Sukuna leaned in and callously licked the tears from your cheek as they began to fall. Your reactions seemed to fuel the cruel being and inevitably your underwear was quickly removed like the rest of your clothing. A small defiant part of you wished dearly that he’d remove his hand from your throat so you could send a few choice insults his way along with a good slap. The curse’s eyes never left your body as he drew the fingers of his free hand to his mouth.

            His tattooed tongue ran over them in a more seductive way than you wanted to admit and despite your mix of anger and fear, the lustful look in his eye brought a slight flush to your cheeks and made your breath catch. Seemingly not noticing your slight arousal, the curse used his knee to spread your legs and situated himself between them.

            Any doubts you had about exactly what this man wanted from you vanished as you felt him spread you and press his fingers to your womanhood. He slid his fingers teasingly along your folds before slipping them inside you. The feeling was uncomfortable at first, but your body adjusted much faster than you expected as his experienced movements began to draw warmth from your core.

            Soft moans threatened to leave your mouth as the man’s expert movements brought pleasure to your body that you desperately wanted to deny. You didn’t want this, yet your body was defying you and you bit your lip to keep your voice in. While Sukuna’s fingers worked your body and reached the most sensitive spots within you, his tongue and teeth found their way along your body. Marking it with bites deep enough to draw blood.

            His ministrations continued and your will started to break. It wasn’t long before your reason started slipping from you and your desire began to build. It was like some spell of lust was cast over you. Lewd sounds filled the room as your companion continued working his fingers inside you, toying with your sensitive places, and drawing you into his pace. Your control started to break and a strangled moan escaped from your lips.

Sukuna had three of his fingers inside you, stretching you, but not filling you. Your body moved on its own and your hips rocked and twisted in an attempt to find fulfillment. Tears of shame ran down your cheek. The devilish man pinning you down laughed softly and suddenly the warmth of his body was gone. His fingers were removed from inside you and a whimper escaped your lips as the grip on your throat was also gone. You desperately hoped the curse was done with you.

            Your eyes found their way to the man who’d been on top of you and he tore off the clothing binding his body. The sight of his tattooed, muscular body awoke something in you. It was like a seal within you was finally broken and you began to lose yourself to this thing that was awoken. It drove your desire again and despite everything telling you not to let this happen, you began to desperately want the curse before you. Need him. This thing deep within you was bubbling up with desire for this creature. “Sukuna…” Before you could form the words to beg him to let you go, he was on top of you again and the emptiness left by his fingers was filled with something bigger.

            Sukuna let out a satisfied moan as his member was engulfed in your warmth and you tangled your fingers in the pink locks of his hair. The feeling of his firm body moving against yours as his erection reached deep inside drew a pleasure from your core that you didn’t know you could feel. His lips brushed against your neck before firmly biting down.

            The pain from the bite mixed with pleasure as his hands found their way to your breast. The curse thrust deeply and his hands were everywhere they needed to be to pull out your body’s desire. His movements were experienced and your mind could only think of the pleasure he was giving you. You could feel more than just the heat in your core building. There was a power there. A power-driven by the desire this demonic curse was pulling up from the depths of your being.

            “That’s it little creature of desire. Draw on your power. Give in to it.” His voice purred in your ear like a seductive command. A small corner of your mind registered that he knew something about you the people holding you here didn’t, but that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was his cock thrust deep inside you, his lips and teeth on your body, and the need for you to feel the fruits of your desire.

            After sucking on the bite left on your neck to leave a very pronounced mark, the tattooed man pushed himself up and looked down on you as he thrust harder than before. Each of his muscles flexed with his movements and the sight alone brought you close to your limit. “Suku..na… mn.” You tried to form the words to tell him what you wanted, but he once again closed off your voice with a hand around your neck.

            “Shh. Just be a good little whore.” His voice was both taunting and full of desire. The expression in his eyes was mocking, but all four of his eyes also belied the need in them. His thrusts became frenzied as he sought his release and despite having your voice cut off, several sounds of pleasure still erupted from your lips. Your vision blurred slightly as your airways were restricted and your body cried out for more. Each of his thrusts were pounding and the pleasure they brought were mixed with pain. The effect was delicious and primal. You wanted even more. To feel more of him.

            Seemingly to sense your need, Sukuna gripped your bottom with his free hand and forced your hips into a new position. His claws dug painfully into the soft flesh and his manhood drove into you with more force. Tears of pain welled up in your eyes and the sight drew a cruel grin from the man forcing himself on you.

            His pace was grueling and your body would be sore tomorrow, but the pleasure you felt made the pain worth it. Your body clenched tightly around the curse’s member as your body began to reach its limit. “Not yet my little slut.” His words were some form of a command that caused your body to hover just at that edge of climax.

            Your hips rose with a need to meet each of his thrusts. You clenched your body. Twisted and turned to find that sweet release that your body was screaming for, but something was preventing you from finding your climax. It was like a spell prevented you from reaching the moment you desired. A gate that was shut and you were unable to push through this strange barrier blocking your release.

            Tears of pain and need ran down your cheeks and Sukuna tauntingly licked them up. He savored their flavor with his predatory eyes. You desperately tried to beg for him to let you cum, but the grip he had on your neck prevented all but just enough air into your lungs that you wouldn’t pass out. Your lips moved with the unvoiced words of your plea and your eyes begged him, but the curse only watched as your body burned with an unquenched desire.

            Just as you thought you couldn’t take it anymore; the monster loosened his grip from your neck and you could feel the warmth of his seed spill from his cock. It was like the gate had been opened and your own intense climax came. Your vision darkened as the intensity of your knotted release finally came and a raspy scream of final pleasure ripped through your body.