Disgust covered Yorozu's face. She held a slender hand over her nose and kept fanning, as if trying to disperse the smell of incense. Furrowing her pretty brows, she pushed aside the curtain before her. The next instant, a hulking figure came into view.
"Oh, my Amaterasu! This is unbelievable!!"
The monster everyone else feared held a peculiar appeal in her eyes. Sukuna sat cross-legged on the floor, all four eyes tightly shut, a terrifying aura radiating from him. His head rested on one arm, while the enormous mouth on his abdomen kept panting. Anyone who saw Sukuna would have called him a monster, yet Yorozu found a trace of loneliness on his somewhat mangled face.
"A powerful man like this is exactly what I've been searching for!" Yorozu murmured involuntarily, an unnatural flush crossing her face. Her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at Sukuna before her, every black marking on his body drawing her deeper into fascination. "Th-this must be the man heaven bestowed on me!"
Her feet carried her toward him of their own accord. Every time her bare soles touched the floor, a shudder ran through her body. She trembled uncontrollably from head to toe, excitement pushed to its limit, desire going straight to her head.
"Let me ease your loneliness. Let me be the only woman by your side!"
With that, she draped herself over Sukuna's head, her hands constantly caressing his two faces. Every sensation beneath her fingertips made her body shudder. Her face was so flushed it seemed about to drip, but this was nothing like the embarrassed blush of the cleric at the entrance. This was pure, overwhelming excitement.
"Ah~ My lord god, I can see the loneliness in you. Are you waiting for the woman destined to be yours?" As she spoke, Yorozu wrapped her arms around Sukuna's head and repeatedly kissed his forehead. Her naked body rubbed wildly back and forth against his thick arm. Incoherent murmurs escaped her lips, her eyes grew hazy, and her body trembled even more violently.
Oh, crap, crap, crap. I actually forgot this part of the plot. Isn't this Yorozu, that horny little minx? Feeling the soft flesh against his arm steadily growing warmer, he had no idea what to do.
Sukuna had actually been awake for some time. The instant Yorozu touched his body, he had woken fully, but he had no idea how to face this woman who had loved Sukuna for a thousand years, so he had kept his eyes closed. Now, however, Yorozu was rubbing herself against his arm without stopping-and had even stuck out her tongue to lick his forehead! He had no choice but to open his eyes.
Wow! This woman really does look exactly like the drawings. Who is she trying to seduce, walking around naked like that? Oh, she's probably trying to seduce me. No, wait, she's always naked anyway. Don't look at anything indecent. Don't look at anything indecent!
I'm a proper gentleman. Fuck being a proper gentleman! If I want to look, I'll look openly! A string of little schemes flashed through his mind, while his four eyes kept sneaking glances to the side. He also had to keep Uraume behind him from noticing. This did not fit his persona, after all.
While he was cautiously stealing glances, a slash suddenly skimmed his skin. A white gleam flashed, forcing Yorozu to jump down. Behind him, Uraume glared furiously at the shameless woman. This brazen woman had actually dared to do something so disgusting to their lord. Her saliva still lingered on his face!
"How dare you! Who are you, barging into Yuki without permission and daring to defile a god? Do you wish to die here?"
Anger flashed across that androgynous face as Uraume finished speaking. The katana in her hand hummed, and cursed energy gathered throughout her body, as though she intended to slice the woman before her in half in the next instant.
[Dismantle]
"Oh? So you're the one who's always following..." Before she could finish, a line of blood suddenly burst across her waist. Before she could react, she had collapsed to the floor, blood pouring from her mouth and nose. The wound at her waist had already stained a large patch of the floor red. Only because she had not been completely cut in half did she still have a breath left in her.
"So powerful~" With those last words, she closed her eyes in unwilling resignation, and a vibrant life withered away.
Behind him, Uraume slid her katana back into its sheath and stepped forward to clean up as though nothing had happened. After all, Sukuna loved slaughtering women and children most of all.
Ah, I should just follow the plot for now. At least we'll meet again a thousand years from now. If possible, I'll spare her then. After all, she can still leave me an inheritance when she dies. Having personally cut a life down before him, Sukuna merely let out a long sigh inwardly. He had already absorbed so many memory fragments that, although this was his first real killing, he felt no aversion at all. Instead, he was filled with a feeling he could neither describe nor explain.
The plot has reached this point, but I really know absolutely nothing about what happened a thousand years ago. From here on, I can only take things one step at a time. Hopefully nothing goes terribly wrong. Hiding here for a year would be fine, too. I could avoid those annoying jujutsu sorcerers. If I'd transmigrated a few days later, I might have learned more of the plot. Unfortunately, there's no turning back time. I'm completely in the dark about this storyline from a thousand years ago.
While he was lost in thought, the corpse and bloodstains before him had already been completely cleared away. For Uraume, an ice sorcerer, disposing of corpses was the simplest of tasks. She only had to freeze the body and all the blood on the floor together and toss them outside, where officials would naturally come to clean them up. All she needed to do was keep such things out of Sukuna's sight.
"Uraume, how long was I asleep this time?"
Looking at the floor before him, which seemed as though nothing had happened, he once again acknowledged Uraume's efficiency. Still, he could only give her a mental thumbs-up. After all, I didn't transmigrate into Satoru Gojo. I have to maintain this unpredictable persona that makes no distinction between good and evil, at least until these two years are over. Once I get through this period, I can change my personality a little. After all, it's perfectly normal for someone's personality to change after being sealed for a thousand years.
In two years, I'll be able to fight Satoru Gojo. Just thinking about it is pretty exciting. Let me pin that former idol of mine to the ground and give him a thorough beating. Hahahahaha!
"My lord, two days have passed this time. Would you care to enjoy a meal?"
Even as she spoke, she had already begun moving. She set out the copper pot from before. Over the past two days, quite a few clerics had brought fresh food. No matter how careless they were, they could hardly let a god go out to forage for himself. Otherwise, who knew what he might go out and eat?
Sukuna had eaten people before!
"Mm. You may leave, then. After these two days, you should get some rest. Now that I'm awake, I won't be sleeping again for a while. You can go relax, or head out and find some other delicacies for me."
"Yes, my lord." Without the slightest hesitation, she left Yuki to search for the delicacies hidden in Heian-kyo's corners, though they might not be particularly exceptional.
Uraume could clearly sense the slight change in Sukuna's personality, but Sukuna's temperament had never truly been fixed. Cruelty and bloodlust were merely his hobbies; fickleness was his actual nature. Thus, he never noticed that Sukuna's soul had already been replaced.
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