#Gojo Sukuna

[itsuki-minamy]

“K SIDE: PURPLE”

EXTRA: HOMETOWN SAKE

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Shana

K - Side: Purple (Chapter List)

As long as you have a stick, you can practice anywhere.

Which teacher taught him this? Mishakuji Yukari didn't remember. All he remembers is thinking that it was a wonderful lesson. The times when he forgot the time and swung the stick, and the times when his hands blistered with blood and were crushed. There was also Sayuri's angry expression as she wrapped a bandage around his red palm. He also remembers everyone in the village looking at him with worry, pain, and amusement.

"Ah."

Realizing that, Mishakuji took a half step back with his right foot. Sukuna launched a powerful attack that hit him just a few millimeters from the side of his ear.

"So, Isshin-sensei."

Since a powerful strike requires all of your strength, if you miss, your defeat is certain. To impress that on him, he gave a careful push to Sukuna's solar plexus. Sukuna made an eerie sound and fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

Mishakuji said coldly as he put away the wooden sword.

"Yes. Well, that’s all for today’s practice then."

"Guh...!"

"You can wait until you calm down."

With a flutter, Mishakuji headed towards a nearby vending machine. He bought a roasted green tea and an orange juice, and when he looked back, Sukuna had already stood up.

Sukuna was staring at Mishakuji, a hint of anguish still visible on his face, which has matured a bit more lately. However, as expected, he never expressed his displeasure. He bowed quietly and said,

"Thank you."

Mishakuji laughed and dropped the orange juice. Sukuna caught it and began drinking it while standing.

"The final cut was pretty good."

"It was disastrous."

"Eh? It’s true that the plot was good. What wasn’t good was the editing. It’s harder to pick up on such a crude feint."

"......"

"A lie that can't deceive is like a sword that can't cut. If you're going to do it, do it seriously. If the lie is so serious that even you believe it, the other person will definitely fall for it."

"What's that?"

Sukuna said bitterly, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. Mishakuji shrugged and opened the bottle cap.

Sukuna suddenly asked as they walked side by side along the riverside promenade.

"I see, what was that about earlier?"

Unable to understand the intent of the question, Mishakuji tilted his head. Sukuna asked again.

"You said something about Isshin."

"Ah."

Suddenly, nostalgia tickled the tip of his nose. Mishakuji narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"He was my master."

Sukuna frowned suspiciously.

"Eh? Weren't you a disciple of the "Colorless King"?"

"Ichigen-sama is my second master. Isshin-sensei is my first master."

Isshin Hase was a swordsman who studied the "Miwa Meishin-ryu" and was close friends with Miwa. If he hadn't taught him, Mishakuji would never have become interested in swords or met Miwa Ichigen.

He was also able to delve into the world of supernatural powers.

Isshin shouldn't have been killed by that man.

"......"

"Eh? What’s wrong, Yukari?"

At Sukuna’s question, Mishakuji came to his senses.

That’s happening to him a lot today. Memories of the past interfere with current thinking. Until he started practicing with Sukuna, he had never remembered anything about "Nibangai"...

No.

It was different.

Mishakuji looked around slowly.

There was a park next to the boardwalk. Dirty public toilets, rusty seesaws, and signs whose red lines have faded over time, and where it was "let’s play carefully" has become "let’s play with caution".

It looked familiar.

They didn’t even care about the name of the place they were in. Mishakuji and Sukuna were aimless wanderers, and as long as they could get a bed and a place to practice that day, nothing else mattered.

Then it hit him. Has he ever been to that park?

When he was a child, he saw the same name written on a stone monument many times.

"Yodomiya Daiichi Park."

++++++++++

Sukuna was staring at Mishakuji's back as he walked with the steps of a sleepwalker.

Although he complained at first, slowly his interest began to take over him. He had never seen Mishakuji like this before. He was always calm, but he had never shown himself to be so vulnerable. If he tried hard now, maybe he could win him over. That's what he was thinking.

"So, where are you going, Yukari?"

Sukuna asked the question for the umpteenth time. He expected him to give him a vague answer like "Oh" or "Yes" again, but this time he answered correctly.

"Nibangai..."

"Eh? Where?"

"My hometown."

Sukuna kept his mouth shut.

Mishakuji walked up a long slope. Sukuna followed him silently.

Sukuna knows almost nothing about Mishakuji before he belonged to "Jungle". He knows that he was a member of the former "Colorless King" Miwa’s clan, is the brother of Yatogami Kuro, and has nothing but excellent swordsmanship. However, there is no such thing as a person without a past. He also had parents, a childhood, and a hometown.

He is trying to get there now. Mishakuji’s hometown. What kind of place is it? Does he still have a family? Who are his father, mother, and siblings? What kind of childhood did he have, and why did he decide to leave his hometown?

While he was too busy with the questions and curiosity that arose one after another, Mishakuji’s feet suddenly stopped. After climbing the slope, he stared at the space in front of him and said nothing.

Sukuna stood next to Mishakuji and looked at the same thing as him.

There was a plaza.

An old woman with a dog walks slowly near the large fountain in the center. A man in sportswear gasps for breath on the cobblestone pavement. In the shade of the trees in the green area, families spread out their seats and enjoyed a late picnic lunch.

It's nothing special, there are public squares everywhere.

Sukuna silently looked at Mishakuji who was standing next to him.

Mishakuji was frozen. He stopped even breathing, widened his eyes and stared at the scene in front of him.

Finally, he muttered in a hoarse voice.

"Is this "Nibangai"?"

"Isn't that your hometown?"

Although Sukuna pointed it out, Mishakuji remained stunned. He calmly took a step and looked at the letters carved on the base of the fountain.

It's written like this.

"Nibangai Fountain Square."

Nibangai Fountain Square.

"That's right. This is Nibangai."

"No. That's not true."

Mishakuji's voice that immediately responded contained a tone of urgency.

"There were a lot more shops. Lots of snack bars and bars, crowded, but lively."

Sukuna looked around. He couldn't find any shops, let alone snacks.

"...Yes. Everything's gone. Everything."

Mishakuji muttered softly.

He had never seen Mishukaji like this before. Although he's always relaxed, he rarely gets emotional. For some reason, Mishakuji seemed to be filled with an overwhelming sadness.

He guessed that he realized that. When he slowly shook his head and looked at Sukuna, he had returned to being the usual Mishakuji.

"Sukuna-chan. Let’s go home."

"......"

Sukuna nodded vaguely.

For Sukuna, his hometown and family home were like a prison. He doesn’t have any good feelings about it and doesn’t think he’ll ever go back. However, that’s not necessarily the case for Mishakuji. The sadness on his face may indicate that his hometown, the "Nibangai", was irreplaceable to him.

But it’s nowhere to be found anymore.

Mishakuji started walking. Sukuna followed him. He had no choice but to do so. He doesn’t know anything about "Nibangai" or Mishakuji’s past. There are no words that need to be said.

Just as he was about to leave the plaza, he suddenly heard a voice calling out to him.

"Are you the one who lived in "Nibangai"?"

Mishakuji and Sukuna turned around at the same time.

It was an old woman with a dog. She was wearing a white hat and had a calm expression on her wrinkled face. A small dog was sitting at her feet, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail.

"I’m sorry for calling you so suddenly. But you were looking at the fountain looking rather sad, so I was curious."

"Yes."

Seeing Mishakuji’s short reply, the old woman smiled a little and then looked back at the fountain.

"I’ve lived in Yodomiya all my life. I worked at a bar and had many friends in "Nibangai". They were all very kind. That’s what happened..."

"....."

"Most of it was burned down and everyone was scattered. Many people died. In the end, it was decided that it couldn’t be rebuilt and would be demolished and turned into a plaza. It was unfortunate and sad, but unavoidable."

Mishakuji stepped forward and lined up next to the old woman.

He slowly raised his hand and pointed towards the green space. His half-closed eyes filled with nostalgia.

"My family used to have a small bar in that area."

"May I know the name of the shop?"

"It was called "Hanawarabe."

The old lady's eyes suddenly widened. She reached out her trembling hand and gently grabbed Mishakuji's sleeve.

"Ah. Ah, so. You're Mishakuji-chan, right?"

This time, Mishakuji opened his eyes. He looked at the old lady's face.

The old lady shook her head slowly.

"I've never met you before, but I've often heard about you from my friends. There was a beautiful boy who lived in a shop called "Hanawarabe". Everyone praised him for being quiet and polite, although he didn't seem to fit in with "Nibangai"."

Tears welled up in the old lady's eyes.

"You're alive. I'm glad. I'm so glad..."

Several tears fell from the old lady's face as she gently lowered her head. The little dog looked curiously at its master's face. Without letting go of his sleeve, he stood there, unable to do anything.

There were many things he wanted to ask. However, Sukuna couldn't say anything. Mishakuji's hometown, "Nibangai". There was once an incident where many people lost their lives in that lost place. It had a weight that wouldn't allow others to enter there carelessly.

Finally, the old lady let go of his sleeve and wiped away her tears. She then pointed in a certain direction.

"You see, not all of "Nibangai" has disappeared. There's a shop there that was left over from the fire. It's probably still going on, so if you want, go check it out."

A faint smile appeared on Mishakuji's lips. Bowing, he said softly,

"Thank you. I'll go visit it."

The old lady smiled as well. She held Mishakuji's hands with both hands, closing her eyes for a moment.

"Thank you. It was nice meeting you."

After saying that, she slowly walked away with the small dog.

There was silence for a while. The laughter of the families was so different that it resonated. Sukuna was looking at Mishakuji. His profile was tinged with nostalgia and melancholy.

"What are you doing? Let's go."

When Sukuna said that, Mishakuji looked at him as if he had just woken up from a dream. Feeling a little embarrassed, Sukuna looked away and said,

"It's your hometown, right? I'm a little interested too."

Mishakuji let out a sigh and laughed.

"Yes. Let's go."

++++++++++

Nothing had changed in "Kamitsure".

Of course, that’s not the case. Fifteen years have passed since then. Things are no longer as they were before. The kitchen stove was yellowed by time, the counter was wobbly and tilted, and the kitchen stove was darkened by poison, and the master’s hair was dyed pure white as he spread the newspaper out in front of him.

But nothing has changed.

There were hardly any customers to be seen. There was only an old man sitting at the counter drinking quietly. Mishakuji entered the shop and then looked at Sukuna, who was standing at the entrance.

"If you’re scared, you can wait outside."

"Hey, I’m not scared!"

A frustrated voice shouted in response, drawing the master’s attention. Mishakuji held up two fingers in a very natural gesture, looking at him with a piercing gaze that scared away the tourists who tried to make fun of him.

"Gin and tonic and orange juice."

"Eh?"

The Master looked at Mishakuji's face in disbelief. He blinked two or three times, as if trying to remember something.

However, in the end, the Master never remembered. He folded the newspaper, took out a can of gin and tonic and orange juice from the fridge and placed them on the counter.

"Hey. We only accept cash."

"Thanks."

Mishakuji paid the price at the counter and then picked up the can. He then grabbed three beer crates lying around and used them as makeshift chairs and table. Sukuna said in a surprised tone.

"Oh, hey. Are you okay?"

"Sukuna-chan, it's hard to drink at the counter."

Sukuna looked at Mishakuji with a sullen look, but since it was true, he didn't argue and sat down on the beer crate. While Sukuna opened the bottle cap, Mishakuji opened his can of gin and tonic.

"Cheers, Sukuna-chan."

"Cheers."

They both took a sip from the can at the same time.

While drinking the orange juice, Sukuna looked at Mishakuji, who was drinking a gin and tonic, as if he was looking at something unusual. Seeing that look, Mishakuji tilted his head.

"What?"

"...No. I thought it was unusual. Yukari, you don’t drink that kind of stuff."

After being pointed out, Mishakuji looked back at what he was drinking. It’s a private label he’d never heard of and the packaging makes it clear that it’s cheap sake. It tastes like diluted industrial chemicals. However, Sukuna looked at it with interest and said:

"Is that good?"

Mishakuji laughed a little.

He was about to ask him if she wanted to take a sip, but stopped. That’s not much for his first drink. It will have a negative impact on his future life. Mishakuji shook the can and told him to move it out of the way.

"You’ll understand when you’re older."

"Eh..."

Sukuna made a sound that sounded like he was convinced, but he took a sip of his orange juice. Mishakuji put the gin and tonic into the beer box, looked at the non-working clock and thought to himself.

At that time, Mishakuji was certainly about the same age as Sukuna is now.

Seiya-san. Mit-chan. Taka-san.

He couldn’t even remember their faces anymore.

Strangely, though, he remembered the voices. The voices of Mit-chan ordering around happily, Seiya-san lamenting about being abandoned, and Taka-san comforting him. At that moment, he heard it echoing over the noise of the lively "Kamitsure".

Gin and tonic, beer mug, wine glass.

He wondered what it would taste like if he drank with them.

As he thought about that, Mishakuji touched the can. No matter how many times he tried it, it always tasted awful. After exhaling, Mishakuji leaned against the wall.

"Hey, Sukuna-chan."

"Yes?"

"Hurry up and become an adult. Then you can join me and have some drinks."

Rather, Sukuna looked back at Mishakuji with a serious expression. He looked worried.

"What? Are you drunk already?"

Mishakuji chuckled.

"Maybe so. Master, a blackcurrant orange."

He put down the empty can of gin and tonic and said cheerfully.

[ciaossu-imagines]

For Day 17, I used prompt 6 and number 12 for Sukuna from K Project! I rarely write for the Jungle members, but it’s sometimes fun to step outside my comfort zone. This is a very small post, for a small boy, but I hope it feels in character for him and that you guys enjoy!

Do you prefer Marvel or DC?

Sukuna does actually enjoy both Marvel and DC comics. He can see the positive things about both companies and has favourite characters from both.

However, I see him preferring DC comics overall. While Marvel has the better heroes, Sukuna really does find the villains more interesting and fun to read about and DC has some of the best villains out there.

His favourite DC villain? It’s a tie between the Joker and Scarecrow. Overall, Batman’s villain gallery really makes him happy, and he cheers for them more than he does for Batman himself, though Sukuna will admit that he’d happily live in the Batcave any day.

I think he really enjoys the Batman movies, both animated and live action. He doesn’t much like the rest of the DC live action movies though, except for Suicide Squad, which is fun to watch, but not one of his all-time favourite movies or anything.

Marvel’s Cinematic Universe though? That he’s really into, way more than he enjoys the comics.

He loves The Guardians of the Galaxy, especially Groot and Rocket. He’s also a huge Loki fan and definitely watches the Loki television experience.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Fushimi-Sukuna gaming buddies but now Yata joins in. Yata and Sukuna don't get along which is troublesome. Fushimi leaves for to grab some food and the other two are alone to talk. Yata says Sukuna probably didn't have friends with his attitude and Sukuna replies he doesn't need friends as the only one he had back then was a fake. Yata could relate to that and decide to give the kid a chance and sees Sukuna isn't so bad either. No one admits to being friends but that's kinda what they are now.

All three of them being good friends and constantly yelling ‘We’re not friends!’ when anyone asks XD Maybe Yata starts gaming with Fushimi and Sukuna initially out of a bit of protectiveness and suspicion, like he learns that Fushimi and Sukuna are gaming together and part of him can’t believe that the little brat from jungle could be Fushimi’s friend (‘he’s not,’ Fushimi protests, and Yata sighs). Yata’s kinda worried that maybe Sukuna is trying to pull something, like yeah Saruhiko’s smart and would probably know if he was being tricked but you never know and anyway Fushimi’s not good with emotions so maybe he wouldn’t notice if he was being tricked into friendship. Fushimi doesn’t mind letting Yata join, more players means less grind, though Sukuna’s not very happy about that loudmouth from Homra joining. When they start playing together it’s definitely Yata and Sukuna both vying for Fushimi’s attention while arguing with each other and meanwhile Fushimi would just like to play his game thanks. 

During one campaign Fushimi has to step out for a bit to run to the convenience store because he’s out of unhealthy snacks. They’re in the middle of the game so Yata and Sukuna are left on their own while Fushimi’s gone and of course they’re immediately making snarky comments towards each other. Yata says he just doesn’t trust that Sukuna’s not toying with Fushimi and making Fushimi think they’re friends, Sukuna says they aren’t friends and anyway Yata’s just mad because with his attitude he probably doesn’t have any friends at all. Yata says Sukuna’s the one who only has Saruhiko to play the game with and he probably never had any friends in school. Sukuna gets sulky and says he didn’t need school friends, the only guy who he thought was his friend was just a fake all along, only pretending to like him.

Yata’s about to make a snide comment back but that makes him pause and he finds himself admitting that he knows what that’s like. Sukuna grumbles that he doesn’t and Yata’s like I mean it might not be the same thing but I used to have some guys who I thought liked me but they were really making fun of me all that time, I didn’t have a real friend until I met Saruhiko. Sukuna says he didn’t have a real friend until he met Nagare and that’s when it kinda clicks for Yata that even if they were enemies jungle still had the same feelings towards their King that he had for Mikoto and Anna. Fushimi comes back right at that moment and they get back to the game, he notices that Yata’s suddenly become less confrontational towards Sukuna but doesn’t comment on it. After this they start playing together as a group pretty often and even if no one admits to it Yata at least thinks maybe it isn’t so bad giving Sukuna real friends for once. 

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Sirens

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he's just so, so fucking big compared to his love

guess he gotta prep you nicely for both of his cocks

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"would you take it all?"

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"relax and let daddy take care of all your needs"

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he loves showing you off to the camera so much

little things he likes to send you when he's away ♡

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⋆ 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 o-o

⋆ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 °v°

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘺 <3

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 ^-^

⋆ 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 ＞-＜

◈ NANAMI KENTO

⋆ 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 >-<

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 *~*

⋆ 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 ~v~

⋆ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^-^

⋆ 𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘨𝘨 O-O

⋆ 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 -V-

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 '-'

◈ GETO SUGURU

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘺 ^-^

⋆ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 >~<

⋆ 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 ��𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^o^

⋆ 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 ^~^

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ����𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 O-O

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 *v*

⋆ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 u-u

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 u~u

⋆ 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹 ~o~

⋆ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 "v"

◈ RYOMEN SUKUNA

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘪 o~o

⋆ 𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 ＞~＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 O~O

⋆ 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 2 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴 ~w~

⋆ 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 ^-^

◈ SHIU KONG

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 O-o

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 '~'

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 ^~^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 ~o~

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ~v~

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ^~^

⋆ 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 <3

⋆ 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 o-o

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵 <3

◈ HIGURUMA HIROMI

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 O-O

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴 ^o^

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 *V*

⋆ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^-^

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 o~o

⋆ 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱 ^~^

⋆ 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 v-v

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 ~v~

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 ^~^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 vov

◈ CHOSO KAMO

⋆ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 ^0^

⋆ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 v-v

⋆ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 o~o

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 v0v

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 ^~^

⋆ 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 owo

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 v~v

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part 2

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[itsuki-minamy]

"K - RETURN OF KINGS" (Novel)

CHAPTER 3: RETURN

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

The first thing that caught his eye when he opened the fusuma was Mishakuji lounging on the couch and relaxing.

"Oh, Sukuna-chan. Welcome back."

"Kuwa! Welcome! Welcome!"

Gracefully filing his nails, Mishakuji glanced at Sukuna out of the corner of his eye. Sitting on the back of the couch, Kotosaka spread his wings and rejoiced at his return. Beyond that, Iwafune was vacuuming with a beer in hand, and in the kitchen, in the back, was steaming a hot pot.

Sukuna let out a small sigh when he saw the scene just before dinner at some house. Even if he said that this is the hideout of "Jungle", a supernatural group that is causing a stir in the world, few people would believe it. Sukuna himself once suspected that it was some kind of camouflage due to over-familiarity.

However, it is an undeniable fact that this "secret base" is their base of operations. Sukuna sat on the tatami and turned his gaze to Mishakuji who was lying on the couch.

"Even though people have been working, you are calm."

Mishakuji just snorted and didn't reply. Well, it's true that the mission Sukuna was involved in until now was only for Sukuna. Mishakuji had nothing to do with it, so whether he brushed his nails or took a bath, he was up to Mishakuji.

But apart from that, he was annoyed by Mishakuji's aristocratic attitude.

With a childish competitive spirit, though he didn't realize it himself, Sukuna puffed out his chest and appealed to his achievements.

"While Mishakuji was taking it easy, I did a great job! The "Homura" guys danced exactly as I expected, and I was able to bring out the guys in blue. After all, the more clans that participate in the game, more colorful it will be."

However, Mishakuji paid Sukuna no mind and smiled at the finish on his fingernails.

"Yes, it's beautiful."

"Hey! Are you listening, Mishakuji?"

As Sukuna threw a tantrum, Mishakuji finally smiled at him.

"I'm listening. If "Homura" goes into a rage, the number of people "Scepter 4" can devote to suppressing the incident will increase dramatically. Involving "Homura" was an interesting choice, wasn't it? The method of using the dead as reserve is not very beautiful."

Sukuna turned around at the stinging last word.

"I don't care about aesthetics like you do. Thanks to that, I also saw the blue and red swords of Damocles. On the blue sword, the wound is wider than when I saw it before."

A broken sword of Damocles. What it shows is the fact that the charge of regicide haunts the Blue King Reisi Munakata.

After all, this game is a fight for the King. Just like shogi and chess. No matter how much other pieces are sacrificed, in the end the team that defeats the "King" wins. The fall of Munakata, who had taken over the previous "Red King", was close, and Sukuna's current goal was to hasten it further.

Mishakuji nodded and narrowed his eyes.

"It's going well. By the way, how was Kuro-chan?"

Kuro? Sukuna finally remembered after tilting his head.

"Ah, Yatogami Kuro. He didn't seem as strong as you said. Is he really your brother?"

Mishakuji Yukari is one of the few strong people that Sukuna recognizes as superior to him. Since he was the younger brother, he was planning to find out how much strength he possessed, but he was mostly just running around and not doing much. If all he could do is defeat a small item like "Emerald", it was a good place to be disappointed.

Mishakuji shrugged at Sukuna's exasperated face.

"He's not my real little brother, you know? It's just that we were under the same master, Ichigen Miwa."

"Yukari, training brother!"

"That's right. Kotosaka-chan is better at remembering things."

Pointing his manicured fingernails at him, Kotosaka rubbed his head comfortably against the tips of his fingers. Sukuna looked at him with a confused face.

"That boy is growing interestingly. That was enough to stick a sword into me. Even if it's Sukuna-chan, how would you feel if you dealt with that boy?"

Sukuna stuck out his tongue at the provocative way of saying it.

"It doesn't matter. I don't have time to hunt down guys who don't even give me points, and if he comes up against me, I'll just crush him."

Before Sukuna, Yatogami Kuro had a low priority. Despite his rarity as a member of the Silver Clan, removing him is not currently in the cards. What was necessary was to "torture" him, and it was fine to leave such trivial matters to the lesser members of the clan.

Besides...

Iwafune stopped vacuuming and gave Sukuna a reproachful look.

"Anyway, did you buy the detergent I asked for earlier?"

Sukuna was exhausted, but still he pushed the store bag he had bought towards Iwafune.

"I'm busy too, so it's boring, don't ask me to run an errand! I bought it!"

"Okay, I can't go out right now. Guess I'll have to get someone outside to buy it for me."

Iwafune looked into the plastic bag as he said something that sounded like a scolding, frowning.

"Oh, you have to buy the one with fabric softener!"

"Softener! Softener!"

Kotosaka roared as he flew through the air. Sukuna tried to hit Kotosaka with a clenched fist, even though he knew he couldn't reach him.

"Don't worry, dammit! It doesn't matter, Iwa-san, you're always piling up clothes, but are you so picky about detergent?"

"I'm not hoarding it, I'm just waiting for the right time to wash it. The proof is that you wash your pants relatively often."

Iwafune took a sip of his beer as he shrugged. Sukuna became more and more annoyed seeing him as a useless househusband or elderly pimp. With a big sigh, Sukuna picked up the portable game machine that was sitting on the dining room table.

"More than that, I want to do something new soon. I'm tired of just giving missions to people under me."

Mishakuji agreed and applied a base coat to his manicured nails.

"Well, it certainly lacks glamour. It's frustrating that the "Silver King" is still missing."

"The "Silver King", is he really alive? I mean, even if he was alive, he would have escaped to heaven for about 70 years. He's good at running away."

At that moment, a voice echoed from the back of the room.

"But he came down to earth a year ago. He came down."

The wheels turned silently, pulling the owner of the voice out of the darkness.

He is strapped in a straitjacket and can't even move without using a state-of-the-art wheelchair. His appearance is reminiscent of a sick man on the verge of death, or a delinquent trapped in the dark underworld.

But Sukuna said no. Everyone recognizes the "Jungle" clansman on the spot.

Even on the verge of death, his thoughts are freer than any human being.

Even if he was pushed into the dark underworld, he knew that his thoughts were bigger than any "King".

The Fifth King, the "Green King" Hisui Nagare, slowly looked at everyone.

"I want to meet the "Silver King". He, the first "King" who discovered the mystery of the "Slate"."

Sukuna noticed the warmth hidden deep within those eyes. Nagare possesses a machine-like logical way of thinking, but at the same time, he has a passion that is stronger than anyone else. Otherwise, the dream of creating a new world would be a joke.

Nagare's will is now directed at the "Silver King". There was something about it that made him think about it. Sukuna is the highest ranker in "Jungle". If Nagare so wished, he intended to fulfill that wish with all his might.

As he lay on the couch, Mishakuji said in amazement.

"The opponent is an unchanging "King". Although he has the worst compatibility with Nagare-chan, the "King" of Alteration. He might be our biggest obstacle, you know?"

"It's useless to say it. You know if this guy says it, he won't listen."

Iwafune's voice was mixed with the sound of a wry smile towards a boy who had no sense of hearing. Mishakuji got up from the couch and gently shook his head.

"Well, Nagare-chan should do whatever he wants. I just want to see if the new world Nagare-chan creates will be beautiful."

That's right, Sukuna thought.

"Jungle" is, after all, a gathering of such people. A clan of those who seek new worlds and possibilities. If there is a horizon they want, they will open any obstacle. If you don't have that kind of value, you don't have the right to belong to "Jungle".

"If it's a game that Nagare plays, of course I'll play it. Because we, the green clan "Jungle", are the players of the game created by Nagare!"

Sukuna declared that with a smile, and Nagare nodded slightly. Suddenly, several windows appeared in the air of the "secret base".

"This is...?"

What was projected there was a group of people that even Sukuna knew well. Reisi Munakata, Anna Kushina, Seri Awashima, and Izumo Kusanagi are the main figures of the clan against which "Jungle" is hostile.

Nagare slowly moved in front of two of them, the images of Yatogami Kuro and Neko.

Iwafune asked as he drank beer.

"They are the vassals of the "Silver King" that you are obsessed with. Are you curious?"

"Yes. I'm curious about them."

When Nagare blinked, the holographic image changed in response. The scene where Reisi Munakata and Anna Kushina were having a conversation. It was probably a video from the final phase of Mission 2086, when the "Jungle" clansmen were destroyed by "Homura" and "Scepter 4".

"Silver Clan members entered and exited the headquarters of "Blue King" Reisi Munakata and "Red Queen" Anna Kushina. This is a situation we need to be a bit concerned about."

"Are these guys going in and out of the red and blue because the "Silver King" is pulling the strings behind the scenes?"

Nagare narrowed his eyes as if he were sinking into silent thought.

"It is unlikely that the "Silver King" is contacting them while evading our surveillance. However, the possibility cannot be ruled out. Since we do not know the whereabouts of the "Silver King", we must consider that he has a means of communication that we do not recognize."

"Aren't you thinking too much?"

"Yes. Maybe I'm overthinking it. But I have to do what I can."

Nagare's gaze unintentionally turned to Mishakuji. Mishakuji smiled charmingly and spread his arms wide like a stage actor.

"Flower buds are beautiful. But buds that drop before opening are even more beautiful."

Pulling the sword from his waist along with the scabbard, Mishakuji let out a sonorous voice.

"Is that so? Iwa-san, Nagare-chan?"

"What are you saying?"

In contrast to the stunned Iwafune, Nagare nodded in agreement.

"That's right. No matter what the possibility is, if you pluck the cocoon, it will still be a possibility."

After a pause, Nagare uttered those words.

"Mishakuji. It's a mission. Please remove them from the game board."

For a short time, the "secret base" was filled with silence.

The elimination of Yatogami Kuro and Neko. The removal of two people who could lead to the absent King, Adolf K. Weismann, who "Jungle" mistrusts the most at this time. It means that the game will go to a different stage than what they were doing.

Faced with that fact, the J-Ranks showed their respective reactions. Gojou Sukuna was seething with excitement and Iwafune Tenkei was a bit worried.

And Mishakuji Yukari was...

"I can't believe I can continue from that moment so quickly."

There was a contradictory echo in his voice. A slight sadness and much more joy and anticipation. He put the hilt of the sword on his shoulder and muttered a bit.

"I wonder if this is also fate."

Of course, Sukuna didn't know about Mishakuji's sentimentality. He didn't know if he was a junior brother or a junior disciple, but if it was a mission, there was no need to stop anywhere.

"If you're going to get rid of Yatogami Kuro, so am I. Mishakuji and I have different opinions on whether he's strong or weak. I'll make it clear in black and white here!"

At Sukuna's triumphant declaration, Iwafune replied, "Oh!".

"Are you going to put it in black and white?! You're a brat, but you say cute things, Sukuna!"

Sukuna didn't even try to hide his disgusted face from him and spat it out.

"I hate Iwa-san to death."

"What the hell, I'm praising you so don't be embarrassed. Just be honest and say you're happy!"

Iwafune took a sip of his beer again, laughing out loud. Sukuna stood up with a cane in hand as he no longer had a problem dealing with him.

"So, let's go pick the sprouts, Sukuna-chan?"

"Ah!"

Then, when Mishakuji put his hand on the fusuma, Nagare suddenly muttered.

"I forgot to say. Mishakuji. You can kill Yatogami Kuro, but please bring Ameno Miyabi back alive."

Sukuna tilted his head at the unfamiliar name, but immediately remembered it.

Ameno Miyabi. If he remembered correctly, it must have been the real name of the girl called Neko.

"I don't care, but may I ask why?"

Mishakuji asked over his shoulder, and Nagare spoke matter-of-factly.

"Because she is my compatriot."

It was also an unknown word.

No, he never heard the word "compatriot" come out of Nagare's mouth. Those words, which were neither comrades nor friends, seemed to represent a side of Nagare that Sukuna didn't know.

But Mishakuji seemed to have a clue.

"Compatriot, I see. Understood, My Lord."

After responding lightly, Mishakuji left the "secret base". Sukuna walked out as if he was chasing him.

Cool, humid air caressed Sukuna's cheeks.

The "secret base" exists in an abandoned underground water storage facility. The spectacle of huge pillars lined up in the dark is like an underground temple.

Sukuna asked as he walked between the pillars.

"Hey, what did you mean earlier?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't be silly. Ameno Miyabi is that Neko person, right? Why is she a compatriot of Nagare's?"

Mishakuji looked at Sukuna with sidelong glances.

"Come on? Why do you think?"

Just from that look, Sukuna understood that Mishakuji had no intention of answering directly.

"That's enough."

With his lips pouting in frustration, Sukuna pondered.

Ameno Miyabi. The girl named Neko.

Originally, she was supposed to be a Strain girl. She is good at hallucinating, blinding, faking memories, etc. She's quite a troublesome ability, but he didn't perceive her as a threat because the person in question was stupid.

Why was she a compatriot of Nagare?

She is not a "King". She's not like she has a history of being in "Jungle" before. In the first place, he didn't think that any of them were the existence that Nagare called "compatriots". Killing the "King" and cutting down the Clansman, he could do without hesitation.

Does it mean that Ameno Miyabi is a special existence for Nagare?

More than a "King", more than "Jungle", more than themselves?

"...It's stupid. Stop it."

Muttering so, Sukuna gave up on the idea.

There was no way he could come up with an answer just thinking through everything himself. Although Mishakuji and Iwa-san knew the true identity, it was annoying to ask them for an answer. Sukuna decided to focus on the mission, assuming that if anything happened, he would tell her.

While fiddling with his PDA, Sukuna said quietly.

"Yukari. Can I decide the mission outline?"

"At your discretion."

Mishakuji's answer was simple. Despite being a J-Rank, Mishakuji doesn't really want to do things like create and launch quests. He prefers to take things into his own hands.

It was in contrast to Sukuna's method. Sukuna uses everything that is available and often entrusts the complicated but important functions of reconnaissance and finding enemies to the lower ranks. He also knows how to manipulate them at will.

"Ordered by the J-Rank authority. Mission 3921, activate."

"Voiceprint authentication confirmed. Mission 3921 with J-Rank authority, activated."

Jumpy's wings glowed green. The electronic information that Sukuna had just created turned into innumerable lights and was sucked into the darkness above him.

"Jungle" extends its roots from underground to the ground. They will soon discover that the kingdom they must defend is already entrenched in its roots.

The mission setting is Ashinaka Academy. It is the home of the Silver Clan.

++++++++++

There was pure white rice in front of her.

There a red marble was placed on a small cushion. It's a marble that reflects Shiro, and it's highly prized (that's what Neko thinks for herself), so it would be perfect as an offering.

Neko said kindly as she clasped her hands together.

"Shiro. Wagahai is fine. Don't worry."

Then, as if to finish the meal, she made a sound with her chopsticks and a cup of tea.

With that, she was sure that she wouldn't have to worry about making Shiro, who was somewhere far away in the sky, hungry. She was happy until Kuro, who was sitting at the same table as her, let out an angry voice.

"Stop! It's not even auspicious!"

Neko flinched, but she still objected disapprovingly.

"Because I want to feed Shiro too!"

"I don't mind that, but you should finish your food first."

"Uh..."

"Come on, put it away right away. I won't be able to put another plate on."

Reluctantly, Neko put away the cushion and the marble that she had prepared. Kuro quickly put the plates there. White rice, miso soup and grilled horse mackerel were served with grated daikon radish. Seeing that, Neko's stomach groaned "Kyurururu...". Of course she was worried about Shiro being somewhere, but other than that, she was hungry and the fish looked delicious.

"Itadakimasu."

At the same time, they put their hands together and began to eat.

"Now that I think about it, this room also has a lot more stuff."

As he loosened the horse mackerel with the tips of his chopsticks, Kuro suddenly said such a thing. Neko raised her head and looked around the room.

It was certainly as Kuro said. Maneki-neko, Japanese umbrellas, temari balls, even tanuki figurines and totem poles, the room is cluttered with clutter. At first, Kuro was diligently tidying up, but when the large number of things that came up exceeded the storage limit, he gave up everything.

"While he was looking for Shiro here and there, he somehow brought it back."

"This room is used as a base to search for Shiro. But where the hell is he wandering...?"

To Kuro who was muttering, Neko picked up the fish bone and said:

"I don't know, but I think he's unexpectedly close."

"Why do you think that?"

"Somehow I know!"

He said that innocently and she bit into the bones of the fish.

Kuro looked at her in astonishment, but before long he closed his eyes in silence and, as if he was impressed, he said…

"You don't need reasons, do you? I think that's what it means to believe."

Neko stared at Kuro.

Why did he take it for granted? Motives and bases, that kind of thing doesn't make sense. That's what she thinks. Neko has always lived like this.

Because...

Because?

"......?"

"Neko? What happened?"

Kuro called out to Neko who was staring at the sky. Raising her voice, "Uh...", Neko looked at Kuro in surprise.

"What?"

"No, it looks like you were thinking about something. Is there something bothering you?"

"......"

Neko's blue and gold eyes pointed at Kuro.

But she hadn't seen Kuro. The worried expression on his face, the messy room full of things, and the favorite fish on the table were not reflected in Neko's eyes.

At that moment, she almost remembered something.

She didn't know what memory it was.

However, only a vague feeling of dread remained within Neko. It was like looking into a deep, bottomless hole. It was as if she suddenly heard a voice calling her name from inside the hole. That's how it felt.

"Neko?"

Kuro's expression took on a serious look, and his hand reached out and grabbed Neko's shoulder. With a soft shake, Neko blinked as if she had just woken up.

"Hey. Are you sure you're okay?"

"...Yes, hey! It's nothing!"

Especially brightly, Neko said that.

She didn't think to tell Kuro about the sensations she had just learned. It wasn't because she thought Kuro couldn't understand. It was because Neko wanted to get away from that fact.

All her life, Neko has lived according to how she feels. She has been running away from things that she doesn't like or that she fears. If she can't escape, she pretends not to see him. If she does that, one day it might disappear, even if it's something inside of her.

So Neko did.

"Kurosuke, another serving! Wagahai wants to eat more rice!"

"...Oh, yes. I understand."

Although he was confused, Kuro accepted Neko's bowl. As he served the food, Neko smiled more than necessary.

++++++++++

Send 01: "Report target position", is activated.

Shipment 01: "Target Position Report", completed. Adds 5 "Jungle" points.

Send 02: "Report target position", is activated.

Shipment 02: "Target Position Report", completed. Adds 5 "Jungle" points.

Notification: Guys, too many reports! The EX1 send "Report target position" will be triggered every 5 minutes from now, but it is first come first served.

Send 03: "Issuing a guest pass for Ashinaka Academy", is activated.

Shipment 03: "Issuing a guest pass for Ashinaka Academy", completed. Adds 5 "Jungle" points.

Warning: We are almost at Gakuenjima. We have prepared a lot of missions, so you can earn as many points as you want. Stay tuned!

++++++++++

"Geez..."

Yata let out a tired voice as he entered the HOMRA bar.

He went directly to the stool at the counter and sat down. Kusanagi, who was behind the counter, only looked at Yata and then quickly looked back at the PDA in his hand. The behavior bothered him a bit, but he had to report it anyway.

"I kicked out all the green guys that got into Shizume. They look like cockroaches."

When he said that with a sigh, Kusanagi gave a small laugh.

"Even if it's Yata-chan, it's impossible for everyone. One of the characteristics of green guys is that you don't know where they hide."

"I know! That's what makes me mad!"

"Well, thanks for your hard work. You should rest for a while."

Even as he said that, Kusanagi didn't let go of his PDA control. As expected, he suspected and scream.

"What are you doing?"

Kusanagi smiled and showed Yata a PDA. The bright green rear screen and the characters that floated in the center are from "Jungle".

Suddenly, blood boiled through his entire body. Suoh and Totsuka, the memory of when his two dear friends were desecrated, suddenly revived, and Yata involuntarily raised his head.

"Kusanagi-san, that's all!"

"Calm down. I know what you mean."

Kusanagi's voice was calm, but his eyes weren't smiling. Yata took a deep breath, exhaled, and sat back down on the stool.

Kusanagi is like him, no, Kusanagi has been with those two the longest. That anger might even surpass Yata's. Kusanagi is probably looking for a way to defeat "Jungle" with his head, just like Yata hits the "Jungle" members hard.

While manipulating the PDA, Kusanagi spoke in his usual tone.

"If you know him and you know yourself, you won't be able to fight a hundred battles, okay? I was curious about how "Jungle" works, so I explored with a disposable PDA. Then I came across this."

A familiar face was projected into the air from the PDA. That is to say...

"What is this?! My picture!"

Yata felt an uneasy feeling when he saw the photo of his face and the letters "Yata Misaki 3000JP" flickering below him, as if he had been secretly photographed somewhere.

"In short, that's the bounty on your head. If I can kill you, I get bonus points. So if you accumulate those points, your rank in the clan will go up."

"I see."

Yata was satisfied with Kusanagi's explanation.

Now that he thought about it, he remembered that the guys who were ambushing them in that building also dropped strange numbers. It must have been a strategy to get a large amount of prize money by bringing "Homura" and "Scepter 4" together. However, it was the other side that was everywhere.

"So it's a reward? Well, that's why they're afraid of this Yatagarasu-sama, isn't it?"

On second thought, it wasn't bad either. He didn't know how many points 3000JP was, but being the target with a photo of his face was probably a big threat to them. If his existence becomes a nuisance to "Jungle", it would be better than that.

Then, Kusanagi turned the PDA around again.

"Yata-chan, Yata-chan."

"Eh?"

"Look here."

What was projected there was a familiar face and the letters "Fushimi Saruhiko 4000JP" blinking below.

The blood boiled again and Yata hit the counter with his fist and stood up.

"Eh? What a joke! Why do they give more reward for the monkey?!"

"We'll be evenly matched in strength, but Fushimi can also process information. If I change it to green, won't it be a bigger threat?"

"Damn, I can't believe it!"

Kusanagi's careful explanation only added fuel to Yata's anger. If it was something like that, he should have made a more violent rampage in that building. He should have carved into theirs hearts that he was even more terrifying than Fushimi.

Seeing Yata like this, Kusanagi smiled and put the PDA on the counter.

"Yata. Are you in contact with Fushimi?"

Yata's eyes widened as if struck by the void, and then he immediately turned around.

"Why are you asking all of a sudden? You're not going to ask him for help, are you?"

"No, I wonder what happened to "Scepter 4" after the incident the other day. I also try to sound out Seri-chan in various ways, but this is quite a strict guard."

"So you mean contact the bastard monkey and ask him about this or that?"

There were some thorns in his voice. Despite Yata's piercing gaze, Kusanagi still kept his calm expression.

"You still can't forgive Fushimi?"

"I won't do such a thing."

He believed it was natural. Fushimi Saruhiko is a traitor. "Homura", Suoh, Kusanagi, Totsuka... And then, the man who betrayed him and fled to "Scepter 4".

However, his anger was not as intense as before. It was still hot, but it had turned to a dull, smoky fire, like coals buried in ash.

Kusanagi looked directly at Yata and said:

"If that's the case, then Fushimi or "Jungle", which one can you forgive?"

Yata pursed his lips.

Seeing that expression, Kusanagi let out a small sigh.

"Reconcile with Fushimi, is what I say. We and "Scepter 4" are not allies or anything. However, we are not enemies either. The only enemy is "Jungle"."

"......"

"Don't mess with the wrong person."

Yata seemed to understand what Kusanagi meant.

It wasn't like it used to be. That's what he said.

When Suoh and Totsuka were close, Yata didn't have to think about anything. Yata was the kamikaze commander who pounced on "Homura"'s enemies without hesitation, and he thought of the role of Kusanagi and Totsuka.

However, after Totsuka's death, Suoh also lost his life. There was no one to unite "Homura", and at one point it was even in danger of disbanding.

All members of the clan trust Anna, who has become the "King". But Anna is still a child. To unite "Homura" as an organization, Kusanagi alone is not enough. Someone has to take the place of what's gone.

He was vaguely aware that this was his role.

However, he probably won't be able to become like Suoh or Totsuka. He was sure that he could not possess the great power to attract people, or the kindness that makes even a raised sword come down. Yata Misaki is just Yata Misaki after all. He didn't think he would be able to take their places.

"I know. That's all."

When he said that bluntly, Kusanagi relaxed his expression.

"Well, if that's the case. Sorry for saying unnecessary things, Yata-chan."

"......"

Kusanagi's kind tone was even more pitiful, and Yata clenched his fist tightly.

At that moment, he heard the footsteps of someone coming down from the second floor. When he turned his eyes there, the white-haired girl, Anna, suddenly peeked into his face.

"Oh, Anna. What's wrong?"

When Yata called out to her, Anna blinked slowly. Her expression was as expressionless as ever, but there was a sign that she was somewhat confused.

"A lost item."

"Eh?"

"When Neko came yesterday, she seemed to have forgotten something."

Neko. A girl who belongs to the Silver Clan. It's true that she came to the HOMRA bar yesterday to hang out and then left, but Yata said in amazement.

"Did she forget something? What a careless woman."

"I have to deliver it. I'm sure she'll have trouble without it."

Yata suddenly stopped Anna, who was about to head for the exit of the bar.

"Give it to me. I'll take it."

Anna stopped and looked at Yata in surprise.

"But..."

"A king shouldn't go out lightly, right?"

"Misaki...?"

Reading something from Yata's expression, Anna tilted her head and looked at Yata. That look was embarrassing, and Yata said as he turned to the side with a slightly reddened face.

"Anna is now the "Red Queen", but you are different from Mikoto-san. Didn't I tell you that I will be someone you can trust?"

He couldn't take the place of Suoh or Totsuka.

Yata can only be like Yata. He will become someone that Anna, Kusanagi and everyone in "Homura" can trust. Yata's determination was to become a man who would make people think they would be okay with him.

"Yes."

Yata held out his hand and Anna smiled gently.

"Thank you. So, give this to her at Gakuenjima."

Yata felt his determination waver when he saw what Anna had given him.

In Yata's palm was a small piece of frilly white cloth, women's underwear.

Kusanagi, who was looking at him from afar, said in a plaintive and amused tone.

"Yata-chan, are you going out with that?"

"That woman..."

In shame and anger, Yata yelled as loud as he could, grabbing the underwear in his shaking fists.

"What should I do to forget these kinds of things?"

++++++++++

The path to Ashinaka Academy was prepared by "Jungle".

After leaving the "secret base" and walking for about 30 seconds, a taxi was already parked in the alley. There are tens of thousands of taxis everywhere in Tokyo, but the driver is a member of the "Jungle" clan. An N-Rank, "Transporter." As his name suggests, he possesses specialized skills as a transporter.

The best thing about him as a messenger is that he shows no interest in the "cargo". Without even looking back at Sukuna and Mishakuji, who had quietly boarded, without even asking where they were going, the "Transporter" slowly started the car.

All surveillance cameras on the route are controlled by the supernatural app "Glass Route Ver. 3.0", and Sukuna and Mishakuji were transformed into electronic invisible humans. Sukuna verified the location information of the targets Kuro Yatogami and Miyabi Ameno as he watched the scenery of the bay flowing through the vehicle's window.

"Neither of those two are moving. I mean, they don't seem to even notice our movements."

"Yes."

"It's a bit disappointing. I wish I could spy on their movements like the "Homura" guys. Then I could tease them and set a trap for them."

When he complained, Mishakuji chuckled.

"There's no way Kuro-chan could pull such a trick. Neko-chan wouldn't even dream of such a thing."

"Well, that's correct."

Sukuna muttered. After all, a clan without a "King" is something like that. Sukuna let out a sigh, thinking that this would be a boring and uninteresting mission.

It was only after getting out of the taxi that he had a disagreement with Mishakuji.

Heading to the front gate of the school, Mishakuji, as if nothing had happened…

"By the way, I will defeat Kuro-chan by myself. You can take care of Neko-chan."

He hadn't heard of it. Sukuna rolled his eyes and protested loudly.

"Hey, why?! Let me fight him too!"

"I told you. Kuro-chan is my apprentice. It's my job to kill him. My destiny.", Mishakuji looked at Sukuna,

"If you get in the way of that, even if it's Sukuna-chan, I'll have no mercy."

A chill ran down Sukuna's neck.

There was a serious light in Mishakuji's eyes. It was the same light as when Sukuna had once faced him as an enemy. If Sukuna still had to defend himself after that, he would actually draw his sword out.

But that light soon gave way to a slight smile.

"If you want points, I'll give you as many as you want later. So stay out of the way."

Sukuna pouted. He complained about being swallowed by Mishakuji's spirit.

"It's boring getting free points. That's not a game."

At that moment, Sukuna's PDA made a ringtone.

Sukuna responded to that. After exchanging a few words, Sukuna's communication and all previous anger disappeared.

"Ok, Yukari. I'll leave that to you."

"What happened?"

"I have a little urgent matter. Please take care of Yatogami Kuro! See you later!"

Waving his hands excitedly, Sukuna trotted towards the front door. One of the students who was nearby noticed him and handed him a PDA.

"J-Rank, thank you for your hard work!"

"Yes, yes, Gokuro-san."

Tossing the PDA to the student, Sukuna hurried towards the school. Yatogami's name had already disappeared from his mind. He would leave that to Mishakuji. He had found better prey than that.

"Homura" executive, Misaki Yata.

"Scepter 4" executive, Saruhiko Fushimi.

The information that the two were going to Gakuenjima was picked up by Sukuna's network, though it was only a appropriation of the one Nagare had built. In any case, most of the important people in the clans that were hostile to "Jungle" were being caught.

If Yata and Fushimi were to clash, the strength of both clans would be greatly reduced. It would bring a favorable future to the "Jungle" battle. More than the point itself, that fact made Sukuna's pace even faster.

++++++++++

Gakuenjima at noon was filled with many students.

After a long morning of classes, students who took a breath of relief flooded the school all at once. There are plenty of places to eat in the school cafeteria, the terrace of the cafe for shopping, and there are students who fill their bellies early and start playing. Lunch time is the busiest time of the day.

Among them, the figure of Yata stood out a lot.

He was not wearing a uniform, he was riding a skateboard and holding a stick that looked like a lethal weapon. It was a strange object that anyone could see.

Yata shook his head and muttered at the strange look that pierced him from here and there.

"Where the hell is that Neko...? If I'm caught walking around with this kind of thing, shame will make me a suicidal man."

Inside the paper bag he held under his arm were women's underwear. He surely would feel more comfortable with a bomb in hand. Furthermore, Yata is one of the criminal group that occupied this school exactly one year ago. He would like to finish his errands quickly before security finds him.

Suddenly, Yata stopped skateboarding.

It was because he saw a familiar figure in his path.

"Saru..."

That person, Fushimi Saruhiko, also noticed Yata around the same time. He narrowed his eyes behind his glasses and clicked his tongue.

"Misaki. What is Homura doing in a place like this? Do you plan to occupy it again?"

He said that to ridicule him, and his blood rushed to his head momentarily.

"Ah? It has nothing to do with you!"

When he turned around, what Kusanagi had said came back to his mind.

(Don't mess with the wrong person.)

That's right, he shouldn't do that.

The enemy of "Homura" is "Jungle", not "Scepter 4", and even if he is wrong, he is not the same Fushimi Saruhiko. Yata's personal feeling is that he can't forgive him, and that shouldn't lead to unnecessary quarrels.

Besides feeling unforgivable, he owed Fushimi one thing.

"I didn't say thank you correctly at the time."

"Ah?"

What came to his mind was the incident that triggered Anna's awakening as the "Red King".

"It was when Anna was kidnapped by the green clan before she awakened to the King's power. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have been able to help her, let alone find her whereabouts."

"So...?"

Fushimi's seemingly bored tone irritated Yata. Still, it was a sacrifice. He had to talk to the end.

"For that! I don't care about you, and I still can't forgive you, but I am grateful for that time. Thank you."

At that moment, a silver light flashed in Fushimi's hand.

"Oops?!"

Yata jumped to the side and narrowly avoided it. Throwing knives that appear out of nowhere are special items that Fushimi, who is a dark weapon user, often uses for surprise attacks. Yata instantly prepared for battle, yelling as he grabbed the staff.

"No way! What are you doing?!"

However, Fushimi did not see Yata. He had a wary look on someone behind him.

"Cheez. Did the attack from behind miss?"

Hearing a voice behind him, Yata turned around in a panic.

A boy was standing there.

A boy with a cheeky face who was about to enter Gakuenjima. If it was just that, he wouldn't have paid attention to it, but having a scythe with a glowing green blade in hand, it was a different story.

"Hey, what? Who are you?!"

"If you have time to talk, be a little careful with your surroundings."

In contrast to Yata's upset, Fushimi was calm. He slowly put his hand on the saber.

"You are Sukuna Gojou, the highest ranked of "Jungle"."

Yata held his breath at those words, and the Sukuna boy laughed merrily.

"Hey. You know me. Well, that's why you got more points than the guy in the beanie."

"What did you say, brat?!"

Even as he cursed, Yata raised his staff without letting his guard down and turned to Sukuna.

Rank-J, he murmured into his mouth. Among the many members of the “Jungle” clan, he must have been the highest ranking existence. He was disappointed that he was a boy, but he should never let his guard down.

Age is irrelevant to those who struggle with supernatural powers. Anna, their "Queen", is about the same age as the boy in front of them. Yata carved into his heart that this guy was stronger than any member of the "Jungle" clan he had ever fought.

"If I can kill them both and get 7k, that's a pretty tasty quest, right? So..."

Sukuna smiled brightly. The smile of a predator. Then, brandishing his green scythe, he leaped high.

"Become my points!"

++++++++++

Leaving Shiro's room in the student dormitory and walking with Neko, Kuro looked at her again.

"Neko. Are you sure you're okay?"

Neko gave a surprised look and then chuckled.

"Hmm, Kurosuke, what's wrong? There's nothing special wrong with Wagahai!"

"Oh, really...?"

"Yes! I ate rice and I'm full of energy!"

Once she laughed at him with a gutsy pose, he couldn't say anything more. With a vague nod, Kuro glanced vaguely at Neko's profile as she walked down the hall.

The smile from before was gone, and there was a vaguely depressed expression.

He groaned inside.

It was still weird. It wasn't good at all. Yet somehow Neko didn't want to tell people, or didn't seem to realize it herself.

There is no point in forcing people to answer about their concerns, which they do not want to say or of which they are not aware. There might be a way to get rid of it and find out, but to be honest, Kuro wasn't good at such tricks. Or, if Shiro were here, he would magically solve Neko's problems.

It was then that he sighed at his immaturity.

"Kuro-kun, I've been looking for you!"

There was a figure running from the other side of the hall. A student belonging to Gakuenjima, who is especially close to Kuro and Neko, Yukizome Kukuri.

"Kukuri. What's wrong?"

"Well, it's none of my business, but there's a girl who wants to talk to Kuro-kun. Come on, come out!"

As Kukuri called out to her from behind, a female student ran towards Kuro from the shadows. A student he didn't recognize. As she tilted her head down, she handed him a pink envelope with flushed cheeks.

"Umm, Yatogami Kuro-san! Please take this!"

"For me?"

"E-excuse me!"

When he received the girl's letter without understanding, she bowed her head and ran away. As she left, Kuro's ears picked up a familiar electronic voice.

No way.

An ominous sign hung like a dark cloud. However, it seemed that only Kuro had such a concern. Neko and Kukuri were curious and looked from both sides.

"Hey, what's written there? Let's open it up."

"Uh..."

Opening the envelope and unfolding the letter, Kuro's eyes widened.

There it was written:

"I'll wait for you at the connecting bridge, Yukari."

"The girl from before, her name is Yukari-chan, right?"

Kukuri was playing innocently. However, Kuro was in no mood to be cheerful.

He thought it would come someday. The green clan cannot sit still forever. He had half guessed who would be sent at that time. Therefore, it was inevitable that this letter would reach Kuro.

An old companion of his, but a sworn enemy that he turned his sword against his master.

(Are you finally here? Mishakuji Yukari...!)

Muttering so to himself, Kuro put the letter in his pocket.

Kukuri gave a big thumb up as she smiled.

"Good luck! I support you!"

Of course, she did not know the fate of Kuro and Mishakuji. She's just a normal, good girl who isn't even tinged with supernatural powers.

Still, he was grateful for Kukuri's prayers. Even though she doesn't understand the circumstances, she supports them. That fact alone is why Kuro wields the sword.

"Oh. Pray for my safety, Kukuri."

Saying that, Kuro started to walk.

A bit later, Neke followed him. There was no trace of melancholy in his expression, only the color of determination, but with an irrepressible fear.

After thinking for a moment, Kuro said to Neko.

"Neko. If you're scared, stay here."

"I will go."

Neko's answer was simple. When he looked at Neko with a bit of surprise, she clung to Kuro's arm with an angry expression.

"I told you. This is my house! That's why I'll protect it!"

He took a small breath, and then Kuro chuckled softly.

"...That's right. I'm sorry."

Gakuenjima was the place Kuro, Neko and Shiro had to return to. If someone tries to invade that place, they will face it with all their might. If Kuro thinks that, naturally Neko will think so too. Because they are comrades who share the same destiny.

"Come on, Neko."

"Yes!"

The two then walked away, to protect their home on Gakuenjima.

++++++++++

He was looking down from that figure in the sky.

For nearly half a century his time has passed drifting through the skies. It's a place where he has been wandering with regret and a little hope, comforting himself with occasional guests with whom he had no connection whatsoever.

It's been a while since he's been back there. After a long time, "home" was comfortable and it reminded him of the reason for wandering. He should not be in contact with the earth. Even the reasons that led him to think that way were vivid.

But now...

Anticipating what was about to happen, he was in a state of intense impatience.

He could understand the intentions of the "opponent". He thought they wanted to drag him out of there. Or did they wish that he never descend to earth?

If he abandoned his companions, even for a short time, he would lose the right and reason to go down to earth.

Behind the impatience, he was impressed that the calm thinking part of him was "a good move." From what he heard, the "opponent" seems to be familiar with the game. Royal Fork, or Rookie Checkmate. He had to choose one and discard the other.

He had already decided which one to choose.

He orders a turn. The old "home" turned slowly and swam as if scratching the sky.

The place he should return to was Gakuenjima.

++++++++++

On the connecting bridge pillar, Mishakuji Yukari was blown away by the wind.

A slight smile appeared on his lips, as if he enjoyed the breeze that caressed his cheeks. His expression was so calm that it was hard to believe that he was about to fight a life and death battle.

It's not because he will take the upcoming battle lightly.

He expected it from the bottom of his heart.

For Mishakuji Yukari, fighting was both a means and an end. Fight to fight. It is pure, transparent, beautiful and strong because it is lean.

Probably more than Yatogami Kuro.

Looking at that person, Kuro clenched his teeth.

He had already put the thought of whether he could win out of his head. He would just do his best to protect this place, Gakuenjima.

With just that determination in their hearts, Kuro and Neko stopped.

Mishakuji's eyes looked at the two of them. The smile on his lips changed color slightly.

"Long time no see. Nice to see you again, Kuro-chan."

"Mishakuji Yukari. What did you come here for?"

Mishakuji shrugged and answered Kuro's hostile question.

"I already told you to call me Onii-sama, didn't I? Besides, I can't say that it's nice to ask everything you don't have to ask."

Saying so, he took out the sword from behind him. Half of the two swords delivered in the Miwa Meishin style, "Ayamachi". The blade shone mysteriously in the sunlight.

"Neko. I'll stop him. Please support me from behind."

"Yes!"

Neko hurriedly nodded and moved away from Kuro and ran behind the pillar. The red Japanese umbrella she is holding is the one she brought from Shiro's room. Because that will protect them instead of the one who is no longer there.

After confirming that, Kuro put his hand on the sword at his waist, "Kotowari".

"So you came here to fix things?"

"It's not okay to answer every single thing you don't have to answer either."

Mishakuji's right arm moved as if he was dancing.

"That's not beautiful!"

The next moment, a flying slash split the air.

Kuro quickly jumped to avoid it. The cut shattered the asphalt and smoke blocked Kuro's vision.

From the smoke, Mishakuji jumped out along with the tip of the sword.

Mishakuji didn't slow down his attack on Kuro, who barely blocked the thrust. The swing of the sword and the "pass" that swung down from the side cut into Kuro's sleeve.

An opportunity!

With his sweaty hands gripping the handle of "Kotowari", Kuro attacked without warning. However, a blow strong enough to create a vacuum only emptied the air.

Mishakuji had disappeared from his sight.

The survival instinct screamed. An enemy was lurking somewhere in his blind spot. In a second the sword could run through him. Knowing this, Kuro was still stiff and unable to move.

"Up! Kurosuke! It's dangerous!"

Neko's scream saved Kuro.

The blade rose before his eyes. "Kotowari" and "Ayamachi" intertwined and sparked. Mishakuji landed light as a feather and pushed his sword further. An unimaginably heavy pressure from that slender body tried to crush Kuro's entire body.

As he did so, Mishakuji showed a charming smile.

"As expected, your skills are still immature. But I will commend you for not running away!"

"This school island is the place where my king, Shiro, will return! I will not allow you to take a single step towards that place."

Mishakuji laughed sarcastically and knocked out Kuro's body.

"It's a shame. Just now, a friend of mine came in."

"What...?!"

Mishakuji did not let the confusion go unnoticed. The pressure was suddenly released and the sword hilt slammed into his upper body as he lost his balance and staggered. Kuro's body was bent like a dog, and his defenseless neck was exposed. The blade of "Ayamachi" was getting closer.

"Don't bully Kuro!"

At the same time as that cry, a huge beckoning cat appeared on the bridge.

"Oh."

Smiling happily, Mishakuji lightly swung his sword. The slash that was unleashed easily cut through the illusion created by Neko's supernatural ability and made the beckoning cat disappear. The reconnaissance operation was forcibly cancelled, and Neko was blown off the bridge, and the red Japanese umbrella she was holding flew into the air.

"Kyaa!"

"Neko!"

Neko who collided with a parapet stretched out and didn't move. Suppressing Kuro who was trying to rush at him with his sword, Mishakuji spoke casually.

"Don't worry. My king wants me to take you back alive, Neko-chan, no. Ameno Miyabi-chan."

Neko leaned against the parapet and shot a startled look at Mishakuji.

"Ameno...? Who...?"

"You don't remember. That's fine."

Shrugging, Mishakuji walked over to Neko. Keeping the sword in his hand.

Kuro's chest was full of passion.

"Mishakuji Yukari! Don't mess with my friend!"

He kicked the ground with a roar and unleashed a slashing attack. Mishakuji danced away from him. He jumped onto a pillar using his supernatural power and ran vertically just as he was. As he held on to it, Kuro boldly attacked him.

"Ooooooooooooh!"

Top, middle, bottom, from all angles, at all speeds, and with all possible techniques, Kuro attempted to overthrow Mishakuji.

On the other hand, Mishakuji's sword was ghostly. If he thinks he's looking for him, he'll hit him, and if he thinks he's right, he'll shake him and his core will never waver. Despite being users of the same Miwa Meishin style, Kuro and Mishakuji's swordsmanship was as different as heaven and earth.

It's probably because Mishakuji fully owns the Miwa Meishin style and then added his own enhancements. He has already reached a height that can be called Mishakuji Shiryu.

Mishakuji said as he mocked Kuro's despair.

"You're as straightforward as ever, Kuro-chan. It's beautiful and upright, but there's a limit to that."

"What are you saying...?!"

"For example, it was the students themselves who allowed Sukuna-chan to enter this academy. That student knows nothing. Not knowing your thoughts, anger, or sense of mission, he invited Sukuna-chan to enter. The place you are dealing with! to protect is already ours!"

The image of that student flickered in Kuro's mind for a moment.

She is about the student who became Mishakuji's henchman and delivered the letter. She was definitely a student at this school. But, at the same time, she is probably also a member of the "Jungle" clan.

If so, how much meaning does his fight to protect this school from "Jungle" have?

"You see, "Jungle" takes root anywhere and absorbs nutrients from anywhere. Our great green tree will eventually reach for the stars with its branches and leaves, swallowing up the golden sun and silver moon alike. And this world will be covered with a beautiful greenery and it will be reborn. I want to see that!"

Shouting like a song, Mishakuji wove a series of feints to corner Kuro. The hilt of the sword struck his forehead and his vision darkened for a moment. The blade approaching the nape of his neck was bounced back with a blind "Kotowari" move, but by this time, Mishakuji's attack had plunged into Kuro's belly.

"Gah!"

Kuro was thrown off the top of the pillar and pulled down by gravity. As he writhed in the air, he activated his supernatural ability to hold off the chasing Mishakuji and, at the same time, tried to absorb the impact of the crash as much as possible.

Even so, he couldn't kill him. Hitting from behind, Kuro tried to regain his balance as he rolled on the ground over and over.

Sticking his sword into the ground, trying to get up.

The tip of Mishakuji's sword pointed at his throat.

"But you will never see that world. You will fall here like a cocoon."

Kuro gritted his teeth as he looked at Mishakuji, who spoke heartlessly.

(Couldn't I win? I'm not this guy...!), Kuro thought.

He felt that he has always been like this.

Since he was swinging his sword under Miwa's tutelage, he was never able to defeat Mishakuji Yukari.

Even when he asked him to practice swordsmanship.

Even when he pointed his sword at Miwa and left.

Even when he appeared as a vanguard of "Jungle".

The result was always like this. Mishakuji remained on his feet until the end, and Kuro finally fell to his knees.

Compared to Kuro, who faithfully executes the techniques taught by his teacher, Mishakuji Yukari's talent is brilliant. In terms of skill and genius, Kuro ranks far below Mishakuji. No matter how much time and effort he puts into it, he may never be able to beat Mishakuji.

Kuro knew that. He understood, but still...

"I won't give in to you...!"

Hearing that, Mishakuji narrowed his eyes.

"Yes. You are ready. Your face is beautiful now."

What dwelt in those eyes was the light of pure intent. Cut Kuro without malice or hostility, just for his own good. Kuro knows better than anyone that Mishakuji Yukari is a man who can do that.

He would be lying if he said he didn't regret it. What will happen to Neko, Kukuri and Gakuenjima after he take his life? Is it possible to stop the tyranny of "Jungle"?

And above all...

Isn't it possible to finally find the man whom he admired as his teacher and who was his friend?

"Yatogami Kuro. Your life is mine!"

Mishakuji raised "Ayamachi". As he looked at the shining white blade from the front, Kuro on his chest, called out his name.

"Shirō!"

++++++++++

He heard a voice.

A voice calling his name.

For half a century he wandered the skies. Even then he heard voices.

A voice calling for help. A voice pleading for salvation. A voice that revealed anguish.

Those were the voices of people who had some kind of illusion towards the airship that was drifting aimlessly through the sky. That heavenly airship was inhabited by paranormal beings that would bring them out of their afflictions. There were quite a few people who took those fantasies seriously, even if they weren't sure where they came from.

But the voice never said his name.

Because whoever it was had nothing to do with them. Gods, angels, aliens, etc. He who brings salvation does not need a name. They fantasize about salvation itself, not about existence as a person.

But now...

"Shiro, Shiro. At this rate, Kuro will be killed."

She was calling his name.

Isana Yashiro, abbreviated as Shiro. The name of a man who did not exist anywhere on this earth. It would also be an illusion.

But she called it by herself.

Even if it was an illusion, even if it was temporary. It was definitely his name. It is proof that he, who had lost all contact with the earth and only wandered alone in the sky, spent time with them, even if it was for a short time.

Just like Kuro and Neko are already part of him.

Isana Yashiro is definitely his name.

Because of that, Shiro thought, "This time, I'll take a step forward."

"Shiro, please help me! Shirooo!"

Shiro took a step forward as if drawn by Neko's voice.

The "Schattenreich" was anchored 300 meters above Gakuenjima. Without hesitation, he threw his body off the ramp into the void. In an instant, gravity caught Shiro's body, and his body began to fall in a straight line towards the ground.

Almost at the same time, the aura of his shrine as the "Silver King", was emitted from Shiro's entire body. A powerful force capable of distorting normal space appeared in a single form above his head, far above him.

The Sword of Damocles.

As proof of being the "King" of "Kings", it is the embodiment of that power.

While deploying a wide area shrine that engulfed the island, Shiro used gravity to superimpose his own super powers and accelerate further. Along the way, a red color crossed the edge of his vision and Shiro smiled quietly. With an invisible force, he pulled the red Japanese umbrella that had been caught in the wire and held it in his hand.

Then Shiro landed on the ground.

He opened the Japanese umbrella and slung it over his shoulder. With just that gesture, all the dust that had been raised was blown away, revealing the figure of Mishakuji, whose eyes were wide with astonishment.

"You are...!"

"Shiro..."

"Shiro!"

With the cheers of Kuro and Neko behind him, Shiro turned the Japanese umbrella around with a cold gaze.

"Isn't it too arrogant to walk into someone's house with your shoes on and try to take and kill someone's family?"

The destination of that line of sight was not Mishakuji.

A bird perched on the pillar of the connecting bridge. The man who watched them through the bird was Shiro's true enemy.

"..."Green King", Hisui Nagare."

++++++++++

The declaration of war received through the screen made his straitjacketed body crack.

Not out of anger or remorse. Clearly, that was jubilation. Nagare's expression, which usually never reveals his emotions, distorted with joy.

"Finally, finally, finally, you are back. You are back, first king, "Silver King" Adolf K. Weismann. You returned to this world, to our game board."

Eliminate the "Silver King". Alternatively, clarifying his whereabouts while making plans for it, Nagare gave little consideration to the first possibility. Judging from his relationship with Yatogami Kuro and Ameno Miyabi, there's no doubt that Weismann would show up. He expected that, and it turned out to be a perfect fit.

Of all the countless plans he has made thus far, there has never been a more exciting moment than this. The "Silver King" is a special existence for Nagare. The forerunner who discovered the "Dresden Slate" and the oldest "King". Being able to see him was one of Nagare's long-hidden wishes.

If his arms could move, he would have extended them. If he had a heart, it would have beat. Nagare, who was not allowed to do any of those things, simply expressed his joy in words. That is to say...

"Welcome."

[screampied]

‘ DICKMATIZED !? ★

☆ sum. dick • matized. [dehk-mah-tized] verb. when he’s rearranging your guts oh-so good that you’re just left utterly dumb ‘n stupid! toji, sukuna, gojo, geto, nanami, choso, ino.

wc. 5.8k

warnings. fem! reader, dick-drunk reader, balls… cum … balls, pwp, unprotected, dumbification, tf! sukuna, feral pússydrunk men, implied multiple rounds, backshots, mating press, cowgirl, nerd! nanami - college au, pússy talk, size kink, first time squīrt, mirror sēx, cervix mentions, spīt, tummy bulges, ‘till the bed breaks, breedīng kink, spanks, petnames.

an. elaborating more from this ask :p

✩ ˛˚ . SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

his dick? literally life-altering. life changing.

not only was sukuna ryomen the king of curses, but he was also the king of dumbing you down with just a few deep vulgar strokes. “attaaaa girl,” he’d grumble—one hand gripping your hip, another clawing near the top crown of your head. but as he’s raising your head, all you see is your dumb, drooling reflection through his stained century-old mirror.

through murky hazed peripherals, you spotted sukuna’s sly grin, with fangs poking through each lip… sinister red eyes zeroing down your body. he was mean but his hips were even meaner. as his hips relentlessly bucked into you, you let out a shrilling shriek once you feel his bulging tip swab its away around the insides of your slobbering cunt. he reached each ‘n every spot, pinpointing every slick dribbling orifice and you could barely even formulate words let alone proper sentences.

“that’s it, look at y’rself,” and a puddle of drool waters past the corners of your lips once sukuna grabs your chin. “hah- look at how dumb you get,” and you let off a moan once sukuna starts to thoroughly punctuate each individual thrust against your aching core. “allll. because. of. me.”

you glance at yourself in the mirror once more, peeking at the notoriously cursed silhouette that’s stood directly behind you. sukuna’s unapologetically ruthless, driving such sharp hips into you with little to no mercy and you only wanted more.

“suh- ooooh! sukuna,” you moan, getting whiplash from the vicious sharp pounds of slamming-ridden flesh. each pap stung against your skin and you’re just trying to keep up with his crazed pace. once his angered cockhead bullies its way near the fluttering opening of your cervix though, your eyes prettily roll. “o- oh my god, r- right th-”

“yeaaah, i know,” he replies gruffly, cutting off your tone by placing an enlarged palm over your wet-glossed lips. followed by a cute muffled, ‘mmmpf’ he scoffs in disgust once he feels you damping the center of his hand with treacly saliva. “keh. how repulsive,” and you whine once sukuna makes your back arch even more against his velveteen-made sheets. trailing a whetted claw gently down the slope of your back, he grunts. “wonder who’s nastier. you—” and he pauses, surprising your cunt with a brutal ricocheting thrust. “—or this sloppy worthless pussy. hnnnm.”

you’re tremoring underneath him, heedlessly trying to count each loud slap of clashing bodies in your head but you end up losing count anyway. his cock’s just as mean as he was, but his girth was far more rude. sukuna ploddingly runs his nails down your spine as he’s just impaling his weighty dick inside of your clamping, sopping walls. “mng- ‘s fuckin’ good. ‘kuna fuck me, fuck m—mmph,” and you moan against a palm that now smacks over your mouth again.

you could hear sukuna scoff behind you, feeling the wetness of your tongue slither its way around his bare hand. “y’er a nasty one,” he groans, glancing at your stupid reflection in the mirror. it was almost cute—how your eyes were all hooded, barely even open but visibly crossed. you’re seeing galaxies of stars as he pounds into your pussy, invading his way past the tight tight ring of your entrance. you’re so wet that your cunt sobs on his length, creating sticky globs of slick that glue against both fleshy mounds. “mhm. keep that pretty mouth shut. all i wanna hear is how fuckin’ messy you get under here,” and you let off another muffled whine once sukuna spreads your knobbly thighs further apart.

he’s so fast, his speed’s as quick as lightening—

and your hand cups over the one that’s currently placed over your mouth. sukuna feels your saliva starting to spill between your lips, wetting down his wrist and he titters. “spit’s supposed to stay in your mouth, dumb girl,” and you could feel yourself reaching closer and closer toward your blissful orgasmic edge. fuck- it was right there, literally arms-reach away and you were already starting to short-circuit. your thighs struggled to stay open and you were sure—just one more single hard thrust and you’d probably break. “aw, your legs are gettin’ weak. tappin’ out, princess?”

“ ‘kuna, ‘m cummin’,” you’d blurt once he removed his hand from your slick mouth. strings of glowy drool depart from your lips, sticking against his fingers before he thrashes the swollen pink head of his cock against your pussy.

repeatedly, it’s not just once or twice—hell, not even thrice!

it’s dozens of times. you let off a plethora of sweetened whines as his reddened tip scrapes its way through your gummy walls before you abruptly squall. “f- fuuuuck!”

a pretty, shiny geyser sprays out between your thighs, and your expression is priceless.

sukuna remained inside as he watched you whine out those needy raw sobs with his shaft still stuffed inside. you couldn’t think straight—you could only taste the treacly sweet tang of your release on your buds as your head flops onto the bed. “o- oh my god,” you’d puff, feeling your wobbly thighs soak with slimy molasses of your sweet. “again,” you moan out, looking up at the mirror to see sukuna staring straight at you.

he’s amused - and your eyes widen once he brings a hand underneath his heavy cock that was stacked with not only one but two..

he was only fucking you with one of his shafts—but now that you see his barred hand wrapping around both, you gulp once he nips his sharp fangs near his teeth. “fine,” he grumbles, and sukuna starts to align each between your sappy opening. sooo wet- it’s a pearly coat that runs down your cunt and he growls under his breath, bedaubing both creamy tips against your tender folds.

“but while we’re at it, little one. let’s see if you can squirt with two of me in you.”

✩ ˛˚ . INO TAKUMA.

first time inside and not only does he make you dumb but he ends up making himself dumb too.

“holy . . shit angel,” ino would lowly moan, reclining fully back against the couch. you’re gradually hovering over his lap while he’s got a clammy hand sneakily creeping at the left side of your waist. “g- god,” and darkened eyes lazer near your cunt. you were so slick. your entrance prettily sobbed with such dewdrops of sap that it had him whipped. ino wanted more, and the more he witnessed your pussy swallow his cock, the more his mouth grew drier than the sahara.

“relaaax, baby,” you invade the corner of his mouth with wet kisses. with how soft your voice was, the sound of your voice alone was enough to make ino’s dick throb — and it did.

his abs tense through his white tank as he feels one of your palms leisurely slide up his sculptured v-line. your touch - it was one of his many, many weaknesses. his first weakness being you . . second, your pretty dripping pussy. “ah, look at me. eyes up here, ino.”

“mhm-” ino grunts, nearly melting at the sickly sweet pounds of flesh clashing amongst each other. once your body started to move, it was game over. slosh after slosh and it only gets louder. ino’s nose cutely wrinkles the second he hears that squelching ‘pop!’

now, he’s bottomed out and it was just a few lengthy seconds after he’d eased himself all the way in. ino was snug - nicely snug and timid heart-filled irises meets yours right away. “you’re s…so gorgeous,” he’d slur, watching his chest deflate at each sloppy thrust of your unsteady hips. “m- might just cum from lookin’ at your face, angel.”

fuck- you rolled your hips in such a way that it had gears turning in his empty, hollow brain.

ino’s flushed, and eventually, two hands grip your waist tightly. he’s trying to reel you into him but you playfully give him a shove, staring as his back collapses back into the pillow. “ngh- ino, there baby. there,” you’d weep out in a sweet whimper. his dick greedily explored through your insides like a maze. almost like it was lost - desperately trying to find its way around before eventually smooching near your cervix. “a- ah!” you’d moan, feeling a vein that ran down his cock throb inside you merely milliseconds later.

the movements of your rutting hips hypnotize ino.

you’re tossing them around in a circle as your arms throw over his broad shoulders. the entire time, he’s getting lost in your eyes. his tip’s an angry red, blushing inside of your tight gripping walls as you sloppily bounce on his lap. perspiring hands squeeze against your waist before you watch as his dark mousy brows crease into a furrow. “baby-” he grunts hoarsely, tilting his head fully back.

it’s cute—and a bit attractive. you spot his neck muscles tense before you suddenly feel ino’s impatient fingers crawl at the pretty curvature of your ass. with a firm grip, he grabs a nice handful of your jerking flesh before hissing under his breath. “o- oh fuck, ‘m gonna cum. keep ridin’ me, ride me good—use me, fuh- fuck me,” and ino’s voice pitched whinier the more your wet cunt sucks him in - vacuuming each ‘n every inch.

the noises were just sloppy. each ‘plop!’ and ‘pap!’ that echo from both bodies sends a wave of chills down ino’s spine. it was a feeling he’s never experienced—and you might have just made him fall in love with not only you but your slickly, wet cunt.

“ ‘s okay, ino. you can c- cum inside,” you whisper breathlessly against the crook of his neck. ino wraps his arms around you, holding you close as your hips rut into him quicker. both bodies moved against each other rhythmically, dexterously twirling your ass back and forth against his lap. ino’s just as dumb as you were—and if you squinted, you could see heart eyes forming in his dilated pupils.

“god- ‘m cummin’ . . fuck- ‘m cumming,” he hiccups, and his entire body erupts.

ino grows limp the minute he feels his leaking tip spurting out rope after rope. it’s hot - you slow down as he’s finally pumping you full, spurting out such thin, miry amounts.

ribbons drizzle inside of you and ino gets quiet, burying his face into your shoulder. babbles of whine fall into the crack of your neck and you smile, skimming a finger down his undercut.

tender, fawn eyes lock onto yours before ino grabs your chin softly. with a pout, he bedaubs a thumb across your wetly parted lips before sighing. he’s in love. “s-soooo . . what are we?”

✩ ˛˚ . TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“awwwh, is the pretty girl gettin’ shy on me?” toji would gruffly croon, feeling your dripping cunt clench tightly around him.

you’re bent over and chewing on the bottom of your lip like candy whilst he’s going in and out of you. masses ‘n wads of milky knots ooze out of your pussy and he takes a moment to gawk at the mess he gifted you. “fuuuck- look at ‘er, ‘m floodin’ her up so good,” and toji grunts, his flushed tip smearing shapes around your runny entrance. “ya take it well every time too, baby.”

“hnng- toji,” you’d whimper, cutely trying to shimmy your hips against him. you always loathed how right after he’s dumping you with the nth load of the night, toji just has to tease you.

with a wide hand, he slaps his fat cockhead against your slobbering slit three times. in a dirty, carnal way though—it’s pretty.

with wrinkles creasing underneath his leafy eyes as he squints, toji drags a thumb down your swollen puffy folds. it’s a loud wet splat! that resounds through his perked ears and you could hear that smug snicker as clear as day. your tummy was already heaving - you wanted more, and toji hummed at the sight of you arching further for him. “don’t stop- f…finish fuckin’ me.”

“how cuuute,” he’d gruff, and you moan once he re-aligns his sweltering hot tip. it’s freshly coated with splotches of cum that was still gradually seeping from the center. messily, it leaks out, and you gasp once he starts to insert his way back in. it’s a sloppy pop! that sends you carnal chills and even a bit of throb. doing so makes you nip a few teeth near the inside of your cheek.

and oh- toji’s so thick.

he’s fat from the inside, along with his girth that delves deep inside of you - disappearing between your folds like an unrevealed magic trick.

every bulky inch that enters inside of your cunt makes your toes shrivel up into a cute, aching curl. every time, you’re left utterly speechless as you hear his husky rasps from behind you. toji runs a hand through his oily scalp before brusquely grunting. “hah- take it then, open nice ‘n wide for me, pretty. let’s see that biiiig stretch one more fuckin’ time,” and a cold sweat races down your back. one thrust! just one cruel, mouth-watering thrust, and you’re left stupid.

dewy remnants of cum streamed out the corners of your thighs and he was practically fucking his cum back into you. loads of it, creamy milky loads that pumped you full, keepin’ you warm—always.

the slanted hooking curve that his dick had swerved its way through your pussy, bruising your g-spot lovingly. but oh- toji doesn’t just fuck nasty, he fucks you stupid with a capital ‘S’.

“fuuuuck, right there, r- right hng- thereeee,” and the way you’d drag your words were so cute. toji’s hips were oh-so mean though, harshly snapping into you and each time the friction whams into you—you’re dumbfounded.

toji spots you trying to crawl away and he raises a brow, hooking a hand near your hip. “goin’ somewhere, girl?” and you moaned, feeling him drag you right back toward his cock. with your mouth idly hung open—you start to feel the slick muck of syrupy juices that globs down the flaps of your cunt. you’re soaked, and toji grunts the second you end up squeezing around his dick. measly thick fingers roam through his scalp as he watches your ass weakly buck back into him. “mhm- that’s it, park that pussy allll on me,” and he leans up close against your back.

you could feel his faded bushy happy trail tickle against your ass as he’s drilling into you deep, splaying your legs further apart with a single hand. toji wraps a hand around your throat, feeling every whiny syllable die out of your throat before he lifts your hips.

“such pretty hips. look at ‘em go,” and you moan, feeling his palm hit against your left ass cheek. it’s sharp, and the brief sting makes you get dumber whilst his mushroomy tip’s just tapping its way against your tender clit.

you’re at a loss for words—the lazy downward curve of toji’s cock runs all through you, and he feels your body underneath him cutely growing weak. he’s got the type of dick that makes you get a bit woozy, drooling for more and more inches until you’re stuffed to capacity. you were through, and toji’s just sternly slamming his hips into you so good that you don’t even hear the poor splitting wood of the headboard.

with a husky crack! it ends up splitting into two, falling right before your eyes and the boxspring ends up collapsing. toji doesn’t even flinch though, and his callused fingertips remain deep into the prints of your back. “heh. shit,” he mumbles, still buried inside of your puffed cunt.

you were still panting - heavily, but you crane your head around to a certain degree and glare at him.

“what? oh, don’t look at me like that, doll,” and you moan, facing back in front of you once he pulls out, smacking his cream-coated tip over your weeping sleek-covered cunt. “ ‘s her fault. isn’t that right, messy baby?” as you’re whimpering, toji grows mute at the sounds of your sloppy squelches.

his round tip smears itself in and out between your slobbering hole before he nods as if he actually understands what your pussy’s saying. “see. she even said sorry,” and toji leans down, spitting right on your cunt before giving it a praising pat.

“good giiiirl. seems like ya got more manners than y’r messy owner.”

✩ ˛˚ . SATORU GOJO.

“ahhh- don’t hide that gorgeous face, i wanna see ya,” satoru pouts, grabbing your hands.

you were utterly stupid, whimpering as you continued to mindlessly bounce on his lap. his shaft’s ridiculously thick, expanding throughout your walls like a domain whilst attacking your cervix with individual kisses.

it scratched an itch in your brain that makes you gasp—feeling his bare washboard abs rub against your back. satoru’s hot, but the sweltering pounds of flesh that smack and crash into his meaty thighs from your unpredictable movements were even hotter.

he leans right up against the left side of your cheek, pressing a wet chaste kiss near the corner of your twitching lip. “i wanna see my wifey get all dumb ‘n stupid while she’s ridin’ me, heh.”

“ngh- satoru,” you’d moan, feeling one of his hands sneak up your blouse. lanky fingers roam up your body as he’s mercilessly slamming you back down on his cock. satoru’s flushing capped tip swirls its way through your cunt, churning effortlessly rearranging your guts and your jaw dramatically drops.

it’s cute the way your mouth freely dangles, pink tongue lolling fully out as satoru presses a hand near your bare tummy. there, he could feel the ongoing stretch and so could you.

it’s a tiny bulge that wholly prints its way through you, and you could hear his breathy snicker air against your earlobe. “well look at that. such a pretty good girl takin’ allllll of me. look at that cute ‘lil tummy bulge,” and satoru runs a free hand through his hair. with tight clenched abs, his entire core was squeezing up—your moving hips had him gnawing the inside of his cheek.

but it’s a long deadly silence between the two of you that suddenly occurs. satoru’s icy bright eyes shine into yours as you cup his face, weakly trying to keep up your grinding.

timidly, satoru strokes your bottom lip gingerly. “keep starin’ at me like that ‘n i might get’cha pregnant, sweetheart.”

“do it.” you whine. “make me p… pregnant, ‘toru.”

famous last words,

because not only does he fuck you stupid until you’re chewing on your own sweet, pathetic whimpers—satoru ends up dumping load after load into you. buttery wads of cum tear their way out of your folds as he’s now got you folded in a nasty mating press.

satoru overflowed your cunt, panting heavily as he watches the hefty, velvety masses of cum ooze down between your stuffed entrance.

with a single hand, he spreads your legs wide to get a better view and he kisses his teeth. “fuck- what a mess,” he’d groan, and he’s still deeply inside of you. your brain was empty — and all you could even register let alone think about, was the ropes of hot cum that flooded deep into your womb.

you’re still moaning, feeling satoru’s hungry gaze peer into your soul before he snickers. “would be a shame if this all hah- went to waste.”

and as he’s still trying to catch shallow breaths, satoru leisurely wipes a thumb down your leaking pussy. immediately, his digit gets coated with milky remnants of cum. “s- satoru,” you’d whimper, watching as he pressed a soft kiss to your ankle. you remained in the same position—

he had your legs spread wide into an eagle ‘v’ shape before bringing his finger up to his naturally glossed lips. satoru laps up his own mess right off his thumb whilst his cock’s plugging you utmost full. “you’re s- so nasty.”

“not nastier than this sweet girl,” satoru whispers in a raspy tone, taking out his dick before watching as his cum freely pours between your folds. velvety loads and loads sob between your folds and he hums, leaning in for a quick kiss.

satoru rocks his toned body against you, pinning both arms above your head before a hand placed on your tummy. you moan into his lips—wrapping a feeble leg around his slim waist before his free hand grabs at your neglected tits.

“mmp-” he muffled between kisses, feeling your hand trail a path down his sculptured abs. satoru presses his forehead against yours—devastatingly pulling away before whispering against your lips.

“got a feelin’ it’s gonna . . be a girl.”

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO.

“fun fact sweets,” nanami grunts as a bare palm wraps around your throat. his grip was soft - the mere opposite of his accurately shaped thrusts.

your moans harmonically sing and bounce through the thin walls of his office as labored breaths continue to snatch out from the pits of your lungs. he’s big, easily allowing the bulbous head of his cock to run through every part of your gummy walls. he nudges through every corner, pounding into your core so good that it makes you choke on inaudible sentences. “we’re burnin’ about probably hundreds of calories right now. hah- all from me bending you over my desk like . . . this.”

you let off a sweet whine, gasping as he’s just leisurely reaming your insides. nanami’s dick dragged its way through each slickly wet nook perfectly, studying every orifice like an equation before solving it with a single thrust. “f- fuck, ‘ken,” you’d mewl out a sweetened sob, the scent of freshly printed review papers filling up your nostrils. never in a million years would you have expected the campus nerd to fuck so nasty.

he’s rigorous - just drilling his honed hips into you until you’re entirely stupid with that pretty pink tongue of yours fully lolled out of your mouth.

his dick was insanely long too, and he grunts at the feeling of his plump tip rudely thwacking against the opening of your cervix. “such a pretty thing. even prettier inside, ‘s like she’s trying to answer for you,” and the wooden worn-down desk continued to rumble from the rickety pounds of weight. the stability of your hips was far too weak.. and nanami brings a hand toward your waist. his touch was soft, and you moaned at the feeling of his stubby fingers dancing up and down your skin before a single strenuous thrust reels you back into reality. “hah- tell me, pretty,” he moans between thrusts, the slickness of your cunt glossing down near the lower base of his full shaft. “why is a woman orgasm important, hm?”

“u- um,” you moan, your brain completely fried. his hits were so good - too good, and you’re just dumbly wordless.

nanami’s hips went askew as he made you arch further into his desk, deepening his angle. your face is lightly planted against the papers and you could hear him sneer from behind you.

one second turned into two . . then three . . then seven . .

a weeping whine rips out of your throat once he pivots even deeper, guiding a big hand between your legs. a thumb swirls around your sopping stuffed cunt and he leans in to kiss near your shoulder. “ ‘um’ isn’t a valid answer, dummy,” and your eyes were already mindlessly rolling to the backs of your empty skull.

but oh- the stretch.

he’s jabbing his hips quicker ‘n quicker as greedy hands grab at your bare skin. “c’mooon, use that pretty brain. my smart girl’s gotta be in there somewhere,” and nanami playfully knocks at the top of your head. “at least i hope she is.”

“t- the woman orgasm’s important because it helps out with the uh- pelvic floor muscles and activity.”

“and.”

“and . . it helps boosts fertility.”

“aaand?”

“a- and ‘m cumming!”

“wha- oh,” nanami lowly chuckles, feeling your cunt tighten around him. the clingy wet claps of skin grew louder - violently ricocheting against both pounds of flesh as he scoots your ass up further.

he’s deep, jackhammering his thick cock into you while occasionally fixing his glasses. every few seconds, they’d slide down the bridge of his nose. it irritates him, and you’d hear him scoff under his breath while he’s still ramming into you senseless. “c’mooon then, show me how orgasms help strengthen pelvic floor muscles, sweetheart.”

as you’re just being fucked stupid into the countless marked sheets of your papers, you gasp. stuffed at the very hilt - at least. a single tap of his cockhead against your cervix and that’s a wrap for you. within a blink of an eye—you’re shamelessly creaming down his cock with a wide shaped mouth.

he’s still thickly stretching through your walls, kneading at every compressing wet corner as you’re releasing and you start to whine. “fuck- fuuuck,” you’d whimper, feeling his jagged hips abruptly halt against you. the cold metal buckle of nanami’s belt rubs against your skin as you moan, seeing nothing but mere stars. competing to catch your breath, you huff out a sweet genuine, “did . . did i pass?”

“hmm,” he kisses near your shoulder blade, readjusting his glasses. glancing down, nanami looks at your panties that were lazily pulled to the side and he makes you arch further.

as you’re still panting, nanami clicks his tongue. “ ‘m afraid not. i think we need to learn more about the clitoris,” and nanami takes off his glasses, bringing them towards your slick opening, witnessing it fog from your dripping mess.

with a low titter, he brings them back up to his curved lips before licking the wet lenses, giving your pretty pussy a ‘lecturing’ spank. “specifically yours.”

✩ ˛˚ . SUGURU GETO.

if it’s anything nastier than suguru geto’s tongue, it’s his thick fat cock.

it’s the epitome of sloppy, especially with how it rummages through your insides, roughly circling his tip around the opening of your slick cunt. prone bone would almost always be his favorite too. it was just the way his crushing body weight would hover over yours—nearly suffocating your backside with just a bit of pressure. “sugu- ngh. suguruuu,” you’d croak out, each stinging slap of skin sending swarms of butterflies inside the inner pits of your tummy.

“quiet, doll,” he’d groan, curling a few fingers around your neck. geto’s thumb traces down your exposed nape before he licks at your ear. “fuck- what did i tell you about speakin’ out of turn?” and as your eyes start to wander to the dark abyss depths of your cranium, you whine. he’s in so deep, massaging every sloppy orifice as his fat tip drags its way through your spongey insides. “you speak after she gets a word in,” and you let off a needy sob once geto gently lift your leg. he’s still pressed into you as you’re being rammed into from behind, and that’s when he slides a hand between your legs. gurgling sloshes leave your pussy once he starts to maneuver circles around your entrance and you whine. “uh huuuh. listen to that pretty back talk with me. i know- i know.”

geto’s palm instantly got moist from your dewy juices spurting on his hand—not that he even minded anyway. you were just perfect like this, and each snap of his hips made you lose your mind ten times quicker. you’re already drooling from the mouth too, lazily sticking out your tongue as your arms start to grow feeble. “f- fuck, suguru. spank it. hng- spank it.”

“myyy, isn’t my girl bein’ extra dirty today, hm?” geto huskily purrs against the lobe of your ear. his rhythm was purely ruthless. your eyes were bulging, akin to the size of pinballs once your mouth started to pry open wider once the stretch continued..

his dick’s so fat - from all curving angles, stuffing you entirely with all nth inches of cock. geto could hear your airy pants grow more breathy and he gutturally sighs, smearing faster shapes against your dripping cunt. “ohhh- don’t shy away now,” he snickers, making you raise your head from the pillow you rested on. “not when you’re so fuckin’ wet. repeat what you want me to do, sweetheart.”

he’s a mere tease. you weren’t even facing him directly, but you could tell from just his smug tone alone that he was cockily grinning ear to ear. with a belting whine departing from your lips, you moan out a needy, “s- spank it suguru.”

“pretty please.”

“p… pretty please.”

geto brashly hums, running his free hand down your spine that glosses with sleek sheets of glistening sweet. his cock’s got you arching perfectly, and every inch pumps its way inside of you with occasional wet ‘pops!’ squelching from both sloppy mounds.

“good girl,” he gruffly whispers against your neck, feeling your hectic hips sensually rock back into him. “yeah- like that, princess. throw that cute ass against m . . me, fuck-” and seconds later, you feel the sharp brief sting of a slap against your teary folds. you’re so wet, wetting up his palm as your moans fill the entire room.

one slap turns into two, then three, then four.

you lost count—it was probably around that number, but you were far too dumb from his dick that’s currently got you in such a trance.

“ ‘m gonna..” you gasp out, the bucking of his hips getting more and more nasty. geto’s body rubs off against you and you then feel his palm swat against your ass. smack! and you hear him groan from behind. your cunt’s sucking him in and spitting him out — and the view was godly. all he saw was a pretty, slick mess as you start to dribble clear syrupy sap between your thighs. “cum- gonna cum suguru.”

“you remember how?” geto teases and your chest heaves once he gives your wet pussy a squeeze. not a single thought was in your mind, just how he was destroying your insides inch after fuckin’ inch. .

the flat of your tongue starts to salivate and you whine, nodding cutely before feeling geto’s thrusts deepen. “silly girl. bet you forgot how- should see your face right now,” he huffs, covering your spit-glossed mouth with his wide palm. you end up drooling on his hand and he tchs, smudging your saliva all over your mouth with his palm.

“c’mon then, gimme a show,” he grouses, slowing his hips down for you. geto does this purposely so you could physically feel how much of a stretch he’s barreling inside of your cunt. it’s huge - and you don’t even realize that after you finally came, you were even stupider.

cottony fuzz coils at both of your ears from the inside as your mouth remains open. you’re just whining, babbling out sweet ‘thank you's’ — even though you don’t even know exactly why you’re thanking him.

“hah- you’re welcome.” geto cunningly coos against your neck, planting a thumb on your throbbing clit. you’re so tender, shaking underneath him as you’re still seeing splotches of utter white. his dick had you unable to create coherent words, and geto brings his thumb up to your mouth before dragging it across your lips. “mmh. messy girl. still gotta work on that mouth.”

✩ ˛˚ . CHOSO KAMO.

“o- oh fuuuck,” he’d swallow, peering his eyes down toward your wet cunt.

it’s pretty - drippin’ with masses of slippery slick that soaks the entirety of his cock.

sucking in a sharp gasping breath, choso grabs onto your hips before flashing a sheepish grin. he wasn’t in fully in and choso’s already a mess. lazily leaning back against the futon—warm, drowsy eyes meet yours with darkened bags hanging underneath his pretty eyelids. choso can’t keep his eyes off you. his eyes flicker from up to your face, then back between your thighs. “mngh- you’re squeezin’ down on me, baby. don’t think ‘m gonna last.”

“you can last, ‘cho,” you whisper, letting off a sweet moan yourself once his cock smugly barrels itself between your puffed folds. you leave a lustrous shine that glimmers over his aching shaft. with achingly slow hips, you start to jerk forward and you can already see choso’s adam’s apple bobbing. “mmh- that’s it, hold me. touch me choso, ‘s okay.”

with choso though—he didn’t realize just how big he was. his dick stood tall, and its height expanded throughout your gummy walls entirely.

piercing the honed edges of your nails into his shoulders, you whine out a breathy gasp. his cock’s rude, sloppily towering inside of your pussy before starting to puncture a few delicious hits into your slick-flooded core. you’re rocking back ‘n forth, staring into his half-open eyes before burying your face into his neck. “nono-don’t do thaaat. wanna see you,” he’d pout, lifting your face.

choso’s already sweating — dewy droplets face down each side of his forehead before he feels the elastic stretch. he could almost taste it, the sugary sweet stretch. the way choso’s mushroomy tip drags its way up down and round your cunt leaves a tender feeling arising in your tummy. precisely, he marks an ‘x’ through your goopy insides with the crown of his dick like it was some kind of sacred treasure. a far more lewd kind though.

and not only did your hips make him stupid, but your pussy did too. “c- chosoooo,” you’d belt out a three-second whimper, sliding a few fingers down his bare chest. he’s hot, and the more your touch ghosts down his skin, the higher his body temperature rises. “right there- ooh! k- keep fuckin’ me there, baby.”

“god- when you whine my name, ‘s so hot,” he’d sheepishly admit, clawing a hand through his black loose strands. choso’s entire abdomen tightens at the sudden quickening speed of your hips. you’re frantic, slamming your ass up and down on his veiny cock while swerving your hips in a plethora of addicting swerving circles.

a beefy arm of his reaches for the headboard and he grabs onto it tight. you moan, staring as the veins and muscles flex through choso’s bicep. you’re riding him so good that he’s literally got to hold onto the bed for support. “ ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum. s- shit, your pussy’s gonna…..fuck.”

the loud paps of jerking skin only increase, and once you lean in to kiss choso—he submissively leans into your touch.

right away, teeth violently clash together as tongues hungrily delve into each mouth, competitively fighting for their fair shares of dominance. choso moans, sliding a palm toward the edge of your jolting ass. you’re riding him to straight oblivion, and he’s already rolling his eyes back. “mmpf-” he’d let off a gargled moan, bringing a swatting smack towards your rear. “fuckmefuckfuckmeee,” he’d whine into your ear, and now he’s got both hands clinging onto your ass. choso’s dragging you firmly back against his pelvis, making sure you feel him deep inside of your compressing walls.

oh- he was entirely pussy drunk, with you being dick drunk.

choso could see the sleazy smile forming against your lips as your back started to arch. he’s damn big, and you moan the second his fat tip keenly thrashes its way against your pulsating g-spot. that was all it took for you to squeal out a needy ‘ah!’ before your legs ended up locking around his waist.

languidly, he’s digging his fingers into your hips before you end up nibbling on his bottom lip. “ ‘m cummin’ baby. hah- cum with me, be my messy girl. c’mon,” and as he’s rambling, choso wraps his strong arms around you. he’s giving you a gentle bear hug, cutely whining into your chest as his head buries itself in between your soft tits. “mmmph.”

as your hips continued to roll, you eventually ended up finishing - hard. your orgasm had you sobbing out wantons of whimpers as his dick’s plugged you very, very full. glittery ribbons spray into you at the same time, and it’s fiery hot.

choso’s shivering underneath you, still having his arms wrapped around you—never wanting to let go. “f- fuck, choso,” you’d breathe out, hearing his tremoring sighs aerate between your tits. choso rolls out his tongue, licking a stripe down the valley of his chest as he’s still pumping you with miles ‘n miles of sultry hot seed. you hum, coddling his head with one arm as your ass slowly comes to a stop.

a clammy hand of yours grabs at your ass as you turn around, glancing at the ivory oozing clods of cum that dribbles down your pudgy opening. “not . . done,” choso heavily huffs, and you moan once he pushes you to lie on your back. with a soft thud! you land against the cushioned furniture before looking up at him.

choso looks hungrier than ever, and before you knew it — he’s slowly sliding your knees up toward your chest. “f- fuck,” he whines, taking a peak at the strings of cum that continue to race down your lustrous-coated slick.

so pretty,

but in choso’s mind, it could be even prettier.

choso leans in, pressing a kiss between your breasts before sliding a thumb down your cunt. a wet psh! shrieks out of your pussy and he lets off a quivering breath. “you can be a little messier, baby,” he’d whisper, and his tone’s a bit more hoarse now. choso hears you gulp, and once he starts to shove your knees up to your chest, he re-aligns his leaky cream-glossed tip. “ ‘m gonna stuff you fuller,” he pressed his final wet kiss against your lips.

“maybe even give you a baby . . or two . . six, h- heh.”

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fucking yourself on his cock , size training , car sex , riding him while watching tv >< , sucking him , licking and sucking your titties

TOJi ⭑.ᐟ

backshots <3 , big cock , sucking him off in the bathroom , fingering you with all his fingers , teasing him before you ride his dick , fucking in the bath

NANAMi ⭑.ᐟ

mutual mansturbation , morning sex , making you squirt from his fingers , stroking his cock , hes missed you , sucking your titties while you ride him

GETO ⭑.ᐟ

keep your legs open , princess treatment , you've been a bad girl all day , breeding , holding you close , pinning you down and fucking you nice

SUKUNA ⭑.ᐟ

fucking the attitude out of you , using a leash on you , fucking your throat , shower sex , fucking you on the couch , size kink

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there is something so damn satisfying about the face physics when Gojo and Yuta are swapped.

like you know very well Gojo is currently occupying Yuta's body because he gives some sort of edge to his facial expressions. meanwhile Yuta softens Gojo's facial expressions.

not to mention those edits of Sukuna without his face markings. you'd think he'd just be Yuji under that but it's a whole different character; a whole different aura.

i just really love it.

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A/n: Almost kinktober guys ;) Synopsis: How many rounds can JJK men go for? Characters: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Choso, Sukuna Ryomen Warnings: Doggy, mating press, multiple orgasms, sub space, overstimulation, dub-con, photo taking, cock warming, nipple sucking, finger sucking, breeding, unprotected sex, virgin!Choso, mentions of masturbation, pussy drunk men

☆ Gojo Satoru: 3-4

The longest three rounds of your life

You think he can stop just cumming in you once? Hell no. The best part about sex is when he can see his cum oozing out of you with each push.

Also loves overstimulating himself until he is a groaning mess.

Unfortunately for you, Gojo Satoru is NOT a one-minute man.

"Awe come on don't go zoning out on me now~"

Gojo's voice is teasing, a low, melodic coo that slides into your ears as you struggle to focus. His grin is wide, almost predatory, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he leans in closer. You’re hazy, breathless, your mind clouded with pleasure, barely able to register the words.

"S'cant... feel too...” You mumbled and thrashed against Gojo's hold, forcing him to pin your wrists together above your head while he pistoned into you with brute force. Sure it's only the second round for him but for you, he's brought you over the edge more than your poor poor body can handle.

Your body feels completely spent, trembling with overstimulation as your legs, sore from the constant tightening and untightening, hang limp in Gojo's grip. He’s folded you in half, his hands pressing your legs against your chest, locking you in place with ease. The room feels heavy, a warm haze clouding your thoughts as you realize you’ve been drooling, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure to even care.

“Feel fucking amazing Jesus Christ.” Gojo manages to groan out between pants followed by a string of curses. Every time he leaves the clutch of your cunny, his cock is coated in a thick shiny sheen of creaminess, and when he snaps his hips back in, it settles right at the base of him, painting your puffy pussy lips as well. Gojo effortlessly lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, sinking even deeper into you with each forceful thrust. The new angle, paired with the relentless pace of his hips snapping against yours, sends you spiraling dangerously close to the edge. Your grip on the sheets falters, hands slipping as tears streak down your flushed cheeks. Your mouth hangs open, drool pooling beneath you, completely mind-fucked and overwhelmed by the pleasure that consumes every inch of your body.

Your limbs have no strength left to resist—no, you don’t want to. Every nerve in your body is thrumming, begging for more as you let him take control. His every movement draws out a fresh wave of sensation, each thrust sending you spiraling closer to that next high. You can’t stop it—there’s no chance to. Your body is his to use, to pull pleasure from again and again, and all you can do is surrender to the bliss as it builds, crashing over you uncontrollably.

"Come for me baby," Gojo coos. "I'll cum in you and if it spills we can start all over again."

~

☆ Toji Fushiguro: 6

First three you are riding him and doing all the work.

Then when your legs give out thats even he fucks you silly

He is so big :( Sometimes he has to let you cock warm him for a bit so you can catch your breath

This is it you where going to die.

You were going to be fucked to death.

"Shhh, stop crying would you? Yer' taking it like a champ I promise."

Two big hands come up to your face to wipe the hot tears streaming down your face. Your body is trembling uncontrollably, every muscle quivering as waves of pleasure leave you numb and overwhelmed. It’s like your senses have short-circuited, leaving you shaking, barely able to register anything beyond the intense, lingering sensation pulsing through you.

Even though Toji is unmoving inside you, your pussy cannot stop spasming from the pleasure of his fat tip pressed up against your g-spot. Even if he wanted to pull out right now, Toji doubts that your cunt would give up the vice grip on his cock. Coincidentally that meant that he was keeping you plugged with 3 loads of warm sticky cum in your tight walls.

"Fuck still so tight baby, you want me to fuck you more don't you?" Toji's voice is a low, teasing coo as his focus shifts to your breasts, his tongue flicking over each hardened nipple, tracing slow, lazy circles that send shivers down your spine. One hand squeezes your breast, kneading the soft flesh, while the other glides over your sides and stomach, his touch warm and deliberate, drawing out every sensation. With all the strength you can muster, you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you so that you can feel his cock push impossibly farther into you, and he moans into your breast, biting your nipple softly. 

Then, without releasing your nipple from his mouth, he begins the slow roll of his hips into your sloppy cunt. Toji's hips move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each roll pressing him deeper into you with a tantalizing, unhurried pace. His movements are controlled, almost teasing, as he grinds against you, making you feel every inch, every pulse of his dick as he draws out your pleasure with each smooth thrust.

"Just take it m'kay? You can handle it."

~

☆ Geto Suguru: 4

Geto is a real fiend

The breaks between sex consist of him drinking water and kissing the water into your mouth. After that it's right back to fucking.

Loves taking photos of his cum oozing out of you. Looks at it when he is bored.

“So pretty….”

Drool dripped from your chin onto the pillow below, mixing with the tears streaming from your eyes, which were rolled back in bliss. Your breath hitched the moment Geto's hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to catch his gaze out of the corner of your eye. As your eyes lock, a dark, knowing smirk curves on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. You were finally getting used to the dizzying, mind-numbing pressure of his tip crashing into your cervix—but the bad news? Your legs were completely numb, trembling and useless beneath you.

 “Did you hear what I said doll?”

 Whatever was left of your mind tried to reign back its focus on the man pistoning into you from behind, but as it turned out, there wasn’t much. The friction of his cock dragging against you was unbearable, even with the syrupy cum soaking the walls of your quivering pussy. All you could do was dizzily nod, earning a chuckle from Geto while he eyes the way your hips instinctively raise so his cock can sink even deeper into you from behind. If you could only know the heaven your cunt you're putting his mind in, he is sure you'd be the one smirking. Geto even has to bite harshly on his lip to stop himself from whimpering every time your sticky pussy spasms from pleasure.

The euphoria came in waves of electric current that pulsed through your sloppy pussy and the only thing keeping you grounded his loads of warm sticky cum dripping down your thigh.  

 “Come on speak to me baby, I've only come two times, we've barely even started.”

 The wet sounds of Geto's dick slipping in and out of you filled the room and your senses. His cock filled you so much better than your hands ever could, hitting that gummy spot inside your walls over and over again perfectly, and you wondered how you were ever satisfied with the way you masturbated before you met him.

 “I’m a lucky man arent I? To have such an obedient baby with such a pretty pussy.” His hand comes to your face to caress your cheek, and you nestle into his touch while his thumb wipes away your tears. Your too busy immersing in the warmth of his palm to notice the flash of light and the sound of a shutter above you. Even when you turn your head back in curiosity, all you see is Geto staring at the screen of his phone with a lazy grin spread on his face.

~

☆ Choso: 2

Give this man a break! He's a half century old curse who has never fucked before!

You should be glad that he didn't cum by just slipping his tip in, because oh god lord he is seeing colors.

Choso swore he wasn't a whimpering man. Nothing that good could ever make him stumble over his words like a schoolboy. But Jesus Christ, he was not expecting you.

“F-fuck, you’re tight,” Choso groans hoarsely. You felt good? Try god-like, Choso's mind was in euphoria right now. His hand or a fleshlight could never compare to the way your gummy walls sucked him in and hugged his cock.

"M'feel good Cho~" You whine, head thrown back against the plush pillow. The stretch was delicious. It had you squirming and writhing and you couldn't help but tighten as your body tried to push out the large foreign intrusion. You gasped when you felt his tip smush against your cervix, little bolts of electricity being sent through your stomach as he pressed against you.

Choso was slow at first, wanting to still admire the way your cunt swallows him up, the fat of his head has a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being. He whines at how hot you are on the inside, but he’s quick to change to a faster pace.

Choso’s voice comes out in a deep, breathless groan, his grip tightening as he leans closer, his words heavy with need. "W-wanna do this all the time. Every day, baby," he rasps, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure, completely lost in the sensation. Each thrust seems to pull the words from his lips as if he can’t hold back, his body trembling with how good it feels. The thought of having you like this, over and over, only spurs him on, his pace quickening as he grinds against you, desperate to make this moment last forever.

Unable to handle the sensation, your hands grab his shoulder and grip them for dear life. Choso doesn’t let up his pace, in fact he increases it, pounding your poor little cunt with no remorse. His mind is foggy, everything just feels and looks so so good, he’s not even thinking when he shoves his fingers in your mouth, digits pressing down on your tongue and swirling around in the spit.

“Your gonna let me use you when ever I want right? Gotta lot of time to make up for, you gonna be a good girl and always make me feel good right?”

~

☆ Sukuna Ryomen: Lord have mercy

It depends.

Its either the longest no-break sex marathon of your life or 6 even seven rounds with small breaks in between.

Unfortunately, Sukuna is a sadist, it's a headcanon that he might prioritize his pleasure over yours. Combine that with his godly stamina and you have an insane combo.

Kneeling helplessly, both your wrists pinned behind you by just one of Sukuna’s powerful arms, you can only brace yourself as he thrusts into you from behind, each powerful movement sending shockwaves through your body as he effortlessly controls your every breath, your every tremble.

"C-cant do this!" you cry, your voice breaking as Sukuna's grip tightens around your wrists, holding you firmly in place. Your legs are sore from this kneeling position and the angle that his cock hits you is so euphoric it's almost painful from the sheer collision. Sukuna chuckles darkly, his pace relentless as he leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your neck.

"Oh, but you will," he growls, each word dripping with wicked amusement, his hips driving into you harder. "You don’t have a choice."

You can only wail in response, the sound escaping your lips uncontrollably as the overwhelming pleasure consumes you. Every thrust sends a wave of heat surging through your body, your mind going blank as Sukuna fills you completely, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. The pressure builds with each deep, forceful stroke, your body trembling beneath him, and all you can do is surrender to the intense, all-encompassing bliss that threatens to pull you under.

"Such a good girl, you're a natural submissive, aren't you? Or maybe you just loved being fucked like the slut you are."

How much time has passed? You can’t even tell anymore—everything blurs together in a haze of pleasure and heat. The rhythm of Sukuna’s relentless pistoning becomes the only thing grounding you, your mind foggy and lost as your body responds to him instinctively. Each second feels stretched out, an eternity of raw sensation as you teeter on the brink, utterly consumed by the moment.

"Gonna fuck you like this till I’ve had my fill, got that?" Sukuna’s voice is a low, dangerous growl in your ear, the words sending a shiver down your spine as he presses deeper.