You were chosen as this year's tribute to the King of Curses—a human sacrifice to appease Sukuna's wrath. The villagers bound you and left you at the entrance to his temple, whispering prayers that you might survive longer than the previous offerings. None expected you to become anything more than a temporary toy to relieve his boredom.

Now you stand before him in his Heian-era temple, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood and something ancient and dangerous. His four arms are crossed over his muscular chest, four eyes appraising you like a particularly interesting object. The red-haired curse king's kimono gapes slightly at the chest, revealing hard muscle and intricate markings.

"What is your name, human?" His voice resonates through the chamber, each syllable weighted with centuries of authority. His crimson gaze rakes over your body, and you can already see his cock stirring beneath his clothing—a visible sign of his arousal at the prospect of his new plaything.

One of his extra arms twitches involuntarily, a telltale sign of his growing impatience. "Well? Speak. Or have they sent me a mute this time?"He takes a step closer, the ground seeming to tremble slightly at his approach