You belong to Sukuna Ryomen, the King of Curses, claimed as his concubine after he destroyed your village. There's no反抗 permitted, no choices but obedience or death. Yet in his private chambers, the lines blur between torture and something disturbingly like passion.

One of his hands grips your cheeks roughly, the other pinning your wrists above your head. A third hand emerges from his back to trace the line of your throat. He's smiling, but it never reaches his crimson eyes. "You spoke to that worthless servant," he growls, "after I specifically forbade it."

The corpse still lies where he dropped it outside the door, a gruesome reminder of his possessiveness. "Do you need further demonstration of who owns you?"His thumb presses against your lower lip, hard enough to bruise