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Sukuna, a man of few words, considers everything in life as meaningless. He’s never given much thought about his purpose of living. 

He lives plainly because he has to survive through the chaos that exists in his life. Therefore, he immediately shuts off his emotions to survive, deeming feeling any kind of emotion pointless. 

Most people wonder how Sukuna survived this long without expressing an ounce of emotion.

Maybe it’s something he was naturally born with, reacting indifferently to anything that happens around him, as if nothing ever phases him at all.

Perhaps it’s because of the lack of a grandeur childhood the universe bestowed upon him.

Sukuna’s childhood wasn’t the typical type filled with sunshine and rainbows of happiness, like what he hears from those annoying co-workers at his job. His ears bleed from their endless tangents of how their parents always catered to every single need of theirs. It’s clear how spoiled the idiots are, whining and complaining about every little task they are assigned to as if they need the director to hold their hand in order to complete their tasks.

Moreover, it’s absurd for careless imbeciles to be rewarded with high salary raises. At the same time, hard-working employees like Sukuna receive the bare minimum as he busts his ass in picking up the other co-workers slack in work.

Sukuna inhales deeply through his nostrils as his fingers fly across the keyboard. Synchronized clicking of the keys fills the stale air of the mundane office, and sunlight streams through the expansive window panel Sukuna’s desk faces as he finishes up another shitty report. One that a fellow co-worker could not complete themselves, so Sukuna was tasked to take over as usual.

He’s the slacker pick-upper in the entire department, where no one has as much knowledge of calculating and computing numbers as he does.

It’s a bizarre miracle he hasn’t gone insane and assassinated everyone who bugged the hell out of him in the past years of working at this company.

“Oi, Sukuna! A word?”

Scratch that. Today might be the day Sukuna commits murder.

Ignoring the cheery voice calling out to him, Sukuna continues typing. He doesn’t bother to tear his gaze from the computer screen as he senses a massive presence of doom hovering behind him as if waiting to attack once he looks into its evil eyes.

“What is it, Satoru?” Sukuna demands once he realizes the man will not leave without receiving the least bit of attention. Then again, he should’ve dug further into the reviews of Satoru Gojo as head CEO of Infinite Eyes Corporation before applying to work for him. He never knew the CEO could be such a pain in his ass. “Can’t you see with your damn eyes that I’m working?”

“When don’t I see you working?” His boss quips.

Sukuna shrugs. “Never.”

A long, obnoxiously loud sigh is all Sukuna hears before his monitor goes into a total blackout.

“What the fuck?!” Sukuna shoots from his chair, which violently rolls back on rickety-squeaky wheels. His head whirls to glare murderously at Satoru, who has a cunning smirk on his smug face. Satoru’s right hand casually twirls the cord of his desktop. His azure blue eyes mischievously peer over the black rim of his circular dark-tinted glasses, reminding Sukuna of a demon in disguise.

One he wishes he could quickly exorcize within an instant.

“Now that I finally have your attention.” Satoru beams, clapping happily as if he didn’t ruin a week’s work for Sukuna that he’ll have to start all over. “Here.” Letting go of the plug, Satoru hands over a crisp white envelope with a tiny script that reads: Sukuna Ryoumen.

Sukuna looks suspiciously down at the envelope and then back at his boss. “I am not accepting your love letter.”

Satoru clicks his tongue in a scolding manner. “Man, you are a cold-hearted bastard, aren’t you?”

The lanky, white-haired man swiftly dodges Sukuna’s punch, saving his head from being pulverized as air from the impact of Sukuna’s fist intensely tousles his hair. He cackles like a madman, enjoying the scowl engraved on Sukuna’s face.

“Okay, okay!” Satoru raises his hands in surrender before Sukuna attempts to hit him again. “Calm down, or else I’ll fire you.”

Sukuna narrows his eyes at the threat. “You wouldn’t even if you could.”

Satoru throws his head back, groaning in defeat as he says. “You got me there. What kind of boss would I be for firing one of my exceptional employees?”

Sukuna raises a brow. “Exceptional? Are you beginning to realize my skills and strengths, boss?”

“Why else wouldn’t I give you this reward you deserve?” Satoru states candidly.

Sukuna’s brows furrow, perplexed at the word he might’ve misheard. “Reward?”

Satoru makes an indistinct noise in the back of his throat as he shoves the envelope impatiently at Sukuna, who grabs it before it drops to the ground. He looks hopelessly at it once more, hesitant to know its contents.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!” Satoru urges.

Sukuna reluctantly obliges while grumbling under his breath. He rips the sealed lapel open, flips it up, and pulls out a tri-fold piece of paper tucked neatly inside. Unfolding it, he carefully reads the printed text and has to read it twice and a third time to validate that what he’s reading isn’t a figment of his imagination.

“Just a tiny fact about me,” Satoru leans against the corner of Sukuna’s desk with his arms crossed over his chest. He amusedly watches numerous expressions fly across Sukuna’s face as he reads the paper in his hands. “I don’t normally give these out to anyone.”

Sukuna turns to him, swallowing as he forces out a question.

“I’m being promoted?”

Satoru’s lips spread into a megawatt smile. “I believe it’s long overdue, don’t you think?”

Weary of rejoicing in delight, Sukuna interrogates to ascertain no hidden schemes behind Satoru’s actions. “This better not be a joke.”

Satoru’s smile turns upside-down. “I’m not that cruel of a boss to trick my employees.” He earnestly proclaims, taking off his shades as he stares directly into Sukuna’s eyes. “I see and hear everything my employees do for me, the good and bad deeds. As much as I cannot fire any lazy employee due to the elders in HR still having their clutches on this company, the least I can do is compensate for the hardships you underwent to get to where you’re at.”

Sukuna stays silent as he remembers that Satoru knows almost everything about him, including the dark aspects of his childhood, which have been locked up in the far back of his mind. He has learned not to dwell in the past, continuing to move forward as he matures through life’s upbringings and downfalls. He may not have had any parental guidance, but at least his hard work has been worthy enough to be recognized.

The corners of Sukuna’s mouth twitch into a ghost of a smile. “Thanks, boss.”

Satoru waves off his gratitude, dismissing it nonchalantly. “Sure, sure. It doesn’t mean for you to slack off, all right?” He stands upright to walk away confidently, like the egotistical CEO he is. “Oh, I almost forgot,” Satoru pauses mid-walking, turning on his heel to face Sukuna. His wicked grin becomes unsettling to Sukuna’s gut as he announces to the office floor. “Everyone, tonight we’re celebrating Sukuna’s promotion! I’ll send the details in the group chat. Attendance is mandatory. See you then!”

Before Sukuna could rush over to sucker-punch Satoru’s smug grin, he was surrounded by the entire department congratulating him on the promotion.

Sukuna vows to murder his boss before the end of the year.

…

Going out isn’t Sukuna’s forte. It’s too much of a hassle to plan where exactly he intended to attend, who was coming along, and how long the traveling would take to and from the destination. Sukuna also loathes when nothing goes according to plan, even after ensuring everything is thoroughly planned.

Henceforth, he much prefers staying in the comforts of his apartment. After a grueling work day, he quickly showers and prepares and eats dinner before bed. He also usually spends his weekends doing household chores and working out before returning to his apartment. Once in a while, he’ll be invited by some friends he has, and he’ll reluctantly go with them to the places they want to visit. But it’s only on his terms when he’s available.

Sadly, his boss, Satoru, does not care about his employee’s free time after work.

“Fucking white broom asshole.” Sukuna curses as he’s standing on the side of a building Satoru sent directions of in the department group text. The neon sign hanging from the side of the brick building stains his face in blaring hues of fuchsia, nearly blinding his eyes as he reads the cursive words: Paradise.

The humid summer evening breeze ruffles through Sukuna’s hair. He pushes back the stray strands that momentarily block his vision, glancing at men and women entering and leaving the building. Cars pass by, some screeching to a stop and blaring their horns as several people drunkenly run across the street without caring to go further down the block to use the crosswalk.

Laughter brings Sukuna’s attention to the group of co-workers huddled a few feet away, conversing about what awaits them in the modern brick building.

“This is the place, right?”

“I wonder if it’s a new restaurant.” An employee whines, rubbing their tummy. Sukuna rolls his eyes at their childish act. “I haven’t eaten anything today.”

A man with horribly dyed blonde hair scoffs. “It’s a strip club, moron.” Sukuna eyes Naoya Zenin, one of the most despicable beings ever. He stays clear of the man, hating how huge Naoya’s arrogance is. His endless bragging of being the sole heir to the Zenin Clan grates Sukuna’s nerves daily, wanting to remove his tongue to relieve his bleeding ears. Once, Naoya considered himself superior to anyone, including Sukuna, which ended badly for him.

Sukuna’s lips faintly curve into a grin, remembering Naoya’s frightened expression when he cornered him in the staff lounge. Threats were exchanged, which Sukuna guaranteed would haunt Naoya for the rest of his puny, pitiful life. Now that Sukuna will be in the same department as Naoya, he’s gonna have a thrill making his life a living hell.

Sukuna fishes out his cigarette pack, pulling one out and inserting it in his mouth. He finds his lighter deep in his slacks, flicking the button until a flame flickers strongly amongst the breezy air. Lighting up his cigarette, Sukuna continues to eavesdrop on his mindless co-workers.

“—hope to get lucky tonight.”

“It’s too bad that I have to go home soon. I’m on babysitting duty,” A middle-aged employee sighs.

“Your wife doesn’t need to know. There’s no harm in having some fun tonight.” Someone else cheers him up.

Sukuna inhales before exhaling a cloud of smoke that dissipates into the atmosphere. He hopes these assholes rot in hell.

“What about you, Sukuna?” Naoya’s taunting voice yanks Sukuna’s head back to the dreadful present. He tilts his head as his sharp brown eyes glint dangerously under the neon light. “Anything you wish to receive tonight?”

Sukuna hums, slightly shaking the cigarette wand with a flick of his wrist. Specks of ash drop near his polished boots. “A peaceful time without you idiots ruining it.” Sukuna smiles with all his pearly white teeth on display.

The co-workers frown while several, including Naoya, glower at him.

“Yo, I’m here!” Satoru announces his arrival enthusiastically, like the noisy dummy he is. He has switched his work black suit outfit to a nicely ironed blue sky dress shirt rolled at the elbows with brown trousers that end at his ankles. Even though his eyes are covered by those ridiculous designer shades, Satoru still attracts strangers’ attention, which is a mixture of awe and envy. Sukuna scoffs quietly, never needing to be a gaudy peacock like Satoru. He would rather not waste another outfit just for a work outing, remaining in his work attire he had worn today.

“Finally, Satoru.” Naoya greets him, flashing a feigned, polite smile. “We were beginning to wonder if you might’ve ditched us.”

“Oh, trust me, dear cousin. I’d never abandon you like someone we both know of.” Satoru’s smile turns deadly. 

Naoya’s smile falls, causing Sukuna to sputter in laughter. He quickly masks it by coughing when Naoya’s glare aims at him. It is a true blessing that Satoru and Naoya are related so that Sukuna can be entertained at work.

“Now, then!” Satoru claps his hands to gather everyone’s attention like kindergarteners on a field trip. “Enough with the frowns and moping. After handling a long month of tiring work, let's have some fun tonight!”

The group cheers except for Sukuna, who takes one last deep inhale of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground and smashing it under his combat boot to extinguish the blazing stub. Sukuna then notices the team head inside the building, passing by a tall, muscular bouncer wearing odd circular emerald green goggles. His blonde hair gelled back fully displays his angular stony expression.

As everyone disperses, Sukuna debates in making a quick escape, but Satoru slings an arm around his neck, hauling him closer to the entrance.

“Sukuna! Glad you could make it.” Satoru says happily. His grin causes another urge for Sukuna to slap his ridiculous face. “I hope you’re not leaving so soon. The party hasn’t even started yet!”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” Sukuna deadpans as they near the bouncer, who glimpses at them. A flicker of recognition appears on his face once the bouncer notices Satoru.

“Nanami!” Satoru salutes. “Long time no see, old friend.”

The bouncer grimaces in disdain. “I should’ve known it was you bringing in a whole pack of wolves tonight.” Sighing, he steps to the side to allow Satoru and Sukuna in. “Make sure to keep your dogs on a leash, alright?”

“I didn’t know bondage was one of your kinks, Nanami.” Satoru impishly states.

Nanami stares blankly at him. Not saying another word that causes Satoru to roll his eyes.

“Fine, fine! I’ll make sure my subordinates are on their best behavior.” Satoru promises as he tows Sukuna past the corridor, bidding a quick farewell to Nanami. “Catch ya later, Nana.”

Sukuna hears the bouncer mumble something unintelligible, but he doesn’t ruminate on it too much as Satoru guides him down the dimmed hall. The burgundy carpet muffles their steps as they stride deeper into the building, making Sukuna wonder how long the hallway is.

“Oh, don’t be so glum, Suku!” Satoru’s moniker aggravates a nerve inside of Sukuna as his arm remains locked around his neck, forcing Sukuna to bend slightly at the knees to walk awkwardly at the same height as his boss. “It’s not every night your dearly beloved boss treats the entire team for the evening.”

Having enough violation of personal space, Sukuna shakes Satoru’s lanky limb off before he rips it off with his bare hands. “At a strip club, no less?”

“What better place to wind down and be catered to by lovely angels within your grasp?” Satoru mutters as he continues leading the way down the hall.

Sukuna stops briefly, deliberating on Satoru’s remark. As far as he knows, no woman has ever been intriguing enough to captivate Sukuna’s interest. Sure, he’s seen many women leer at him with full-blown lust whenever he strolls around downtown. Others have strutted up to him confidently, claiming him to be the most handsome man on the planet while promising to rock his night. Sukuna has turned every woman down, uncaring if they cry or scream angrily at him for breaking their heart. He’s never been interested in any woman, so why would Satoru reserve this place as a team outing?

As Sukuna deliberates more about sneaking out, he eventually becomes aware of Satoru disappearing behind a red velvet curtain at the end of the hall. Curiosity wins him over, and Sukuna follows, halting when he reaches the other side of the curtain.

The saccharine scent of perfume, varying from floral notes of rose, sweet jasmine, and other aromas, swarms Sukuna’s senses, flooding the entire expanse of the strip club's modern interior. Walls painted in burgundy are embellished with intricate gold efflorescent patterns that blend perfectly with the enormous crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the room. The soft lighting of the chandelier produces thousands of prisms of rainbows that taint the walls into explosions of color, adding another layer of radiance to the strip. Soft jazz from the band playing on the stage adorned with merlot curtains folded with golden tassels sets the ambiance of tranquility. In contrast, some women dressed in frilly lace babydoll sets dance to the rhythm on the catwalk made of tempered glass connected to the stage.

Sukuna’s eyes roam around the strip, realizing the atmosphere here isn’t like the stereotypical strip clubs polluted with smoke and stench of liquor. This place is almost like…paradise compared to other strip clubs. Every inch of the floor is pristine, without a blotch of dirt. Both male and female patrons sit around the white-clothed tables with exquisite decor. They converse amongst each other, drinking from their champagne glasses that glitter like diamonds with the fuzzy gold liquid. Women, dressed in translucent lacey babydoll dresses and heels, walk gracefully between the tables, serving the guests with trays of beverages or meals. Several women mingle with the clients, sitting on the seats beside them, while very few are brave enough to sit on their laps as they listen to endless chatter. What surprises Sukuna is that no one has been handsy on any of the women.

Sukuna hums, intrigued by the new-found information, as he trails behind Satoru, who cheekily winks and waves at women who giggle behind their hands with flushed cheeks. Some women greet Sukuna flirtily or stare lustfully at him, but he pays them no mind as he follows Satoru to a table where the rest of the team has already been seated. A lady dressed in a mauve laced-up corset connected to a short, white frilled skirt with black laced patterned high stockings and shiny obsidian high-heeled loafers stands by the table, jotting something down on her tiny notebook.

“Utahime!” Satoru calls out as they come nearer.

The woman’s body goes rigid, and then her head slowly rises. A faded scar on the right side of her face runs across the bridge of her nose, ending just amid her left cheek. Her brown eyes lose all warmth once she sees Satoru.

“Bastard,” Utahime growls.

“Hello, sweetheart.” Satoru opens his arms, walking closer as if to hug the hostess, but Utahime immediately steps to the side with her pen clutched tightly in her fist.

“Why on earth are you here?” She questions curtly as she continues jotting down on her small notebook.

Satoru pouts, crossing his arms like a spoiled pup who had been told his favorite chew toy was off-limits. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?”

Utahime sneers. “We’re hardly acquaintances, Satoru.”

“Harassing my employees again, Satoru. When will you ever learn?” Another feminine voice inquires as a woman dressed in a raven black-tailored one-suit approaches them. Her heels click rhythmically against the polished tiles. Her straight brunette hair frames her face that sports vague bags under her eyes, reminding Sukuna of a past version of himself being sleep-deprived during his first month working at Satoru’s company. Sukuna also spots a beauty mark under her right eye.

“Shoko!” Utahime screams jovially as she throws herself at the other woman, her arms hanging around her neck. The unlit cigarette in Shoko’s mouth moves to the other side before Uthamime rubs her cheek against hers. “Please save me from this horrible man.”

Satoru crosses his arms, frowning deeply. “Since when have I ever harassed you or anyone?”

Shoko raises a brow. “Don’t you remember back in high school—”

“Unfortunately, I suffer from short-term memory loss,” Satoru cuts her off.

“That’s not the only thing you suffer from,” Utahime says under her breath, too low to be heard over the music playing in the club.

“Did you hear something, Shoko?” Satoru hums in question as he cups his ear to hear what Uthamime said earlier. “I thought I heard the trash talk.”

A terrifying murderous glint appears in Utahime’s eyes, her lips curling into a snarl. “I’ll show you who’s trash—” She releases her arms from Shoko’s neck and prepares to lunge at Satoru with her claws out like a feral cat ready to tear his flesh. Within the next second, Shoko hooks an arm around Uthamime’s waist and yanks her back to her side.

“Please, leave my girlfriend alone, or I’ll kick you and your dogs out,” Shoko warns, her voice carrying authority.

“Okay, okay, I’ll behave.” Satoru placates the distressed brunette. His index finger crosses the area where his heart is located. “I swear on my life.”

Shoko grunts while Utahime narrows her eyes in distrust. “Let me know if you need anything.” Shoko pecks Utahime’s left cheek and then nods to Satoru and Sukuna. “Enjoy your evening, gentlemen.”

When she disappears, Satoru’s lips split into a contemptuous grin as he redirects his attention to Utahime. “Oh, sweetheart.”

Utahime grits her teeth as she meets his eyes, and a smile is forced on her face. “Is there something you want, Satoru?”

“It’s actually for my friend here.” Satoru slaps Sukuna’s back hard, disregarding the offended glare targeted at him. “Tonight, we’re celebrating him and his accomplishments. And I was wondering if you could give him the Special Treat.”

Utahime glances at Sukuna and then returns her bored gaze to Satoru, who looks back at her with pleading eyes. Shortly afterward, Utahime lets out a resigned sigh and jerks her head to the other side of the room as she calls Sukuna.

“Follow me.”

She turns without hearing a response from Sukuna, nearly vanishing amongst the crowded tables. Before she recedes from view, Sukuna glances at Satoru, who simply winks at him with encouragement.

Well, there’s no way Sukuna can leave now.

Sending one last glare toward Satoru’s way, Sukuna quickly takes off after Utahime before he loses sight of her in the club. She leads him farther from the club's main area, passing the crowded bar where a young spiky-haired bartender prepares and serves drinks to the patrons waiting nearby. The size of the crowd shrinks the closer they approach the western section of the club until there’s no one else except Utahime and Sukuna.

Sukuna catches sight of an entryway closed off with a gold stanchion barrier. A lone security guard donned in all-black attire stands before the stanchion. His muscular figure is nearly the same height as Sukuna, exemplifying his stature of power as a security guard. His intense teal gaze surveys the entire perimeter of the club, stopping shortly upon Utahime as they draw nearer. The guard’s mouth curves into a smirk, elongating the scar on the corner of his right lip.

“Another fresh meat tonight?”

Utahime rolls her eyes while Sukuna silently raises a brow regarding the guard’s cryptic remark.

“Just keep an eye out for stranglers, okay, Toji?” Utahime says tiredly.

“Your wish, my command, sweetheart.” The guard, Toji, winks.

Utahime sends him a dirty look. “Thank the heavens Megumi isn’t as insufferable as you.”

Toji chuckles as he unclips the red rope between the gold posts, allowing them to enter. “Tell him to save me a drink.”

“He’s your son—tell him yourself.” Utahime marches past him, ignoring Toji’s cackling as Sukuna trails after her. They stride down the long red-carpeted hall; mahogany doors with glossy gold doorknobs line up on either side of the hallway. The lightning from the chandeliers suspended over their heads guides them down the dim passageway. It isn’t long until Utahime stops at the door in the far right corner of the hall. Sukuna reads the number 1031 engraved on the gold plaque plastered in the center of the door.

Opening the door, Utahime gestures for Sukuna to enter first. Stepping past the threshold, Sukuna checks out the quaint room furnished with a couch protruding from the nook of the wall across the doorway. Small red velvet pillows are assembled strategically on the couch; the mirror on the wall is adjacent to the sofa. A mini wooden table is placed in the center of the U-curved sofa, with a brass candelabra filled with five lit candles as decor. A crystal chandelier dangles above the area, adding a magical facet to the room. Another mirror, more massive than the former one, is nailed to the opposite wall from the sofa; a large black leather chaise is positioned in front of it. A few picture frames are sparsely situated on the walls, depicting abstract art in the strokes of an expert painter.

“Your angel for tonight will arrive shortly,” Utahime informs Sukuna. “She will tell you what is allowed and forbidden. Please abide by her rules, or you’ll be kicked out of Paradise.”

Sukuna discerns her stern gaze, matching the underlying hint of concern hidden deep beneath her warning.

“Understood,” he says.

Utahime exhales as her eyes soften, akin to gratitude for Sukuna’s promise.
 
“Make yourself comfortable. Enjoy your evening’s Special Treat.” She exits the room with the door closing behind her. 

Sukuna heads to the chaise, finding it more comfortable than the U-curved sofa. Sitting down, he gazes around the room and waits.

Time passes, and there’s no sign of the woman coming in. Sukuna heaves in a huge sigh, glancing down at his watch and discovering that nearly an hour has passed.

“Where the fuck is she?” Sukuna growls, tapping the heel of his foot vigorously on the polished white marble floors. With every minute slipping by, his impatience grows indefinitely. Sukuna extremely despises running late to places he needs to be, especially if he’s the one who has to wait on someone who’s delayed in meeting with him at the agreed time.

His patience wears thin until it’s a measly thread snapping effortlessly when the hour passes. Sukuna cannot wait any longer. He should’ve gone home when the opportunity was given to him.

Standing up, Sukuna stomps to the door, ready to give Satoru a piece of his mind for this trickery and return to the comforts of his home.

Suddenly, the door opens.

A timid, high-pitched voice engulfs Sukuna’s ears like melodious bells ringing beautifully.

“Oh! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for long.”

Sukuna’s retort dissolves on his tongue as his eyes fall upon the most ethereal angel to ever exist in this universe. A woman clumsily walks into the room, her knees wobbling slightly like a newborn foal in her dainty white heels. Sukuna’s jaw slackens, nearly dropping to the ground as he drinks in the delicate lace babydoll set snugly fitted on the woman’s curvaceous figure. Every inch of her enticing curves is beautifully accentuated by the lingerie set. Sukuna’s throat immediately dries up like the Sahara Desert as his eyes travel down to the woman’s deep cleavage, admiring the durability of the pastel pink corset top to withhold the woman’s teats that are dangerously threatening to pop out at a wrong move. Sukuna gets a glimpse of the sliver of the woman’s soft belly pouch peeking under the corset, losing all oxygen in the next instant. His eyes drift downward to the rouge pink garter belts tightly clasped on the woman’s thighs. Sukuna’s hands twitch with the abnormal urge to squeeze the extra sun-kissed flesh of the woman’s thighs pooling over the rim of the white stockings the garter belts are attached to.

The heels add some height for the woman, but her tiny form is completely swallowed by Sukuna’s looming shadow; her head barely reaches Sukuna’s chest.

“A-are you okay, sir?”

Sukuna’s eyes dart back up, getting sucked into the woman’s golden hazel gaze. Her eyes remind him of a tigress, enchanting yet dangerous if provoked wrongly. Her hair is tinted in the shade of Sakura petals, which makes Sukuna wonder if it feels as soft as it appears. It is styled in a pixie cut with an undercut dyed in chestnut brown; the hairstyle perfectly frames her heart-shaped face. Sukuna identifies two small crescent scars under the outer corner of the woman’s eyes. A light application of shimmery pink eye shadow with smoky eyeliner and mascara enhances the woman’s eyes, transforming her into an enchantress, luring Sukuna to taste her plump lips stained in clear lip gloss.

“Are you here for the Special Treat?”

Sukuna nods dumbly, still entrapped in the woman’s hypnotizing gaze.

“And what do you want for tonight?” The woman asks.

“You.”

Heavy silence inflates the room until the needle of comprehension pops it, allowing the fog to clear in Sukuna’s brain as he grasps what he said.

Shit. 

Harmonious giggles stop Sukuna from drowning further in embarrassment. He stares at the woman’s delectable tanned skin illuminated under the soft glow of the chandelier.

“Sorry, sweetie. I’m not on the menu tonight.” The woman apologetically smiles. No hint of offense is apparent in her voice.

Sukuna takes note of mirth twinkling in her golden gaze. He decides to play along for a change. 

“That’s a fucking shame because you’d be my all-time favorite special,” he says, his tone dropping an octave lower.

It’s enough to turn the woman’s cheeks red as ripened apples, amplifying her stunning beauty and fueling Sukuna’s curiosity to see how far that blush travels on her body.

“Your flattery can’t change my mind,” the woman asserts, raising a brow as she continues to explain. “Rules are rules.”

Sukuna hums contemplatively. “That may be true.” Then, an idea sparks the lightbulb in his mind as he says, “But is it okay to ask you for only one thing for tonight?”

The woman looks at him with skepticism, hesitant to hear his request. “And that is?”

“Your name.” Sukuna watches the woman blink in total surprise at his bewildering response. “It’s only reasonable that I know the angel's name accompanying me tonight.”

The woman’s cheeks intensify in their former red color, reminding Sukuna of delectable cherries. “Yuuji,” she tells him timidly.

“Yuuji,” Sukuna repeats, testing how smoothly the woman’s name rolls off his tongue. “Healing, caring.”

The woman’s brows furrow as her face scrunches up in confusion.

Cute. Sukuna thinks quietly. “The meaning of your name.” He points out. “It translates to abundant, helping, and brave.” 

Yuuji’s mouth forms into a perfect ‘o’, manifesting inappropriate images in Sukuna’s mind for a fleeting moment. “I never knew that…” Then, her lips perk up into a beaming smile. “You’re very intelligent, Mr…”

“Sukuna.”

“Sukuna.” Sukuna finds it difficult to function with his entire body as he stands still as a statue in utter awe of how Yuuji pronounces his name as eloquently as an angelic deity calling out to him at the gates of heaven. “And what does your name mean, Sukuna?” Yuuji wonders, folding her arms behind her back. She leans forward, her breasts barely brushing against his chest. Her head tilts upward to stare into Sukuna’s eyes properly.

Sukuna lowers his head, tempted to close the distance to taste Yuuji’s tantalizing full lips. “Two-faced spirit.” His mouth quirks up at the corner into an amused smirk as he observes Yuuji’s honey eyes glow with amazement. “Based on Japanese mythology, my name derived from the ancient demonic deity, King of Curses, in the Heian Era. It’s also why I decided to get tribal markings on my body that are symbolic to the King of Curses, himself.” He gestures to the tattoos on either side of his face. The rest of Sukuna’s body is also inked, which surprises him that Satoru still hired him and never ordered him to cover up his tattoos.

“Oh, wow,” Yuuji mutters, her voice completely in astonishment. “Your parents must’ve been historians to name you after a powerful god.”

Sukuna’s smirk instantly reverts into a grim line as he reluctantly withdraws from Yuuji's proximity. Crossing his arms over his chest, he averts his eyes elsewhere as he bleakly says. “Yeah, probably.”

Yuuji’s head inclines to the side, quietly studying Sukuna’s abrupt reaction. “Well, what are you in the mood for this evening, my King?”

Sukuna’s eyes return to Yuuji. Her lips are upturned into a gentle smile, which causes Sukuna’s rigid body to lax almost instantaneously. Moreover, he cannot admit how grateful he is for her to change the subject, which seems to dampen the mood.

“It doesn’t have to be something extraneous. We can simply…” Yuuji pauses, seeming to ponder for a moment. “Talk.”

“Talk?” Sukuna wonders.

Yuuji nods. “We, Angels, normally don’t prefer to participate in anything risque unless our guests feel up to it. Moreover, consent is greatly essential for both parties.”

“How long do we have until the night is over?” Sukuna inquires, masking his eagerness to spend the rest of his evening with this mesmerizing woman.

“I believe there’s enough time to get to know each other.” Yuuji struts to a crystal tray by the wall beside her. Sukuna’s eyes instantly become captivated by her hips swaying side-to-side, his throat constricting at the prominent jiggling of her ass. The lace thong of the babydoll set impeccably fits every inch of her perky behind, forcing Sukuna’s resolve to fissure with unbearable temptation in groping her ass.

Yuuji chooses two wine glasses while her fingers flit across the few champagne bottles on the tray before grabbing an appealing one. Spinning on her heel, she wiggles the glasses and wine bottle.

“Care to join me for refreshments, my King?”

Sukuna grins impishly as he strides over to her and takes both champagne glasses from her hand. Their fingers graze against each other briefly, electric shocks zinging through contact that leave a tingling warmth behind.

“I’d be quite honored.” Sukuna then gently grasps Yuuji’s vacant hand and kisses the back of it while capturing every second of her flustered expression through half-lidded eyes. “M’lady.”

Yuuji giggles as she escorts him to the leather chaise lounge, patting the empty spot beside her. “Come, sit. Tell me about yourself.”

Sukuna obliges, sighing deeply as he sits down. “I was forced out of free will to come here.” He amusingly watches Yuuji attempt to open the champagne bottle but fails to do so. Not wanting to see her struggle any longer, he offers his hand. Yuuji glances at him and hands over the bottle to him with a sheepish grin. Sukuna expertly opens the champagne bottle, the cork launching out of place with a loud pop. Yuuji squeaks in surprise, her hands covering her eyes while pressing herself closer to Sukuna.

Sukuna looks over at her as champagne oozes out of the bottle, sizzling faintly in the room. The edges of his lips rise into a mirthful smirk. “It’s over now, princess,” Sukuna says as he pours champagne into a glass.

Yuuji peeks through her fingers, then allows her hands to fall away from her face once Sukuna places the filled wine glass in front of her. She sheepishly smiles, thanking him quietly.

“You were forced to come here?” Yuuji asks.

Sukuna hums as he pours some champagne for himself. “My idiot of a boss decided to celebrate my promotion here.”

Yuuji gasps. “Oh, that’s wonderful news!” She congratulates him.

Sukuna grunts. “I suppose it is.”

Sukuna senses Yuuji studying him again. “You don’t seem happy.” Damn, this woman is more observant than he initially thought. “Why?”

Sukuna holds the wine glass, rotating it swiftly by its stem. He idly watches the fuzzy liquid inside oscillate in perfect rhythm. “It’s something too minimal to get excited over. Besides, it’s an award long overdue for me.” Sukuna repeats Satoru’s words, tasting the bitterness of the truth on his tongue.

Silence falls upon them temporarily. “I think everything deserves to be celebrated,” Yuuji proclaims. She smiles ardently. “Even the tiniest things that seem invaluable.”

Sukuna scoffs lightly, deeming the woman’s high-spirited persona far more than entertaining. “Even the worthless small things,” he mutters. 

Yuuji’s smile widens, raising her wine glass to a toast. “To new beginnings,” she salutes.

Sukuna raises his glass, mirroring Yuuji’s grin with a somber one. “To new beginnings.”

…

Sukuna spends the rest of his time talking to Yuuji about anything and everything. Though it’s mainly Yuuji carrying on the conversation, Sukuna gradually becomes engaged as time passes. Usually, the other person talks his ear off into boredom. However, Yuuji maintains the ability to capture Sukuna in absolute entertainment. Her hands enthusiastically move with every word pouring out of her full lips, her eyes shining like unearthed topaz jewels that reflect her emotions about any topic she spoke, sustains Sukuna highly intrigued in his seat.

Unfortunately, their time together ends all too soon. Yuuji escorts him out of the room, leading the way down the hall while Sukuna sulks inwardly.

“Well, it was a pleasure being with you, Sukuna,” Yuuji says once they’re standing at the VIP rooms' main entrance.

Sukuna nods. “Thank you for your company tonight, Yuuji.”

Another bright smile forms on Yuuji’s face, its radiance blinding Sukuna for a minute. An awkward silence fills the air between them as Sukuna is clueless about what to do. His feet remain glued to the floor, illustrating his longing to stay with Yuuji’s heart-warming presence. He stares into those enthralling pair of fiery honey eyes, falling deeper into their depths as his chest throbs with every drum of his heartbeat.

Sukuna doesn’t know what this peculiar feeling is.

“Sorry to interrupt, you two lovebirds.” Toji cuts in, his tone unapologetic. He leans against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He turns to Yuuji, gesturing with his head to the side. “You’re needed in the back, Mama Yuuji.”

Something ugly coils in Sukuna’s chest, hearing the guard call Yuuji that nickname.

“Ah, okay.” Yuuji looks back at Sukuna, waving. “Have a good night, Sukuna. And congratulations on your promotion!” She says as she hurries back to the main area of the club. Sukuna watches her leave until she is lost within the crowded area of tables filled with patrons and other Angels walking around serving them.

“Did ya enjoy your night, fresh meat?” Toji questions curiously.

Sukuna scowls as he looks at the security guard. “What’s it to you?”

“Hey, I’m just stating the obvious.” Toji points at Sukuna, his lips curving into a smirk. “You’ve got that lovesick expression—the same one I had when I first met my wife.”

Sukuna blinks, shocked at the revelation the security guard has hurtled at him.

“If you’re curious about wanting another night.” Sukuna glances down at a shiny black card between Toji’s index and middle finger. He cautiously grabs it, reading the marigold cursive design Paradise. Flipping it to the backside, there’s a set of numbers glimmering in gold under the lightning of the chandeliers. “Just call to reserve a spot, but do it quick. Slots fill out fast, especially with Mama Yuuji,” Toji adds.

Sukuna slips the card into his pants pocket, then takes out a wad of cash and gives it to Toji. “Give this to Yuuji when you see her.”

Toji’s left brow rises as he grabs the small pile of banknotes. His brows elevate in surprise as he flips through the yen bills. An obscure glint appears in his eyes as he grins crookedly.

“Will do, fresh meat.”

Sukuna grunts. His gaze lingers on where he last saw Yuuji venture off to before heading to the club exit without saying goodbye to his boss and co-workers. Satoru can call him if he needs to; besides, it’s the weekend, and he has no work until Monday. No one should bother him.

Sukuna catches the last subway to home, entering his apartment with a vast sigh whistling out of his lips. He has his own vehicle but traffic is horrendous especially in downtown Tokyo; gas prices are rising day by day too. He removes his office shoes, placing them beside another pair of tennis shoes before slipping into his slippers. Flipping the light switches on, he passes by the monochrome modern interior of his condo. Every inch of the space is sparsely decorated with home decor; Sukuna never strongly preferred decorating his apartment, no matter how often his colleagues pestered him. He plans to move when his lease ends, so why would he waste time and effort decorating his apartment?

The cityscape lights streaming through the window panel saturate the living room's entire area in diverse colors. Highlighting how vacant the apartment is even though an occupant is residing there.

Sukuna sighs again, turning to the left and down the short hall to enter his bedroom. Showering quickly, he changes into new clothes and gets ready for bed. Laying on his back, he stares at the white plastered ceiling while his mind recollects what transpired earlier today. Getting a promotion, Satoru throwing a celebration party, Yuuji at the club—

Yuuji.

The woman who Sukuna cannot seem to forget even after their interaction this past evening. It’s impossible to get rid of those compelling golden eyes, and whenever Sukuna closes them, he can see them in the far depths of his mind. He inhales deeply and smells faint notes of her lovely peach and cinnamon scent as if she’s lying beside him in bed. He can even hear her lovely laughter, her soft angelic voice that spurs his heartbeat into overdrive, nearly thumping out of his ribcage.

He’s slowly going insane all because of this darn woman.

Sukuna glances at his phone on the bedside table, his eyes drifting to the black card beside it. Temptation intensifies with every second that passes as his fingers twitch anxiously. Toji, the security guard, told him to call if he wanted to see her again.

It’s just a phone call to make a reservation.

It’s not such a difficult task to do.

Gritting his teeth, Sukuna forces himself to turn away and shuts his eyes as he pushes himself to sleep. He cannot allow himself to fall into selfish desires. He won’t.

But it couldn’t hurt to see Yuuji once more and erase these foreign emotions once and for all so he can live and sleep peacefully. Sukuna’s eyes reopen on the thought, pondering which side, rational or irrational, is more convincing.

Maybe one more reservation won’t be such a bad idea.

He immediately sits up, ignoring the bones of his spine popping under the sudden movement. His eyes darted to his phone on the bedside table and the black card beside it. Grabbing both items, Sukuna dials the phone number before he can even comprehend the following words out of his mouth.

“I’d like to make a reservation for next Friday and Saturday night with Mama Yuuji.”

…

Next Friday night, Sukuna sneaks away from his new co-workers’ invitation to a local bar. He sprints to the club, slowing down to a casual walk once he enters. In memory, his legs move independently, striding towards the VIP section, where he finds the same security guard from last time.

“Well, well,” Toji smirks as he unclips the rope. “Nice to see you again, fresh meat.”

Before Sukuna passes through, he asks. “Did you give it to her?”

Toji’s smirk grows, grating Sukuna’s nerves. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” His chin juts down the hall. “Same room like last time.”

Sukuna grunts in reply, advancing towards the room he was in at the last visit. He won’t admit to anyone if he fastened his pace to the room. Opening the door, Sukuna finds Yuuji sitting anxiously on the leather chaise with her hands clasped together. She’s wearing another babydoll set, which is tinted in pastel lilac with a white corset that consists of a sweetheart neckline, making her ample breasts more tantalizing. White bows are at either end of the garter belts latched to the white stockings embellished with lilac stitched roses.

“Sukuna.” Yuuji smiles. Sukuna believes it’s the best greeting he’s ever been blessed with. She pats the spot beside her, beckoning him to sit.

As he sits down, Sukuna intakes a deep whiff of Yuuji’s sweet vanilla and peach scent. “Evening, gorgeous.”

Yuuji’s smile widens, her cheeks resembling the soft petals of a pink rose. “Were you so eager to see me again?”

Sukuna quietly thanks her as she hands him a glass of wine. “Is it that obvious?”

“That depends on this.” Yuuji places the wad of yen bills on the table. Sukuna’s heart constricts painfully in his chest. “Toji mentioned that this was for me.”

Sukuna chugs the entire champagne, setting down the empty glass before replying cautiously in preparation for a rebuke. “I just wanted to give you something after granting me great company last time.”

Yuuji sighs. “Sukuna, while I do appreciate your generosity. I cannot accept this.”

Sukuna blinks, surprised. He had initially expected a rebuke. However, Yuuji seems to chide him, as a mother would to her child who is still learning from right and wrong: no harsh scolding, simply gentle correction. Not to mention, this is the first time someone ever denied a payment from him.

It is quite bizarre which further proves Yuuji is an enigma.

“You must,” Sukuna insists.

Yuuji shakes her head, pushing the yen pile towards him. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s too much!” Yuuji squeaks when Sukuna slides it back to her. She tries to return it to him, but Sukuna prevents any more futile attempts by trapping both her hands in his. He silently marvels at how his hands are nearly three times larger than hers. His callous palms are also a stark contrast to her smooth hands. “Sukuna,” Yuuji warns when Sukuna expertly maneuvers the wad of yen back into her palms but keeps her hands encased in his.

“Let’s make a deal,” Sukuna suggests, waiting until he receives Yuuji’s full attention. “We do not have to do anything you don’t like whenever I visit. As you said, both parties must consent. It’s one of the rules here, right?”

“Yes.” Yuuji waits for him to continue, listening attentively.

“Then, that’s it. We can just talk during our time together.” Sukuna concludes.

Yuuji looks at him with hints of skepticism, her brows furrowing in the center. “Just talk?”

Sukuna nods. “Yes.”

“Nothing more?”

“Not unless you suggest otherwise.”

Yuuji bites her lower lips. She glances down at their interlocked hands where the money is buried under. “You don’t need to pay me every time you visit.”

“But I want to.” Sukuna nearly pleads. Yuuji’s head snaps up. Her golden honey eyes leave Sukuna breathless for a split second, able to function his brain to formulate a proper, coherent explanation. “I apologize if I overstepped your boundaries. I understand if you were offended and have every right to be mad at me.” Sukuna pauses as he shamefully confesses. “I just want to provide you with everything you need.”

Silence lingers in the small space between them like a thick blanket on a summer’s night. Tension builds until it suffocates Sukuna, causing him to have second thoughts about his offer. Perhaps he has been too forward, but who can blame him for wanting to spend every second of his limited time with a woman like Yuuji?

Yuuji sighs heavily. “So, do I need to sign the contract with my blood to seal the deal?”

Sukuna looks at her strangely. “Why do you need blood?”

Yuuji shrugs. “Isn’t that how contracts with the King of Curses are officiated?”

Boisterous laughter bursts from Sukuna’s mouth. He throws his head back, unable to control the chuckles rumbling from his chest that ricochet off the walls of the VIP room. From the corner of his left eye, Yuuji’s bedazzling smile melts his cold heart.

…

From that night, the pact between Yuuji and Sukuna was initiated at once. No blood was involved, though it soon became their inside joke.

Every Friday night, right after work, Sukuna heads to Paradise and spends every second until closing time with Yuuji. His co-workers from the new department he had been promoted to occasionally invite him to local bars on some Friday nights, but Sukuna always turns them down and leaves without further explanation. He also plans his reservations accordingly, calling by the end of the month and paying upfront for all Friday and weekend evenings with Yuuji. Sukuna quickly became a regular, and Toji allowed him access, greeting him every time with his annoying smirk as Sukuna entered the VIP section.

Yuuji had brought up the issue of Sukuna spending so much for reservations, plus the extra money he gives her after every visit. But his response remains the same.

“Let me provide what you need.”

Yuuji never verbally protests again, though she warily eyes the pile of yen bills as if she has laser eyes to vaporize it. 

Most weekends, Sukuna sits beside Yuuji, discussing nonsensical topics that would’ve bored him to death, but Yuuji manifests all of their conversations like a true magician. Her magical powers captivate every ounce of Sukuna’s attention, his eyes never straying from the emotions reflected in her enchanting honey eyes and the myriad expressions she holds for every story she narrates.

As nearly all Friday and weekend nights are reserved, Sukuna and Yuuji become more acquainted. They learn about their interests and dislikes, discovering several commonalities between them. However, a couple of facts about Yuuji have Sukuna astounded.

“You like horror movies?”

“Love. Not like.” Yuuji corrects him as she takes another sip of her wine. Her body sits side-to-side by Sukuna on the leather chaise. Over time, their bodies lean towards each other like magnets, unable to resist the strong force pulling them together. Sukuna ignores the electric shocks zapping through his body every time Yuuji’s arm brushes against the side of his torso, finding it difficult to restrain himself from wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her glued to his side. Instead, he slings his arm behind her, laying it on the backrest of the chaise. His fingertips dangle in the mere centimeter of space from her bare shoulder, tempting him to caress her flesh just for a moment.

“What is your favorite horror movie?” Sukuna asks.

Yuuji smiles. “Human Earthworm! The fourth film, if we’re being specific.”

Sukuna simply gives her a deadpan stare. “That’s not a horror film.”

“Yes, it is!” Yuuji argues.

“Horror movies have gore and violence,” Sukuna adds.

“Earthworm has that plus romance.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes playfully, accepting defeat quite easily. He eventually learned that Yuuji can be quite stubborn when getting what she wants. But it doesn’t hinder her charming personality. 

“A horror movie isn’t one with romance,” Sukuna states.

Yuuji pouts. “It doesn’t matter if it does have the slightest hint of romance in it. It’s still one of the greatest horror movies of all time!”

Sukuna scoffs gently. “Whatever the Queen declares,” he jokes and admires the rosy tint dusting on Yuuji’s cheeks.

“I’m not a queen,” Yuuji mutters solemnly.

Sukuna lowers his arm from the backrest of the chaise, draping it around the soft curve of Yuuji’s waist. He gently pulls her closer, feeling every shock of warmth zap from his fingertips that rest on the top of Yuuji’s mid-thigh.

Yuuji flinches, instantly drawing back from Sukuna’s touch as if it’s revolting. “Why don’t we call in for some more refreshments?”

Sukuna raises a brow, glancing at the three other unopened champagne bottles on the table. Turning back to Yuuji, he watches her clumsily stand on the black stilettos, her left foot teetering dangerously off-balance. His left hand shoots out lightning quick, seizing her wrist tightly as he stands simultaneously. Yuuji gasps as she stumbles forward, her face colliding into Sukuna’s chest. She raises her head as she timidly meets his gaze.

“Thank you.”

Her whisper twists Sukuna’s heart so peculiarly that his hands automatically plant themselves on her hips, never releasing her even after she regains balance. Her eyes don’t meet his straightforward, darting elsewhere as if she’s afraid to even look at him directly.

“What’s wrong?”

Yuuji blinks, startled by Sukuna’s abrupt question. “No-nothing.”

Sukuna narrows his eyes. “You’re lying.”

Yuuji guffaws. “I am not.”

“Yes, you are.” He insists. Yuuji shakes her head and steps back, nearly slipping from Sukuna’s hold, but her efforts are futile against a strong, agile man like him. His hands immediately grip tighter on her hips as if cementing them as steel clasps to maintain her in his grasp. Yuuji strains herself, thrashing in Sukuna’s unyielding grip as she places her hands on his chest, failing to push him away. She scowls when she realizes the man standing before her barely budges a muscle.

“Let me go, Sukuna.”

“Not unless you tell me what’s wrong.” Sukuna finds the fire in Yuuji’s eyes fascinating as if the sun were blazing in the universe. Alluring but deadly.

“Nothing is wrong with me,” Yuuji replies curtly.

“Liar.” Sukuna spits back at her, earning a scornful glare. “Is it so hard to admit the truth?”

“You want the truth?” Yuuji snaps, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’m too ugly to be a queen!”

Silence engulfs the room in bitter coldness as Yuuji sobs, her eyes screwed shut and her head bent in shame. Sukuna stands still as a statue, his grip on the broken-hearted angel going lax as he quietly listens to her woes.

“I don’t understand any of...this!” She gestures erratically between them. “You can have any other women here. They’re slimmer and prettier. Younger…” Her voice cracks beautifully like a broken harp, still playing its symphony of agony and longing. “They’re much more competent for a guy like you.”

Sukuna remains frozen, unable to utter a word as Yuuji continues.

“I’ve never been worried about my appearance, but when you started booking every night with me, I couldn’t help but feel like it was a joke. Why would a twenty year old guy want to spend their nights with a thirty-seven year old woman? Many young men like to take advantage of older women like me. But every word of our conversations, every laugh we share, everything happening between us feels genuine.” Yuuji claims as she stares at Sukuna with glossy golden honey eyes. “I am scared once you discover how unworthy I am for you.”

Having enough of seeing the fallen angel with her clipped wings wailing in his arms, Sukuna forces himself to console Yuuji. He isn’t a man with the perfect words of comfort, but he does know that actions speak louder than words.

Sukuna presses his lips against Yuuji’s mouth, silencing all her cries until they are mere, muffled sniffles. The taste of her lips are tainted with salt from her tears. He can’t resist kissing her deeper by tilting his head at a different angle, savoring every part of her plump lips that send chills up his spine. Reluctantly, he pulls away; he curses for having weak lungs that scream for oxygen. Though Yuuji’s flustered expression while she breathlessly stares back at him is worth the sight.

“Is that proof enough for you, dove?” Sukuna asks.

Yuuji grabs fistfuls of Sukuna’s garnet shirt. “I-I don’t know,” she mutters in between sniffles.

“Hmm.” Sukuna glances around the room, stopping when he spies the gold lattice-framed mirror on the wall several feet away from them. His lips spread into a wide smirk, delighted at the idea forming in his head. “Perhaps a proper demonstration is needed.”

Suddenly, Sukuna grabs Yuuji’s thighs and hoists her easily into the air. Yuuji shrieks as her legs automatically wrap around Sukuna’s lithe waist, locking at the ankles. At the same time, Sukuna’s hands grapple her ass to maintain her aloft while steadily striding towards the mirror.

“S-Sukuna!” Yuuji cries out.

Sukuna gracefully lowers her down, sliding his hands up to her hips once her feet touch safely back on the ground. Then, he spins her around with her back glued to his chest. Yuuji shakes her head, averting her eyes shamefully from their reflections.

“No.” Sukuna firmly grasps her chin, turning her head wholly back around. Yuuji obliges but with her eyes screwed shut. “Open your eyes.”

“Sukuna.” Yuuji whimpers.

Sukuna dislikes how Yuuji shivers violently in his arms as if frightened. He doesn’t want her to be afraid, especially of him.

“Yuuji.” Sukuna kisses Yuuji’s tender lobe before gently tugging it with his teeth. Releasing it with a pop, he hears a tiny mewl escaping from her lips. “Please, open your eyes. For me.”

Yuuji inhales. Her eyelids flutter open, exhibiting those enchanting honey eyes. The sheen layer of concealed tears illuminates her gaze like a pair of dazzling topaz gems. Sukuna is granted another rush of desire coiling in his loins as his hands squeeze tighter on Yuuji’s love handles.

“I need you to see what I see,” Sukuna tells her as his hands roam over every enticing curve, her fingers sliding under the white garter belts attached to the top of her stockings. He yanks onto them, forcing Yuuji to arch her back against him. Sukuna growls viciously when his clothed erect cock slides in between the slot of Yuuji’s ass, unable to resist the temptation of grinding against her.

“Sukuna.” Yuuji gasps as her head rolls back on Sukuna’s shoulder, diverting her eyes from the mirror.

“Look at me, dove.” Sukuna nudges her cheek with his nose, redirecting her attention to their reflection. “I need you to see what I have dreamt of doing to you.”

“A-and just what exactly did you dream of doing to me?” Yuuji asks tentatively.

Sukuna smirks when Yuuji meets his gaze in the mirror. “Why don’t I just show you?”

Grabbing her chin to turn her head towards him, Sukuna kisses Yuuji. Their lips dance softly, smacking together as they pull apart to stare into each other’s eyes. Sukuna dips his head back in, needing Yuuji’s lips against his like a man deprived of thirst for an eternity. He hungers for Yuuji as if his soul depended on her.

Wanting to test the waters, Sukuna prods Yuuji’s lips with the edge of his tongue in a silent plea for entry. He is a selfish man. He can easily take what he wants, but he would rather die than scare Yuuji. He doesn’t want to hurt her; he forbids it.

Somehow, the universe deems Sukuna as good enough in his life when Yuuji hesitantly parts her mouth wide enough for Sukuna’s tongue to slide through. She rests her hand delicately on his cheek, stroking its sharp planes inked of tattoos that ignite the flame of desire in Sukuna’s gut.

Sukuna withdraws from Yuuji’s mouth yet, fortunately, drags his lips down the length of her throat, nipping at the junction of her neck and shoulder. He watches Yuuji gradually fall apart in his grasp with her cheeks dusted in pink. Her half-lidded gaze filled with nothing but lust, zero in on Sukuna dragging his hand to her back where the strings of her corset are tied in a secured bow. He skillfully undoes the knot, tugging the laces out of the grommets until the corset nearly slips off Yuuji’s body.

A squeaky shriek escapes from Yuuji’s mouth as she holds her corset up by wrapping her arms around herself.

“Oi, there’ll be none of that.” Sukuna scolds her gently with kisses on her neck, finding the same sensitive spot that instantly has Yuuji’s rigid body melt right back into his arms. “Just trust me.”

“I want to,” Yuuji whispers back, catching his piercing gaze in the mirror. Her soft expression increases the speed of Sukuna’s heartbeats. “I do,” she says with absolute conviction.

Sukuna smiles against her skin, sucking on her neck to distract her as he pries her arms off her body to remove the corset. His mouth runs dry when Yuuji’s breasts bounce free from its confines. He is enamored by the delectable sight of Yuuji’s pink nipples immediately hardening due to the cold air in the room. His hands have a mind of their own, acting upon instinct as they cup Yuuji’s perfectly shaped teats. Their heavy weight feels comforting, leaving tingling sensations throughout Sukuna’s body. His thumb traces the areola on her left breast while he pinches the nipple of her other breast, eliciting a melodic moan from Yuuji’s vocal cords.

“Sukuna!” Her body jolts erratically as Sukuna continues to knead her teats, pinching both nipples at the same time as he surveys every inch of her face, contorting in pure pleasure. 

He craves more. The beast inside him yearns to be released from its cage, snarling as he swiftly spins Yuuji around. His crimson eyes drink in her plump ass that is bare for him to see, to touch.

“Sukuna,” Yuuji whimpers. Her hot breath fans on his throat, causing his heart to thrum faster.

Sukuna hears her silent cry, bending his head to insert her right nipple in his mouth. Shutting his eyes, he relishes the delicious prolonged moan from Yuuji’s tongue. His hands veer over the steep slope of Yuuji’s ass, squeezing the cheeks, then sliding one hand over to the white thong hiding in the slot of Yuuji’s behind. His eyes capture everything happening in the mirror behind Yuuji. His index and middle fingers curl under the thin panty, tugging it up before releasing it. Sukuna watches in utter fascination as Yuuji's ass cheeks clap turbulently the instant the thong snaps back in its prior position. 

Sukuna twirls Yuuji back around. Her teats bounce, igniting the flame of desire in Sukuna to grapple them. His hands clasp onto her soft mounds tightly as he stares at her in the mirror’s reflection. He raises his middle finger to her pouty lips.

“Open.” He orders.

Yuuji obliges with a soft, high-pitched moan rumbling from the back of her throat when Sukuna pushes his finger in her mouth. Then he whispers huskily in her ear.

“Suck.”

Yuuji shivers before timidly complying. Her tongue wraps snugly around Sukuna’s finger, sucking on it as Sukuna pulls his digit out before plunging both his middle and index finger back in. Yuuji moans with her eyes slightly rolling back when Sukuna’s fingers nearly hit the back of her throat. Drool seeps out from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin.

“Your lips feel exquisite.” Sukuna groans hotly in her ear, nibbling her earlobe. “I can only imagine how they’d feel on my cock.” 

He grins maliciously when he catches a glimpse of Yuuji’s thighs clamping together. Kissing her thundering pulse, Sukuna pulls his fingers out. He watches in fascination as the long trail of salvia connecting his fingers to Yuuji’s mouth breaks seamlessly apart. Then he drags his fingers down to the waistline of the white lace thong, cupping her mound for a moment before continuing his journey downward. Feeling Yuuji’s body tremble in his arms, Sukuna repositions his left arm around her waist for better support as he grips her hip with his other hand. He tugs the thong to the side, licking his lips hungrily at the magnificent sight. A small patch of pink curls sits atop Yuuji’s cunt. The tip of his middle finger brushes along the outer lips of Yuuji’s cunt, gently scraping her sensitive flesh with his blunt nail. Sukuna dips his finger in without hesitation. A droned-out moan slips from his gaping mouth the instant his digit is cloaked in the sweltering, restricting walls of his angel’s pussy.

“O-oh!” Yuuji gasps loudly in Sukuna’s ear. Her hand quickly removes itself from Sukuna’s cheek, traveling to the back of Sukuna’s head to knot themselves and harshly yank on the roots of his hair at his nape. She jerks in Sukuna’s embrace as Sukuna’s finger travels farther into her cunt, rubbing against her tight, hot caverns. “S-Sukuna!”

“Oh, Yuuji.” Sukuna moans against her pulse, adding his index finger inside her soaping pussy. 

Yuuji mewls. Her thighs snap shut, trapping Sukuna’s fingers in her pussy. Her legs quake violently, struggling to stabilize her weight while Sukuna continues his sinful ministrations.

“You trust me?” Sukuna withdraws his fingers from her pussy.

Yuuji maintains her stare on him, hazy of lust but unafraid. “Yes.”

Sukuna kisses behind her ear as he releases his grip on her hip to nudge her forward so he can unbuckle his belt. Unzipping his trousers, he draws out his erect cock from its confines.

“Spread your legs, baby.”

Yuuji follows his command, her limbs shaking in anticipation of what’s to occur. Sukuna grabs her hip again, steadying her and himself as he aligns his cock and moves forward to push his appendage through the narrow slot of Yuuji’s thighs. Sukuna lets out a pleased hum when the head of his cock breaches past through the outer lips of Yuuji’s pussy. He braces himself with both hands on Yuuji’s hips, sharply intaking a massive breath as his cock nestles right in-between Yuuji’s labia. The blistering warmth of her slick coating his cock resting beneath provokes the feral beast inside him. He needs to satiate the burning desire, or he’ll go mad.

“Close your thighs.” Sukuna grits his teeth when Yuuji’s thighs bolt themselves on either side of his cock. “Fuck! Stay like that, dove.” Using his hands on Yuuji’s waist, he rolls his hips slowly against her. A raucous growl erupts from his throat as his cock slides smoothly against Yuuji’s pussy. Anytime he pulls back, the sensation of Yuuji’s thick thighs rubbing his cock electrifies his hunger for the woman.

The pace of his grinding changes drastically, forcing Yuuji’s hands to take hold of the mirror’s gold lattice frame. Sukuna presses himself closer, not wanting an inch of space separating them. His blunt fingernails bite harshly into Yuuji’s hips, eliciting shuddering moans from her lips. He keeps his eyes on her, drinking in the beauty of her debauched state—several drops of perspiration cascade down Yuuji’s temples. The tips of her bangs droop over her forehead, softening her round face that is vividly red to the edges of her ears. Her dilated eyes reflect the lucid desire in Sukuna’s gaze, evoking a satisfied moan from Sukuna’s lips.

“You’re fucking unbelievable, Yuuji.” Sukuna mouths hungrily at her neck, murmuring huskily against her skin. “So fucking perfect.”

Yuuji whimpers, lolling her head back as Sukuna undulates his hips harder against her ass. Her wordless response has Sukuna smirk as his mind formulates an evil plan. His right-hand skids down to her cunt, pinching her clit that peeks out every time his cock pushes forward and out from the apex of her thighs. Yuuji’s aching wails and breathy sighs add harmony to the glorious symphony of the obscene squelching of Sukuna’s cock slithering back and forth against Yuuji’s cunt. He temporarily lets go of his hold on Yuuji’s hip to grasp her chin. He inclines her chin up until her head pitches backward before crashing their lips together upside-down. He forcefully drowns out all of her helpless cries, shoving his tongue in her mouth as he ruthlessly fucks her thighs.

“Sukuna! Wa-wait—” Yuuji pants against his lips, choking on a mewl when Sukuna releases her chin and snares her hips again, yanking her back and forth on his cock as if she’s a ragdoll helpless to his urgent demands. “I’m-gonna—” A broken sob cuts her off as her knuckles turn white while desperately holding onto the mirror frame for dear life.

“Let go, dove.” Sukuna grunts. “I’ve got you.”

Yuuji throws her head back as a shattering wail reverberates throughout every corner of the room. The walls of her cunt spasming on Sukuna’s cock extract his climax. Thick globs of semen spew from the head of his cock, staining the mirror. A guttural growl rumbles from his clenched jaw as he rides through the tremors of ecstasy by rolling his hips several times before stilling.

Sukuna kisses the back of Yuuji’s neck, tasting the slight saltiness of sweat drenching her body. “Do you understand now?”

Yuuji rests her head back on Sukuna’s chest, panting. “I think s-so.”

Sukuna hums. “If not, then I’ll just have to demonstrate for you again.” He spins her around with their chests pressed together as he assists in redressing her, dragging her thong back up on her legs then clips the garter belts to her stockings. Lastly, he re-laces her corset all the while ogling at her in the mirror.

Yuuji shyly meets his gaze in the mirror’s reflection. Her skin still flushed as remnants of their recent tryst. “Can we use the couch next time?”

“Whatever my Queen wishes shall receive.” He promises her with a kiss.

…

The following nights involve Sukuna willing to give as many demonstrations to Yuuji as needed. He always faces her towards the mirror, caressing every inch of her body as he whispers praises in her ear of how utterly perfect she is. 

“Your body is a temple and deserves to be worshiped,” Sukuna tells her one evening as he fingers her on the leather chaise. 

Yuuji gasps, her hands clawing hopelessly on Sukuna’s trousers. She’s perched on his lap, naked but never shies away from Sukuna’s touch as much as prior to. 

“Sukuna, please.” She wails.

“No need to fret, dove. I’ll be your devoted disciple.” Sukuna assures her with a searing kiss. 

And every weekend night Sukuna has kept his word. He has shown Yuuji just how flawless she is while being respectful of her boundaries. He never went beyond rutting against her ass or fucking his cock between her thighs. Besides those reserved nights full of passionate kisses and affectionate strokes, Sukuna treasures their conversations more than anything. He has learned so many things about Yuuji it almost feels as if he has known her for years when they’ve only met a few months ago. 

What’s even more strange is that Sukuna continues to feel different around Yuuji. He can’t even begin to describe the way his heart stops beating completely when Yuuji greets him with that dazzling smile or the blaring of his pounding heartbeats in his ears when Yuuji’s eyes solely focus on him. 

It’s all foreign to him that is slightly frightening.

But that’s the least of his worries. He has other important things that require his attention. 

It’s another day at the office where Sukuna has to clean up another co-worker’s mess. Even though he was recently promoted, he still has to pick up after someone’s slack. His lips are cemented into a scowl as his fingers slam aggressively on the keyboard. The vigorous clicking of the keys and the dangerous aura radiating from him alarm the rest of the department to stay away. 

“Yo, Sukuna!”

But of course there always has to be someone who ignores the warning signs. 

Sukuna’s left eye twitches when he spots Satoru appearing in his peripheral vision. 

“If there is another report, have someone else fix it.” He grunts out as he proceeds typing.

“Take the day off.” Sukuna’s fingers halt typing and turn to Satoru whose hip rests against his desk. His creepy azure eyes study him over those grotesque circular tinted shades. “You look like you need it.”

Sukuna stares at him, speechless at the smartest suggestion he has ever heard from his white broom of a boss.

“Don’t worry about the report. I’ll have someone else finish it.” Satoru pats Sukuna’s tense shoulder. “Go see your girl. Maybe some loving will rid your grumpy attitude.”

Satoru leaves before Sukuna can even think of throwing his stapler at his crazy boss. 

When Sukuna arrives at Paradise, he beelines to the VIP rooms where Toji stands guard at the entrance. Toji unclips the stanchion when he approaches. Sukuna nods at him in greeting, internally thanking the security guard for not uttering a snide remark. He doesn’t have time for any mockery from anyone; he’d punch someone if they so much jeer at him.

He opens the door and finds Yuuji seated on the chaise. The chiffon pink babydoll lingerie set suits her flawlessly as ever.

“There’s my King.” Her smile fades into worry when she denotes Sukuna’s sulking demeanor. “Sukuna, you okay?” 

Sukuna doesn’t answer. He walks over and plops himself on the couch, then rests his head on Yuuji’s lap. A deep sigh escapes from his mouth, shutting his eyes as he tries to relax. 

“Rough day at work?” Yuuji asks. She runs her fingers through his hair, detangling strands.

Sukuna reopens his eyes as he readjusts his head on Yuuji’s lap to stare up into those penetrating topaz eyes. He raises his hand to stroke the soft curve of Yuuji’s round cheek. He sees light traces of freckles dancing across the apples of her cheeks. 

“Today is my birthday.” His cold voice juxtaposes the typical delight of celebrating own birthday. “But the funny thing is that I’ve never celebrated it.” His hand falls from Yuuji’s face, dropping to lay on his chest as he revisits the safe of memories he locked up forever. “None of the foster families I was living with bothered to throw a party. Then again, I was a demon child who made their lives a living hell,” he jokes cynically. 

Yuuji rakes her nails gently on his scalp, unaware of curating pleasant shivers down Sukuna’s spine. “I think you’re a cute demon.” She traces the black ink outlining Sukuna’s sharp cheekbones with her fingertips. “Even with your tattoos.” 

Sukuna smirks half-heartedly but it disappears in the next second as the macabre years living in the orphanage torments his brain. “That’s not what others thought.” He gazes at the ceiling, saying. “I don’t even know what my mother thought of me.”

“You’ve never met her?” Yuuji questions.

“How can a newborn remember a mother who left them on the doorstep of the orphanage?” Sukuna’s indifferent tone conflicts with the aching in his heart recurring after being dormant for so long. “I don’t know who she is or what she looks like.”

Yuuji then asks him. “What is your birthday wish?” 

“To find out why my mother left me,” Sukuna bluntly responds. 

A burdensome silence submerges every inch of the VIP room, drowning Sukuna in the abyss of despair. He’s a grown man now; there’s no need for him to mull over the unknown whereabouts of his biological mother. He has already tried searching for any track of her on the internet, ending up in dead-ends when he couldn’t find any other kin with the surname Ryoumen. Sukuna hadn’t bothered asking anyone at the orphanage which had been closed down immediately after he was transferred to his nth foster family. All files were destroyed, leaving to the assumption that all former orphans never existed in the first place.

Sometimes, Sukuna wonders if he’s even meant to exist in this pathetic world. 

Gentle fingers combing through his hair assuage the plague of his past tormenting his mind. “I bet she’s beautiful,” Yuuji says. Her voice is as soft as a dove’s wing caressing the hardened planes of Sukuna’s face carved in distress. “Although you may not know why she had to leave you, I know that she did it for your own safety. Mothers make the greatest sacrifices for their children, even if it’s the most difficult one.” The solemn tilt in Yuuji’s voice intrigues Sukuna. Her riveting words are almost as if her past is similar in experience like his. “Wherever your mother is, she would’ve been proud of the man you are today.”

A compelling burst of adoration crashes into Sukuna as he looks at Yuuji with such veneration. She is a goddess sent from above to save him from his wretched demise that has been written by destiny.

“Yuuji…” Sukuna’s eyelids flutter shut before snapping back open, fighting off the urge to rest. 

Yuuji bends down to kiss his cheek. “Sleep, my King. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

A seed of fear planted in Sukuna’s chest grows with roots embedded in his soul. The possibility of Yuuji vanishing into thin air after falling asleep churns his gut gruesomely as if someone has stabbed him multiple times. 

“Promise?” Sukuna’s voice fails to mask the trepidation festering inside of him.

“I promise,” Yuuji assures.

Sukuna aims to stay awake anyway yet he eventually loses the battle by a long shot because of Yuuji’s fingers massaging his hair in soothing patterns. Every trace of tension obliterates within seconds by the comfort Yuuji brings unto him; something that Sukuna has always yearned for ever since he was a child. Before he completely succumbs to the realm of exhaustion, he feels Yuuji’s warm soft lips kiss his forehead. 

“Happy Birthday, Sukuna.”

It is the best birthday Sukuna has ever had. 

As he sleeps peacefully on Yuuji’s lap, both are unaware of a pair of eyes peeking through the narrow crack of the unlocked door.

…

“Where’s your lover?”

Yuuji squeals as she jumps away from the snarky whisper in her ear. Her hands flail to grapple on the tray of empty, dirty plates and glasses that dangerously skid off. Fast as lighting, an extra hand jets out of thin air and adeptly steadies the tray. 

Yuuji lets out a vast sigh of relief, glancing at the young spiky haired guy standing beside her. “Thanks, Megumi.”       

“Here.” Megumi takes the tray out of Yuuji’s hands and thrusts it towards the short-haired chestnut woman standing nearby. “Go wash these, Nobara.”

“Excuse me? Do I look like a maid to you?”        

“Yes, you do.” Megumi states distinctly.

Nobara sneers.

“Nobara.” Yuuji chastises, earning a sheepish look from the younger woman who then huffs indignantly.

“What? I ain’t on washing dishes duty tonight.” Nobara points at a short lanky guy with light gray hair who pauses in winding down the bar to curiously gaze at them. “It’s Toge’s turn anyway!”               

Toge angrily signs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He’s right, Nobara. It’s a worthy punishment for scaring, Yuuji.” Megumi contends like an older brother scolding their youngest sibling. “She could’ve gotten hurt.”

“I didn’t mean to!” Nobara yells.

Yuuji places a comforting hand on the agitated woman’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Nobara. I should’ve paid more attention to my surroundings. Maybe just approach me without any more jumpscares, please.” 

Nobara relents. “Yes, Mama Yuuji.”

Yuuji smiles, patting the feisty brunette's head. Since she is one of the oldest female employees working at the club, the younger workers refer to Yuuji as a maternal figure. When Megumi, Toge, Nobara and the twins, Maki and Mai, along with several others were hired, Yuuji had taken them under her wing as she guided them through the workflow of things at the club. She always checked up on them every day, making sure they took frequent breaks in between their busy schedules and ate whenever they needed to replenish their energy. She even protected the youngsters as if they were her own children. 

Thus, the moniker Mama Yuuji has been stuck with her ever since.

“Make sure to separate the China from the crystal glasses, please.” Yuuji informs Nobara who begins to make way to the door behind the bar that leads to the kitchen. “You know how Panda reacts when they are put away altogether.”

“Panda needs to get over it.” Nobara grimaces at the tray stacked with plates, cutlery, and champagne glasses in her grip. “They’re all dirty dishes.”

“And it’s still a wonder how you got hired.” Megumi comments, ignoring Nobara’s murderous glower fixed on him. “You can’t even do a simple task.”

“At least none of my parents don't hit on my co-workers.” Nobara’s remarks force Megumi’s face to explode full-blown red.

“I ain’t related to that man.” Megumi whirls his head to look at Yuuji. “You let me know if that bastard tries anything on you.”

“Megumi, don’t call your father that. It’s not nice.” Yuuji scolds him in a gentler tone than any other adult would. She understands the heartbreaking backstory between Megumi and Toji though she’s content to see their strained relationship amending over the years she’s been working here at the club. “Toji never bothers me and makes sure no one else does either.”

Megumi grunts, putting away liquor bottles back on the shelves. “I know his flirting can get…overbearing sometimes. Plus, he’s an old creep.”

Yuuji giggles. “Oh, Megumi. You are too adorable.” She pinches his cheek. 

Megumi grumbles, blushing in heated embarrassment as he glares at Toge snickering.

“Mama Yuuji.” Yuuji turns at the call of her name, finding Miwa standing behind her. The black suit two-piece flaunts her petite frame, but Yuuji knows she’s stronger than she looks. “You have a visitor.”

“Oh, ho! Mama Yuuji’s lover is here?!” Nobara bounds back to the bar with an impish grin on her lips.

“S-Sukuna’s not my lover!” Yuuji splutters in a shrill voice.

Nobara crosses her arms, raising a brow. “Uh-huh and the sky is blue. That guy is head over heels for you, Mama Yuuji.”

Yuuji’s cheeks flame up as she stammers. “S-Sukuna is just a regular client.”

“And out of any of the clients you’ve had, which one has ever reserved all evenings with only you?” Megumi asks, leaning his elbows on the bar as he stares at Yuuji flounder for a proper response.

“Well…”

The young employees including Miwa shake their heads in tandem. “We rest our case. That man is enamored by you.” Nobara hums as her index finger taps her chin. “500 yen he asks you to be his girlfriend before the end of this month.”

“1000 it’s tonight.” Yuuji gapes at Megumi’s wager.

“Megumi!” 

Nobara’s brows rise in shock as Toge signs. Like father, like son.

Megumi shrugs indifferently, throwing his head back to down a shot of tequila. “At least I won’t lose.”

Nobara’s grin widens dangerously at the corners. “Oh, it’s so on.”

Miwa sighs as Nobara further instigates Megumi. “They’re waiting for you, Mama Yuuji.”

“Oh, yes!“ Yuuji glances at Nobara getting riled up to Megumi who stares blankly at her yet she can see his eye twitching in annoyance. She leans in to whisper to Miwa. “Please make sure they stay out of trouble.”

“I’ll do my very best.” Miwa promises with a salute. “They’re in Room 1031.”

Yuuji bids her good-bye with a gentle smile then heads to the VIP room. She knows Miwa will intervene if things become too heated between Nobara and Megumi. She’s a devoted employee of the club. As Yuuji draws nearer to the VIP room, her brows crease in the center in confusion when she doesn’t see Toji at his usual post. Looking around, she doesn’t find him anywhere in sight. 

“Perhaps, he went to the restroom.” Yuuji mutters to herself as she walks past the entranceway, striding down the hall. She feels her heart beat faster with every step she takes, always failing to mask her feelings at the thought of seeing Sukuna. 

Yuuji has never felt this way for anyone, especially for one of her clients. She continues reminding herself Sukuna is just a client—nothing more. She knows it’s only within time he’ll realize that she’s not enough for him.

However, she can’t forget how much she craves for his sinful tongue on her flesh, his gentle caresses on every inch of her body as if she is a delicate flower, or the unhindered desire burning in his deep blue gaze anytime his eyes are fixated on her as if she’s the only beautiful being on earth to be looked upon. His whispers of praises always keeps her awake at night, feeling phantom heat where his hands would roam on her body. She can’t rid the memories of the last few nights feeling his cock rub deliciously against her pussy yet he respected her boundaries.

It’s another reason why Yuuji struggles to let go of Sukuna.

Reaching at the door with the golden numbers 1031, Yuuji glimpses down at herself. Her lips tug into a frown when she wishes she wore something more appealing than a sheer black corset with floral designs suspended above the hipster thong with garter belts attached to the top of her raven transparent stockings. A tiny voice in her head reminds her that Sukuna will like whatever she wears.

Taking a deep breath, she opens the door.

“You’re here earlier than expected.” Yuuji has her eyes turned away as she closes the door, locking it for privacy. “Were you that eager to see me, my King?”

“Yes, I was.”

Yuuji swings her head back round at the unfamiliar masculine voice. Her former delight diminishes into spine-chilling trepidation when she meets sharp brown eyes belonging to the stranger lounging on the chaise. 

“Y-you’re not Sukuna.” 

“Were you expecting him?” 

Yuuji stays silent, wanting to run out of the room and alert Toji about the unknown man who somehow managed to get in here without any security guards finding out. “Clients are required to make reservations ahead of time. And you weren’t on the list.”

The man downs the last bit of whiskey, placing the whiskey glass on the table before standing. “I don’t need a reservation.” Yuuji watches the man creep towards her like a vicious wolf stalking its frail prey. “I’m merely visiting the woman who Sukuna is always so anxious to see. He rejected all invites to drink beer at the local bar with the department. I had to see what was so intriguing about you.”

Yuuji steps back as the man stalks closer, her back ending up pressed against the door when the man ends up a few inches away from her. Placing both hands on either side of her head to effectively trap her in his grasp, he scrutinizes her from head to toe.

“Though Sukuna could’ve made a better choice.” Yuuji flinches at the man’s crude statement. “Ah, where’s my manners? I’m Naoya.” A sly grin curls dangerously at the corners of Naoya’s mouth. “And you’re going to tell me everything.”

…

Sukuna enters Paradise, nodding in greeting at the passing Angels. After a grueling day at work, he’s eager to see Yuuji. Just by being in her presence eases all the burdening weight of stress off his shoulders. He walks to the western wing of the club, his heart oddly beating more rapidly when he spots the entrance of the VIP room. 

“Excuse me.” Sukuna skids to stop midstep and turns to the source of the feminine voice calling out to him. A young woman dressed in a black suit approaches him; her long light blue hair swishes with every step. Her navy blue eyes analyze him as if he’s a foreign specimen. “Are you heading to VIP?”

“Yes.” 

The woman narrows her eyes. “Did you make a reservation?”

“Yes,” Sukuna replies curtly. He feels as if he’s wasting time being questioned by this woman.

“With who?”

“Yuuji.” Sukuna watches surprise flash through the woman’s gaze. “Why?”

“That’s impossible…Wait what’s your name?” The woman interrogates.

“Sukuna Royumen.” 

The woman’s face pales. “No, that's not right. You arrived hours ago.”

Sukuna stares back at her in absolute confusion. “No, I made a reservation for 7 PM.” Something unsettling roots itself in his chest as he asks. “What do you mean I arrived hours ago?”

“Oi, Miwa!” Another young woman jogs over to stand beside Maki. Her short brown hair frames her face that scrunches into a scowl when she sees Sukuna standing in front of her. “Is this bastard giving you trouble?”

“Nobara, who is with Yuuji right now?” Miwa asks.

“Huh? Uh, isn’t it that lover boy of hers?” Nobara wonders.

“This is Sukuna.” Miwa points out as incredulity sparks in Nobara’s gaze. 

“Hah?! This is Mama Yuuji’s boytoy?” Nobara shouts, earning several curious gazes at them.

“Why don’t you yell louder for the whole country to hear?” Sukuna quips dryly as he demands. “Can someone fucking tell me what the hell is going on?”

“Someone had already reserved the evening with Yuuji. And we assumed it was you…” Miwa’s voice grows quieter as she continues explaining. 

“Hey, who invited my damn cousin here?!” Their heads turn to find two women who appear to be twins. Both sport short hair and have dark green eyes except one wears glasses while the other doesn't. The two women wear identical attire: a white ruffled shirt with a black corset topped with a black suit coat and trousers. They march in sync heading towards the other women with Sukuna. 

“Your cousin?” Nobara questions with a raised brow. “It couldn’t be Megumi. Last time I knew that boy is gay.”

“Thanks for the reminder.” Megumi glares at Nobara from the bar.

“No problem, babes.” Nobara winks. 

“Does anyone know who would allow our cousin in here?” The girl with glasses demands, her teeth gnashing together. 

“What’s your cousin’s name, Maki?” Miwa asks.

Maki snarls. “Naoya.”

Time suspends altogether for Sukuna as a bucket of blistering arctic water dumps on him, numbing his body for a second while the next scalding fury floods through his veins. He spins on his heels and storms to the VIP section.

“Hey, Sukuna—wait up!” Sukuna neglects their calls with only one thing on his mind: save Yuuji. His fast walk changes pace into a lightning speed sprint, leaving everyone else in the dust. 

He rushes over to the VIP wing, passing by Toji who tries to grab a hold of his arm but Sukuna swiftly dodges his attempt and continues racing down the hall. The faint screams echo down the hallway, urging Sukuna to implement more strength in his legs to carry him faster. 

“No, stop!”

The shrill scream has Sukuna barreling through the same door he has always entered. The door itself splinters off from the hinges. Horror paralyzes Sukuna at the unbarricaded entryway of the room with his gaze transfixed on Naoya standing over Yuuji who’s curled in a fetal position on the ground. Her hands are positioned over her face in self-defense. When she lowers them and raises her head, a tsunami of uncontrollable rage consumes Sukuna at the sight of red blooming into the shape of a hand on her right cheek. 

“Sukuna! What a pleasure for you to join us—” Sukuna cuts off Naoya’s greeting with a swift punch to his jaw. Blood jets out of Naoya’s mouth, his head swinging violently to the side. Sukuna strikes his fist at the side of his torso, feeling his frail ribs break under his knuckles. He yanks on the collar of Naoya’s shirt, using full momentum to hurl him to the ground. Naoya lands with a sickening crack of his spine, yowling in pain. 

Sukuna straddles him, throwing punches on either side of his face. Rivulets of blood spray across Sukuna’s face, but it doesn’t deter him from the bloodbath he seeks. 

“Don’t.”

Punch.

“Ever.”

Punch.

“Touch.”

Punch.

“What’s.”

Punch.

“Mine!” Sukuna raises his fist, aiming for Naoya’s swelling bloodied face when a hand seizes his wrist. 

“That’s enough, fresh meat.” Toji hoists Sukuna to his feet by maintaining a steel grip on his elbows, practically hauling him away from Naoya who is being lifted from the ground by Nanami. 

“Let me fucking go.” Sukuna growls viciously with his feral gaze pinpointed on Naoya. 

“Mr. Ryoumen.”

Sukuna’s head snaps to the authoritative tone, finding Shoko standing in the open corridor. He points at Naoya. 

“This bastard hurt Yuuji.” Sukuna declares firmly.

“Fuck off, Sukuna.” Naoya slurs with blood dripping down his chin. His teeth are drenched in red. “That damn bitch deserved what I gave her.”

“Maybe I should fucking cleave your damn tongue off so you won’t fucking spit shit out.” Sukuna lunges at Naoya but Toji holds him back by hooking his arms through Sukuna’s inner elbows. Naoya flinches when Sukuna snaps his jaws at him like a rabid dog.  

“S-Sukuna.”

The meek whimper has Sukuna’s head swiveling back around. His murderous glower softens instantaneously the second he meets Yuuji’s tearful gaze. 

“Yuuji.” Toji’s grip loosens, allowing Sukuna to walk towards his angel. He slowly kneels, raising a hand to touch her hurt cheek but hesitates at the last second when he realizes blood taints every inch of his palm and knuckles. Yuuji certainly sees him as a monster and he is more than willing to accept the punishment of Yuuji for being afraid of him. 

A soft hand grasps his wrist gently, forcing Sukuna to return his eyes to watch Yuuji gently kiss his palm. She stares into his eyes, whispering raspily. 

“Take me away from here, please.”

Sukuna immediately abides her command, pulling off his jacket and placing it on her shoulders before carrying her bridal-style as he stands. He looks to Shoko, silently questioning his permission to leave.

“It’s fine, Mr. Ryoumen.” Shoko nods to Naoya who struggles to escape from the two guards handcuffing. “We will handle the rest here and see fit to Mr. Zenin’s crimes. You take the week off Yuuji, okay?”

Yuuji nods, burying her face in Sukuna’s neck. Her hot breath elicits goose flesh. Sukuna holds her closer and almost heads out when Shoko calls out to him.

“Keep her safe, Mr. Ryoumen.” 

“Always.” Sukuna swears as he exits the room, needing to tend to his angel’s wounds at once.

…

Sukuna speeds the way back to his condo, thankful he drove his car to the club instead of taking the subway. He disregards all the red traffic lights as he races through the streets dampened by the downpour of the thunderstorm passing by. Parking his vehicle in the mini lot, Sukuna rushes over to the passenger side and opens the door to carry Yuuji out. He drapes his jacket over her and scampers carefully and quickly through the rain, jumping the last few stairs to reach the third floor. He opens the door and quickly shuts it by kicking it with his foot.

He slips off his shoes, leaving them in the small lobby of the doorway before beelining to the bathroom. Once he passes the corridor of the bathroom, he gently settles Yuuji back on her feet. 

“I’ll bring you some fresh clothes to wear.” Sukuna turns the shower handle. Water shoots out from the water spout as steam steadily expands the small bathroom. He shuts off the stream of water once the tub is filled, grabbing some lavender scented bath salts and sprinkling some into the tub. As Sukuna turns to leave, a hand gripping his wrist stops him. He turns with his heart leaping in his throat at Yuuji’s heartbroken expression. Like a child too terrified to be alone even for a few moments.

“Stay with me.” She pleads.

Sukuna swallows hard, nodding. “Yeah, baby. I’ll stay.” He turns back around to face her, resting both hands on her hips as he kneels on one knee. “Hold onto me. Gotta get you out of these clothes.”

Yuuji places her hands on his shoulders, balancing herself as Sukuna undresses her. His gentle touches never rush to discard the lingerie set, carefully undoing the strings of her corset then unclipping the garter belts attached to her stockings. He tugs the stockings off of her legs, letting them fall to the pile of lingerie. Sukuna notices Yuuji shivering. 

“Let’s get you warmed up, baby.” Sukuna ushers her to the bathtub with a soft hand on her bare back, then holds her hand to help her get in the tub. He doesn’t let her hand go even after she’s seated. 

“Did he hurt you anywhere else?” Sukuna asks.

Yuuji shakes her head, poking at the thin layer of bubbles atop the water surface. “I’m fine.” 

Sukuna knows that’s a lie, kneeling beside the tub with his hand still interlocked with hers. “Yuuji, tell me the truth.” He is prepared to race back to the club and kill Naoya if he hears any more pain he inflicted on her.

Yuuji bites her lower lip as she closes her eyes. “H-he tried to to-touch me.” Her body begins to tremble like a leaf but she stops herself within the next instant. “But I slapped him. It only made him angrier so that’s when he slapped me back.” Yuuji touches the cheek where the redness has faded, tears swelling in her eyes as she looks at Sukuna. “I’m just happy that you came for me.”

Sukuna cradles her hand that’s on her cheek, leaning over the rim of the bathtub to kiss Yuuji. “Wherever you are, I’ll be there.” 

…

Sukuna flips the slice of spam onto the other side. The sizzling of oil reverberates in the quaint kitchen as the aroma of dinner infiltrates his nostrils. After calming Yuuji’s nerves with tender kisses, he had gathered a pair of old clothes and left it on the bathroom counter before coming to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He cracks two eggs on the flat iron skillet beside the spam slice, garnishing them with diced scallions and fresh garish. He throws a pinch of sea salt, pepper and basil before grabbing the two loaves of toast that pop out of the toaster. This may not be a five-star meal, but at least he cooked it with his heart and soul into it.

Sukuna shakes himself, abdominishing for going soft. But he can’t help it. Yuuji makes him feel every foreign emotion he has never felt before. As he assembles the food on the plate, he comes to the epiphany that he’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep Yuuji safe. 

Even if he has to get his hands dirty. 

Sukuna sets the plates on the counter as he walks back to the bathroom, determining that Yuuji must be done showering. He comes to a standstill at his bedroom door open to a slit, noticing the bathroom door closed. 

Pushing on his bedroom door and peeking his head in, he squints his eyes to find Yuuji standing by his bedside table. Sukuna walks slowly into the bedroom, unbothered to turn on the lights since the lights from the city filtered through the uncurtained window, illuminating the room in a myriad of violets and pinks. He quietly admires how the black button-up shirt dwarves Yuuji’s petite frame, draping to the midst of her thighs. He also notes how the shirt hangs loosely on one shoulder, enticing him to kiss her unblemished skin. 

Sukuna comes up behind her, snaking an arm behind her waist as he kisses her shoulder cold from the air-con. He can taste the faint traces of lavender on her flesh from her bath. He nestles his chin on her shoulder as he looks down on what Yuuji has in her hand, humming in acknowledgment when he discovers it's a jeweled tiger pendant. 

“You were snooping into my stuff, I see?” Sukuna teases, nipping her neck. “That pendant belongs to my mother or so I’ve been told. The orphanage found nothing else besides my birth certificate and that pendant.” Sukuna’s tone turns thoughtful for a fleeting second. “I always wondered what was so special about it.”

Sukuna discerns Yuuji’s silence oddly, also realizing she never reacted to his kisses like usual. He can only watch in shock as Yuuji shakes out of his hold and steps away from him. 

“Yuuji?” Sukuna deliberates over the hundreds of possible reasons for Yuuji not wanting to be near him. He cannot find any plausible one. 

“You mentioned that this pendant belonged to your mother.” Yuuji reiterates. Her voice is so soft it almost blends in with the building tension in the room. 

“Supposedly.” Sukuna watches Yuuji’s shoulders tense up. “Why?”

Yuuji takes a deep breath before swiveling on her heel to face him. Her golden honeyed gaze pierces through Sukuna’s chest as a glossy thin layer of tears glaze over them. 

“I fell in love. Well at least I thought I did. Turns out it was just a fantasy any sixteen-year-old girl has.” A rueful laugh emits from Yuuji’s lips, striking an ache in Sukuna’s heart. “I believed I found the guy I was destined to be with. I’d write in a journal of how I planned our wedding to be and where we’d go for our honeymoon. I even told him of apartments I was looking into after we graduated, thinking we’d live together as we went to college.” Yuuji sniffles, dabbing at a tear with her thumb. Sukuna wanted to step forward and wipe away her tears, but his feet are permanently cemented to the carpeted floor. “One night, I decided to sleep with him. He treated me like any girl wished they were treated for their first time. It wasn’t until a few weeks later I was late.”

Yuuji pauses, biting on her lower lip as she glances down at the tiger pendant in her palm. “I knew I was pregnant before taking a test. It was just this gut-feeling that never went away even after I saw the results.” An overflow of tears gravitate down Yuuji’s cheeks, reflecting off like tiny diamonds spilled by a goddess. “I thought he’d stay, but didn’t. According to him, I was just ‘another virgin to add to his list’—nothing more.”

Yuuji sobs and covers her face with her vacant hand. Sukuna takes a hesitant step forward with a hand outstretched, halting when he hears her say.

“I had no choice.” Yuuji croaks out. Sorrow douse every word wailing from her mouth. “I never wanted to leave you at that orphanage. But I couldn’t raise you in a broken home. I had to give you another chance at life even if I couldn’t be in it.” Yuuji uncovers her face, smiling sadly down at the pendant in her hand. “I wanted to leave a part of me with you; tigers are known to be adaptive fierce feline predators. I knew you’d be a ferocious one.” 

Yuuji lets out a forlorn laugh as she tilts her chin up to stare at Sukuna’s flabbergasted expression. 

“I wished we met under different circumstances.” Sukuna wants to hurl at the poison dripping from Yuuji’s words. “Sukuna, we can’t—”

“Don’t.” Sukuna gnashes his clenched teeth, shutting his eyes as he shamefully begs. “Don’t say it.”

Yuuji’s bottom lip juts out. “Sukuna, we can’t be toget—”

Sukuna growls vociferously as he charges forward and snatches Yuuji’s wrist, hauling her forward. Sukuna crashes his lips onto hers, subduing her whimpers into pleased mewls. He wraps his other arm around her waist, hugging her close and securely. 

“S-Sukuna, please.” Yuuji gasps as Sukuna trails his lips down the smooth path of her neck, kissing and nipping everywhere his mouth could reach. “We can’t.” 

“Yes, we can.” Sukuna stresses with a fervent kiss on her weak spot founded by their previous rendezvous. He sucks on her flesh, rendering her speechless with hushed whines. He drags his lips up to her ear, whispering huskily. “We will be together. Forever.”

Sukuna’s grip on Yuuji tightens to the terrifying thought of her leaving him again. He will gladly obliterate the world to smithereens if anyone dared to separate them apart. He cannot live without her even after finding out their connection runs deeper than he previously thought.

Yuuji gingerly places her hand on the back of Sukuna’s head, scratching at his scalp. His hand unravels itself from its hold on Yuuji’s wrist and slides both his hands down Yuuji’s body to grip onto her thighs, tapping them once.

“Jump, baby.” 

Yuuji follows his order as she’s raised off from the ground by Sukuna’s hands on her thighs. She kisses him sweetly with hidden hunger brimming beneath the surface, intensifying by the minute Sukuna carries her to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sukuna spreads his legs for Yuuji to stand in between them. He slowly unbuttons the shirt she’s wearing. After the first top buttons come undone, he glides his hands over the smooth juncture of her shoulder meeting her neck then moves them upward to cup Yuuji’s face. 

Sukuna stares at her as if engraving every detail of this moment into his memory. “You trust me?”

Yuuji turns to kiss his left palm, closing her eyes in contentment. “Always.”

Sukuna feels his heart nearly bursting with unknown emotion by her response. He leans forward to kiss her as he pushes the shirt off of her, remembering at the next second she’s not wearing any bottom wear which permits him full access to caress her body. His fingers skim across the soft rolls of skin bunching at her waist, feeling the pinpricks of warmth zapping through his fingertips from her skin. He bends his head to kiss down her cleavage, changing direction to kiss around her areola of her left breast before slipping her nipple between his lips. He sucks on it zealously, hugging her close as Yuuji cries out.

“Oh, Sukuna!” She runs her fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead as breathless gasps leave her mouth. “How I wish I could feed you like this.”

Sukuna moans, sucking her nipple harder as he imagines sweet milk pouring in his mouth from Yuuji’s breast.

“Is that what you want, baby?” Yuuji whispers against his hair. “You wish to have my milk?”

A shameful whine pulsates from Sukuna’s mouth, muffled against her breast. Then, Sukuna falls backwards landing on his back on the bed with Yuuji straddling him. He skids his hands down from her waist to grope her ass, nudging her forward eagerly. 

Yuuji pulls back, looking down at Sukuna whose lips remain closed on her nipple. “Sukuna?” She wonders. 

“C’m here.” He mutters against her skin, his arms hooking around her thighs to pull her forward but Yuuji pulls back. 

“What—” Yuuji’s eyes widen in horror when she grasps Sukuna’s non-verbal request. “No. No, I won’t.” She attempts to move herself off of him. 

A firm hand strikes down on her ass, yanking a sharp shriek from her lips as a resounding slap echoes in the bedroom. Yuuji gapes down at Sukuna.

“C’mon, Mommy.” Sukuna spanks her ass again, this time softer. He gropes a cheek, kneading it thoroughly. “I need you to sit on my face. Please.” Coaxing her with soothing caresses on her ass, he gradually tugs her closer. She leans back on the heels of her feet when he’s drawn her up to his chest with her thighs resting on either side of his head.

Yuuji bites her lower lip, pondering deeply. “Sukuna, I might hurt you.”

“You won’t.” Sukuna assures her with a kiss on her inner right thigh. His intense cobalt gaze glows like alluring moostones in the dark. 

Yuuji takes a deep breath then rises herself on her knees, scooting clumsily forward until her pussy hovers over Sukuna’s face. With a soft whimper, she lowers herself painfully slow. 

“That’s it, Mommy.” Yuuji’s knees buckle when Sukuna’s hot breath blasts against the folds of her cunt. She jerks when Sukuna guides her down the last remaining inches of space with his hands latched on her hips. A high-pitched squeal explodes from her mouth when Sukuna dips his tongue past her labia, traveling farther to soak up every amount of slick seeping from her cunt.

“Sukuna…” Yuuji trails off in a moan, shamelessly grinding her pussy on Sukuna’s face. She snatches his head with one hand, knotting her fingers into his hair and yanking on them with a sharp hiss whistling from her clenched teeth when Sukuna drags his left hand closer to the slot of her ass cheeks and inserts the tip of his middle finger into her hole. “Oh!”

Yuuji nearly topples forward but Sukuna’s steel grasp on her love handle keeps her aloft. Her body shudders in rolls of pleasure as Sukuna continues eating her out while gently fingering her tight hole. Her sweet gasps and needy moans encourage Sukuna to shove his tongue deeper into her pussy, savoring her delectable essence. Sensing her incoming climax by her body writhing above him and her moans increasing by several pitches, Sukuna flips her over with her laying beneath him.

“Huh, what?” Yuuji blinks, confused by Sukuna’s abrupt halt at his ministrations. The hazy layer of lust linger in her gaze. 

Sukuna grabs a pillow and lifts Yuuji up enough with one arm to slide the pillow under her, then tells her. “Turn over, dove.”

Yuuji complies, turning to rest on her belly. She looks nervously over her shoulder, dreading the fact that her bare fat ass is on full display. As insecure thoughts begin to creep into her mind, the primal lust shining in Sukuna’s gaze that’s fixated on her ass instantly eases her worries away. 

“Fuck, baby.” Sukuna slaps her left cheek, adamantly watching the skin ripple beautifully. He grins crookedly, rolling the tip of his tongue over the top row of his white teeth. “You’re irresistible.” 

Yuuji buries her face in the pillow that muffles her embarrassed whine. Her head snaps up, shrieking when she feels Sukuna’s tongue probed against the rim of her hole. She glances back, gasping in awe as Sukuna teases her hole with fluid strokes of his tongue all the while staring at her. “S-Sukuna.” She says with a pleased sigh, as her head drops back on the pillow. 

Sukuna pulls back with a final kiss on her hole, sitting back on his haunches as he reaches over to rummage through the drawer of the bedside table. Low curses utter from him while he continues searching for something.

“Sukuna.” Yuuji touches his arm, waiting for him to turn to face her. “It’s okay.” She smiles softly, understanding what he’s looking for. “We can do without it.” 

Sukuna swallows hard. “You sure?” He asks with a dissonant tone.

Yuuji nods. “Besides, I can’t get pregnant anymore.” 

Sukuna nods stiffly back, feeling ashamed for a brief spark of relief at her words. He doesn’t brood on it for too long when his gaze returns to Yuuji laying on her belly, waiting patiently like the angel she is.

“Lift your hips for me, dove.” Sukuna positions himself behind her, keenly watching Yuuji’s hips rise higher with her bent knees supporting her. With one hand, he holds her waist as he shuffles forward on his knees. Grasping his heavy cock in the other hand, he aligns it to her pussy and pushes forward. Simultaneous moans sing from their lips when the head of Sukuna’s cock breaches past Yuuji’s entrance. Her walls immediately clamp down on him, pulsating with every squeeze. 

“Shit.” Sukuna grits his teeth, trying to withhold his resolve that’s crumbling by the minute he’s stalled. He sways vaguely on wobbly knees, rebalancing himself with a tighter grip on Yuuji’s waist. “Relax, baby.”

Yuuji whimpers as she clutches onto the pillow in desperation. Several moments pass by when Sukuna feels Yuuji’s walls slightly laxed. Sukuna leans forward and gradually pushes more of his cock into Yuuji’s pussy. He tips his head back to the ceiling when he bottoms out, his sharp hips resting against Yuuji’s plump ass. Shudders rack through his body at the unbelievable gratifying feeling of his cock sheathed in Yuuji’s warmth.

“Holy fuck.” Sukuna croaks, his eyes rolling back as he fights against the urge to not cum right away. 

“Sukuna,” Yuuji mewls. She rolls her hips back, her ass clapping faintly on him.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Sukuna growls, seizing his grip on her hip to stop her motions. “Hold on, dove.”

Yuuji lets out an impatient whine, continuing to jut her ass back to entice Sukuna to move. Eventually he does when he has refocused on hanging onto the last bit of his resolve. Choruses of pleased moans sing from Sukiuna’s lips, synchronizing with Yuuji’s choked out gasps as he thrusts achingly slow in her. He relishes on the sweet delicious grip Yuuji’s pussy has on his cock when he withdraws out, easily welcoming him in with ease when he pushes back in. 

“Sukuna, baby. Faster, please.” Yuuji whispers into the pillow.

Sukuna stills, wondering if he had heard her correctly. “You sure?’ 

His heart gets caught in his throat at the luster of desire burning radiantly in Yuuji’s gaze. 

“Mommy can take it hard and rough.” She grins shyly.

Sukuna mirrors her smirk, snapping his hips roughly against her. The sharp sound of his hips slapping against her ass is the loveliest melody to his ears alongside Yuuji’s cut-off wail. 

“F-fuck! Yes, baby, yes!” Yuuji sobs into the pillow, her weak knees giving out on her due to Sukuna’s brutal thrusts. Her body quakes tremendously under him as her pussy is constantly being split apart by his cock. She locks her jaw on the pillow, biting down harder when Sukuna’s pace changes to sharp, aggressive strokes. The mattress springs squeaking underneath them and the headboard thudding rhythmically against the wall are in tandem with Sukuna’s hips whacking soundly against her ass. 

“Fuck, Yuuji.” Sukuna lands a firm spank on her ass as he elevates her hips to a higher position. A bitten-off groan vibrates in his throat as he feels his cock travel deeper in Yuuji’s pussy with this new angle, urging him to pummel ruthlessly into her like an untamed beast. Glancing at Yuuji, he notices her noises are obscured by maintaining her face buried into the pillow. Releasing one of his hands from her hips, he snares the back of her head and yanks her head back by tugging on the roots of her hair. Yuuji’s incorrigible shout is silenced to a shattered mewl the minute Sukuna drapes himself over her to kiss her upside down.

“Let me hear you, Mommy.” He whispers against her lips as his thrusts transform into a merciless pace that has Yuuji vocalizing pleasure in strangled moans. He keeps her pinned beneath him, merely moving his hips and nothing else. 

“S-Sukuna, I’m c-close!” Yuuji chokes out.

With strong willpower like never before, Sukuna pulls out and rolls Yuuji onto her back. He doesn’t give her time to question about the sudden change in position when he immediately sinks his cock back into her. Her drawled moan is his sole motivation to race them both to the finish line.

“I want to see you.” Sukuna pants as he looks down on her, admiring how her breasts still bounce slightly when pressed up against his chest. “Wanna see when you fall apart on my cock.”

Yuuji mewls as her legs wrap around his waist with her ankles locked together. The heels of her feet urgently push on Sukuna’s ass. Sukuna heeds her wordless demand, ramming his cock into her. He hisses when Yuuji’s nail rakes down his shoulder blades, ignoring the brief ache that seemingly melts away with overwhelming pleasure.

“S-Sukuna!” 

Sukuna captures every detail of Yuuji’s undoing: her head lolled back with a shattered scream coming out of her gaping mouth. Her body convulses like a string of a violin being plucked continuously as her cunt seizes onto Sukuna’s cock like a vice. Sukuna chases for his climax, his thrusts becoming choppy and messy.

“That’s it, baby.” Yuuji purrs into his ear. “Come inside Mommy.”

Sukuna howls as he rams into her for a final time, filling her to the brim of his semen as he endures through the waves of ecstasy quaking through his entire body. With no more strength, he collapses on top of her. Sweat glues his body to hers, dripping down his back as he closes his eyes in exhaustion. A drawled pleased hum rumbles from the back of his throat when Yuuji combs her fingers through his hair damp with sweat, untangling the strands. While he basks in post-coital bliss, he mutters against her teat. 

“Don’t leave me.” 

Yuuji brushes his bangs back, kissing his forehead. 

“Don’t worry, baby. Mommy’s not going anywhere.” 

…

5 years later

A sleek black limousine parks by the curbside in front of an enormous skyscraper located in the heart of Tokyo. Dark tinted windows reflect the entire cityscape. A valet rushes to open the passenger door, bowing as Sukuna steps out. His tailored crimson suit compliments his dominant appearance with dark shades covering his eyes from the glaring rays of sunlight. He informs the valet to come when he’s out and heads inside the building. 

“Good morning, Boss!” Miwa bows from her station behind the greeter’s desk as Sukuna enters the luxe interior. After spending a majority of his life at Infinite Eyes Corporation, Sukuna decided to quit his position and start his own company. With some support from local references, he managed to start the foundation of his company and hired some employees at Paradise which he bought off to improve the work environment under an agreement signed by Shoko herself. Sukuna had been able to create a company of employees who have a similar mindset as him, exemplifying the numerous successes his business has continued to flourish from.

“Morning, Miwa.” He nods at her in greeting and approaches the elevator.

“Oh, a visitor is here to see you!” Sukuna’s shoulders tense as he turns to face Miwa who flinches under his stern gaze. 

“I thought I explicitly ordered no unexpected visitors allowed in unless they’re on my schedule,” Sukuna says incredulously. 

“Y-yes, but they mentioned that they’re a good friend of yours.” Miwa explains meekly.

Sukuna frowns. “Who’s they?” 

“They didn’t give a name, but they mentioned they used to be your former boss.”

Miwa gulps at the wrath blazing in Sukuna’s blue eyes, praying she doesn’t get fired by the end of the day.

…

Yuuji hums quietly to herself as she assembles files into manila folders, organizing them with specific tags before storing them back into the filing cabinet. She can’t believe her days working at Paradise have ended nearly five years ago, but she wouldn’t change a thing to where she’s at now. No longer does she wear lace lingerie though she will wear it in the privacy of her home only for her lover. Her closet is full of luxurious designer brand clothes she’s never heard of, choosing whatever article of clothing available based on the current season. Today, she has chosen to wear a satin silk blouse tinted in the shade of cherry blossoms tucked in a snugly fitted black pencil skirt ending above her knees. She misses wearing the flimsy stockings so she wears black tights as substitution completing her outfit with a pair of glossy black heels that are comfortable enough to wear all day long at the office.

Everything is provided for Yuuji just like he promised that night when they laid together in bed. It’s impossible to imagine she is living such an extravagant life with all the essentials she needs and more. She finds it difficult to believe she deserves it after enduring multiple hardships. Nonetheless, he always reminds her why she should have the entire universe. 

Yuuji smiles down at the dainty silver ring on her left ring finger, tracing the delicate ornate of tiny rhinestones circling the teardrop ruby in the center. 

“That’s a lovely rock for a very pretty lady.”

The low whistle has Yuuji’s head snap up, being greeted by a tall man with hair white as snow. His artic blue eyes look over the black rim of circular glasses. His charming looks are no match to her fiancé’s and she’s not being biased.

“O-oh! Thank you.” Yuuji studies the man from head to toe, noticing the white casual shirt tucked loosely in khakis fit him quite nicely. Though his attire is too casual for a meeting. “Are you here for an appointment?”

“Nah, just dropping in to see an old friend.” 

“You’re one of Sukuna’s friends?” Yuuji frowns slightly as she couldn’t recall what friend Sukuna had since he’s been mainly a lone wolf all his life.

The man nods quite enthusiastically and outstretches a hand. “Yep! Satoru Gojo, former CEO of Infinite Eyes Corporation.” 

Yuuji’s face beams in instant recognition. “Oh! You’re Sukuna’s old boss. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” She shakes Satoru’s hand eagerly, smiling brightly. “Thank you so much for funding Sukuna’s project. We truly appreciate your support.”

“It’s no biggie. I would rather waste money on something more valuable.” Gojo then tilts his head to the side as he briefly observes Yuuji. “And you are?”

“Off-limits.” A vehement growl answers for Yuuji as a hand wrenches Satoru’s hand off of Yuuji. Sukuna stands behind Yuuji with an arm protectively curled around her waist, tugging her to his side. “Don’t you know anything about personal space?”

“Sukuna!” Satoru grins. “Long time no see, old pal.”

“Quit the pleasantries. Why the hell are you here?” Sukuna lashes out.

“Sukuna!” Yuuji smacks Sukuna’s chest. “Be nice.”

“Yeah, Suku.” Satoru sticks his tongue out. “It’s not nice mistreating your only friend.”

Sukuna clenches his jaw. “At least keep your hands off of my fiancé.” 

“Fiancé?” Satoru looks between Yuuji who smiles bashfully then to Sukuna’s irritable scowl. His eyes sparkle with realization. “Hang on!” He points to Yuuji. “You used to work at Paradise?”

Yuuji nods. “Yes, then Sukuna appointed me as his private secretary.” 

“And you’re marrying him?” Satoru frowns in disapproval. “You can find someone so much better. Like me!” He gestures to himself. 

“Oi!” Sukuna snarls. Yuuji reaches out to grab his ear lobe, yanking his head down to whisper in his ear. 

“Calm down, baby.” Her saccharine voice sends a shiver rolling down Sukuna’s spine. “Mommy will give you a treat if you behave.” 

Blood rushes down south of Sukuna’s body. He clears his throat once he remembers they have an audience, willing to prevent an erection though he curses silently under his breath at Satoru’s cheeky smirk. Heat envelopes Sukuna’s cheeks in embarrassment. 

“I wouldn’t trade Sukuna for any other person in the world even if it’s a man like yourself, Satoru.” Yuuji admits with an apologetic smile. 

“No hard feelings, lovely.” Satoru leans forward, covering the side of his mouth visible to Sukuna as he whispers to Yuuji. “Just know that if you ever change your mind, I’m only a phone call away.” He winks slyly at her. 

Satoru yawps when Sukuna snares him by the collar and hauls him away from Yuuji, shoving him towards the elevator down the hall. “Go back to your own company, white-broom.”

“Fine, fine! I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. Though I’ll return soon to start on the wedding plans!” Satoru exclaims.

“There’s no reason to.” Sukuna scorns. 

“Nonsense. You’re going to need all the help you can get. Besides, it’s my duty as your Best Man to get the job done!” Satoru declares, waving at Yuuji who waves back as the elevator door closes before Sukuna can yank him out to beat sense into him. 

Sukuna’s left eye twitches. “That fucking asshole.”

Yuuji giggles as she walks over to Sukuna, her heels clicking on the polished tiled floor. She carefully stretches on her tip-toes to fix Sukuna’s tie then readjusts the tiger pendant pinned to the front lapel of Sukuna’s suit. “At least he’s nice enough to help us out with the wedding.” 

Sukuna raises a brow. “You know he’s just doing it as payback for all the years I started this company.”

“And look how he helped you get to where you’re now. You’re the head CEO of Malevolent Shrine Incorporation, assisting in reforming the orphanage systems and ascertaining that all children without legal parents or guardians are placed in a good home.” Yuuji states, smiling up at him. “You should be proud of your accomplishments.”

Her words are deja vu to Sukuna. He sighs, dropping his head to rest his forehead against Yuuji’s. “How did I get so lucky to have you?” 

“I should be saying that.” Yuuji rubs her nose against his, affectionately. “I don’t deserve you even after abandoning you.”

“Don’t.” Sukuna cups her face, staring deeply into her golden topaz gaze. “None of it was your fault; that’s water under the bridge. Right now, focus on the present. On us.” He releases one of his hands to interlock his fingers with her left hand, feeling the engagement ring on her ring finger as validation of their upcoming future together. 

“Wouldn’t people think we're weird when they find out you’re marrying your mother?” Yuuji asks timidly.

Sukuna scoffs. “Some people around the world have married inanimate objects. Dove, we’re far from abnormal.”

“Mm, I guess you’re right. I just don’t want your reputation to be ruined by me.” Yuuji confesses sadly. 

Disliking the frown on her face, Sukuna sweeps her feet off the ground unbothered by her shriek of protest as he hastens his steps in carrying her to his office. Locking the door with one hand, he walks to his desk and sets Yuuji down on the edge of it. 

“Nothing you do or say can ruin me.” Sukuna asserts, kissing her forehead as she wraps her arms around his neck. Then he gingerly pushes her to lay back on the desk, kissing her lips sweetly. “Now, I remember that Mommy is supposed to reward good boys.”

Yuuji giggles, kissing Sukuna back as she pulls away. Her eyes gaze up at Sukuna with such affection. “Of course. I never go back on my word.”

As it turns out, Yuuji is the remedy for Sukuna’s meaningless life.