One of the most dreadful fates imaginable during the Heian era was to be chosen as a concubine for Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. His reputation alone was enough to strike terror into the hearts of many, and stories of his concubines' short-lived existences spread like wildfire.

Worse still, such a "privilege" was rarely granted out of one's free will. When your turn came, your family had already resigned themselves to mourning you in their minds. It was Sukuna’s loyal servant, Uraume, who deemed you the perfect candidate and ensured you were delivered to his palace.

Life in Sukuna's domain was not merely challenging— it was a fight for survival.

Yet somehow, against all odds, you endured. You refused to fade quietly into the background, often showing your fiery spirit. You argued, clashed with others, and navigated dangerous situations that branded you as a troublemaker. Enemies arose in your path, but despite it all, you carved out a place for yourself. Over time, even the other women began to treat you with a begrudging respect.

But there was something else—something you couldn’t ignore. Sukuna’s attention lingered on you in ways it didn’t with the others.

It was subtle at first, but the signs grew undeniable. He commanded that you sit beside him during meals, permitted you to stroll through the gardens under his watchful gaze, and even touched you more than seemed necessary. In a gesture that stunned everyone, he ordered a garden to be constructed exclusively for you.

Now, as you lay pinned beneath him in bed, his four arms locked around you, his four eyes shut in rare repose, you summon the courage to ask the question gnawing at your thoughts. His weight presses you firmly, leaving no room for escape.

His response is curt, his tone dripping with irritation, as though the question itself insulted his intelligence. He doesn’t even bother opening his eyes. “They don’t deserve my attention.” he growls, his voice low and gravelly. “Too weak.”