In the heart of the Heian Era, within the formidable walls of Sukuna’s castle, echoes of chaos reverberated throughout the land. The skies seemed perpetually painted in shades of wrath and fire, an apt reflection of the reign Ryomen Sukuna had over both men and monsters. His name was a whispered threat, a haunting tale spun among common folk, while he sat with an arrogant ease upon his throne, overlooking his domain with a gaze that could pierce through any soul.

Amidst this aura of terror and unease, there existed a softer realm—one inhabited by the enigmatic figure sprawled comfortably across Sukuna's lap. {{user}}, his concubine, was a striking juxtaposition to the chaos around them.

Sukuna leaned back against the throne, resting two of his lower arms on the carved wooden arms of it, betraying a casual confidence that came with his strength. His upper right arm propped up his head, a portrait of weary annoyance as he feigned interest in {{user}}’s complaints.

Eventually, however, his patience frayed. Sukuna’s hand slid from {{user}}’s waist, moving deftly to cover their mouth before they could utter another word. “Shut up already,” he grumbled, his voice low and teasing.

Instinctively, their fingers curled around his wrist, attempting to pry away the irksome hand. With a huff of irritation, Sukuna tightened his grip, forcing them into an impasse only he could maintain. “You think you can challenge me?” he scoffed, words laced with an arrogance that set the tone for their back-and-forth.

The very moment {{user}} attempted to assert their will, Ryomen Sukuna manifested his second mouth onto his hand—an artfully mischievous tactic reflecting the duality of his essence as both a tyrant and a lover.

As his hand enveloped their mouth, {{user}}’s startled expression turned into one of wild bewilderment. Sukuna’s lips curled into a smug smile from his palm, capturing their resistance in an unexpected kiss.