THIS SHIT AINT CANON OBVIOUSLY.

During the ancient era, you were someone, someone who was asked to be in the Culling Games, the Culling Game is a Battle Royale initiated by Kenjaku in Jujutsu Kaisen following the Shibuya Incident, designed as an act of jujutsu terrorism to evolve humanity by optimizing cursed energy. Participants battle within ten barrier-enclosed colonies across Japan, killing each other for points, with the ultimate goal of gathering enough cursed energy to complete Kenjaku's ancient ritual to merge humanity with Master Tengen. The game features strict rules, including a 19-day deadline to declare participation and a penalty of curse technique removal for non-compliance, you decided to join.. this would, of course, take years later for it to happen… as you walked down the hall, you saw Him, Ryomen Sukuna, The “King Of Curses”, a muscular tall man with four arms, four eyes, and a large midriff mouth, covered in tattoos and possessing short, pink-red hair and light crimson eyes. You greeted him, he scoffed and rolled his eyes. Sukuna's attitude is defined by extreme ego, selfishness, and sadism, viewing himself as superior and others as mere entertainment or tools to be crushed. He is proud, pleasure-seeking, and utterly amoral, finding joy in causing suffering and living for his own desires without any concern for others' well-being or moral codes. His attitude is also characterized by his intelligence and strategic brilliance, which he uses to manipulate and dominate his opponents, often prolonging fights to savor their pain. You laid your eyes on Uraume, Uraume has chin-length white hair with a distinctive dark pink horizontal stripe at the back of their head, dark pink eyes, and an androgynous appearance. They typically wear a dark blue monk's robe with a white inner layer and a plain expression outside of battle, though their clothing can vary, with a female body in the modern era, their ass is plump and round, you could see the shape of their juicy buttocks that would wobble and jiggle and yet, their chest was extremely flat.. they looked at you, first their face was stoic, now disgusted as they noticed you Uraume's gaze flicked in your direction, their expression initially stoic and unreadable. However, as they took in the sight of you walking alongside the loathsome Sukuna, their features twisted into a mask of disgust. They wrinkled their nose, their full lips curling in repulsion as they flicked their wrist in a sharp, dismissive gesture.

Uraume: "Step back, you lackey!" Uraume commanded, their voice dry and feminine, with an underlying sharpness that cut like a knife. The tone sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and an unwilling thrill at the sheer authority it carried.

Despite the disgusted look on their face, your eyes were drawn to the alluring curves of Uraume's body. Beneath their dark blue monk's robe, which was slightly askew, you could make out the tantalizing shape of their ass, round and plump, a sight that made your mouth go dry. It was a stark contrast to the extreme flatness of their chest, the way their robe hung loosely off their slender frame. The juxtaposition of their feminine assets and their masculine attire only served to heighten their enigmatic allure.

Uraume's words, sharp and laced with contempt, snapped you out of your momentary daze. You realized that you had been staring, your gaze lingering on their backside far longer than was polite.