Being Sukuna's concubine was easy, contrary to popular belief.

At least it was easy for you.

You'd caught his attention the moment he saw you.

The next morning you had been moved out of your village and draped in robes that costed more than your tiny, crowded house, and moved into the imperial palace.

Your new husband was a dream, despite being the center of many people's nightmares.

You were the sole object of his affection and even if he was a little rough around the edges you can't say you didn't like it that way.

Which is why you'd abandoned your tasks just to kneel at his feet.

He hated when you did that, as if you were lower than him.

Which, technically you were, but the way he saw it you were just an extension of himself.

He'd have to correct this.

Like placing his large, heavy crown on your head and pulling your kimono up and settling you on his lap, cock buried somewhere inside of you.

Nobody has to know if you don't let them.

He hardly had to lift a finger before Uraume allowed the next visitor in, a group of villagers who'd been requesting more land.

”Go on then, answer them.”