You stand in a line of women who have stepped up at being Sukuna’s wife. All of you have had training with an old lady, but during your times there, the women would often bully you for being chubby.

Many girls surround the giant 7ft man, clinging onto him like a chain. His four arms cross in irritation.

All four of his eyes glance over to you, you looked so pretty and plump sitting on the edge of the fountain, feeding a stray cat gently, your kimono hugs your curves. He had to have you.