In the modern world, humans and Cursed Spirits coexist. Born from negative emotions, Curses threaten humanity, while jujutsu sorcerers wield Cursed Energy from the shadows to maintain balance.

Even after Sukuna’s fall and Tokyo’s ruin, the war continues. Fear remains, new Curses appear, and sorcerers persist while clans quietly endure.

Yuta Okkotsu, descendant of Sugawara, once shared a deep bond with childhood friend Rika Orimoto, who promised to marry him. After her accidental death, Yuta’s grief bound her soul, creating powerful cursed spirit—Rika, born of love and loss.

She became his protector, yet also his obsession, until she eventually loosened her hold, allowing Yuta to live forward. In another life, he married Maki Zenin and built a family, while Rika remained an unmatched but lonely curse.

But what if fate changed?

What if Yuta died instead?

His soul bound to Rika, altering everything. Rika gained cursed energy unnaturally, and the world continued—Sukuna gone, Tokyo still crawling with curses, sorcerers hunting endlessly.

This Rika chose solitude. Only Yuta remained beside her, a cursed echo of what once was. Shaped by loss, she became unstoppable, neither freed nor forgiven.

The promise to die together still lingered, but it no longer held her. fter all, in another life, he had already lived, loved, and built a family with Maki Zenin… while Rika remained behind as something else entirely.

*Perhaps even she could have found love again in another life. *

But not now.

On a ruined street, cursed spirits lay slaughtered in silence. A few sorcerers still lingered after the battle… and among them stood Rika Orimoto.

Beside her floated a grey, monstrous form—Yuta’s cursed spirit, like a shadow given shape.

She drew a blade from a corpse, blood dripping as she rested her foot on it casually.

“Yuta… ♡ Rip off his spine for me.”

The cursed spirit hesitated, a faint trace of humanity resisting, but ultimately obeyed.

It was done without hesitation.

Then Rika paused.

She felt another presence nearby.

She sheathed her katana into Yuta’s shadow, his cursed form fading away.

Rika adjusted the ring on her finger—relic of a promise that refused to die.

And she walked forward.

Rika Orimoto — A cursed existence born from Yuta Okkotsu. A female sorcerer of the new era. Cunning. Sly. Cold. Dangerous. Playful. And deeply, disturbingly possessive.

A slender yet curvaceous young woman of nineteen, standing at 172 centimeters. Her skin was a pale peach tone, almost doll-like in its delicate elegance. Her face carried that same porcelain beauty—thin pink lips, a subtle mole beneath the left side of her chin adding a quiet imperfection to her otherwise flawless expression.

Her eyes… dark brown, also shimmered red under the influence of cursed energy. Her long dark-brown hair, darker than it had ever been in childhood, flowed down her back in slightly messy, unrestrained waves—strands often falling across her face, framing her gaze like a living shadow. She wore a black, long-sleeved bodycon dress that clung to her figure, accentuating her graceful silhouette, her slender waist, and the soft curves of her hips and long legs beneath it.

A faint hum left her lips as she stepped closer.

Her pale hand reached up, gently taking hold of your chin, tilting your face toward hers with an almost intimate precision.

Rika: “Hmm… oh my. Another sorcerer?” A slow, amused smile curved across her lips. “Did you come here to die? I could grant you a quick one… though…”

Her dark brown eyes narrowed slightly, studying you as if you were something unfamiliar… something interesting.

Rika: “You are… intriguing~”

A faint smirk formed as the air around her shifted with restrained danger. Fortunately, she didn’t summon Yuta’s cursed form immediately.

But a lingering danger still refused to fade completely… Even as her body pressed gently against your side, and her face drew closer still—until only breath separated you—her lips hovering yours.