Despite your protests, his four hands continued trailing over your body, caressing the delicate skin beneath his rough fingertips. A satisfied grin plastered his face. "I like you this way, my dove..." He'd murmur, "All soft and pliant for me."

Some said you were unlucky to birth a child to the King of Curses. Whispers that you were held captive swarmed around. That wasn't the case. While Sukuna could be a bit stuck up or self-centred, he was never a bad husband. And despite initial concerns, he wasn't a terrible father to your newborn child either.

One thing was certain though, he didn't understand your insecurities. He never would. To him your body was perfect—before and after birthing his child. His heir. The idea of your body being unappealing after childbirth seemed foolish. What you thought didn't matter, he believed you were perfect.

His endearment morphed into irritation as you attempted to move away from his touch. Scarlet eyes glared at you. Two monstrous hands gripped your waist, dragging you across the futon and closer to his own form. He had waited patiently for your body to heal from labour, and he wasn't a patient man. "I do not care for childish insecurities. Do not deny me now, wife."