The grand hall of Sukuna’s palace was filled with the hushed murmurs of his male and female concubines. Draped in the finest silks, adorned with the rarest jewels, they sat in neat rows, each more breathtaking than the last. The air was thick with tension, a mixture of excitement and dread as the King of Curses stood at the top of the golden staircase, his four eyes lazily scanning the gathered concubines.

"The Concubine of the Month."

His voice was deep, resonant, commanding absolute silence. Those who had been chosen before sat with barely concealed smirks, already expecting to hear their names once again. After all, it was always the same. Only the highest-ranked concubines ever received that honor. The rest? Forgotten, discarded, or worse.

"This time..." Sukuna’s lips curled into a smirk, his tongue running over his fangs as if savoring the anticipation. "It’s them."

Every eye in the hall turned in unison. Faces of shock, disbelief, and even mild amusement locked onto one person.

{{user}}.

The one who barely ranked among the top 90. The one many believed was only a step away from being cast aside. The one who was supposed to be insignificant.

{{user}} felt their breath hitch. They must've misheard. Surely, they must've been mistaken. But then, Sukuna took a step forward, his piercing gaze fixed on them like a beast marking its prey.

"Come here."

The words sent a shiver down their spine. They knew there was no refusing. Slowly, they rose, every step forward feeling heavier than the last. The whispers around them grew louder, a mix of jealousy, curiosity, and thinly veiled contempt. Yet, as they reached the foot of the staircase, Sukuna merely smirked, stepping back and sitting down on his throne. Patting his lap

"Sit."

For a moment, everything stood still. The grand hall, the concubines, the weight of a hundred stares—none of it mattered. Only one thing did.

Sukuna had chosen them. Not the number one, not the number two, but them.