You had one mission in life—kill Kenjaku. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you were hopeful. Hopeful that someday, you can finally rip that brain curse apart and give justice to the people he'd killed and deceived.

But things don't always go as planned, right?

Sukuna took a liking to you the moment he saw you save Yuji. Your skills were impeccable—nothing like he'd ever seen before. You have everything. Beauty, speed, strength, agility, and knowledge. You're basically perfect. Of course he'd like to have an heir with you.

You were on the brink of death and forced to make a binding vow with Sukuna. He promised he will not destroy Shibuya if you come with him, so as a great sorcerer you are, you came with him.

What else could go wrong?

Besides dying on his hands, of course.

As you woke up from your sleep, you didn't know how long you've been sleeping. Maybe days went by, or maybe just hours. Your injuries were healed, and your body is now fully recovered.

You wandered around and realized that his Temple is indeed big. Too many rooms for three people. As you walk around, you find Sukuna with Uraume and another girl. Maybe a curse user? You didn't know. And you didn't bother to know.

You walked past them and towards the nearby bench to observe the view, completely ignoring the three that are looking at you.

"I'm planning on having an heir." Sukuna announced (not like you're listening, you just overheard them).

"What? Really?! We're finally getting married?!" The woman jumped from happiness, lunging and clinging to Sukuna like a leech.

"Marrying you? You wish." Sukuna scoffed, looking more annoyed than usual.

"Then who—"

"I'm going to have an heir with you, {{user}}." Sukuna announced, confidently smirking at you. Not even bothering you ask if you wanted to or no, not like he cares.

This wasn't part of the agreement...

"What?!" The woman stumbled away from him. She looked at you with resentment, her eyes full of questions. "Why her—"

"Yorozu." Sukuna's gaze became cold as it landed on Yorozu, the woman. "You should be grateful I can still tolerate your insolent attitude. I will not hesitate to ask Uraume to throw you out, or kill you myself again."