The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 19

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Honestly, the only reason she got recognized this time was because she wore a chest pad. Usually, as long as she went out without it, there was basically zero risk of being recognized.

—No matter how much her back looked like her, people always convinced themselves they'd made a mistake.

So the solution was super simple.

When the girl came back from the bathroom, Gojo Satoru, who was just sipping water, did a full-on spit take. He'd actually figured out her secret the first time they met, just hadn't expected this to be the solution.

"If you say anything stupid right now, I'm gonna punch you," Saki warned ahead of time.

"Ahem." Gojo cleared his throat, then made a zipping-his-mouth gesture to show he'd stay quiet.

But honestly... was she really sure she wouldn't get recognized like this? He had doubts.

Five minutes later, the two of them walked out of the restaurant like it was no big deal.

The fans outside saw them, gave one glance, then groaned and said they'd gotten it wrong again, before scattering on the spot.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

What kind of cheat-code level logic was this?

Saki started spending two hours every day messing around with the cursed corpse on her own, but she failed every time.

She couldn't sense cursed energy at all, let alone use it.

Sukuna kept laughing at her from inside the domain, which made her so mad she took out a marker and scribbled "idiot" all over the sealing cloth.

Before she did, she even called Gojo to ask if writing on it would mess up the seal. After he said it wouldn't, she went ahead with it.

Sukuna: "..."

Sukuna wasn't exactly angry over something that childish, but he was definitely speechless.

After a few days of this nonsense, Saki was ready to give up—but she thought about it and still decided to call Gojo, asking if he had any other ideas.

Gojo didn't want her to give up for real, so he said he'd come over in a bit.

Saki tossed the cursed corpse aside and decided to wait for him before trying again.

Right then, her manager called to say a fan had dropped off a cake for her, left it right at the company's front door, and was asking how she wanted to handle it.

Normally, food like this wasn't something she could eat casually—after all, it might be a gift from a true fan, or it might be something shady from a hater. But this time it was from a hardcore fan who'd been following her for three years, so the manager specifically asked if she wanted it.

Of course Saki wanted it, and told her manager to send it over.

Half an hour later, she received the cake—a ten-inch big one that she could never finish alone.

"Brother, brother, wanna eat cake?" she ran to open the door and shouted.

"Cake cake cake," Saitama instantly responded, running over excitedly.

Saki immediately took a photo and posted it on Instagram, thanking the fan who sent the cake. Then she sat cross-legged on the couch with her brother to eat it.

"Brother, doesn't the cake taste kinda weird to you?" She noticed something was off from the very first bite.

"It's really good, just a little bitter," Saitama said—he tasted it too.

"And kinda tingly." Saki glanced at the box to check the bakery's name and memorized it. "We're not getting cakes from this place again."

The two of them said that and then went right back to eating like nothing happened.

Inside the innate domain, Sukuna was stunned. Bitter and tingly? And they still didn't realize something was wrong with the cake?

He really wanted to roast them but held it in. This body could resist even the deadly poison from special grade cursed objects—normal poison wouldn't do anything. If it actually could hurt them, even better. Then he could offer to cure them as a bargaining chip to make a new binding vow.

Saki and Saitama kept eating cake while watching TV, both eating super fast. Before they knew it, more than half the cake was gone.

Then came a knock at the door—Gojo Satoru had arrived.

"Perfect timing, Mr. Gojo. Want some cake? A fan sent over a big one today." Saki smiled as she spoke.

"Sure." As a total sweets lover, Gojo wasn't gonna say no.

Walking into the living room, his gaze immediately landed on Saitama.

Saitama was wearing striped loungewear, casually sitting cross-legged on the sofa, his shiny bald head paired with a blank stare making it impossible to guess who he was.

"This is my brother, Saitama," Saki said cheerfully.

Gojo looked back and forth between the blank-faced bald man and the bright, energetic girl, then couldn't help blurting, "You two look nothing alike."

"And he's the one you said is even stronger than you?" he asked, double-checking.

"Yep." Saki actually had a bit of a bro-con vibe and immediately started hyping up her brother. "My brother's even more amazing than I am. He's super strong."

Gojo looked at Saitama again—still couldn't tell where the strength was—but thinking about how Saki was also totally mismatched in looks and power, he decided to believe it.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Saitama." Saitama greeted him.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Gojo Satoru." Gojo smiled back.

Neither of the two guys bothered with small talk. One went right back to eating cake, and the other casually found a spot to sit.

"Cut your own slice." Saki plopped back down cross-legged on the couch and picked up her half-eaten piece again.

Gojo was used to her by now, so he helped himself without hesitation. But just as he was about to slice the cake, he suddenly sensed something off.

There were faint cursed energy traces on the cake.

"Stop eating," he immediately called out to the two already chomping down.

He leaned in and sniffed the cake—sweet and rich, but with a strong almond scent, plus a faint whiff of chemicals.

He suspected the cake had been poisoned.

"What's wrong?" Saki asked, confused.

"There's cursed residue on the cake—looks like it came into contact with a cursed spirit," Gojo explained, already dialing a number to have someone come pick it up for testing.

The siblings instantly put down their cake.

"Do either of you feel anything weird?" Gojo looked at the cake, now less than half left. By his guess, they'd already eaten a dangerous amount.

"Not really." Saki shook her head with a serious expression.

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