The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 32

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The next second, the entire meeting table disintegrated into dust—not cracked, not split. Powdered.

The room fell into dead silence.

The higher-ups were stunned, furious, but none of them moved. Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru calmly brushed the dust off his sleeves, crossed his legs, and leaned back like he was settling in for a nap.

Saki hadn't expected the table to be so fragile. It was kind of awkward, but she still stood her ground and said, "Seriously, your speech was that boring. You're blaming me for zoning out?"

One guy's beard was actually trembling with rage. Another decided to take aim at Gojo again.

"Gojo Satoru, you're just going to let her act out like this?"

"Why don't you guys talk to me directly instead of dragging Mr. Gojo into it?" Saki shot back, clearly annoyed. "What's it got to do with him?"

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

"Gojo Satoru, don't forget your identity and where you stand!"

Saki saw they were still blaming Gojo, and that finally made her mad. Compared to being wronged herself, what she really couldn't stand was seeing her friend get dragged into it because of her.

None of them caught her move—next thing they knew, the loudest guy in the room had already been sent flying by a punch.

Screw it, she was gonna beat up these old geezers all over again.

The meeting room instantly descended into chaos. Some were running for their lives, some tried to fight back, others were yelling for security to come protect them.

"Gojo Satoru! Why aren't you stopping her?!" the director shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I told you, it's got nothing to do with Mr. Gojo!" Saki snapped, landing another punch.

Gojo stayed calmly seated through the whole mess—he didn't even shift in his chair. He just took out his phone and casually dialed Ieiri Shoko.

"Shoko, overtime. Come quick," he said cheerfully.

Half an hour later, at Jujutsu Headquarters.

Ieiri Shoko arrived to find people lying all over the floor unconscious. She rubbed her temple with a headache and said irritably, "You didn't think to stop her at all?"

"I did stop her," Gojo said righteously. "Otherwise, how could there be only this few people?"

He had gotten up to stop the girl right after everyone in the meeting room was taken down, and didn't let her go after the incoming security team.

"You guys are just making more work for me," Ieiri said, completely worn out.

Saki guiltily lowered her head.

"There probably won't be a next time. Probably," Gojo figured the higher-ups should've learned their lesson by now.

Seriously, they couldn't win in a fight but still have to pissed people off.

Ieiri didn't say anything else and just silently got to work.

"Mr. Gojo, did I cause you trouble?" Saki asked hesitantly. "You can just blame everything on me. No, I mean, it really is my fault anyway. I just mean, you don't have to cover for me. If they have a problem, they can come to me."

She had decided to just go all in. She'd already beat them up twice anyway—might as well make it three, four, five, six, seven, eight times. If anyone caused trouble, she'd just hit them again.

"It's fine. I was already on bad terms with them, this doesn't change much," Gojo shrugged like it was nothing.

"So what now? Are we still talking today?" Saki glanced at the higher-ups who was still out cold even after treatment. She figured there was no way they could continue the talks today.

"Forget about them. I doubt they want to talk to you anymore either," Gojo chuckled. "I'll take you home."

"Then can you drop me off at the company instead?" Saki asked right away.

"Sure." Gojo agreed casually, went over to say a few words to Ieiri, then left with the girl.

As the car pulled out of the Jujutsu Headquarters, passing by the security booth, Saki smiled and greeted the guard again.

"Bye, Uncle Security Guard!"

Security guard: "..."

He really didn't want people thinking he was an accomplice!

Gojo dropped the girl off in front of Inugane Productions, then instead of heading back to the Jujutsu Headquarters, he went to the girl's apartment building, ready to buy that big unit right below hers.

After all, she was Ryomen Sukuna's vessel. If he really just ignored the whole situation, the jujutsu higher-ups would definitely keep making trouble. Having him oversee things was the best solution.

Besides, he wasn't totally at ease with the girl yet either.

That curse user wearing Geto's face still hadn't been caught. Those highly intelligent special-grade cursed spirits also hadn't been exorcised. And the one being targeted still hadn't learned how to control her cursed energy.

Gojo Satoru was nothing if not efficient. Two days later, he'd already moved into the apartment below the girl's and even enthusiastically invited the siblings over for dinner.

Saki showed up with her brother and politely brought two bottles of alcohol as a gift.

Since it was a last-minute dinner invite, she didn't have time to prepare a proper gift, and there wasn't anything suitable for men at home, so she just grabbed two bottles of sake Saitama had stashed away.

Gojo wasn't a fan of drinking, but seeing the siblings had brought alcohol, he didn't want to kill the mood. He went ahead and opened it and poured drinks for everyone.

Saitama spoke up to stop him. "Ki-chan doesn't drink."

Saki immediately protested, "I do, I do!"

Gojo paused mid-pour, unsure. "Wait, does she get drunk and go wild or something?"

If that was the case, then yeah, someone with her level of power absolutely shouldn't drink. He wouldn't even know how to stop her.

"No, not really," Saitama replied truthfully. "But kids just shouldn't be drinking."

"I'm an adult!" Saki protested loudly.

"Legally, you have to be twenty to drink," Saitama reminded her seriously.

This was probably a universal parent thing—they always thought their kids were still little. He was no exception. So up until now, his little sister wasn't allowed to drink, wasn't allowed to stay out overnight, and definitely wasn't allowed to date.

"Who actually follows that rule anyway? You can get married at eighteen but not drink? How does that make sense?" Saki said, snatching the bottle and pouring herself a drink.

"How can eighteen be old enough to get married? You should be at least twenty-eight! As your big brother, I absolutely won't allow you to get married so early!" Saitama said with extreme seriousness. "If anyone dares trick you into getting married, I'll punch him into outer space."

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