The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 33

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"I just meant legally you can get married at eighteen, not that I'm gonna do it," Saki explained helplessly. "Besides, I'm an idol—forget marriage, I can't even date just anyone."

"You two really are close," Gojo said with a smile, feeling just a little envious.

He was an only child. Though he had a bunch of cousins from extended family, the way they interacted didn't feel like siblings—it was more like superior and subordinate.

"Well, duh," Saki said proudly, nodding.

Since Saki insisted on trying the alcohol, Saitama eventually gave up on stopping her. And after one glass, she found it tasted really good—like, open-the-door-to-a-whole-new-world good.

The three of them chatted and drank together.

Saki asked about the situation at the Jujutsu Headquarters, mainly to check if they'd given Gojo any trouble. He told her everything was fine now.

She immediately felt relieved, even though deep down she knew it was only temporary.

—The higher-ups had only backed down for now because they didn't want to get beat up again. Once they figured out a way to deal with her, they'd definitely start causing problems again.

But so what? That only mattered if they actually could find a way to deal with her. She didn't even know how to deal with herself.

As they talked, Saki gradually drank more and more without realizing.

Gojo noticed, but since the girl's eyes were still clear and she didn't look the least bit drunk, he didn't say anything. Saitama, on the other hand, kept warning his sister not to drink too much, but she chose to ignore him.

The dinner went on for quite a while—until there was a loud thud and Saki's forehead slammed right into the table.

One second she looked totally fine, and the next she was completely out cold. If someone had walked in, they might've thought she'd been dr*gged.

"Told you kids shouldn't drink," Saitama muttered, unable to stop himself from nagging.

With his sister passed out drunk, he didn't stick around. He got up, said his goodbyes, and carried her home like a kitten with one hand.

Saki was dreaming. In the dream, she was at a galaxy-level awards ceremony, being named the most popular idol in the entire universe. The crowd below the stage was packed with her fans.

Just as she was about to give her acceptance speech, heart pounding with excitement—her body suddenly dropped.

The next second, she was lying in a pool of eerie blood, staring dazedly at a massive spinal column overhead—some kind of gigantic creature's skeleton.

What the hell?

Before she could even process what was happening, a gust of wind hit her, and her shoulder seam ripped open with a loud rip.

"Heh, this body really does satisfy me," a familiar voice said from behind.

Saki thought she was still dreaming, so she kept lying there calmly, only slightly tilting her head up, trying to look behind her.

And then—she saw the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, sitting upside down on a throne made of bones.

He wore a loose woman's kimono, tall and muscular, his exposed skin covered in black, ring-like markings. His handsome face had four eyes.

All four were staring at her, looking down from above with an arrogant gaze.

Saki stared dumbly at his face—then suddenly sat up and turned toward him.

That face...

Why did it look so much like hers?

Though the features were sharper and more masculine, it was definitely based on her. Someone who didn't know better might've thought they were twins.

"What's wrong, kid? Stunned? Or didn't recognize who I am?" Sukuna sneered.

Saki blinked, unsure, and said, "Sukuna?"

"It's me," Sukuna admitted openly.

"Where is this? Why am I seeing you? And why do you look just like me?" Saki asked a bunch of questions out of curiosity.

"You can ask those questions after you beat me," Sukuna said, flicking his fingers as countless slashes attacked the girl.

He wanted to personally feel her strength.

Saki was slow to react to danger. She didn't dodge the invisible slashes at all, until dozens of cuts appeared on her clothes, instantly turning them ragged.

"Ah—You pervert!" The girl let out a short scream, then angrily rushed forward to fight.

Even though the other was residing inside her body and had already seen everything, and she had long given up caring about that, it didn't mean she could accept flashing herself in front of him face to face.

Sukuna, knowing her strength, was well prepared. He suddenly disappeared and appeared behind her.

So Saki's punch hit a mountain-high skeleton instead. The bones collapsed immediately, and she fell along with them.

Sukuna kicked her mercilessly.

Normally, the one throwing the punch wouldn't have time to pull back or defend, but Saki wasn't normal.

She effortlessly controlled her strength, turned, grabbed the man's kicking leg, and violently threw him flying. Before he landed, she bounced up and punched his abdomen mid-air, slamming him hard into the ground.

Sukuna let out a muffled grunt, feeling like his internal organs were shattered by that punch.

But his reaction was quick too. Seeing Saki coming down for a second punch, he rolled aside and got up to counterattack.

Saki had no formal training in fighting and only knew simple punches. Usually, she won by crushing opponents with speed and power. When Sukuna threw a punch, she didn't even think about dodging—she met it head-on with a punch.

Sukuna's pupils suddenly contracted. His punching right arm, from finger bones to shoulder blade, instantly cracked all over.

But even so, he didn't back down. Letting his right hand be wrecked, he seized the chance to stretch out his left hand and press it on the girl's chest.

"Cleave," he said with a smile.

This was his technique. Unlike the normal slash "Dismantle," "Cleave" adjusted based on cursed energy difference and strength, capable of a one-hit kill, and required contact with the target to activate.

As the technique triggered, a spiderweb-like grid appeared instantly across the girl's chest—countless intersecting slashes.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The slashes pierced through the girl's body, but she remained completely unharmed. Only her already shredded clothes were declared utterly destroyed.

Saki was clearly stunned, looking at the hand pressed on her chest, then at her torn-to-shreds clothes, her mind buzzing and losing reason.

"Die! You sick pervert!"

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