The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 40

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"Forget it, if you don't wanna talk, fine." Saki didn't bother trying to get more info from Sukuna. She just reached out and slapped the unconscious teen awake—she'd already come up with a solution.

"You've got two choices," she said to Uraume with a smile.

"One, you set a binding vow on yourself, promise not to try escaping, not to leave this room, and not to hurt anyone until I wake up tomorrow morning."

"Two, I beat you up first, then force you to set a binding vow on yourself, promising not to try escaping, not to leave this room, and not to hurt anyone until I wake up tomorrow morning."

Uraume: "......"

You call that a choice?

Uraume knew when to pick their battles and immediately went with the first option. After setting the vow without fuss, they got knocked out again.

Consider it double insurance.

Once Saki knocked them out, she sent Gojo a text, telling him to check into the hotel first when he arrived and to come find her after 8 a.m. the next morning.

With all that handled, she was seriously tired and just wanted to pass out—but she was covered in blood and couldn't sleep like that. So, shower first.

In the bathroom, she stared at her exhausted reflection in the mirror and let out a huge yawn. Thinking about how she still had to wash her hair, wash her body, and then dry everything... she suddenly felt like just giving up.

"Sukuna," she said righteously, "I think, since we're sharing this body now, you also have a responsibility to help take care of it."

"Like when people rent a place together—everyone takes turns cleaning."

"Shut up," Sukuna cut her off, clearly annoyed.

"I'm tired. You take the shower," Saki said, straight to the point.

Sukuna: "......"

"Absolutely not."

"Ugh, whatever. Stingy," Saki grumbled, then resigned herself to washing up on her own.

Halfway through her shower, she started getting annoyed again.

"If it weren't for you, none of this would've happened. This is all your fault."

Sukuna didn't even bother replying.

That just made Saki even more pissed. She suddenly had the urge to punch him.

And the second that thought popped into her head, she felt like her soul dropped straight down. The next thing she knew, she was inside Sukuna's innate domain—completely naked.

Sukuna looked surprised at first, then frowned instinctively. He hadn't expected the girl to force her way into his innate domain like that.

"You entered without permission—how dare—"

He started to scold her, but before he could finish, her fist flew at him and landed squarely on his face.

"Sukuna, you perv! Dragging me in here while I'm taking a shower?!" Saki yelled, totally losing it.

Sukuna realized she thought he was the one who dragged her in, and the sheer injustice of it nearly made him explode. "Are you stupid? It was clearly—"

He didn't even get to finish before another punch landed on him.

After giving him a solid one-two, Saki started yanking his clothes off with practiced ease.

Sukuna took a deep breath, gritting his teeth as he spat out the rest of his sentence: "You came in here on your own. I didn't pull you."

Saki froze.

Then she suddenly remembered—she had thought about coming in here to beat him up. So technically, yeah... she'd brought herself in.

Silence hung over the domain like a wet towel on a rainy night.

By now, she'd already stripped half his clothes off. His solid pecs and smooth abs were fully out in the open. Now she wasn't even sure if she was supposed to keep going.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Saki tried to shift the blame.

"Did you even give me a chance to speak?" Sukuna shot back, face like thunder.

"Okay, okay, this one's on me." Saki finally gave in, clearly feeling guilty. "I haven't even finished my shower. I'm gonna head back now."

She thought about the feeling of being forcefully ejected from the domain last time and managed to boot herself out smoothly.

Her consciousness snapped back, and she was still standing under the showerhead. Pretending like nothing had happened, she calmly continued washing up, then went straight to bed.

Ryomen Sukuna wanted to m*rder someone.

When Gojo arrived the next morning, the girl had just gotten up not long ago. She was humming to herself while curling her hair with an iron, looking like last night hadn't affected her one bit.

Her mental resilience was seriously insane.

He suddenly felt a little jealous. Just think—she'd been parasitized by the King of Curses, hassled by the higher-ups, attacked by a special-grade curse... anyone else would've already lost their mind.

But here she was, doing her thing every day, sleeping and eating on schedule, living life like a cute little chaos gremlin without a single thought in her head.

"Mr. Gojo, that guy's stuff is all on the table," Saki reminded him. "Take anything useful. If it's junk, just chuck it."

"As for that curse user—" she awkwardly pointed at Uraume, who was passed out on the floor, "He woke up this morning and I was worried he'd run, so I knocked him out again."

Gojo followed her gaze to Uraume, then looked at the table—and spotted the ultra-rare special-grade cursed object: the Prison Realm.

Holy crap. She actually managed to steal this?

Saki finished curling her hair and tied it into a high ponytail, bouncing over with energy. She noticed Gojo staring at the Prison Realm and skipped over curiously.

"What's that? A decorative box? Kinda ugly," she said.

"Special-grade cursed object, Prison Realm," Gojo explained casually. "Supposedly it can seal anything. This is my first time seeing it in person."

"Oh," Saki responded, then quickly lost interest and looked away.

"Kiki, you want it? If you do, keep it. If not, I'll take it off your hands," Gojo offered, adding, "This kind of cursed object usually goes for more than five hundred million yen. I can buy it off you."

"No need, just take it," Saki said, waving her hand. "I stole it anyway."

"Then here, this is for you." Gojo handed her a cursed tool he'd brought along. "Special-grade cursed tool, Playful Cloud. Its power scales with arm strength. It's perfect for you."

"You're giving this to me? Isn't it, like, really valuable?" Saki asked as she examined the red three-section staff.

"It's fine. I stole it too," Gojo replied offhandedly.

Saki: "..."

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