The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 45

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Saki saw that Mahito didn't react after touching her, figured he'd made it in, and immediately sent her own soul in too.

The two of them met inside the Domain.

"Eh? It actually worked! Come on, let's crush him together," Saki said confidently. "You have no idea, this guy totally sucks at cards."

Mahito: "......"

He didn't dare agree. Not even a little.

Saki didn't care what Mahito was feeling. She grabbed his arm and pulled him up onto the spine-like bone platform. Sukuna followed and jumped up as well.

The three of them sat in a circle to play cards.

Once again, Mahito felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, like thorns were pricking his back and something was stuck in his throat.

What the hell? It was just a card game, so why did it suddenly feel like he wasn't going to make it out alive? No way, it had to be his imagination—just his imagination!

Unfortunately, he was right...

Thinking that letting either of them lose would be a bad idea, Mahito very tactfully took the landlord role in the first round, planning to lose on purpose. That way, he figured, no one would be mad at him.

But less than a minute into the game, Sukuna played over one of Saki's moves. The two started arguing. Then it escalated. Then they were full-on fighting.

Mahito: "......"

Slashes flew wildly across the Domain. He curled up in the corner, shaking like a leaf.

Saki had been too caught up in her rage. It wasn't until after her fight with Sukuna that she remembered Mahito. She quickly looked around, trying to find him.

Then she spotted the blue-haired cursed spirit in the corner, drenched in blood.

Ahhh!

How did it end up like this?!

Saki rushed over to check on Mahito. Luckily, he had only been caught in the crossfire—though he was covered in blood, his injuries weren't too serious.

"Sukuna, look what you did!" she couldn't help scolding the culprit right away.

Sure, she had technically started the fight this time, but it was clearly Sukuna's slashes that had messed Mahito up like this, so it was obviously his fault. No question about it.

"Hmph." Sukuna gave Mahito a cold glance, then ordered bluntly, "Fix yourself up and get back here."

Mahito had been hoping to milk a little sympathy and maybe bring this nightmare of a card game to an end. But hearing that, he immediately got to work healing himself with his technique.

"I'm fine. I'm a cursed spirit—this kind of injury is nothing," he said with a smile.

He was absolutely sure: if he even slightly went against the King of Curses, the next second would be his last. His wounds weren't serious—but even if he'd been lying on the ground half-dead, he'd still have to crawl over and play cards with these two nightmares.

Saki saw his injuries vanish in an instant and relaxed. While she quietly marveled at how tough cursed spirits were, she dragged him back into the game.

As she dealt the cards, she kept complaining about Sukuna right in front of him.

"Mahito, don't go for landlord this time. Let's team up and crush him. His card skills are garbage—I am not teaming up with him again."

Mahito: "......"

Didn't dare agree. Not at all.

"You think you're so much better? Brain-dead moron who plays cards without thinking," Sukuna shot back without holding anything back. "Even this cursed spirit has more sense than you."

Mahito: "......"

Still didn't dare agree. Not at all.

When it came to card games, Saki and Sukuna were two peas in a pod—equally terrible at playing, equally terrible sports. The whole game was nonstop chaos.

If they weren't arguing, they were still arguing. Sometimes things escalated into physical fights. Sometimes Sukuna struck first, sometimes it was Saki.

Mahito sat sandwiched between the two, on high alert the whole time, ready to bolt the moment a punch—or a slash—was thrown.

There was nothing more painful than this. He played cards with them all afternoon and felt like he'd aged a hundred years.

It wasn't until the girl got hungry that the card game finally came to an end.

Saki exited the Domain on her own, and Mahito got kicked out by Sukuna without ceremony. Both of their consciousnesses returned to their bodies.

"Uraume, for dinner I want... huh?! What the heck?" Saki froze at the scene before her.

Mahito was soaked in blood, head to toe. His clothes were completely drenched, and the floor around him was covered in it. Uraume was crouched down, quietly mopping up the mess.

It honestly looked like the scene of a crime.

"Injuries to the soul get reflected onto the body. But once the soul heals, the body heals too," Mahito explained miserably.

Saki let out a breath of relief, then awkwardly said, "We'll definitely be more careful next time."

Mahito forced a smile. 'Next time?! There's going to be a next time??'

He really wanted to run away right then and there—but running would mean exposing his identity. He wouldn't be able to appear in front of her again. After thinking it through, he decided to just grit his teeth and endure.

According to what the girl had said, tomorrow was the last day—once filming wrapped, they'd return to Tokyo. Once they were back, he'd leave.

As for the job offer? He'd just pretend it had never happened. Next time they met, he'd make up an excuse about still being afraid of jujutsu sorcerers and say he didn't dare stick around her.

...

The next day, the rain stopped, and Saki carried out the day's shoot as planned. By four in the afternoon, all the filming was wrapped up, and the whole team headed back to Tokyo.

Saki brought Uraume and Mahito with her. Even though normal people couldn't see Mahito, she still bought him a plane ticket so he could have a proper seat on the flight.

By the time they arrived in Tokyo, it was already 8 p.m.

Mahito was just about to sneak away quietly when Saki stopped him and asked where he lived.

As a cursed spirit, he had no fixed home—he usually just stayed wherever he felt like. But Saki was clearly asking because she wanted to send him back. He couldn't just make up an address, so he had to tell the truth: he didn't have a place.

Saki looked at him with sympathy, then enthusiastically offered, "Then come home with me tonight."

She'd decided to bring him back to her high-rise condo. He could crash there for the night, and tomorrow she'd help him figure out somewhere to stay.

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