The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 46

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Mahito instantly panicked and started turning her down in a hurry. "No, no, it's fine. I'm a cursed spirit, I don't need a fixed place to stay like humans do."

He knew full well Gojo Satoru lived right downstairs from her. Staying there was basically a death sentence!

"No need to be shy. You'll sleep at my place tonight. Tomorrow I'll help you find somewhere," Saki said firmly, not giving him a chance to say no.

"No, really. It's fine. I'm good."

"Don't be polite. Really, don't. Otherwise, I won't even know how to find you next time. You're a cursed spirit—you probably don't carry a phone, right?"

Mahito tried his hardest to refuse, but it was useless. Every rejection just got read as him being overly polite.

And really, you couldn't blame Saki for misunderstanding. After all, under normal circumstances, what kind of fan would turn down an invitation to their idol's home?

Mahito regretted everything. If he'd known, he would've slipped away back in Okinawa while she was filming. He'd had the perfect chance—but now it was too late. In the end, heart pounding, he got dragged home with her.

On the way, all he could do was silently pray that Gojo Satoru wouldn't be home tonight. As far as he knew, Gojo was a busy guy who often just stayed at Jujutsu High overnight.

Unfortunately, the thing you fear most always happens.

When the three of them arrived at the apartment building, the elevator was just about to close. Saki didn't rush to catch it and planned to wait for the next one. But as they walked up, the elevator doors opened again.

Someone inside had hit the "open" button.

That someone was Gojo Satoru.

Mahito's last shred of hope instantly died.

"Mr. Gojo, long time no see! You're just getting back too?" Saki greeted him cheerfully.

"Sure am," Gojo replied with a smile. He wore his usual blindfold, but his gaze landed on Mahito with an intensity that felt completely real.

Mahito's nerves instantly went haywire. It felt like a blade was hanging over his head.

"Kiki-chan, what's with the special grade cursed spirit you've got there? What's his deal?" Gojo asked with a grin, casually shifting to the side to make space in the elevator.

"He's the one I told you about before—Mahito," Saki said as she stepped into the elevator.

Uraume followed.

Mahito fought every fiber of instinct screaming at him to run and stepped inside too.

"The cursed spirit who came looking for you at the Gokudo Shojo concert and ended up getting seriously injured by Sukuna?" Gojo immediately recalled.

"Yeah, that's the one." Saki nodded. "He's my fan. He even came all the way to Okinawa just to watch me shoot my MV."

"He went to Okinawa to find you?" Gojo repeated, his tone subtly laced with something deeper.

Mahito felt the blade hanging over his head graze his neck.

"Wait, are you suspecting Mahito has something to do with Kenjaku?" Saki asked, immediately stepping in to speak for him. "He seems like a good cursed spirit. His technique's all about healing."

She genuinely hadn't suspected Mahito at all.

After all, they'd met three times. The first was at her concert—he said he came to hear her sing, was polite the entire time, never tried to hurt her, and ended up getting wrecked by Sukuna.

She still didn't know he had used Idle Transfiguration on her back then.

The second time was in the city, right after she'd fought off three special-grade cursed spirits in the suburbs. She figured that if he were their ally, he wouldn't have been calmly walking around the city while the others were fighting.

What she didn't know was that Mahito had been part of the attack—he just got smacked back to the city by Saitama.

The third time was in Okinawa. Sure, his timing was a little suspicious, but the logic checked out—a fan following their idol wasn't weird.

Besides, they'd spent two whole days together, even played cards half the day. They'd built some kind of friendship by now. Emotionally, she was more inclined to believe he was one of the good guys.

Gojo didn't argue about whether Mahito was good or not. He simply followed her line of thought and asked, "A cursed spirit with a healing technique? What's his ability?"

Just then, the elevator arrived at their floor—Saki's floor.

Gojo had canceled his own floor earlier, clearly intending to get the full story before leaving.

They stepped out together.

"Mahito, can I tell Mr. Gojo?" Saki asked, finally looking at him, who had been silent this whole time.

"Sure," Mahito replied through gritted teeth, nodding stiffly.

Saki then repeated everything Mahito had told her to Gojo, and even brought up her idea of hiring him.

"So I'm planning to hire Mahito as my personal doctor. I probably won't need him myself, but during concerts we always need medical staff, and then there's the jujutsu higher-ups..."

"Ahem, anyway, this way we won't have to trouble Ms. Shoko all the time."

"Pfft." Gojo let out a chuckle at that, then paused for a second and asked, "Did you make any kind of binding vow with him?"

"Nope," Saki answered honestly with a shake of her head.

"Well, if his abilities are that useful, I don't see a problem with keeping a cursed spirit around," Gojo said with a smile. "But still, little Kiki, you should keep your guard up at least a little."

Then he turned to Mahito. "You'd be okay with that, right?"

There was no way Mahito could refuse. If he said no now, he wouldn't be leaving this apartment alive.

Gojo wouldn't touch him while Saki was watching—but the moment he was out of her sight, he'd definitely be exorcised on the spot.

"Sure," Mahito replied, once again nodding stiffly.

"Then let's make a binding vow—one where you'll never betray Kiki," Gojo said cheerfully, smiling as he made the suggestion.

At that moment, time felt like it slowed to a crawl.

Mahito forced himself to think straight under the crushing pressure of Gojo Satoru. Cold sweat kept soaking through layer after layer down his back, and his nerves were pulled so tight it felt like they might snap any second.

If he agreed to this binding vow, he'd really have no choice but to switch sides. But if he refused, chances were he wouldn't live to see the sun rise tomorrow.

No, there had to be another way.

Saki was the key to breaking the deadlock. She was the only one capable of protecting him under Gojo's watch. He needed her to refuse on his behalf.

"No, no way. We can't make that kind of vow."

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