The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 57

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"Okay, okay, sleep well," Saki said, thinking she was being super reasonable. She lay back down on the bed and closed her eyes, even though she wasn't even the slightest bit tired.

Two minutes later—

"Sukuna, are you asleep?" she whispered. "I'm kinda thirsty. I'm gonna head out to drink some water. Don't get rid of my bed, okay? I'm coming back to sleep."

Sukuna: "......"

He was done. Absolutely done.

He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, too lazy to deal with her anymore.

Saki fidgeted around for a while, but in the end, her internal clock kicked in, and since Sukuna kept ignoring her, she eventually drifted off to sleep.

Ryomen Sukuna, sensing that the girl had finally passed out, felt like he'd been freed from a curse. But right after that relief came a wave of irritation.

She really treated his innate domain like her own house.

He sat up in the blood, glowering in her direction—just in time to see her kick the blanket off in her sleep, turn over to face him, and cling to her pillow.

She looked so relaxed.

He was the King of Curses, and yet she could actually sleep in front of him like this without a care in the world.

Sukuna suddenly felt like the whole scene was absurd—but somehow, absurd in a way that made sense. Because it was her, it made sense.

"Tch. Someday I'm gonna kill this damn brat," he muttered to himself.

...

When Saki woke up again, it was already morning—and her soul was no longer in Sukuna's domain. She'd slept deeply through the second half of the night, and once Sukuna noticed she was truly out cold, he'd just kicked her out.

She didn't mind something like that. After a big stretch, she got up full of energy and went to wash up.

At breakfast, Gojo Satoru, like always, came upstairs to mooch food—and asked if he could tag along with her again today.

She agreed without a second thought.

Today's schedule was a reshoot for the promotional posters of her new single. The company president hadn't been satisfied with the previous ones and thought they could be even better.

Gojo followed her around all day, lounging on the couch playing with his phone. When he got thirsty, he ordered Uraume to buy drinks. When he got hungry, he had Uraume fetch snacks. Whenever he got bored, he picked on Mahito and Hanami for fun.

He declined every call from the higher-ups, ignored every message from the directorate, and only sent a single text to the chief: righteously declaring that he was diligently monitoring Sukuna's vessel.

And not just today—he stuck with Saki like a decorative keychain for the next several days, too.

Honestly, it was the most relaxing time he'd had since his school days. He was enjoying it so much he actually started thinking about quitting his job and freeloading off her for good.

But that was just wishful thinking. On the fifth day after the incident at Jujutsu High, someone from the jujutsu headquarters showed up to find him.

"Kiki-chan, I've gotta step out for something. Save me some dinner, yeah?" he said, then left with the visitor.

Saki figured the directorate had finally argued themselves into a conclusion, but she didn't care too much. No matter what their decision was, she'd only accept what she was willing to accept.

Her new single was scheduled to release next week, so her team had started prepping for the concert. Lately, she'd been busy picking songs and rehearsing choreography.

That morning, as usual, she brought Uraume and Mahito with her to the agency.

While she was practicing in the dance studio with her instructor, Uraume and Mahito stayed quietly off to the side, watching and waiting.

Suddenly, both of them stiffened slightly—their expressions shifted. They'd sensed something was wrong. But after exchanging a glance, they silently agreed to act like nothing was happening.

Saki had always been slow to notice danger. Focused on learning her dance routine, she didn't sense a thing.

Until a black veil suddenly dropped and a sharp, chemical scent filled the air. Her dance teacher collapsed on the spot.

"What's going on?!"

Saki rushed over to check on her instructor. Once she saw that the woman was still breathing and had only passed out, she let out a breath of relief—then quickly ran out to check on the others.

Outside the studio, every staff member in the building had already lost consciousness. The air reeked of what seemed like some kind of anesthetic.

Her first thought was that Kenjaku was up to something again—but then she remembered the binding vow they'd made. He shouldn't be making moves against the Inugane group anymore.

If it wasn't Kenjaku... then it could only be jujutsu higher-ups.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, a team of fully-armed personnel in gas masks burst into the building. When they spotted her still standing perfectly fine, they all instinctively took two steps back.

They hadn't expected the girl to still be conscious—this anesthetic was custom-made.

It had taken a curse user they'd hunted down at great cost to produce it with their technique. It was specifically designed to target powerful sorcerers—the more cursed energy you had, the stronger the effect.

"...Even though I'm pretty sure you're from jujutsu higher-ups, just to double-check," Saki said calmly, "you're from the headquarters, right?"

The man in charge swallowed hard, but forced himself to respond with some dignity:
"Ryomen Sukuna's vessel—you've repeatedly committed serious crimes. Are you really going to keep making the same mistakes?"

No denial.

Saki didn't hesitate—she stepped forward and knocked him out with one punch. Less than a minute later, the entire squad was down.

Then she gave out instructions:
"Uraume, take everyone to the hospital. Mahito, come with me—we're going to pay the jujutsu headquarters a visit."

Saki decided to head to the Jujutsu Headquarters to beat someone up—and while she was at it, force them to agree to some restrictions and promise not to mess with anyone from the Inugane group again.

She couldn't stand people laying a hand on those around her.

After leaving the company, she went straight home and called her brother to come with her. Sure, she could totally wipe the floor with the Jujutsu Headquarters on her own, but when she got bullied, she still liked dragging her brother along to help.

Saitama happened to be home today too. When he heard what had happened to his little sister, he immediately decided to go beat people up with her.

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