The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 72

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Gojo had originally planned to remind her that casually letting someone mess with your soul was seriously dangerous, but remembering that Mahito had binding constraints on him, he swallowed his words.

"I already heard everything anyway, so just keep talking," he said with a chuckle.

Saki figured he had a point, so she continued the conversation with Mahito.

She was planning to send Mahito to Thailand. The president had connections there with some top-tier plastic surgeons, and he could study under one of them.

"Oh right, besides the boobs, I also wanna get taller. Like, two centimeters taller."

Her height was actually decent for a female idol—somewhere between above average and just enough—but being a bit taller would be even better.

"Ah, and another thing—can your technique work on teeth? I want cute little fang teeth."

She thought every sweet girl needed a pair of tiny fang teeth, but sadly, her own teeth were perfectly straight and flawless.

Seeing her getting more and more excited, Mahito had no choice but to awkwardly cut in, "How about we test it first? My technique might not even work on you."

He was actually pretty sure it wouldn't. He'd tried it on Saitama once, and it hadn't worked at all.

Of course, that wasn't something he dared to say out loud.

"Then try adjusting my height first. Make sure you add those two centimeters to my legs, okay?" Saki reminded him.

Mahito nodded, then reached out and gently touched her arm.

After being dragged into the Domain to play cards every now and then, he had secretly tried a few times and finally figured it out—he now knew how to avoid Sukuna's soul and only touch the girl's.

He activated his technique and slightly stretched her soul. The soul really did lengthen a bit, but it quickly snapped back to normal, and her body didn't react at all.

Just as he expected. These siblings were ridiculously strong—both physically and spiritually.

"No good. My technique doesn't work on you," Mahito said, pulling his hand back with a regretful look.

"What! How could that be?" Saki was stunned.

"It's probably because you're too strong," Mahito explained honestly.

Saki immediately looked crushed. Her big boobs, her height, her little fang teeth... Was she really gonna have to give up on all of it?

No way—she wasn't giving up that easily.

"Mahito." She suddenly grabbed his hand, eyes burning with determination. "Don't give up! Strength is relative. All you have to do is get stronger than me!"

The moment those words left her mouth, everyone turned to look at her.

—Like, do you even hear what you're saying?

Even Mahito couldn't help twitching at the corner of his mouth. He had at least enough self-awareness to know that with her strength—where a single punch could kill a special grade—there was no way he'd ever surpass her.

"Starting today, I'll have my brother train with you every day. Combat experience is the best teacher. You'll definitely get stronger," Saki declared, already laying out a training plan for him all on her own.

Mahito: "......"

And how exactly was this different from getting beaten up every day?

"But my brother isn't a jujutsu sorcerer. If you need someone with jujutsu to train with..." Saki glanced over at Gojo, who was still eating.

"I can help," Gojo said with a big, cheery smile.

"You're such a kind person, Mr. Gojo," Saki said as she turned back to Mahito. "Mr. Gojo can train with you too."

Mahito: "......"

And how was that different from sending him straight to his death?

Mahito was nearly in tears. If he wasn't sure the girl was just a naïve, airheaded sweetheart, he would've thought she was doing this on purpose to mess with him.

Saki, completely unaware of his despair, encouraged him with sparkling eyes, "Mahito, you got this!"

Gojo smiled and echoed cheerfully, "Mahito, you got this!"

Mahito: "......"

Maybe just exorcising him would be better.

After dinner, Gojo didn't head straight home to rest. Instead, he asked the girl what her plans were next.

Saki said plainly that she was going to pause business until the Kenjaku situation was resolved.

"That guy's good at hiding. You might be on break for a long, long time," Gojo reminded her.

"He wants Sukuna to be revived, right? I'm still the one in control of the body, so he'll definitely come find me again." Saki was planning to wait for him to show up on his own. "I'll just treat this time like a vacation."

"Well, that makes sense." Gojo nodded, then remembered something. "You can use cursed energy now, right? Then this is the perfect time to learn more about how to use it."

"Sure." Saki nodded casually, not fussed either way.

"But I don't have much time lately, so I'll find you another teacher—someone who's even better than me at training students," Gojo said with a grin.

"Okay." Saki still nodded like it didn't matter to her.

Satisfied, Gojo left the house and made a phone call as soon as he stepped outside.

"Kusakabe-san, I need a favor."

"Don't worry, don't worry. Totally safe work environment, no danger at all. Everyone here is super friendly."

...

Late that night, Saki had another dream.

It was the same kind of dream as last time, only this one was much clearer and more complete—no longer blurry and fragmented like before. The immersion was even stronger now.

She could clearly feel her hand piercing through the enemy's chest, feel soft organs splitting open, hard bones snapping, and warm blood splattering instantly.

Someone attacked from the side—she didn't dodge or move. Just a slight twitch of her fingers, and the person's body split clean in two, collapsing with eyes full of disbelief.

"This guy's a monster!" someone shouted in panic.

Fear spread like wildfire. Many lost the will to fight and turned to flee, only to be sliced clean through the waist by invisible slashes.

Saki couldn't stand the blood and gore—she felt sick and nauseous by instinct. But in the dream, she actually felt completely relaxed... and even enjoyed it.

The two completely opposite sensations tore at her from within.

She tried to wake up from this strange dream, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free. All she could do was watch herself keep acting like some deranged, sadistic killer.

At the same time, Sukuna was also receiving another batch of memories.

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