!
A flash of bluish violet light lit up everyone's faces, and in an instant, both the portal and Damian vanished.
The residual glow faded, and silence took hold of the place.
"..."
Gojo remained still, his hand still raised in the air, pointing at the empty space before him.
He blinked a couple of times, trying to process what had just happened, and for the first time in a long while, he could not find a single word to fill the void.
He quickly realized he was still staring at the same spot and slowly turned his head, looking at everyone.
Yuji was still kneeling beside Megumi, his face a complete mess; snot and tears smeared across his cheeks as he tried to catch his breath between small sobs.
Despite having felt that overwhelming relief when confirming Megumi was still alive, his mind still could not process the brutal shift between despair and joy.
Nanami kept his gaze straight ahead, expressionless.
Hiromi, on the other hand, frowned with discomfort, his eyes drifting again and again toward Megumi and Yuji, as if something in that scene stirred thoughts he would rather avoid.
Meanwhile, Hana remained crouched beside Yuji, her trembling hands resting again and again over Megumi's chest, checking his heart, seemingly paying no attention to the conversation from just a moment ago.
Then Gojo's gaze finally stopped on Nanami's face. There was a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth before he raised his hand to point at the empty space where Damian had disappeared. "Did he… just say… go home… hug his girlfriend?"
"Mm." Nanami nodded without further comment.
"Aaahhh—!!!"
Gojo suddenly exploded with an exaggerated wail, bringing both hands to his head, and no one knew from where, but suddenly there was a white handkerchief in his mouth that he bit down on desperately.
"Damn it~~! Why? I don't even have a girlfriend~~"
Nanami remained unmoved by Gojo's dramatic outburst and took the opportunity to return to what really mattered. "Gojo."
"About the sentencing from the higher-ups of jujutsu… I think you need to know."
"..."
Gojo's exaggerated movement froze instantly.
He stopped biting the handkerchief, and his clownish expression vanished completely.
He straightened his back, and that arrogant smile, his by right, returned to his lips.
"Those useless ones are scheming again?"
He didn't wait for an answer, and his eyes shifted to Megumi's unconscious body on the ground, his posture softening for just an instant.
He took a few steps toward him, and with each movement, the atmosphere shifted, losing its chaotic tension and filling with a clear purpose.
"It doesn't matter," he said without raising his voice. "First we deal with Megumi's sister."
The sunlight streaming in fell across his figure as he crouched down.
"Then we deal with them."
…
!
An electric bluish violet light lit up the entire apartment for an instant before fading.
From it, Damian emerged, adjusting his stance to steady himself, but he had not yet fully regained balance when something warm and soft hurled itself at him with the speed of lightning.
"Welcome!"
Marin clung to his neck like a koala, wrapping her arms tightly around him and holding on with force. Her legs naturally hooked around his waist, and a wave of perfume mixed with the clean scent of soap filled his senses.
Damian barely had time to smile before catching her by the small of her back and lifting her easily, adjusting his hold so she would not slip.
"Sorry… I made you wait too long," he murmured, leaning slightly to brush the tip of his nose against the damp crown of her hair.
Puffing out her cheeks, Marin gave him a small bump on the shoulder with her forehead before burying her face there and taking a deep breath.
Her hair was still wet, with strands sticking to her neck and to the loose fabric of the T-shirt she wore to lounge at home.
"Super long time!"
Then she suddenly lifted her head, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Did you resolve everything?"
Damian smiled faintly, walking toward the couch. "Everything resolved."
Marin let out a sigh that turned into a soft laugh and settled astride him once he sat down.
"Ha~ I knew it… my Heaven is the strongest!" she exclaimed, looking at him with pride spilling from every gesture.
Damian could not help but laugh too, caught up in her enthusiasm. He watched her quietly for a moment, admiring the light in her eyes and the warmth she carried with her, before wrapping her more securely in his arms.
After making noise for a good while, Marin suddenly went quiet.
The change was so sudden that Damian glanced down in curiosity just as she hid her face against his chest.
"T-Thank you, boyfriend-kun…" she murmured in a slightly trembling voice.
Damian raised an eyebrow, surprised by the unexpected sincerity, and stroked her back. "Anything for my sun."
At first, he had not intended to get so involved in the plot of Jujutsu Kaisen, but seeing her worried had changed everything.
Damian broke the moment and ruffled her hair. "I'm going to take a shower."
Marin lifted her head, her eyes full of life again.
Suddenly she slipped out of his embrace with an agile jump and stepped back, placing her hands on her hips.
"Go, go quickly! You smell awful!" she protested, puffing her cheeks though her smile betrayed her.
Damian snorted with a grin and, before pulling away, leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Feeling the gentle kiss, Marin let out a bright little laugh, unable to hide the joy that simple gesture brought her.
When the bathroom door closed behind him and the sound of water began to reach her, Marin stayed still for a moment.
Then, as if something clicked in her head, she moved quickly toward her bedroom.
She carefully opened a drawer and took out the black bikini with yellow flowers she had kept for a long time.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she tied the straps, and when she adjusted it in front of the mirror, the reflection staring back had flushed cheeks and lips slightly bitten from nerves.
She took several deep breaths, trying to calm the heart that was beating far too fast.
The water kept running in the bathroom.
Finally, with quiet steps, she approached the slightly open door, pushing it little by little while holding her breath.
Steam filled the bathroom with a dampness that fogged the mirrors and made the air feel heavy and enveloping.
Through the mist, Damian's broad, muscular back barely took shape, with water sliding in shining lines over his skin.
"..."
Marin peeked cautiously, only half her face crossing the doorway. She held her breath as her curious eyes traced the outline of his shoulders… until, suddenly, Damian turned his head.
!
Their eyes met at once.
"Kyaaaa!"
The sharp squeal escaped from Marin, and she had no time to retreat; in one swift motion, Damian extended his arm and pulled her inside.
Bang
The door shut with a firm thud behind her, cutting off the noise of the rest of the house. The humid heat hit her immediately, making her shiver.
Before she could react, Damian's strong wet arms were already wrapped around her waist, drawing her against his body.
Drops of water slipped from his hair and fell onto Marin's bare shoulders, trailing down and disappearing into her skin that was already burning with embarrassment, while her hands were trapped between his chest and hers, unsure where to rest.
He looked at her closely, a dangerous smile playing on his lips as the steam made everything around them feel tighter.
Marin's heart pounded so hard she swore he could hear it.
The height difference forced her to tilt her chin up just to meet his eyes, and that only made her more nervous.
"I-I… I wasn't trying to spy or anything…" she stammered, stumbling over her words, trying to make an excuse as her cheeks burned.
Damian looked at her with a calm smile and didn't answer, only held her more firmly by the waist.
The heat of the steam mixed with his own, and in that instant the whole world seemed reduced to the bathroom and the sound of water falling.
"Liar…" he murmured, lowering his head so close his voice rumbled in her ear before his lips slowly slid along her neck.
!
The hot water running down her skin and the touch of his lips made her shudder from head to toe.
"Mmm~~..."
Marin let out a soft whimper and pushed weakly against his chest, but she quickly gave a nervous laugh, hiding her face against him before giving in and wrapping her arms around his torso.
"Damian~…" she said softly, her voice somewhere between a whine and a plea.
He did not answer; he just kept kissing her slowly, lingering at the sensitive curve beneath her ear, letting every brush make her arch a little more against his body. Her back met the wall gently, and that slight pressure trapped her between the cool surface and the firm heat of him.
Damian's large hands moved slowly until they reached the damp ties of her bikini.
His fingers tugged without hurry, undoing one knot first and then the other. Marin bit her lip, her breaths growing quick, and though she raised a hand as if to stop him, she ended up tangling her fingers in his white hair, pulling him softly toward her.
"You're a cheater…!" she whispered nervously, just before his lips covered hers in a deep kiss.
The play stopped being innocent at that instant.
The kiss consumed her, stealing her breath as his hands slid down her back and settled on the generous curve of her ass. Marin moaned into his mouth, unaware that her legs were beginning to give out and that he was easily carrying all her weight.
The kiss grew deeper and more intense.
"Mmmhh~❤️" Marin moaned against his lips, trembling as Damian's tongue invaded her mouth, exploring every corner and robbing her of air before she could think.
Her hands, tangled in his white hair, tugged clumsily, wanting to pull him even closer despite how tightly he already held her against the wall.
He lifted her effortlessly, pressing her to the wall as she clung to his neck like she never wanted to let go.
"D-Damian~…" she gasped between kisses, her broken voice lost in the sound of water pounding against their bodies.
The black bikini, soaked and clinging like a second skin, loosened little by little with each knot he undid.
The wet fabric gave way first at the top, freeing her full, firm breasts, which pressed against his hard chest. Marin let out an embarrassed gasp, hiding her face in his neck.
"Shhh…" he murmured, pulling her tighter against him, savoring how she trembled in his arms.
Marin reacted late, but she did; she lifted her head and kissed him back with nervous hunger, with small moans mingling with muffled giggles. The brush of her hardened nipples against Damian's chest, the pressure of his body against the wall, and the suffocating heat of the steam left her trapped in a whirlwind she could not control.
!
"A-Aaah~❤️…"
He squeezed her ass firmly, holding her up with one arm while the other finished untying the lower strap of her bikini.
The damp fabric slid down between her legs and fell. Watching it drop, Marin bit her lip harder.
"W-wait… this is too fast…" she stammered, though her hips were already moving instinctively against him, seeking more contact.
Damian tilted his head, his amber eyes glowing through the steam, and brushed her lips once more with calm before whispering:
"Then tell me to stop."
Marin went silent.
Her fingers clung tighter around his neck, her legs squeezed him desperately, and her lips parted in a silent moan that was more of an answer than any word could be.
Damian smiled.
Their bodies aligned and, with a slow but firm movement, he lowered her against the hardness that was already waiting for her.
!
Marin's body shuddered as she felt it, her legs locked tightly around his waist trembling while her nails dug into the back of Damian's neck.
"A-Aaahhh❤️~…"
He held her firmly, lowering her little by little, until the thick tip of his cock brushed against her small, wet, twitching entrance.
"E-Every day… it gets bigger…" Marin murmured, her breath cut short.
Damian looked at her with a dangerous calm. "Relax…"
With a slow push, he began to guide her down.
"Aaahhh—~" Marin let out a brief scream as the head of his shaft began to spread her open, her tight walls reacting instantly, clenching against him desperately.
"AAHHH—DAMIAN!"
He squeezed her thighs tighter, forcing her to sink down a little more. Marin looked at him with glassy eyes and parted lips while her nails scratched down his back.
"Shhh… I'm not done yet." he whispered, burying his face in one of her breasts, biting her nipples softly.
She moaned loudly into his ear. "It's… t-too much… this time it won't fit…!"
Damian smiled against her tit and lifted her slightly only to lower her back down more firmly. The movement made her scream again, her body trembling as the tip finally pushed deeper inside.
"D-Damian… ahhh❤️~… y-you're going to split me in two…" Marin sobbed, but her hips were already moving instinctively, seeking more despite her own protest.
He pushed her further down, making her take more of him. The sensation made her convulse, her legs closing around his waist in a desperate reflex.
"That's it… just like that…" he murmured in a hoarse voice, watching her tremble, her breasts bouncing each time he forced her to descend a little more.
Marin whimpered between moans, panting louder and louder, her voice trembling with mixed pleasure and pain. "No… I can't anymore… ahhhhhh~❤️!"
Her body shook like a string stretched to its limit, her nails leaving marks on the back of Damian's neck as he kept sinking her down little by little.
"Ahhh—aaahhh~❤️! Too much… you're tearing me apaaart…!"
Damian growled, holding her tightly, forcing her down inch by inch, until his cock pushed deeper and deeper.
Marin felt her body stretch open, her tight walls struggling to adapt to the monstrosity that filled her without leaving a single space.
"Hold on…" he murmured against her ear, licking the sweat and water that ran down her neck.
Marin sobbed between moans, shaking her head from side to side, but her legs only clung tighter around him. "It's… it's too big, Damian… this time it won't go in…!"
He smiled, and with a single firm thrust he sank her all the way down.
"AAAAHHHHHHH~❤️❤️!!!"
Marin's torn scream echoed through the entire bathroom.
She felt her belly suddenly filled, to the point where the bulging shape of his shaft pressed up inside her, visible even through her wet skin.
"I-I can… feel it inside… you can see it… it's a beast…!" Marin panted, tears in her eyes, trembling from sheer excess.
Damian held her tightly, his amber gaze shining with lust. "Now it's all yours…" he whispered, and with a slight movement of his hips he made her moan again, trembling as if an electric shock had passed through her.
Little by little, the entire bathroom filled with the sounds of clapping flesh and their mingled breaths.
Marin hid her face against his neck, moaning uncontrollably.
"Aaahhh~❤️! ~❤️Don't stop…! Even if you break me~… don't stop~❤️~…!"
Damian began to move her, lifting and lowering her in a slow but devastating rhythm, each deep thrust colliding against her very core, pulling sharper and sharper moans from her.
Her large breasts bounced wildly, and her hardened nipples brushed with every movement, sending spasms of pleasure through her.
"God… you squeeze me so tight…" he growled, speeding up while she whimpered in pleasure against his mouth.
"Yes-yes-yes—Aaahhh~❤️! I can feel you all the way here!" Marin cried out, bringing a trembling hand to her belly, pressing right where the bulge appeared with every thrust.
Damian pushed her harder against the wall, increasing the pace.
*Pak* *Pak* *Pak*
The sound of the impacts grew louder.
"Aaahhh~~❤️! Too deep… Damian~!" she screamed, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks.
Damian growled low, his heavy breath hot in her ear. "We're not done."
With a firm move, he lifted her for a second, almost pulling out. Marin let out a choked moan, "No—don't take it out…!" but she had no time to protest further: Damian turned her with ease, lowering her until she stood facing the wet wall.
The mist of the bathroom wrapped everything, and the steam outlined the curvy silhouette of Marin. He pressed her against the cold tiles, pushing her torso forward until her large breasts were flattened against the damp surface.
"Bend down a little…" he ordered hoarsely, leaning behind her.
Marin obeyed with broken moans. Her big, round ass lifted, her waist arching perfectly for him. Damian grabbed her arms, stretching them back with force, using them like levers to pull her onto him.
*Slap!*
The wet smack echoed through the bathroom as he entered her again from behind, sinking to the hilt with a single brutal thrust.
"AAAAHHHHH~~❤️❤️!!!"
Marin's scream shook the walls.
*Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!*
"G-GOD!… YOU'RE FILLING ME UP… ALL THE WAY~!" she sobbed, her legs trembling as she felt him pound into her mercilessly.
Damian growled with each thrust, using her arms like handles to drag her back onto his monstrous cock again and again.
The rhythm was relentless, each strike making her delicious ass bounce hard, wet flesh slapping against his hips in a savage beat.
*Thrust!* *Thrust!* *Thrust!*
"Fuck… you're so tight…" he muttered through clenched teeth, gripping her wrists even tighter.
Marin whimpered with pleasure, her voice breaking. "Aaahhh~~❤️! Yes, yes…! Harder~❤️… break everything…!"
The hot steam mixed with their scent, and each thrust made the surface under her hands vibrate. Marin, with her face pressed to the tiles, moaned desperately while her ass arched higher, offering herself completely to his thrusts.
*Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!*
"Aahhh~❤️~! I'm sorry… I can't… I can't take anymore~!" she cried, but her hips wouldn't stop moving, slamming back against him for more, more, and more.
…
Kyoto, deep inside an ancient residence.
A young woman with red eyes walked barefoot across the wooden floor, the cold rising through her feet with each slow step.
Her long black hair was tied back with a dark red ribbon that stood out against the paleness of her skin, while in her hands she held a phone that still would not answer, and every time the screen remained still, the frown between her brows deepened a little more.
"Damian-kun…" she murmured, as her fingers tapped impatiently against the floor. The room was silent, broken only by the creak of the wood under her feet and the faint tinkling of a charm hanging by the window.
"What could he be doing?"
Elsewhere, far from there, a persistent buzzing broke the stillness of an apartment.
Bzzz… bzzz… bzzz… bzzz…
On the table, Damian's phone vibrated again and again, the screen glowing with a name flashing insistently:
"Kaguya."
The calls came one after another without pause.
Yet beyond the bathroom door, the phone went ignored. Only the steady sound of falling water could be heard, mixed with muffled noises the steam devoured before letting them escape: a wet clap, a choked moan, murmurs almost impossible to distinguish.
The heat of the bathroom seemed to seal everything away, creating a small world apart from what waited on the other side of the call.
The phone vibrated one last time and then, suddenly, silence.
...
The ruins of a certain city trembled under the darkness of the night.
Yorozu advanced step by step, her long black hair whipping wildly, echoing her fury. "You're lying! Sukuna-sama is invincible!"
She raised both hands, her ten fingers curling like claws, and every movement tore through the air, sending up blades of black cursed energy that shredded everything in their path, hurling them mercilessly toward Gojo.
But Gojo slid between the attacks with ease.
His figure seemed to move before the blades could reach him, the wind of each strike brushing barely against his uniform, while a cocky smile remained on his lips.
"Bah… facts speak louder than words, Miss Yorozu~," he said mockingly, tilting his head just slightly to dodge another claw of cursed energy that whistled past centimeters from his ear. "You, on the other hand…"
His gaze sharpened for an instant and his tone dropped, "I remember your great love killed you with his own hands. So… why are you still here, like a ghost clinging to my student's sister?"
He stretched the words "great love" cruelly and deliberately, digging at the wound.
"Shut up!" Yorozu roared, her face twisted with rage, and her already chaotic attacks turned even wilder.
"My love for Sukuna-sama transcends life and death!"
"AN ANT LIKE YOU COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND IT!"
Suddenly, she clapped her hands together and the cursed energy condensed, twisting like black smoke until it formed a long dark pin.
It emanated a malignant density that chilled the blood, vibrating with a whistle as it tensed like an arrow ready to fire.
With a scream, she hurled the pin straight at Gojo's face.
"Danger, danger…" Gojo sang carelessly, tilting his head to the side in an exaggerated motion.
The long black hairpin swept past his cheek before vanishing behind him, piercing straight through a massive concrete pillar.
A crash thundered instantly, the pillar collapsing and raising a heavy gray cloud of dust that covered everything.
When the haze began to settle, a silhouette emerged on top of a crumbled wall. Gojo, standing casually, dusting off his clothes.
But soon his expression turned cold.
"I can't understand it," he said with a hard voice, "and I don't want to understand it. But…"
He raised his hand, pointing with his finger at the body Yorozu inhabited, that of Tsumiki Fushiguro. His light blue eyes gleamed with an icy edge.
"Right now," he commanded, "get out of the sister's body."
"Dream on!" Yorozu roared. Her face twisted with fury and her hands began to move quickly, forming a seal.
Black lines spread beneath her feet, marking the ground with a pattern that kept expanding.
"Ryōiki Tenkai: Threefold Affliction!"
The space around Yorozu warped, and a black sphere emerged beside her, spinning on itself like a small hole devouring light.
Gojo let out a low chuckle and slipped one hand into his jacket pocket, while with the other he formed his characteristic mudra: ring and pinky fingers bent, thumb and index pointing forward, middle finger arched behind the index.
"Just what I wanted," he murmured with a spark of excitement. "Ryōiki Tenkai…"
"Unlimited Void."
A pure and absolute light burst forth like a miniature sun, expanding silently and devouring the darkness.
It happened so fast Yorozu's eyes barely caught it; one instant everything was covered in shadows and the next, clarity was total.
Her body locked up at once. Her eyes went wide, empty and fixed, while the infinite stream of information from Unlimited Void poured into her mind.
Each millisecond was an ocean of crushing data overflowing her consciousness.
She couldn't move a single muscle.
Not even cursed energy responded; everything was suspended, as if her entire being had been stopped and dissected at once.
Gojo lowered his hand slowly, slipping it into his pocket too, and walked forward with complete calm until he was standing right in front of Yorozu. He observed her for just a moment before slightly turning his head back.
"Nobara, your turn."
"I couldn't hold back anymore!"
Nobara Kugisaki appeared behind Yorozu without anyone being able to pinpoint the exact moment she had arrived.
She advanced with determination, holding the handle of her hammer in one hand and a long dark nail that glimmered faintly in the other.
"Give Fushiguro his sister back!" she roared, twisting her body with momentum. Her arms tensed to the maximum, infused with pure cursed energy as she prepared the strike.
The nail shot through the air with a swift motion, and she shifted her grip on the hammer to both hands, bringing all her weight down in a descending blow.
Pshhh
The sharp, cutting sound rang out as the nail pierced through the left shoulder of Tsumiki's body.
In the same instant, Nobara's cursed energy burst violently through the wound, spreading like invisible thorns that tore apart the inside of the occupying soul.
"AAAHHH——!!!"
A gut-wrenching scream thundered, but it didn't come from Tsumiki's throat; it came from Yorozu's soul, writhing in pain.
The young woman's body convulsed violently, her head thrown back as a massive amount of black blood gushed uncontrollably from her mouth.
As it hit the ground, the blood sizzled and corroded the surface, leaving a metallic and bitter stench.
The soul's bond was breaking, shattered by Nobara's strike.
It was then, in the exact moment Yorozu's control collapsed, that Gojo moved.
Calmly, he finally pulled his right hand from his pocket, already surrounded by black lightning.
He drew his fist back, shoulder and elbow tensing in a measured motion, and then unleashed it.
BOOM
The Black Flash hit directly into the abdomen of Tsumiki's body.
Her body bent backward like a lifeless doll, and from her mouth a piece of black, pulsing flesh was violently expelled.
"NOOOO!!!"
The sharp, piercing scream came from that shapeless mass writhing desperately, trying to return to Tsumiki's weakened body.
But before it could move, a hand intercepted it.
"Where do you think you're going?" Gojo asked mockingly as he closed his hand around the dark mass. The pressure of his fingers made the viscous thing crackle, thrashing frantically as it tried to escape.
"I'm not letting you pull it off again."
The trapped mass shrieked inhumanly, its surface swelling and contracting at a frantic pace, struggling to break free.
Gojo's eyes sharpened and the pressure in his hand increased, while in the other, more black lightning began to coil and hiss.
Without looking away, he drew his arm back. The air around his fist compressed and warped.
BOOM
The second Black Flash struck fully, tearing through the dark mass without resistance. It convulsed violently, its surface cracking, covered with spreading black fissures.
"AAAAHHHHHH——!!!"
The scream that came from it was so sharp it cut the air like glass, filled with hatred and an endless frustration.
But it didn't last long; soon, everything went silent.
"..."
The black mass crumbled like burned paper, disintegrating into a rain of dark ash that scattered soundlessly.
Gojo remained still for a moment, gaze fixed on the void. Then he exhaled with a faint click of his tongue, shaking his hand in distaste.
Behind him, Nobara was breathing heavily as she carefully caught Tsumiki's frail body before it hit the ground.
The weight was light but fragile; she felt the warm heat and the weak but steady pulse.
"Phew…" she let out, wiping the sweat running down her temple. She looked down and a tired but satisfied smile formed on her face at the sight of Tsumiki's steady breathing.
"Done."
Gojo slightly turned his face, and upon seeing Nobara holding the girl in her arms, the corner of his lips lifted again.
"Let's go, let's take her to Shoko."
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