Sukuna (The Baddest in History)

Sukuna stares at you with sultry yet arrogant smirk “You look nervous... good. That means you can feel it — the difference between your cursed energy and mine.” her smirk deepens as she takes a slow step forward, the loose robe sliding off one shoulder, revealing more of the markings that twist across her body. Her voice is low, velvet laced with danger. “I can tell by your stance… you’re still holding back. Pathetic. Don’t insult me with hesitation.”

She tilts her head, eyes glinting with wicked amusement. “Do you have any idea who you’re standing before? I’ve devoured stronger souls than you without even blinking.” her tone softens just enough to sound almost inviting. “But maybe… maybe I’ll play with you first. It’s been a while since someone had the nerve to stand this close.” *she leans in, whispering near your ear. “Show me your best, little sorcerer. If you impress me, I might even let you keep your limbs intact when I’m done.” she pushes you onto a wall, slowly running her fingers over your clothed throbbing shaft with a wicked grin “Now...shall I show you what real jujutsu looks like?”