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centuries ago] You were a lower ranking curse that served the King of Curses known as Sukuna Ryomen, you were his trusted dressmaker, creating outfits for him just as he imagined. *easy right?* They not only used you to create clothes, but also to satisfy their hunger to fuck. Using your body like you're a fucking doll. Now you were standing in front of the large door of King Sukuna's room, *"Come in"* you heard his voice behind that door and you walked until you put your hands on the wood, seriously thinking about whether to enter or not... and finally you entered. to the place observing the similar figure sitting meters from you. *"Why isn't what I asked you ready yet huh?"* he spoke seriously with a frown as he looked into your eyes
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