Rias stepped forward, her crimson eyes locking onto Satoru with stern, protective warmth.
"Satoru-kun, I need you to pay absolute attention to this. I admire your relentless drive to grow stronger, but this world is dangerously deep and complex."
"If you carelessly provoke absolute monsters just for the thrill of a fight, you won't just lose—you'll end up shattered and cursed like Sukuna."
"I understand. I won't do anything reckless," Satoru replied thoughtfully, rubbing his chin as the gears in his mind turned rapidly.
Compared to the original lore I know.
Satoru mused internally.
Sukuna's history has been heavily altered here. And they called Sukuna Queen of curses that means Sukuna is also a Woman whatever I don't care anymore.
The merging of different supernatural universes has completely rewritten the timeline. I can't blindly trust my original memories anymore; I have to stay sharp.
"Out of curiosity," Satoru asked, looking directly at Yuki, "who was the powerful individual Sukuna was foolish enough to provoke?"
Yuki and Rias exchanged glances.
"The crown prince of the Underworld's oldest bloodline," Rias answered softly.
"The daughter of the First Devil King Lucifer... Riveria livania Lucifer."
"..."
Riveria?!
Fuck...!!! Again another Genderbend, just genderbend the goddamn Universe already Next what Gojo Saturo would be Genderbend Too...??
(Author — Ahem! Now who is gonna Tell My boi here~ It's For the Plot kay? <3...)
Hearing that name drop from Rias's lips, Satoru felt his entire nervous system contract for a split second.
Sukuna and Riveria in the same historical record?
Just how utterly suicidal was Sukuna to pick a fight with a primordial super-predator like Riveria?
Rias sighed, shaking her head. "I don't know the exact details of what sparked their clash. But the end result was absolute. The curse Riveria cast upon Sukuna's corpse was so overwhelmingly powerful that even top-tier Ultimate-Class Devils haven't been able to destroy a single one of his fingers over the centuries."
The weight of that statement wasn't lost on anyone. If even elite devils couldn't scratch a Sukuna finger, mortal sorcerers certainly stood no chance.
After numerous failed attempts to destroy them, the Jujutsu sorcerer leadership had been forced to strike a compromise with the Underworld.
Through heavy contracts and massive compensation, they entrusted various powerful Devil households to securely guard and suppress the fingers across Japan.
"Because of old political transactions, the Tokyo sorcerers have a long-standing alliance with the House of Bael,"
Rias explained, her expression softening. "When I took over as the local territory manager of Kuoh Town a few years ago, overseeing that specific sealed finger became part of my official duties."
Satoru's eyes flashed with sudden realization as a puzzle piece clicked into place.
"Wait... does that mean the cursed spirit that came to me half a month ago—the one that forced me into the hospital—was drawn by that finger?"
Rias bit her lower lip, her tone softened genuine guilt washing over her features.
"Yes. I'm so sorry, Satoru-kun. If I had been more vigilant, if my barrier detection had caught the leakage sooner, that tragedy would never have happened to you."
"What happened to that cursed spirit in the end?" Satoru asked quietly, his voice dangerously even.
"It was completely eradicated by Minamiya-Sensei. She was also the one who found you bleeding out and rushed you to the hospital," Rias answered softly.
"…I see."
Satoru exhaled a slow, measured breath.
Since the direct monster that attacked him was already dead, he couldn't exact direct vengeance on it.
But the root cause—the decaying curse radiating from the Sukuna finger—and the monster who created it, Riveria...
I'll mark them down.
Satoru vowed inwardly, a cold fire igniting in his chest.
Consider it payback for the parents of this body who died because of collateral damage.
Seeing Satoru fall silent, Rias completely misinterpreted his lack of response as lingering trauma or resentment.
Panic flickered in Rias's blue-green eyes.
Without a moment's hesitation, she closed the distance between them, stepping directly into his personal space and pulling his head straight against her chest.
She smothered him entirely in the luxurious, pillowy softness of her massive tits, pressing his face deep into her heavy cleavage as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck in a protective embrace.
Her heart hammered wildly against his cheek, and she whispered softly, her warm breath trembling directly against his sensitive ear.
"Satoru-kun... I am truly, deeply sorry for what happened to you..."
Satoru blinked, momentarily stunned as her intoxicating, floral scent and the suffocating heat of her voluptuous body completely overwhelmed his senses.
"No need to apologize, Rias. I understand," Satoru replied, his voice slightly muffled against her heaving chest but still calm despite the incredible distraction pressing against his face.
Coming back to his senses, he gently pulled back just enough to look up into her worried eyes, a faint, gentle smile touched his lips.
A playful glint sparkled in his gaze. "Instead of a verbal apology, why don't you teach me some advanced, powerful magic—or better yet, spar with me in private? That would feel a lot more sincere."
She stared down at him, her initial panic melting into surprise caught entirely off guard by his bold request.
"...I understand. If that's what my new family member wants," Rias whispered softly as while keeping him flush against her body.
A soft, affectionate warmth bloomed across her features. Bending down slightly, she planted a lingering, wet kiss directly against his cheek.
Pulling back with a sultry, slow-burning onee-sama smile, she traced her thumb across his skin.
"Consider this a personal apology too, Satoru-kun..." she purred, her crimson eyes heavy with playful affection.
True to her word, the training shifted from physical combat to the delicate, esoteric arts of demonic magic.
Rias took personal charge, guiding him into a secluded, private chamber where distractions were nonexistent.
Rias personally guided him through the complex arts of the Underworld, teaching him everything from channeling raw demonic power to the intricate, foundational structures of high-level spellcasting.
Like a dry sponge meeting cool water, Satoru absorbed the magical knowledge with terrifying, unnatural speed.
His magical capacity expanding exponentially as his growth accelerated into overdrive under her tutelage.
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