*"Mua~ Mua~"*
Sticky and weird sounds echoed in the room.
"Ugh... what's happening? Head hurts..."
Curse User Bayer finally woke up from the coma, the severe pain in the back of his head making him grimace. But when he saw the scene before him clearly, all pain was replaced by extreme horror, letting out a twisted scream.
"Waaah————! What, what is this thing?! Let go of me!"
He was tightly wrapped by an indescribable Cursed Spirit that was entirely pink and covered with constantly wriggling, deformed heads with different expressions, leaving only his face exposed. At this moment, one of the huge, thick-lipped heads of that Cursed Spirit was persistently kissing his cheek one by one, leaving wet traces. The visual was extremely impactful and mentally polluting.
"How's the taste?" Geto Suguru sat on the sofa not far away, holding a teacup, asking smilingly, as if inquiring about the opponent's opinion on refreshments.
"Hmm, not bad." On the other side, Mukyoku Nagi gently blew the steam rising from the cup, took a small sip, and responded with a flat tone, not even raising his eyes to look at the "miserable state" over there. They had settled the unconscious Amanai Riko and maid Kuroi Misato on the sofa beside them.
"No! No! Stop! Make it stop!" Bayer struggled desperately, but his limbs and even torso were firmly imprisoned by the Cursed Spirit, completely immobile, only able to feel that disgusting touch land on his face again and again in despair.
"Hey, I quit this job, won't be a Curse User anymore, please let me go!"
Mukyoku Nagi closed his eyes tasting black tea, unmoved.
*"Mua~ Mua~"* The Cursed Spirit kissed even more vigorously.
Bayer endured nausea, shouting at Geto Suguru again.
"I will also quit Group Q. How about I go back to the countryside to farm, is that okay?"
Geto Suguru turned around and lifted his ear, indicating he couldn't hear clearly~
"You can clearly hear it!" Bayer raged and continued to be tortured by the Cursed Spirit.
*Clink.*
A crisp, light sound of Mukyoku Nagi gently placing the white porcelain teacup back on the table. This subtle sound made Bayer's wailing stop abruptly, as if his neck was choked.
Mukyoku Nagi slowly opened his eyes. Those vermilion pupils pierced coldly toward Bayer, without any emotion. Bayer was held in mid-air, positioned higher, but he felt like an ant stared at by a giant abyssal beast. An invisible, suffocating oppression seized him.
"Want to write it off here, pretend nothing happened, then turn around and easily become an ordinary person..." Mukyoku Nagi's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, carrying an unquestionable coldness. "Where in the world are there such cheap good things? Especially for scum like you."
Bayer felt that almost substantial cold killing intent, instantly understanding begging for mercy was useless. Despair and anger overwhelmed reason. He immediately broke the jar, roaring hysterically with a ferocious face:
"Stinky brat! Dare to look down on me!? Just wait! Q's ace! The strongest Lord Kokun has also arrived in Tokyo! You guys! And that Star Plasma Vessel brat! Just wait to be..."
Before his harsh words were finished, Geto Suguru and Mukyoku Nagi's phones rang almost simultaneously with a crisp message notification sound.
Geto Suguru took out his phone for a look, a strange smile appearing on his face. Then he turned the screen toward the incompetently furious Bayer, asking in a relaxed tone: "Kokun... are you talking about him?"
In the photo on the screen, Gojo Satoru wore those small round sunglasses, making a big peace sign at the camera, grinning incomparably brightly and sunnily, almost blinding people's eyes. Under his feet, against a background of a balded tree, a burly man lay paralyzed on the ground like a rag doll. His gaze was dull and unfocused, face covered with blue and purple bruises, looking like his soul had already ascended—it was exactly the strongest combat power Organization 'Q' took pride in, Kokun...
Bayer's pupils suddenly shrank to pinprick size. All curses and threats stuck in his throat, leaving only boundless chill and despair.
Fin...ished...
This was the last thought in Bayer's mind. The next second, that pink Cursed Spirit seemed to receive a command, all heads leaning in together...
*"Mua~ Mua~ Mua~ Mua~"* (Intensive kissing sounds)
Bayer, eyes completely lost highlights, soul seemed to be extracted, completely reduced to the Cursed Spirit's doll, motionless.
With the easy capture of 'Q's strongest combat power and de facto spiritual leader Kokun, this once prominent Curse User group intending to stir up waves, within just a few hours of arriving in Tokyo, declared complete destruction in an almost comical way.
............
"Yo~ Long time no see~"
Gojo Satoru walked into the room greeting the two, then turned to look at the girl lying on the sofa, Amanai Riko who was still in a coma.
"Is she the Star Plasma Vessel for this mission?" He leaned closer, tilting his head to size her up. "Feels... nothing special, just an ordinary little girl."
Mukyoku Nagi also turned his gaze, looking at Amanai Riko's peaceful sleeping face with a complex expression. The girl looked about their age, possibly even a bit younger.
"Yeah, looks just like an ordinary girl no matter how you look at it," his voice lowered slightly, "An age that should be in school, among friends, worrying about homework and trivial matters, playing and laughing."
*'Amanai Riko, what are you thinking in your heart?'* Mukyoku Nagi's gaze fell on her slightly furrowed brows, asking silently in his heart. *'Do you really accept such an ending willingly?'*
Geto Suguru looked at the complex and heavy expression on Mukyoku Nagi's face, seeming to want to say something, but finally it just turned into an almost inaudible light sigh. He suddenly changed the topic, trying to disperse some of the heavy atmosphere.
"If only we could use the Reverse Cursed Technique like Shoko, the Star Plasma Vessel should be able to wake up quickly."
"Stop joking, Nagi also knows Reverse Cursed Technique, but he can't treat others like Shoko either."
Gojo Satoru immediately curled his lip to refute, walking to the other sofa to slump down. "We can't understand what the hell she's talking about, how could we learn it, right, Nagi?" He looked at Mukyoku Nagi seeking agreement.
"I can't refute."
Mukyoku Nagi could only admit expressionlessly, instantly flashing back to Ieiri Shoko's teaching face of "You don't understand even this simple thing?" and that last teasing sentence "Nagi, I thought you were more talented than those two idiots~", instantly feeling speechless. "Hmm..."
At this time, Gojo Satoru squatted down, staring at Amanai Riko. He made a decision.
"How about going to the hospital to check, lest she was blown up with some problem and we have to take the blame." After speaking, he picked Amanai Riko up.
"Ugh~"
Just about to move, the girl's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, a soft moan came from her mouth, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Eh? Awake?" Gojo Satoru paused, maintaining the posture, looking at her curiously.
"Ora!"
Amanai Riko didn't hesitate at all! She made a move completely out of instinct! Raised her hand and slapped swiftly and crisply!
*Slap!*
A loud crisp sound, precisely imprinted on Gojo Satoru's handsome cheek. Gojo Satoru completely didn't expect this sudden attack, took a solid slap, whole person stunned for a moment.
Amanai Riko took this opportunity, a dexterous flip escaping from Gojo Satoru's arm range, landing steadily, taking advantage of the situation to pose a slightly immature but imposing defensive stance, shouting loudly: "Audacious ruffian, dare to harm this young lady! Watch me strike first!"
*'Really a... girl full of vitality.'* Mukyoku Nagi thought.
"You stinky bra..." Gojo Satoru covered his cheek where a faint red mark instantly appeared, staring at Amanai Riko in disbelief. Anger was just about to rise when interrupted by Geto Suguru.
"Little Riko, calm down." Geto Suguru put a hand on Gojo Satoru's shoulder to soothe him, explaining with a smile, "We are not in the same group as those who attacked you, we are here to protect you."
"Liar!"
Amanai Riko's gaze swept vigilantly over the three, small face written full of disbelief. "Just looking at the expression I know you're lying! Weird bangs squinty eyes with a liar face!" She first pointed at Geto Suguru, then turned the spearhead to Gojo Satoru. "And you, sunglasses pervert prematurely aging man with unlucky white hair! Look like not a good person at first glance!"
"Mm!" Mukyoku Nagi nodded very honestly and approvingly from the side.
"And you!" Amanai Riko's firepower suddenly turned without warning to Mukyoku Nagi who was trying to lower his presence. "That guy with a gloomy face hiding aside watching the show! Don't think not making a sound means you're fine! You look the most suspicious!"
"Hmm?" A clear "vein mark" instantly popped up on Mukyoku Nagi's head.
Now there was one more person with a gloomy face.
...................
"Yaaah——Don't!"
"Please, please let go of Miss!"