Warning! Before any of you read this. I want to warn you that the following text will discuss topics of Rape, Sexual topics, and much more. If you have had past experiences with such things and this makes you uncomfortable skip to the next chapter.
With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story!
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Ryomen Sukuna—a name that evoked fear, a legend whispered in hushed tones. A being known to all as a heartless monster, a ruthless force who committed unspeakable atrocities in his time. No one dared to challenge him, for the mere thought of standing against such an existence was nothing short of suicidal.
Yet, despite his dominance, the tides of fate turned against him. After defeating the strongest sorcerer of the current era, Sukuna found himself besieged by countless opponents. One after another, they came for him, pushing him to his limits. And in the end, the defeat he had secretly longed for was delivered—not by an unknown adversary, but by his own nephew.
That loss changed him, if only slightly. And for the first time in his wretched existence, Ryomen Sukuna willingly submitted to the cycle of reincarnation.
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But what if things had been different?
What if, instead of claiming Fushiguro Megumi's body, Sukuna had taken a stronger vessel—one far more suited to his overwhelming power? What if he had chosen the second-strongest sorcerer, Yuta Okkotsu?
A terrifying thought. One that, if made reality, would spell nothing but despair.
And in the vast, infinite expanse of the multiverse, such a reality did exist.
Let's take a closer look.
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Reality 234 - December 24, 2023
Location: Shinjuku
Shinjuku—once a beacon of prosperity, a city teeming with life and promise—was now a graveyard. The towering skyline had crumbled, reduced to a wasteland of shattered concrete and blood-stained debris. What remained was a battlefield, the remnants of a war that had determined the fate of the world.
Amidst the ruins, bodies lay scattered in grotesque heaps. Twisted limbs, lifeless eyes, the stench of death hanging thick in the air. And in the center of it all, standing atop the wreckage, was the victor.
Ryomen Sukuna.
He wore the body of Yuta Okkotsu like a well-fitted suit, an eerie smirk stretched across his face. At his feet lay the last obstacle to his conquest—Itadori Yuji, unconscious and broken.
For a moment, silence reigned, heavy and suffocating. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Sukuna glanced down at the defeated boy.
"Remember what I told you, brat?" His voice was laced with mockery, with cruel amusement. "I wonder… how should I deal with what remains of your pathetic little friends?"
He already knew some of them were still alive. But they were weak, drained, utterly incapable of stopping him. They posed no threat, no challenge.
Sukuna flexed his fingers, lost in thought. He hadn't even needed to use his true form throughout the entire battle. Yuta's body alone had been enough to crush his enemies. And why wouldn't it be? The fight against Gojo had gone far better than expected. It was all thanks to two binding vows he had made before the fight.
The first vow had stripped Yuta of Rika, but in exchange, his brain had been enhanced a hundredfold—an unnatural expansion that allowed him to store an unlimited number of copied techniques without external assistance. The second vow had taken away Yuta's domain, but in return, Sukuna could now use any technique without the usual time restrictions.
These sacrifices had forged an unstoppable monster. And with the completion of the sacred "bath" and the death of Yuta's beloved sensei, the boy's soul had shattered into pieces. He had given up long ago.
Sukuna smirked.
Yes. There were many ways to make Itadori suffer.
A slow, creeping grin stretched across his lips as an idea took shape in his mind. Without hesitation, he seized the boy by the throat and vanished into the ruins, sprinting off to bring his plan to fruition.
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One Month Later…
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Jujutsu Society had crumbled.
With the death of all special-grade sorcerers—save for Sukuna himself—resistance had been rendered futile. Uraume had personally put an end to Hakari, ensuring that no formidable opponents remained.
A small rebellion had formed, a desperate attempt to fight back, but it had been crushed with merciless efficiency. The survivors were scattered, broken. And Sukuna, the undisputed King of Curses, had taken what he pleased in the aftermath.
He claimed the Kyoto school as his domain, desecrating its sacred halls with the remains of his fallen enemies. From the bones of those who he killed. He constructed a throne—an obscene monument to his victory. At the armrests, two skulls rested: the left, belonging to Itadori; the right, to Gojo.
Now in the current day. In a dimly lit room, once a haven for new students, now a chamber of despair, Maki lay bound and helpless. The moans that echoed through the space were hers, a stark contrast to the proud woman she once was. Now, she was a vessel for Sukuna's dark desires, a means to relieve his stress.
Her teeth clenched tightly as he relentlessly assaulted her body. This was the fifth time she had been violated, and with each passing moment, she silently pleaded for death to claim her. Her body was shackled, her mouth gagged, leaving her no means to fight back or end her own suffering.
Sukuna's voice cut through the air, a twisted melody of satisfaction. "Ughhh~, I made the right choice in sparing you from the sane fate your friends received. Your body is definitely one of the best I've ever had!"
Maki's tears streamed down her face, unnoticed by Sukuna. She could only beg silently for an end to her torment. Her mind screamed, 'Annn~! I can't take this fucking torture anymore! Just kill me already, you sick fuck!'
Sukuna, however, had no intention of granting her wish. He switched positions, grabbing her arms and holding them tightly while his other hand struck her buttocks, leaving a faint red handprint. Maki's eyes widened, a high-pitched moan escaping her lips despite the gag. For the next ten minutes, Sukuna continued his assault, slapping her and pounding into her with increasing speed.
As he neared his climax, he reveled in her pleading eyes, enjoying her silent cries. "I'm almost there!~ Get ready to take my seed, slave!"
Maki shook her head, tears streaming down her face, but Sukuna was unyielding. With a final thrust, he released inside her, panting from the high he had just experienced.
Sukuna wiped the sweat from his face as he withdrew, leaving Maki's body to slowly expel the excess. Not yet satisfied, he decided to prolong her torment. He picked her up and placed her on his lap, his hands roaming over her body.
He cupped her breast, sucking it into his mouth while playing with the other. Maki, still reeling from the previous ordeal, felt another orgasm building. 'Fuck!~ I can't even think straight! Please, Yuta, do something, anything!'
But Yuta was gone, his soul shattered even further beyond anyone's repair after the first violation. Maki's pleas fell on deaf ears, both literally and figuratively. Sukuna, sensing her desperation, resumed his assault, slamming her onto his member without warning.
Maki's eyes flew open, a moan of pain and pleasure escaping her lips as she climaxed. Sukuna, taking his mouth from her breast, began to belittle her. "To think that the prideful and arrogant girl who wanted to escape her role in her clan is now reduced to a moaning bitch! At least this vessel had good taste in women."
Maki's depression deepened with each word. The idea of women enjoying such acts was a fever dream, a perverted fantasy. In reality, she wanted nothing more than to die. Her sister, her friends, and even Yuta were gone, leaving her alone in her torment.
If she could go back in time, she would leave the Jujutsu Society and never return, avoiding this fate at all costs. But time was unyielding, and her fate was sealed.
Two Hours Later...
Seated upon his throne, Sukuna exhaled in boredom. Uraume stood beside him, ever loyal, awaiting orders that would never come.
"For the first time… I have no real goal," he muttered to himself. "I only sealed myself to find stronger opponents. But now… there's no one left."
A heavy silence settled over him.
This was the curse of the strongest. The same curse that had haunted Satoru Gojo, and so many others before him. Now, it was Sukuna's turn to suffer the consequences of his own supremacy.
A thought gnawed at him, one he despised acknowledging.
Am I truly doomed to repeat this cycle? To rise, to conquer, to slaughter… only to find myself alone, without purpose?
He clenched his fist. He didn't want to admit it. He wanted to believe otherwise. But the truth was undeniable. Twice now, he had reached the pinnacle. Twice, he had been met with the same result.
Maybe…
Just as he began to drown in his own thoughts, a voice suddenly cut through the silence.
It was not human. It carried no emotion, no inflection. A mechanical chime, cold and absolute.
[Congratulations! You have received the Dimensional Travel System! Press integrate to receive rewards!]
A glowing panel materialized before him, letters flickering like firelight.
[Integrate]
[YES/NO]
Sukuna's eyes narrowed.
Then, slowly, his smirk had returned.
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This is my first time ever writing something like that so I would like some feedback. Besides the fact it was short. I plan to make longer ones once I figure out a good style.
Also what world's do you guy's want to see after Fate? I would love to know! Lastly the more power stones this gets may mean more frequent chapter's. So if you want to see this story go far, throw some stones to give me motivation would be great!
See you guys in the next chapter!