Under any normal circumstance being ranked as a concubine is a gesture of true honor. One can go from a lowly servant to a woman of riches. She is dressed in the finest silks, jewelry and can walk with the wealth.
A privilege that poor souls will never grasp.
A life of ease and comfort.
All I must do is let him fuck me.
"Master Sukuna requested the new girl to be his concubine?" A servant murmurs to another. They both were appointed to aid me in cleaning out my room and moving to his wing.
"I heard he relinquished all others."
"How tragic" one sighs.
The thing is in these lands, being one of his concubine's....was not for the faint of heart.
To a sadistic man,
It was just torture.
"I heard he killed the last one."
It was obvious Sukuna had an unquenchable sex drive and having two massive cocks didn't help.
Majority of the times, he would have a slew of females arrive in his chambers mainly because not many of them could handle him on their own.
And from what I recall, they all would come out bruised, choked and completely broken. I remember one just crying about the endless atrocities she endured.
Maybe that's why he keeps Yorozu around, she's the only one who can handle both at the same time.
"Did you hear what happened to Ayami? She was in the infirmary for months. She said the pain was so immense that she had passed out."
"Lord I heard he still kept going, Tsukio was with Ayami and I heard it's like he took satisfaction in hurting them" the two older ladies murmured.
I arrived to my new bedroom. Massive and beautiful. I don't know what I expect it to be. He had decorated it in golden embellishments and embroidered jade onto the walls. There's books of all sorts, science, art and history.
In our time, women were not allowed to read such things. We were only given lady in waiting books. How to cook and practical things. So why would he leave these for me?
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There is a painting nook with brand new brushes and watercolors. Which makes me wonder how he knew I liked to paint?
Did my past life did this?
"The master requests your presence for dinner." Uraume voices from behind me. She places down a massive wooden box, Etched with gold trimmings and a jeweled latch. "Your attire for tonight."
A massive kimono, made of red silk and a sheer white underlayer that did nothing for modesty. You could practically see the color of my nipples underneath. But I'm sure this is exactly why he picked it.
