𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

7

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Well, it was safe to say you threw your phone on the floor after witnessing the horror before you. The images were seared into your mind, and the desire to rip your own eyeballs out or find a potion to erase the experience overwhelmed you.

Watching porn was something you had never done—never willingly, at least. Perhaps an accidental glimpse from ads or viruses, but you had never intentionally browsed such content. Sure, you'd kiss boys and tease them here and there; it was only coming from your playful side.

The shock of seeing something so explicitly erotic for the first time, especially featuring Sukuna himself, left you feeling a strange mix of disgust and curiosity, especially when you felt something between your legs that you couldn't quite place your finger on.

It was an unfamiliar sensation, and the grunts and actions displayed in the video created discomfort in your stomach.

Shaking your head to break free from the trance, you picked up your phone from the floor and hastily pocketed it. There was no time to dwell on whatever Sukuna was doing on Twitter and the explicit nature of the content aligning precisely with what his bio had described.

Sure, there was always a slight tinge of embarrassment stemming from your lack of experience, especially when your classmates enthusiastically shared their seemingly extraordinary sex experiences. Nonetheless, you had just turned eighteen so it should be fine.

Opening the bathroom door cautiously, you stepped outside, hesitant about returning to the same couch where he sat. Sitting beside him after witnessing the content of that video left you feeling uneasy.

You were aware of Sukuna's reputation as a womanizer, but witnessing a completely different side of him in vivid detail made it challenging to perceive him the same way again. Instead of merely seeing your bully, you now saw a pervert. The unsettling feeling lingered and it didn't help with the fact that Shoko's words lingered in your mind.

Despite these thoughts, you pushed them aside and returned to the living room where Sukuna remained engrossed in his phone. You chose not to dwell on what in the world he was doing, resuming your seat on the couch and curling up into a ball, placing as much distance as possible between you two. Sukuna noticed the shift in your behavior but opted not to comment.

Exhausted from relentless boxing practices and the aftermath of partying, Sukuna sat silently, the television serving as a buffer for the unspoken tension between you.

Growing swiftly disinterested in the television, and sensing a similar lack of enthusiasm from Sukuna, you eagerly anticipated Yuji's arrival as an escape from this awkward ordeal. With a sigh of relief, you retrieved your phone from your pocket, hoping to find solace in its distraction.

However, a moan, a grunt, or whatever term one might use for such sounds blared at the highest volume.

Startled, you shrieked and tossed your phone to the ground, mentally cursing yourself for neglecting to exit the app back in the bathroom.

Panicking, you knelt down to retrieve your phone, hastily closing the offending application. A grimace etched itself onto your face as you felt your body freeze. You've never been so cringed out by yourself ever.

At that moment, you wished for your life to end right there and then—a robber breaking in and shooting you, an Earth-shattering explosion, or even being swallowed by a monster seemed like a good idea.

Anything to spare you from the excruciating embarrassment of this situation. You were convinced that nothing in your entire life could surpass the humiliation of this moment.