In the dark night, inside a deserted factory.
A 'woman' was there.
Two Jujutsu sorcerers were there.
And most importantly, the suffocating stench of blood and death filled the air.
Despite the late hour, the factory wasn't cloaked in complete darkness. Pale light filtered through cracks in the walls, casting a dim glow over the surroundings.
In front of the two mythical sorcerers stood the 'woman.'
Her beauty was intoxicating—unnatural in its perfection.
Her lips, glossy and alluring, seemed to beckon with silent promises.
Her even-featured face was sculpted to perfection, exuding both innocence and mischief.
Her long, exposed legs shimmered faintly in the dim light, the smooth curves leading up to the barest hint of flesh beneath the flimsy cloth that barely clung to her body.
Thin black lashes framed her glowing crimson eyes, which glinted with playful malice.
Her untied black hair cascaded down to her thighs, swaying gently with every small movement.
A loose cloth draped over her figure, barely covering her ample curves. It teased far more than it concealed, exposing her waist, her thighs, and the curve of her chest.
The cloth hugged her body like a lover's caress, precariously hanging onto her as if it might fall away at any moment.
Her presence radiated a heady mixture of seduction and danger, an irresistible magnetism that could make weaker men falter.
She was the embodiment of forbidden allure.
Her smile was playful, teasing, yet filled with something darker.
Despite her overwhelming allure, the two sorcerers did not waver.
Their stern expressions remained unbroken, their resolve unwavering.
For they knew the truth: this 'woman' was no human. She was a monster—a living curse.
Beneath her unnatural beauty, her skin was an unsettling, unnatural red.
And behind her, a crimson lake of glinting blood spread across the floor. Floating atop the thick pool were chunks of mangled flesh—bitten and torn. The remains of humans. Among the gore, fragments of livers, brains, and torn faces drifted, their expressions forever frozen in despair.
A fresh smear of blood stained her lips, a chilling testament to the fact that she was responsible for the slaughter of innocents—people who had neither cursed energy nor the ability to perceive curses.
Yet, despite the carnage surrounding her, she radiated no malice or hostility.
No, her presence was something else entirely. She simply wanted to play.
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The two men had only one goal: to annihilate the cursed spirit in front of them.
They were seasoned warriors who had battled countless curses in their lives.
They had grown strong from weak beginnings.
And now, they would once again stake their minds, their lives, and everything they had to exorcise the infuriating curse before them.
As they solidified their resolve, the seductive curse blurred from her position.
In a flash, an unstoppable force from her hand slammed into the left sorcerer, obliterating his face and killing him instantly.
It happened in seconds.
The 'woman' licked her lips in delight, her smile growing wider.
The remaining sorcerer froze momentarily.
As the realization of his friend's death dawned upon him, rage overtook his mind.
He swung his curse-infused fist at the curse with superhuman speed, intent on avenging his fallen partner.
However, the curse vanished and his hand stopped in the empty air… horribly twisted at an unnatural angle.
A scream erupted from his mouth.
Excruciating pain flowed from his twisted hand into his body and his brain.
In that instant, his rage was replaced by terror.
But the man's willpower held him upright.
He forced cursed energy to flow through his body, numbing the pain enough to keep him standing.
Cold drops of sweat dampened his face.
Even when terror gripped his soul and mind, his initial goal didn't change.
His resolve to kill the curse only grew stronger.
His friend was dead…
He.. will.. definitely…kill… the curse!
He turned around to face the cursed spirit and activated his 'technique'.
His technique was simple but deadly: it doubled the impact of his strikes.
He swung his fist straight at the mischievously smiling curse with an even greater force than before.
This was his yet strongest punch. And with his technique, the force of the impact doubled.
The wind around his fist screamed as his punch pierced through the very air, heading towards the face of the cursed spirit.
This time, the targeted 'woman' didn't vanish, she just simply swung her arm.
In the vision of the attacking sorcerer,
the hand of the curse blurred-
-and blood flew into the air.
The ground shook and the specks of dust filled the air at the clash of their hands.
The dust cleared, revealing the 'tee-hee' form of the cursed spirit.
After the clash of their hands, an unbearable amount of pain, once again thundered through the sorcerer's body.
The blood wasn't hers.
It was his.
The curse had ripped his arm clean off.
She stood before him, her hands on her hips, her playful eyes glinting with malice.
"Oh…" she said softly.
An innocent smile bloomed on her perfect face.
"Tee-hee," she giggled.
The man's teeth ground together as he looked up at the laughing curse.
The spirit laughed, laughed and laughed.
As the sorcerer found his ground again, he turned back and stepped forward to escape.
All the time while the curse was laughing, he realised that there was no way he could kill the curse, especially not with his arms gone.
He could only retreat and bring reinforcement back to kill the strong curse.
He can get his arms back by the renowned healer and complete his revenge!
Even with his partner dead, there was still hope!
But first, he had to escape the claws of the cursed spirit.
The factory was high, so he couldn't jump and escape. The factory was long, alas, he could only run towards the exit.
As the sorcerer ran towards the exit with his superhuman speed, the curse stopped laughing and vanished-
-appearing in front of the running man.
The man skidded to halt on the surface of the cold ground.
The curse's eyes were brimmed with tears.
"Ahahahahahaha! Tee hee hee hee! Were you scared? Were you?", the cursed spirit asked, playfully.
The man froze. Something very cold gripped his spine.
The cursed spirit could talk.
Before, his now-dead friend was suggesting to him that they should not take on the curse alone. His friend had a bad feeling.
Even when knowing that a sorcerer's instincts were not something to be taken lightly, he ignored his friend and entered the factory. His friend was left with no option but to follow him.
And now, his friend is dead and he is filled with regret.
He couldn't atone for being the cause of his friend's death, but at least he could take revenge for him.
He will escape this shitty factory, no matter what.
Increasing strength in his legs the most, he jumped over the cursed spirit with the air rippling around him, landed on the ground at a very high velocity and ran, cutting through the air.
However, the curse didn't have any intention to let him escape.
"Tee hee hee! Hey, you know? Was it hot? That 'Oh…' I said when I opened my mouth, I mean! Was it hot? Was it 'seductive'..?", she said while looking at the quickly running figure.
As the man rushed further towards the exit, she appeared around him. The man tried to shake her off repeatedly, but each time she vanished and appeared again.
It was starting to look like she was teleporting around him over and over again.
"Was I cute?"
"Was I stimulating?"
"Was I arousing?"
"Was I sexy?"
"Was I titillating?"
"Was I sensual?"
"Was I erotic?"
"Was I lustful?"
Each time the curse appeared, she added an infuriating sentence.
But the man was too scared, and too angry at his own powerlessness to care.
He felt a sudden and strong impact on the front of his legs and fell on the ground with the shadow of that 'woman' hovering over him.
He had slaughtered many curses he thought were very strong.
He intentionally deluded himself on the mistaken assumption that he was very strong.
He had used 'god-gifted' power to bring death upon the monsters.
And now, he was on the receiving end of that destruction.
An overwhelming power was toying with him due to his own foolishness.
He could see his destruction, his death, his end.
His everything, his past and future collapsed into rubble with the monster laughing atop it.
"Ahaha! You know? It was fun!"
She exclaimed cheerfully, trembling in pure joy,
"That sadness when I killed your partner!"
"That scream when I crushed your arm!"
"That helplessness when you tried to escape!"
"That despair when you couldn't get me off!"
Her excited and happy tone did not go hand to hand with the overly cruel sentences she said.
"It was all fun…! Ah, I loved that feeling…"
As she upped her eyes in ecstasy with her long fingers touching her cheeks, the man could only stare up at her, helplessly.
Her shoulders relaxed, indicating that she had enough fun.
Her fingers slipped themselves below his chin, holding it up. She stared at his grey eyes with her own glowing crimson eyes.
"Ah… It was truly fun."
Her face closed down on the man's face, with her mouth open, the razor sharp canines glinting at the edges of her mouth.
The man could only stare in despair as her mouth opened at an unnaturally large angle and bit down his face.
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