In the brightly lit room, the light cascaded from above onto the two figures clinging to each other on the sofa.
Black and white kimonos lay scattered across the floor.
Sukuna sat on the sofa, one foot resting on the discarded clothes. He leaned back against the cushions, his half-closed eyes appearing relaxed, yet his powerful, muscular frame remained abnormally taut, silently radiating a lethal, overwhelming sexual charisma and intensity.
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