Chapter 141: What Kind of Woman Do You Like?

Chapter 141: What Kind of Woman Do You Like?

"Anko, why aren't you wearing a shrine maiden outfit this time?"

"That one, it got torn and dirtied, so I threw it away."

"Ah, how did it get torn, and how did it get dirty?"

"Ugh, Miss Meimei, please don't bring up such embarrassing topics."

Inside the car, Luk was sandwiched between two soft bodies, making him stiff with tension. Warm breaths came from both sides, and the women chatted as if he weren't even there, making him even stiffer.

Fortunately, the backseat was not only concealed by a stealth barrier but also a soundproof one, so only the three of them could hear the conversation.

"Hehe, I think you look good in a high school uniform too."

"Really? But I still love my shrine maiden outfit. I'll definitely buy another one soon."

"You should get a new one. Second-hand clothes have been worn by others and aren't as good."

Luk: (°ー°〃)



"Miss Meimei, do you dislike second-hand clothes? I actually like them. They fit better and have been quality-tested, making them more comfortable to wear."

"Ah, that's debatable. If the clothes are really good, why would the original owner sell them?"

Luk: (_)



"Maybe the original owner just tried them on and didn't buy them. Before payment, the item is ownerless, right?"

"Anko, you've grown. I still find your old, meek self cuter."

"Miss Meimei is still the same, always focused on money and not much else."

Luk: (`~)



"I..."

"Stop it!"

Luk took a deep breath, reaching his limit.

"Let me say this simply. It's just a piece of clothing. What's wrong with taking turns wearing it? How about this: Meimei, you wear it on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Anko, you wear it on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Sundays, you both wear it together!"

After he finished speaking, the car fell into a long silence.

Meimei and Anko turned away without a word.

At this point, Luk relaxed. Once you lose your sense of propriety and shame, it's liberating. He boldly hugged both women.

Feeling their slight resistance, Luk licked his lips and started massaging them, making their bodies soften and their breathing calm as they snuggled into his embrace.

Ding-ding-ding—

The sound of a phone ringing broke the intimate atmosphere, and the two women abruptly sat up straight, not giving the scumbag a chance to take advantage.

"Hello, who is it?"

A familiar, floating female voice came from the other end, "Senior..."

Luk frowned, "Who is this?"

"It's me, Senior."

After a moment, the girl replied, "I still owe you a HARBS fruit cake."

Hearing about the cake, Luk remembered the voice's owner—his former junior at his previous company, Seiko Hoshino.

After gaining his awakened ritual, he had entered the curse world and cut ties with the secular world, even clearing out all his colleagues' and clients' contact information on his last day. No wonder the caller ID didn't show her name.

"Seiko, it's been a while. How have you been?"

The girl's voice dragged a bit, "I'm doing well."

"How's it going with the boy you like?"

"Ah... don't worry about that, Senior. I still owe you a cake. When can you come over and have it?"

"No need. You can enjoy it yourself." Luk shook his head. He didn't want to go back to that old company, and they were in different worlds now, so there was no point in meeting.

"Senior, the promise still stands. I'll buy the cake and wait for you to come."

The girl on the other end paused for a moment before hanging up.

"It's Seiko~"

Anko repeated Luk's words in a strange tone.

Meimei's lips curled into a cold smile, "A promise, huh?"

Luk stuffed his phone into his pocket, "Just a former colleague. Believe it or not."

Instead of trying to smooth things over, he decided to be straightforward.

His response left Meimei and Anko speechless, and the rest of the car ride was filled with an awkward silence.

Once they got out of the car, Luk let out a sigh of relief, finally escaping the battlefield.

As one of the two educational institutions in the curse world, Kyoto's environment was similar to that of the High School of Curses. The only difference was that the powerful outer barrier now restricted plant entry and exit, and there was a new alarm system to detect curse spirits.

"I am Ami Misa, here to guide you. Please follow me."

A girl with long, dark blue hair stepped forward, her voice cold.

This was Ami Misa, Kyoto's mascot. She pretended to be cold, but she was actually a teenage girl with a lot of inner drama and a devoted fan of Satoru Gojo. She must be thrilled inside right now.

The cold Ami Misa led the group from the High School of Curses to the back of Kyoto's teaching area. The surroundings were a well-preserved forest, with a wide stream flowing through it, and distant mountains could be seen in the distance.

On the wide field, a group of people was already standing, ready to welcome them.

They were Kyoto's students—Aoi Tojo, Momoko Nishimiya, Mamezuka Shin'ei, Kikai, and Kenji Kamo. Including their guide, Ami Misa, these were Kyoto's chosen participants.

"Ahaha, aren't these our colleagues from the High School of Curses? What a pity, your place was destroyed by curse spirits, so you came to us. How unfortunate."

True Yui Zenin's provocative words hung in the air. She had short hair and looked almost identical to her sister, True Hina Zenin, making it obvious they were twins.

In the world of Jujutsu, twins were a curse. They shared a powerful force, and only one could become the complete entity upon the other's death.

Sukuna had killed his twin in the cradle, which is why he was born in his complete form. The soul of his deceased brother reincarnated as Yuuji's father, and with the help of Kento Nanami, who secretly hid a finger in Yuuji's body, Sukuna was unable to take over Yuuji's body.

True Hina Zenin and True Yui Zenin shared a similar curse to Fushiguro Megumi's "Heavenly and Tyrant" binding. When one of them dies, the terrifying Heavenly and Tyrant would be reborn.

"Yui, I don't recall ever teaching you to speak like that."

True Hina sighed as she stepped out from the group, bowing to the high school students. "My sister is terribly unmannered. Please forgive her."

"What are you saying!"

"Alright, Yui, you should hold your tongue. This is an exchange event, not a place for arguments."

The composed Noritoshi Kamo intervened, preventing the situation from escalating. He was the only heir of the Kamo family, one of the three major families, and was officially announced as the second son. With the recent destruction of the Kamo family, only the old patriarch and the true heir were saved by Satoru Gojo. His expression was dark, clearly burdened, but he still maintained his dignity.

Momo Nishimiya was a girl floating with a broom, reminiscent of a character from Miyazaki's "Kiki's Delivery Service." Beyond her ability to fly, she was practically useless, much like Asahina.

Mechanical Pillar's gaze was fixed on the high school's cursed puppet, the panda.

His real name was Yoshikazu, also a member of the Heavenly and Binding, but his type was not physical enhancement. Instead, his body was extremely fragile, akin to paralysis, in exchange for an extensive range of techniques and superior cursed energy output. He could only operate remotely, while the panda was a conscious cursed puppet created by the high school's principal, Akutaro Yagami. Their battle was inevitable.

"I feel the presence of my best friend!"

A tall, muscular man stepped out from the Kyoto crowd. He was Kyouji Dagon, the only noteworthy fighter among the Kyoto students. His teacher was the Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, Yuki Ninomiya, a notorious slacker who, despite being Special Grade, never accepted missions.

Kyouji himself was a First-Class Jujutsu Sorcerer, who had once exorcised five First-Class Cursed Spirits and one Special-Class Cursed Spirit during the Hyakki Yakou a year ago, showcasing his formidable strength.

His technique was called Unrighteous Game, activated by clapping hands, which swapped the positions of two objects containing cursed energy, whether living or non-living, making it a high-tier version of Heavenly Hand.

At that moment, Kyouji's sharp eyes were fixed on Luk as he earnestly asked, "What kind of woman do you like?"

The sudden question drew many curious gazes, and Luk felt two death rays shooting from the corner behind him.

"Kyouji Dagon, right?"

Luk forced a smile, his face dark.

"That's right, best friend! Come on, share your true feelings, tell me your answer!"

Before Luk could respond, Kyouji had already added him to his list of best friends, assuming that Luk must like tall women. He acted as if they were truly comrades, joking and boasting together, and mustering the courage to confess to the girls they liked.

"I'm not into looks; I seek a deep connection on a spiritual level."

Struggling to say this, Luk turned away from Kyouji, approaching the three who were eagerly watching the spectacle. He declared with a sinister tone, "Yuuji, Megumi, and Toge, listen up. Whoever can take down Kyouji Dagon, I'll grant them one wish."

Yuuji and Toge perked up, their spirits ignited, while Megumi was completely fired up.

The chance to reclaim the Jade Dog had finally come!

...

At noon, the inter-school exchange battle officially began.

The heavy, prolonged sound of drums and gongs echoed through the training forest, and in the evaluation room, the teachers watched the live broadcast on monitors.

The loudspeaker on the wooden pole crackled to life.

"Next, let's have the teachers cheer for everyone," Satoru Gojo's voice spread through the forest.

Kusakabe: "If you can't win, just surrender. Who's in favor? Who's against?"

Mimimi: "For the sake of spiritual connection, let's work together as a team."

Amagaki: "Since we're not into looks, there's no need to go easy on the handsome ones."

Luk: "In short, fight with the determination to kill Kyouji Dagon!"

Satoru Gojo: "Killing is out of the question. Leave him with a breath, and we can reverse the technique to save him!"

"Time's up."

"The inter-school exchange event begins!"

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A Failed Author's Diary: If I Was the God

My name is Shisei Bao, and I've been reborn into a world where I am the god.

That day, I opened my author backend and found that my book had gained a thousand new followers in a single day, with five thousand readers and a surge in subscriptions. Even a reader had tipped me a Silver Alliance.

I was overjoyed and wrote this diary entry, but then I received some strange comments.

Rainy Night: "Haha, a failed author with a rich imagination."

Knife in Hand: "This is what a god looks like? I get it, a poor person writing about the rich."

No Umbrella: "Aim higher, you're destined to be a failed author forever."

(End of Chapter)

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