YŪJI

"Ane-san!" Yūji smiles softly when multiple girls rush up to her with bright smiles. She looks up and gives the madam a wave.

"Hello! I'm sorry for coming by so late," Yūji greets towards the girls. A young woman, no older than 20, smiles brightly and tugs at her expensive red dress. It had a deep v-neck and hugged her body nicely.

"Ane-san, do you like my new dress? Does it look good on me?" The woman twirls around with a bright smile. Yūji gently grabs the dress and feels the texture. It was definitely expensive, but not a luxury brand.

"Akahana-chan already has a reoccurring client. One that sees Akahana-chan's talent for bringing the attention to herself when needed," Madam Joo Nana says as she walks forward.

Yūji hums with a soft smile. "Good job, Akahana-chan."

Akahana brightens at the praise and giggles into her hand, skipping off with a few other girls to continue getting ready. Yūji glances at Madam Nana before she starts walking towards the back of the building. The older woman follows after with, glancing around the common space with a keen eye.

"A Doe John requests a private session tonight. A last minute client, but he's willing to pay double the amount if his session is satisfactory, and he's willing to wait," Madam Nana speaks up, making Yūji hum.

"Can one of the girls meet the request?" Yūji asks, walking through a set of double doors. They reach a slightly refurbished hallway redesigned into offices. Madam Nana follows after and closes the doors behind her.

"Not at this moment, but I have a few girls in mind that can go through with the training tonight."

Yūji nods her head and enters the closest office to the left of the double doors. She keeps the door open for Madam Nana and continues walking towards the cluttered desk.

"American, I presume from the name. Does he know my rules about the treatment of the girls?" Yūji asks, sitting down in the worn office chair. She twirls around, looking up at the unfinished ceiling.

"I made sure he knew. His request... tests the boundaries of the rules, but it shouldn't be a problem for the girls. Here are my choices." Madam Nana hands a thin file to the pink haired female. Yūji smiles and opens the file, glancing at the names.

Akari. Hanae. Ume.

"Hanae-chan has said before she's willing to go past the rules and still put her foot down if it does get too far." Yūji reads the request, leaning back into the chair. "Have her train tonight and tomorrow and call Doe-san that we will accept the request for next Saturday."

"Of course, Ane-san. We also have a few first time customers. They sent hidden messages for two of our innocent looking girls to head over to the Red Planet Hotels in Asakusa with the passcode, pomegranate," Madam Nana continues calmly. Yūji glances up with a narrowed gaze, frowning in thought.

"Ume-chan and Sayuri-chan. They work well together and meet the request. Have them dress modestly and tell them to act shy. They can head out after getting ready." Yūji looks back down at the file and closes it. She rolls up to the desk and grabs a pen.

"Orizuki will come by tomorrow with the monthly contraceptive medicine and Ryōmen will be helping me file through the new hires for the club after I finish my last bit of exams," The pink haired female continues as she opens a thick file laying on top of a stack of papers.

Madam Nana raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms. "What are you doing here, then? You need to rest. We can afford holding off on your plans for a couple days."

Yūji scowls and shakes her head. She focuses on reading the file in front of her, ignoring Madam Nana's stern look.

"We can, but we shouldn't." Yūji sighs and looks up to give her friend a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine. I'm just going over what we need to buy when the month is over."

Madam Nana gives her a deadpan expression before rolling her eyes and turning around. She gives a small wave as she walks out of the room.

"You and your workaholic self. I'll be back in an hour to get you some food. Knowing you, you probably skipped all three meals today," She teases, making Yūji pout with pink ears.

"I didn't skip breakfast!" Yūji defends herself. Madam Nana snorts as she closes the door behind her. Yūji huffs in amusement and goes back to work.

If she finishes this quickly, she can hand out at least two more clients for tomorrow night before she leaves.

NOBARA

Stupid! She was so stupid! The mean lady couldn't be anymore stupid than the rest! Not only did she ignore Nobara, she purposely left her alone at the park!

Nobara cries into her knees in frustration and sadness. She hated Otome. She really did. Nobara's just glad that she's the only one Otome really messes with. Though, sometimes she just wishes the mean lady could make a mistake and disappear like all the others when Daddy finds out.

"Eh? Brat, what the fuck're you doing here?" Nobara snaps her head up at the familiar voice. She immediately spots Yū-chan's brother lazily standing in front of the tree she sat under. He had bloodied bandages wrapped around his knuckles and dried blood splattered across his face.

Nobara sniffs and furiously wipes away her tears. "What does it look like? 'm sitting."

A scowl forms on the rude teenager's face and he huffs in annoyance. He starts walking away, making Nobara bite the inside of her cheek in an attempt to stop another wave of tears.

"Hey brat. Are you fucking coming or what? It's getting dark and I ain't about to carry you all the way home," Sukuna snarks, turning around a few feet away. Nobara stares at him with wide eyes before she scrambles up from her spot.

"I'm not a brat! I'm a princess," The young girl states with confidence. Sukuna snorts with an eye roll and starts walking again once Nobara catches up.

"Princess my ass. You're a fucking harpy." Sukuna looks around with a casual posture. "Where's that nerdy brother of yours, Megumi?"

Nobara sighs softly, her shoulders slumping. She kicks the ground and stares at her feet with clenched fists.

"Otome made Gumi-nī practice his reading outside last night. He got sick and had to stay in bed," Nobara sneers in frustration, crossing her arms over her new outfit Daddy had bought for her yesterday. It was a light brown sweater tucked into a leopard print skirt and brown cowgirl boots. Her hair was brushed back with her side bangs pulled back and braided behind her head.

Sukuna glances down at her through his peripherals before humming. His hand clenches into a fist.

"Aneue told me about her. She sounds like a whoring bitch," The pink haired teenager states, making Nobara huff.

"Of course she is! Don't you listen?!" Nobara asks with a pout, trying to look angry, but only appearing cute. Sukuna glares down at her with a sneer.

"Of course I fucking listen, you brat!" Nobara glares up at him before sticking out her tongue.

"You shouldn't say those words in front of a kid! They're bad words!" She retorts, making Sukuna growl in annoyance.

"Well, you won't go fucking saying them then! I can say whatever the fuck I like, brat," Sukuna snarks with a confident smirk. Nobara harrumphs and smirks up at the 15 year old.

"Tell that to Yū-chan when I ask her what a whoring bitch is!" Nobara exclaims loudly.

Sukuna pales and quickly shushes the girl. "If you tell her, you're as good as dead!"

"So you can't say whatever you want!" Nobara smirks with a certain smugness that would make Daddy proud. She can't wait to tell him how she kept this stupid boy in line!

"You're a fucking smartass." Sukuna huffs out a laugh and roughly pats the dark haired girl's head. "You better keep at it. Being able to spin people around like that's a fucking good skill in life."

Nobara practically preens under the praise, puffing up her chest in confidence. Sukuna snorts with an eye roll and shoves the girl's head down, making her squawk. She lifts her hands and immediately tried to fix her hair.

"You ruined my look! I looked so pretty today!" Nobara exclaims with a scowl.

"Oh shut up. I'll fucking fix it when we get home. Hey, grab my hand once we pass that street sign. People like kids in that district for all the wrong fucking reasons." Sukuna points at the intersection they were walking up to. Nobara blinks before frowning in confusion.

"What'd you mean?" Nobara demands as she grabs Sukuna's hand anyway. Sukuna scowls, this time in real anger, and doesn't answer for a moment.

"You'll know when you're older, now shut up about it."

Nobara stares up at the 15 year old boy with wide eyes before a bright smile grows on her face. Yū-chan wasn't the only nice one.

"He's like a kitty!" She thinks brightly, stepping closer to Sukuna. "A kitty with pretty art on his skin!"

"Does your art have any meaning?" She asks curiously. Sukuna stares down at her with a confused glare.

"What the fuck do you mean? I ain't an artist." Nobara rolls her eyes with a huff and tugs at his hand.

"Your pretty art on your skin, stupid! Daddy has a lot of pretty pictures. There's a nighttime, a big kitty, and a big ocean," Nobara explains with a bright smile. She really liked the pretty pictures. She wants as many as Daddy some day!

Sukuna makes a small noise of acknowledgement, instinctively rubbing the line drawn along his jawline. He sighs quietly and glances back down at the dark haired girl.

"When I got the art, I didn't have a choice. After changing it into something I did want, I like my art now. I don't have any pictures on my skin except for one, and I don't plan on getting anymore," Sukuna eventually speaks with a distracted tone.

Nobara smiles brightly and starts swinging her hand with Sukuna's back and forth. "Daddy says that when I'm older, I can get the pretty art too! I can't wait!"

"You remind me of Kechizu. He wants to get the same picture Aneue has on her skin," Sukuna comments with a soft smile. Nobara tilts her head and looks up at the rude teenager.

"Why don't you call Yū-chan, Onēchan? It's weird that you call her Aneue. That word's so old!"

"I grew up calling her that. I ain't gonna stop because some brat told me to. Now, shut up. Your questions are annoying the fuck outta me."

OTOME

"What the fuck do you mean, she disappeared?" Satoru asks in a harsh tone. Otome sobs loudly, covering her mouth in her fear and sadness.

"I–I looked away for a second and she–I thought she was still holding my hand! I–oh, this is my fault! It was a new park and I–" Otome breaks into even more sobs, glad she covered her mouth to hide the smile growing on her face.

Satoru takes a deep breath and gently grabs his fiance's hand. "Don't worry, Otome. Nobara incredibly independent, it wasn't your fault."

"Kento, call for a search party. No one rests until Nobara's found." Satoru storms out of the room. "And if my baby girl was kidnapped, bring the fuckers to me! Alive."

Satoru doesn't see Otome's expression turning sour, the tears disappearing. She watches Satoru leave with a scowl before huffing and throwing her phone on the bed.

"That's all I get? After ruining my makeup?" Otome glares at the closed door of the master bedroom before growling in anger.

"Little brat. I wasted my time, should've just stayed home and took care of that boy," She mutters to herself, standing up. Otome walks into her bathroom to wash off her ruined makeup. Why can't she get what she deserves from the man?

At the beginning, she didn't even want to marry the annoying man-child. It was an arrangement. The last arrangement Satoru's parents had made in his life before he brutally murdered them. Otome was going to marry a neurosurgeon, a successful one. Then she got sent off to the bratty man who acted more like a child than an adult and a man who had more children than a single father should have.

Otome was ready to milk all she could from the man before making up an abuse story and leaving him in the dust. That is, until she took a glimpse at his bank account. Now that amount of money, that would set her for life. No, for five lives, and she'd still have plenty money left over to buy everything single person in the world five times, and sell them six times.

Satoru wasn't bad when she wanted to fuck either. He was cold though, and Otome couldn't help but be jealous of his kids. He gave her her own bank account, left an excessive allowance every week, and brought her to parties and lavish dances. He didn't love her, didn't even like her. Otome was meant to be loved by everyone. That's what her parents always told her! She's the one to be cold to everyone while they love her no matter what she did!

"That whore..." Otome mutters under her breath, glaring at her own reflection. Itadori Yūji... It hasn't even been a month since Satoru had met her and he's already completely ignoring Otome for the whore.

"I bet she's slept her way to get into Satoru's life. Taking away the attention I deserve!" Otome furiously wipes away her makeup to reveal an average looking beauty behind it.

Platinum blonde hair she spent thousands to obtain. Boring brown eyes. Fair, unblemished skin. Compared to Yūji's clearly natural pink hair with a black undercut, glittering gold eyes that puts real gold to shame, and freckled sun-kissed skin... she wouldn't even be considered pretty if she stood next to the whore.

"She was born as trash and deserves to stay with the trash." The woman sneers at herself and her appearance. "That whore's pretty. I have to admit that. Satoru will get bored with her eventually. Kindness... Ha, she's going to get killed when she makes a mistake."

And Otome will watch in glee as Yūji burns to the ground by the man she's going to be the last one for him to marry. Not Yūji. Her. She'll make sure of it.

Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter! Sorry for the incredibly late post. I still hope you all enjoy it!

Bye!

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