Why Didn’t Gojo Just Make Sukuna His Wife Instead of Fighting by streaming 4k ultra HD geto x gojo porn directly into sukuna's brain via binding vows
Instead of using Unlimited Void to melt Sukuna’s brain, he refined his domain into something even more terrifying by using two binding vows:
RCT is forced in the domain, in exchange gojo satoru cannot use limitless inside it
The domain doesnt damage your brain anymore but in exchange it floods your brain with something else
The moment Sukuna was trapped inside, his mind was flooded—not with knowledge, not with enlightenment, but with something far worse:
A never-ending stream of ultra-HD, perfectly rendered, hyper-realistic pornography of Geto fucking Gojo.
From every angle. Every position. Every possible timeline.
There was no escape.
Every single synapse in Sukuna’s mind was forcibly rewired to process only this information. The sensory overload would have been bad enough—but then the Binding Vow kicked in.
Anyone inside the domain would be forced to use Reverse Cursed Technique, even if they didn’t want to.
Sukuna came near instantly once he saw all of the sexy porn, his two dicks working overtime.
His body tried to stop it, but it was too late. His CE, the very foundation of his power, was now his greatest weakness. Every time he ejaculated, his balls refilled instantly due to RCT, feeding into an inescapable loop of release and regeneration.
The battlefield was drowning.
Waves of Sukuna’s own hyper-dense, high-pressure semen flooded the space, trapping him in an endless cycle of climax. He tried everything—Malevolent Shrine, Dismantle, Cleave—but there was nothing to cut, nothing to destroy.
He could only drown in it.
And then, something unexpected happened.
As the 11-second exposure to Gojo’s domain reached its peak, before mahoraga could save sukuna, something deep inside Sukuna shifted.
A feeling he had never known before.
It wasn’t rage. It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t hatred.
It was love.
For the first time in a thousand years, Sukuna understood.
Gojo wasn’t his enemy.
He was his soulmate.
With a final, shuddering gasp, Sukuna abandoned Megumi’s body. His true form—his cursed object, his final remaining finger—drifted through the flood of semen, landing softly in Gojo’s palm.
Gojo lifted him up. Smirked.
"You’re mine now, King."
The battle was over.
A week later, Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna were married in an extravagant ceremony, attended by the entire Jujutsu world.
As the vows were exchanged, Sukuna—now permanently stuck in his finger form—was placed onto Gojo’s hand like a wedding ring.
The reception was beautiful.
The battlefield? Never recovered due to the endless ocean of sukuna's semen