After Kama's thorough warning to the Higher-ups, they indeed stopped harboring any crooked thoughts toward the people at Jujutsu High.
They simply had no time to think about such things anymore; their minds were entirely consumed by the desire to obtain Kama's favor, longing for her to let them enter that state of endless pleasure once again.
And Kama, naturally, would not refuse them—just like right now.
Inside the deepest washitsu of the Jujutsu Headquarters, the lighting was turned down extremely low.
The scent of incense was so thick it was almost viscous, yet it couldn't mask the rancid stench of rotting souls hanging in the air.
Kama sat with her legs crossed on the main seat that rightfully belonged to the highest authority.
Propping her chin on one hand, her fingertips idly tapped the armrest. Her rose-red eyes were half-closed, brimming with undisguised boredom.
The Higher-ups were just like livestock, groveling at her feet, allowing her to trample them.
They lay prostrate on the ground, their dark kariginu crumpled around their emaciated, constantly trembling bodies.
Their once meticulously combed topknots were long undone, with graying strands plastered to faces covered in snot, tears, and drool.
Their eyes were wide open and hollow, pupils dilated and unfocused, reflecting only the blurred silhouette of the silver figure above.
"...Lady Kama..."
The one closest to her feet squeezed a breathy wheeze from his throat.
He struggled to tilt up his bark-like face, his murky eyeballs rolling with difficulty as he tried to catch any trace of emotion on Kama's face.
"Please... I beg you... again... again..."
"Pleasure... I need... more..."
"Give it... give it to me..."
The others began squirming as well, letting out garbled pleas.
Their fingers dug into the seams of the tatami, their bodies convulsing like fish out of water. They still struggled to inch closer to her toes, as if they were the only sweet spring water in existence.
Kama lowered her eyelashes, shooting them a glance.
That single glance made them all violently twitch in unison, before erupting into even more feverish ravings.
"She looked at me! She looked at me!"
"It's love! This is love!"
"Ahhh— One, one more time! Just like last time! No, even more than—"
"Please! Step on me! Step on me hard! With your noble feet! Crush my lowly—"
"Shut up."
Just two light words.
All the begging, crying, and deranged ravings instantly caught in their throats.
Those twisted, old faces froze, leaving only ragged gasps and the uncontrollable, physiological shivering of extreme terror.
Kama withdrew her gaze.
How boring.
At first, seeing these self-proclaimed "big shots" who thought they controlled everything groveling on the ground like dogs, wagging their tails and begging for a scrap of illusory pleasure while covered in snot and tears, was indeed somewhat amusing.
The filthiest undertones of human nature were fully exposed under the ultimate temptation.
But no matter how amusing the play, watching it repeated dozens of times would get tiresome.
Especially when the test subjects themselves were already rotting to the core.
Their souls, irrigated time and time again by her "love," had long been hollowed out.
Only primal craving remained, sustaining the last sliver of life in these decaying husks like the most severely addicted junkies.
Thoughts? Scheming? Resentment?
Those complex human emotions had long dissolved under the scouring tide of boundless ecstasy.
Now, the only thing keeping them kneeling here was a bestial hunger for their next reward.
It was too dull to even keep them as toys.
Kama stood up, completely unenthused.
This movement of hers caused another wave of panicked commotion at her feet.
A few suppressed whimpers sounded out. They reached out their hands in vain, seemingly wanting to grab the hem of her clothes but not daring to actually touch her.
Kama didn't even look at them, walking straight toward the sliding doors.
Losing their guiding target, the things behind her experienced a brief moment of sluggishness before sinking back into the illusions within their own minds.
Low, idiotic giggles mixed with the rustling of unconsciously twitching bodies rubbing against the tatami echoed eerily in the dim washitsu.
Creaaak—
The sliding doors were pulled open, then closed behind her.
Sealing that nauseating sight and sound inside.
The expansive corridors of the Jujutsu Headquarters remained empty and silent; the guards along the way had long since become mere decorations that could only giggle mindlessly at the air.
Kama walked outward along the path she came from, her footsteps tapping out a rhythmic, soft sound on the wooden floorboards.
She planned to head back to Jujutsu High.
Maybe she'd look for some snacks, or just go straight to sleep.
Compared to dealing with those Rotten Oranges whose very souls had gone sour, even looking at that guy Gojo Satoru seemed more interesting.
Just as she crossed the estate's final threshold and stepped into the chilly night air outside,
"My, oh my~"
A voice, familiar enough to make a vein throb on her forehead, drifted out from the shadows diagonally ahead.
"This really is... quite the scene, Kama-chan~"
Kama didn't stop walking and didn't even spare a glance, completely treating a certain someone as thin air.
"Eh— So mean! Your sensei waited out here for so long on purpose, and Kama-chan is just going to leave without even taking a look?"
Gojo Satoru strolled out from the corner he was leaning against, his tall figure blocking the moonlight in front of the main gate.
He wore that Black Blindfold, revealing only his beautifully contoured jawline and a currently upturned smile.
His arms were crossed and his posture was casual, but it was absolutely not as simple as him just passing by.
Kama stopped in her tracks.
She turned slightly, her rose-red eyes shooting a sidelong glance as a fake smile—the kind that screamed I'm extremely annoyed but I'll ask out of politeness—surfaced on her face.
"My, Gojo-sensei, what are you doing here?"
Her voice was sweet. "What a~ co~ in~ ci~ dence~"
"Mhm~ That's right, that's right, it's a super~ coincidence!"
Going along with her words, Gojo Satoru nodded vigorously. He then leaned forward, lowered his voice, and spoke in a tone as if sharing a secret,
"You see, your sensei was just taking a walk nearby, and accidentally ended up wandering over here!
And I also just so happened to see Kama-chan coming out from inside~ Wouldn't you say that's a coincidence?"
Kama: "..."
She barely suppressed the urge to shoot an arrow right at him.
Taking a walk? Wandering all the way to the entrance of the Jujutsu Headquarters?
And he just happened to see her coming out?
This scheming bastard had obviously been keeping an eye on things from the shadows all along. It wasn't as if today was the first time he found out what she had been doing to the Higher-ups.
He clearly knew she was toying with and destroying the Higher-ups on a soul level, yet he hadn't shown any reaction to it.
What kind of game is he playing now?
Could it be that seeing the last tiny bits of the Higher-ups' souls about to be completely exhausted, turning them into actual imbeciles, he couldn't sit still anymore?