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Tomie wasn't just some ordinary girl.

She was an immortal, possessing an irresistible charm, a unique urban legend in her own right.

By the looks of it, she could now also be considered a highly peculiar kind of Cursed Spirit.

Ryuji figured that sparing her instead of immediately exorcising her was already him being merciful.

"..."

Tomie opened her mouth but couldn't find anything to refute. For a moment, she was at a loss for words. Finally, she muttered, "Do I really have to submit to you?"

"What do you propose then?"

Tilting his head slightly, Ryuji looked at her with genuine curiosity.

"What about a girlfriend?"

Tomie's eyes lit up the moment she heard his response. She perked up, staring at him with anticipation.

Say what you will, but Tomie knew how to adapt.

She was fully aware that she wasn't a match for Ryuji, and his Charisma had made her utterly captivated by him.

This unfamiliar feeling, one that made her heart flutter was something she had never experienced before.

Perhaps… this was fate.

"Think about it. You have this charm, and I do too. Isn't it destiny that brought us together?"

"..."

Destiny?

If that logic held, then didn't that make him "destined" for the Cursed Spirit of Loneliness or even the Cursed Spirit of Gluttony too? After all, he had stolen their powers as well.

Sensing his thoughts, Tomie quickly added, "Besides, aren't I beautiful?"

Tomie was confident when it came to her appearance.

She smiled, flicking her hair dramatically in an attempt to show off her allure.

"Having someone like me as your girlfriend, isn't that perfect? And I'm immortal. You can do whatever you want with me, no limits."

As she spoke, Tomie leaned in closer, her tone heavy with implication. Even an idiot could tell what she was hinting at.

"Those other girls… they can't satisfy you, can they?"

Her lips curled into a smug smile.

After all, true strength wasn't just about battle prowess. Other "capabilities" mattered too, and even if those other girls were also Jujutsu Sorcerers, they still had physical limitations.

But she was different—immortal, unbound by mortal limits. The idea of a "ceiling" didn't exist for her.

"..."

Ryuji had to admit, her reasoning struck a chord.

Still…

"What's your angle?"

Ryuji didn't believe for a second that Tomie would fall for him so completely without any ulterior motives.

"Just a few minor conditions!"

Tomie's tone grew cheerful, as if she'd already won.

To her, Ryuji's question clearly signaled interest. As expected, her charm was irresistible.

"First, if any other versions of me show up, you'll help me eliminate them."

The mention of this caused her eyes to flash with a cold, sharp light.

As always, each Tomie was obsessed with becoming the "only" Tomie.

"And?"

Ryuji didn't answer her request directly, choosing instead to probe further. He wanted to see what else she might demand.

"And…"

Tomie stepped closer, raising a hand as if to touch Ryuji's shoulder. Her voice softened, dripping with suggestion.

"If you have me, those other girls shouldn't matter anymore. Am I not enough for you?"

There it was.

Jealousy and selfishness, hallmarks of Tomie's personality.

Even now, she hadn't changed a bit.

"Hahahahaha!"

Ryuji chuckled suddenly.

"Do you even realize what you look like right now?"

"???"

Tomie blinked, stunned by his unexpected comment.

"What do you mean by that?"

The next moment, Ryuji reached into his Third Dimension and pulled out a small hand mirror.

Over time, his space had become a dumping ground for all sorts of random items, most of which he hadn't bothered to organize. But it was convenient, so he didn't mind.

Holding the mirror up to Tomie's face, he asked, "See for yourself. This is what you look like right now."

Tomie had a vague idea that her appearance might be a bit disheveled—after all, she hadn't cleaned herself up properly in quite some time.

But she'd assumed it was just a little untidy.

What she saw in the mirror was far worse. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her face was dirty, making her look more like a beggar than the beautiful femme fatale she prided herself on being.

"Take it away! Get that thing away from me!"

Panic-stricken, she waved her hands frantically, trying to knock the mirror out of Ryuji's grasp.

He dodged her hands and calmly returned the mirror to his space.

After all, the mirror was innocent. It didn't deserve to be destroyed.

"This can't be real! How could I look like this?!"

Even though the mirror was gone, Tomie's mental state had already taken a hit.

Her confidence, rooted entirely in her appearance was shaken to its core.

Ryuji couldn't help but find her reaction amusing.

"Send me back! I need to clean myself up!" she demanded, glaring at him.

"I don't recall ever saying I'd let you leave," Ryuji replied, shrugging nonchalantly as he watched her unravel.

"Then what do you want?! You know what I normally look like, just give me a little time to fix myself up, and I'll be more beautiful than any of those girls!"

Her voice was filled with desperation.

In Tomie's mind, there was no competition when it came to beauty. She was the best, always had been and always would be. Her confidence in her looks was absolute.