That Time My Anime Life Got Cursed by Outer Gods-Chapter 34 - 33: Take off your clothes

Upon hearing the plan, Yukinoshita Haruno took two steps back, horror etched across her face. She trembled like a frightened child and instinctively hid behind Shiro Sakamaki.

No matter how mature or composed she usually appeared, in the face of true supernatural horror, she was still just a girl. Fear like this—raw and overwhelming—was only human.

Even Gojo Satoru and the others understood. It wasn't weakness. Ordinary people weren't built to face curses. A single misstep could mean instant death.

Shiro glanced down at Haruno's trembling form, a flicker of sympathy in his eyes. He gently patted her head, his voice low and reassuring.

"Don't worry. I'll go in with you. I won't let anything happen to you."

"...Okay," she murmured, nodding softly.

Gojo grinned. "Mind if I tag along with this lovely duo? Don't worry—I'll behave. I'll just observe."

Geto Suguru opened his mouth to protest, but Gojo interrupted him, throwing an arm around Shiro's shoulder.

"Come on, Geto. Let the guy escort the damsel. Such chivalry's rare these days."

"Fine," Geto sighed, reluctantly backing off.

Gojo took charge. "All right. Final lineup—me, Geto, Sakamaki, and Haruno. Shoko, you'll stay out here. Drop the [Curtain] and hold position. We'll need you for extraction and emergency healing."

Shoko Ieiri gave a nod, understanding her critical role. Her reversal technique could heal wounds others would consider fatal. She couldn't afford to take unnecessary risks.

As the group turned toward the mansion, Shiro paused.

"I need a few minutes. Haruno, come with me."

He led her into the car and shut the door behind them, checking from the outside to make sure the windows were fully tinted. Satisfied, he stepped back inside.

"Haruno. Take off your clothes."

"...Eh?"

She blinked at him, momentarily stunned. Then a teasing smile spread across her lips.

"My, my. Shiro-kun, aren't we moving a little fast? Not that I mind, but don't you think you should confess first?"

Shiro sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Not like that. I'm going to place a protective seal on you. Stop playing around or someone will get the wrong idea."

Haruno chuckled softly. "All right, all right. You're lucky I like you. I haven't shown this much skin to anyone else, you know."

With that, she turned her back to him and undressed quickly.

Without hesitation, Shiro drew blood from his fingertip and began inscribing runes onto her bare skin. Each symbol pulsed faintly as he traced it, his spiritual energy mixing with the blood to create a protective array far more powerful than standard talismans.

His fingers glided with precision across her smooth back, trailing intricate, blood-red characters that shimmered and sank into her skin. For five long minutes, the car was silent save for the rhythmic breathing of the two inside.

Finally, he placed his palm against her back.

"Edict."

The runes vanished instantly, absorbed into her body.

"It's done. Get dressed—we're going in."

Haruno replied in a small voice, "Mm..."

Her face burned bright red. The touch had been clinical, but the sensation lingered. She couldn't meet his eyes as they stepped out of the car.

Outside, all eyes turned to them.

Their timing. The flushed cheeks. The silence.

Only Gojo remained serious. His Six Eyes saw through everything—layers of dense spiritual protection now wrapped around Haruno like a second skin.

So, a secret enhancement technique...? Tsk. This guy's full of surprises.

Without delay, Shoko dropped the [Curtain], isolating the mansion from the outside world.

The temperature shifted. The oppressive aura vanished—at least, to those standing outside.

Within the barrier, Yukinoshita Haruno blinked in surprise. The freezing pressure that had nearly killed her yesterday was gone. In its place, warmth spread through her limbs, like she was submerged in a hot spring.

She didn't ask questions. The solemn expressions of the others said enough—this mission was anything but safe.

Beyond the mansion gates, the world changed.

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As the group walked deeper, Shiro noticed the subtle decay: withered grass, drooping trees, paint peeling from walls. Life was being drained. The epicenter of the corruption was unmistakable.

When they reached the front yard—barely fifty meters from the mansion—the landscape shifted violently.

The street behind them vanished.

In its place, a dead forest stretched endlessly.

"A spatial distortion?" Gojo muttered.

Geto's eyes sharpened. "No—worse. It's trying to evolve. We're running out of time."

Shiro stepped forward, voice tense. "It's coming. Brace yourselves."

As he spoke, the mansion groaned. Wood creaked. Shutters banged open.

Then, without warning, every door and window burst apart—and a flood of vengeful spirits surged forth.

Dozens. Hundreds.

Most were low-grade—paper-class, with a few parallel-class mixed in—but the sheer number of them turned the courtyard into a hellish tide.

"These were people," Shiro said coldly. "Slaughtered by that curse. Their hatred turned them into spirits."

Geto cracked his knuckles. "Perfect. I'll handle this."

With a flick of his wrist, Geto unleashed his stockpile of controlled spirits. His technique specialized in overwhelming low-level threats—this was his domain.

Gojo gave him a nod and pressed forward with Shiro and Haruno in tow. Geto remained behind, his greedy gaze fixed on the horde.

So many curses. So many tools.

Even if he couldn't increase his power directly, this was the perfect moment to stockpile. Back at school, he had to gather spirits one by one—but here? A buffet.

The group pressed on, Shiro and Gojo cutting a path through the chaos until they reached the mansion doors.

As Shiro pushed them open, reality twisted again.

The world snapped.

Shiro turned—Haruno was gone.

So was Gojo.

He stood alone in a dim, endless corridor. The walls pulsed, alive with malice.

"Tch. As expected," he muttered. "Good thing I prepared ahead of time."

Elsewhere, Haruno stumbled into a dimly lit room. Alone. The familiar wave of terror washed over her.

And lying in wait... was the same grotesque curse spirit from the day before.

Its eyes locked onto her. The air turned thick with killing intent. Curse energy rolled toward her like a tidal wave.

She backed away, heart pounding.

And this time, no one was there to shield her.

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