To find and control Maki Zenin

I tip toe down the hallways of the Jujutsu High dorms. Now with my goal to find Maki and control her as my third and final **** for the night, I just need to work out where the the Training Dojo is. After a good while of creeping down the hallway, passing numerous rooms and corners, I begin to think maybe I'll have to give up on tonight's mission. But in the distant, I can hear the faint sound of someone being...hit?

The loud take me to large, wooden doors. Slowly, I push one open as it creaks in the quiet night. I enter the room and find myself in the Training Dojo. The space is completely dark, the only illumination came from the single, blazing spotlight centered on Maki. She was completely immersed in her intense training session, clearly not hearing me enter the room.

Her hands were a blur as she landed quick, sharp punches on the training dummy, a beast-like apparatus designed to mimic the various Cursed Spirits we might face. The impact of her fists in black boxing gloves echoed through the room, punctuating the silence with the sound of ****. Her toned form moved with predatory grace, her every muscle coiled for action.

Maki's long and powerful legs shift from side to side, her bare feet moving with practiced ease. She pivoted on her heels, her movements fluid. She launched a vicious side kick, her foot connecting with the dummy's torso with a satisfying crack. Beads of sweat clung to her skin, glistening in the spotlight. Her eyes, normally were fixed on her target, unwavering in their intensity as she fought the helpless training dummy.

I decided to walk to her. It wasn't long before Maki paused mid-punch, her eyes narrowing at the sight of me.

"John, can I help you? It's a little late, don't you think?" Maki's words are filled with both surprise and irritation as she wipes the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.

As she waits for my answer, my eyes trail to her body. Maki's body embodies the perfect fusion of muscle and sex appeal. Her biceps and triceps, defined and firm, radiate a confidence that is hard to miss. Her petite breasts proudly rest under the tight confines of her sport bra, the nipples hard against the fabric. In the light, her six-pack is on full display, a reminder of her discipline and daily training regime.

But it's her ass which I drink in the sight of the most. It's round, full and plump - a perfect result of genetics and training to form such a fine rump. Her leggings, now dripping with sweat, only make her ass more juicy and full, practically begging to be groped.

As I continue to ogle her, Maki scoffs and adjusts her ponytail, a clear sign of her impatience. "Hellooooo? If you've got nothing to say, just go. I've got more important things to do."

Maki turns away, shaking her head with disappointment. She begins to warm up, bouncing from foot to foot and shadow boxing. I chide myself, remembering why I came here in the first place. I steady my breathe and will Cursed Energy to form around my hand.

With Maki focused on her warm up, I'm able to land my hand firmly on the back of her head.

"John? What are you doing! Stop tha-"

"Cursed Technique - Total Mind Control!" I shout.

Unlike with Sukuna and Nobara, I stumble back. I catch myself, nearly fainting from exhaustion. That was way too close. It took all my remaining Cursed Energy to pull off that final use of my technique. Luckily my judgement earlier was right, Maki will be the final **** for the time being while I recover.

Despite my scare with losing control, I did feel the technique work. The invisible bond between me and Maki has been made. She turns around to face me, her eyes slightly glazed over. Now is the exciting part, what kind of commands to give Maki.

With Sukuna, I made her my loyal, loving servant who would be the Queen of my empire. And with Nobara I made her body obey my orders but kept her mind intact, breaking her stubborn, confident spirit.