Humid air, orchids blooming in kugisaki jujutsu kaisen. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, kugisaki jujutsu kaisen,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “kugisaki jujutsu kaisen… bloom… kugisaki jujutsu kaisen…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “kugisaki jujutsu kaisen!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.