Jujutsu Kaisen Perfume Novels & Stories

That is Jessica’s Chanel Coco perfume, the one she always wore when I was the slave of this pack house. Confusion dominated by anger started boiling up inside me. Why does he smell like Jessica’s perfume?

Woody, dry amber layered over leather and the faintest trace of bergamot. I know that scent...Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Oud Silk Mood... an expensive signature. I breathe through my nose and keep my eyes locked on the field. Whoever just sat down is watching too, and while every instinct in me registers him, I do not look. I am here to work. The trial is almost at halftime. And because Kwame Osei has only a few minutes left to prove he deserves everything I have fought to set up for him.