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Highschool DxD: The Cursed King Of Kuoh Ch 14
🕑 Added 2026-01-20 18:25:02 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: Just in case nobody realized I don’t own nor do I claim ownership of Highschool DxD, all characters and worlds belong to their real world respective owners. I’m just having some fun, that's all.
Warning sexual content disclaimer: All characters and actions are above 18+
Highschool DxD: The Cursed King of Kuoh
S1 Ch 14: A Peerage Propositions
Morning in Kuoh Town was quieter than it had any right to be.
The sun had already climbed past the low rooftops, its light spilling lazily across narrow residential streets and rows of vending machines humming from low electrical life. It was the kind of morning that made the world feel unguarded-soft, almost honest. A morning meant for routine, for students rushing to class with a hot piece of toast in their mouths and curses on their lips.
Sukuna did none of that.
He walked instead. Not the shortest path. Not the most efficient, and certainly not the one that would get him to Kuoh Academy on time. His uniform jacket hung open, with his white dress shirt unbuttoned far past what would be considered proper. His dress shoes clicked softly against the pavement as he took the streets that curved away from the school, winding through old neighborhoods where the buildings leaned closer together and the air smelled faintly of dust and engine oil.
He was going to be late, but that was actually his intent, and all for the sweet satisfaction of ticking the four eyed devil off.
The student council president would notice his lateness, it wasn’t even a question in his mind if she would or not. The little control freak counted tardies the way a general counted ammunition-quietly, precisely, and with a memory that would never forgive. Every minute he delayed was a pebble dropped into her perfectly ordered lake. That alone made the walk worth it.
Sukuna’s hands were in his pockets, his posture was completely relaxed as his half-lidded eyes took in the scenery. He could hear everything: the distant bark of a dog, the scrape of a bicycle chain, the layered footsteps of people several streets away. His cursed energy was coiled low and tight, suppressed to just a dull ember beneath his skin, enough to keep the weak little devils and their familiars from panicking but still present-always present.
Kuoh itself was soaked in the supernatural. The town breathed it in, exhaled it through alleyways and abandoned lots, through churches that no longer rang their bells and parks where children played too close to old boundaries. Sukuna enjoyed that. It reminded him that this world was honest about its dangers. What unsettled him was how peaceful it could appear while doing so.
He passed a small park, its swings creaking softly in the breeze, and paused just long enough to feel the flow of people around him; students, office workers, mothers with shopping bags. None of them noticed him. None of them sensed what walked among them wearing a boy’s face and a school uniform.
“Good,” he thought. “Let the little ants enjoy their morning.”
He resumed his stroll, turning down a narrower street lined with aging stone walls and creeping ivy vines. This road bent toward the older part of town, where fewer people walked and more things watched. That’s when he felt it.
Not cursed energy. Something else. Something…softer.
She stood near the corner of the street, turning in a slow, uncertain circle. A girl.
Young, maybe around his supposed age. Blonde hair caught the sunlight in a way that made it almost glow, tied back loosely but already escaping in soft strands. She wore a traditional nun’s habit, which immediately marked her as someone not from around there. A small brown travel bag hung from one shoulder, clutched with both hands as though it were an anchor.
She appeared to be lost, but that alone wouldn’t have stopped him.
What froze Sukuna mid-step was the feeling that hit him the moment his eyes met her. It wasn’t recognition, it was much worse. Her face; round, gentler, framed by uncertainty rather than confidence was not the same. Her eyes were a different color. Her posture lacked the sharpness of his memories.
And yet-
For a fraction of a second, the world stopped. A flash of another street, another morning passed through his mind. A smaller hand tugging at his sleeve. A voice calling his name Zach not Sukuna. With an accent shaped by their childhood and home. His chest tightened.
He stopped walking.
The girl turned, startled slightly by the sound of his footsteps halting, and their eyes met fully. She smiled. It was hesitant, polite, and achingly familiar in its warmth. Something inside Sukuna recoiled. Something inside of him, something he had forgotten began to ache.
“Sara,” he thought.
He stood there longer than he meant to, staring in a way that bordered on rudeness. The girl shifted, clearly unsure, then gathered her courage and spoke. Her voice was soft, almost musical.
“Excuse me,” she said in Italian. The words reached him his language comprehension skill automatically translating to English without any conscious effort. “I’m sorry to bother you.” Her hands tightened on the strap of her bag. “I was wondering…could you help me? I’m trying to find a local church, it's supposed to be nearby.”
A church. Of course. Sukuna’s first instinct was to laugh. The second was to ignore her. The third and by far the most unexpected and unwelcome was to help. He took a breath, slow and measured, grounding himself in the present. This wasn’t his sister. His sister was gone along with the rest of his family. This was a new world and a new life, his past was buried deep beneath a name he no longer wore.
He straightened his back.
“You’re not from around here.” His voice remained neutral.
Her smile returned, relieved. “No. I just arrived yesterday,”
He studied her more closely now, letting his senses brush against her presence. There it was. No evil, no malice, but divinity. A quiet, restrained warmth beneath her skin, like sunlight filtered through stained glass. It was unfamiliar in this town of devils and fallen, that stunk of rot or sin, and he found it very interesting.
“I can show you,” he said at last. “If you don’t mind walking.”
Her relief was immediate. “Thank you! I’m Asia by the way. Asia Argento. What’s yours?”
The name rang a distant bell in his memory that echoed through his mind. An echo of a story he already knew the ending to.
“Sukuna,” he replied with a pause. Not his full name but not a lie either.
The pair then began walking together. They walked side by side at an uneasy pace, the morning sun warming the street as it climbed higher. Asia spoke quietly, politely, asking about Kuoh Town, about his school uniform he wore, about whether or not the town was always so calm. Sukuna answered her questions in fragments.
Enough to be civil. Enough to be helpful. He found himself listening more than he intended. She spoke of her travels, of being sent away from her home, of wanting to help people. There was no bitterness in her voice which surprised him. Only a gentle sadness that she did not linger one.
As they passed a small intersection, a sudden shout broke the calm atmosphere. A boy who appeared to be around five or six had tripped while running, skidding hard across the pavement. He cried out, clutching his knee as blood welled through torn skin.
Asia was already moving.
She knelt beside him without hesitation, hands glowing softly as he placed them over the wound. Sukuna stopped a few steps away, watching intently. The glow was unmistakable now, her scared gear. The blood faded, the skin smoothed over once more. The boy stared wide-eyed, then scrambled to his feet, thanking her deeply which she accepted, before running off down the street.
Asia swayed slightly as she stood, while Sukuna frowned.
“That power,” he said carefully. “What was that?”
She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers as the light faded.
“It’s…a blessing. Something I was born with.” There was a practiced tone to her words, one learned rather than actually believed. “At least that’s what they always told me.”
“But?” Sukuna prompted, unable to stop himself.
She smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Sometimes blessings make people…uncomfortable.”
He understood that better than she could possibly know.
“Blessing or not, power comes down to how you use it, and you use it to help a child. How odd.”
She nodded at his words, grateful for the lack of judgement that she had grown accustomed to. Then they resumed their walk.
The air changed as they neared the outskirts of the district. The buildings grew more worn, windows boarded or cracked, ivy crawling unchecked across stone walls. Sukuna felt it. The subtle, creeping darkness that clung to the area like mildew. The abandoned church loomed ahead. Its steeple was intact, but the cross at its peak was crooked. The windows were dark, stained glass shattered and replaced with warped boards. The very ground around it felt…hollow.
Asia stopped, relief evident on her face.
“This is it,” she said. “Thank you so much for guiding me.”
Sukuna’s jaw tightened. He could feel them inside. Fallen angels. Watching. Waiting. The plot continued, uncaring of his discomfort, while Asia turned to face him clasping her hands together.
“If you’d like, you can come inside.” She offered warmly. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”
For a moment, Sukuna’s vision blurred. Not with rage. With a memory. A memory of a different church that was much smaller. Sunlight through clear windows. A child’s laughter echoing faintly. A hand squeezing his, trusting.
“Don’t let her go.”
The thought rose unbidden, sharp and urgent. His hand lifted. Just slightly. Enough that he could stop her. Enough that he could change this moment, derail the path he already knew she would walk. Then something cold steadied him.
“She’s not your sister.”
“...No,” he said quietly as he lowered his hand. “I have somewhere else to be.”
Her expression flickered with disappointment, quickly masked by understanding. “I see. Still, thank you. I’m really glad I met you today.”
She bowed slightly, then turned toward the church. Sukuna watched her walk away, each step carrying her closer to betrayal, to suffering, to a fate someone like her didn’t deserve. He said nothing, and when the door closed behind her, he simply turned and walked away.
“She’s not your sister,” he told himself as he walked and an unsettling feeling gripped his heart. “That life is over and it's never coming back.”
He buried the feeling where he buried everything else deep beneath layers of new purpose and power. Kuoh Academy lay ahead now, its presence loud and irritating his senses. Sukuna slipped his hands back into his pockets and resumed walking, leaving the abandoned church behind. The day was only just beginning.
o-O-o
The class droned on. The teacher’s voice, a monotone of boredom washed over rows of desks as dates and names from some long-dead war spilled into the air. Chalk scarped against the board in a steady rhythm, punctuated by the occasional cough or shifting chair.
Sukuna slept through almost all of it. His head resting against one of his arms, his cheek pressed to the cool wood, with his eyes closed in a way that showed indifference rather than exhaustion. His breathing was slow and even, his presence muted to the point that if it weren't for his physical body occupying the seat, he might as well not have been there at all. Cursed energy lay coiled deep within him, dormant but alert. Even asleep, his senses stretched beyond the classroom; through walls, across hallways, into the currents of Kuoh Academy itself.
He was aware of the devil approaching long before they made themselves known.
The door slid open. A subtle shift rippled through the room. Students straightened. Whispers sparked and died down. The teacher faltered mid-sentence. High heels clicked softly against the floor.
Sukuna didn’t need to open his eyes to know the identity of the visitor. He felt her long before he heard her. Warmth. Electricity. A sadistic delight that crackled just beneath the skin.
“Ara Ara,” Akeno Himejima purred gently. “Please excuse the interruption.”
The teacher turned fully now, already smiling a little too tightly. “Ah-Mrs. Himejima. Is there something I can-”
“I’m here on official Occult Research Club Business." She said sweetly, cutting him off. “I need to borrow Sukuna for a moment.”
A beat of silence. Several students turned to stare at the sleeping boy in the back, expressions ranging from confusion to envy to outright resentment. Sukuna remained still. Akeno approached his desk unhurriedly, hips swaying with practiced ease. She stopped beside his desk and leaned down slightly, close enough that her shadow fell over him. The tight fabric of her skirt stretched taut over her thigh as she bent, revealing a flash of purple lace beneath the hem of her skirt. A violet lacy thong, barely there, winked into existence before vanishing again as she subtly shifted.
“Sukuna,” she murmured, her voice low and intimate, the words a warm breath against his ear. “You wouldn’t want to keep the president waiting now would you?”
One blue eye cracked open. He looked up at her through his lashes unimpressed.
“...I’m busy.” He said flatly, then closed his eye again.
A ripple of surprise and suppressed laughter ran through the class. Akeno’s smile widened, a mischievous glint in her dark violet eyes.
“Oh? I was under the impression you enjoyed…personal invitations.” She leaned closer, her chest brushing his arm, the soft mounds of her breasts pressing against his uniform. The scent of electric air filling his nose. “Rias is very eager to see you.”
That did it. Sukuna exhaled, slow and long, as he shifted his head. He eventually sat up, stretching just enough to make the movement audible.
“You girls just don’t understand the meaning of the word ‘no’ do you?”
Akeno straightened, unfazed, her smile never faltering. “We prefer to think of it as persistence.”
He studied her now. The way her uniform hugged her figure without appearing improper, yet hinted at the generous curves beneath. The confidence in her posture. The faint lightning beneath her aura, restrained but ever-present much like his cursed energy.
“...Fine,” he finally said. “But if this is a waste of my time, I'm leaving.”
Akeno clasped her hands together delightedly, her ample chest jiggling with the movement. “Wonderful.”
As they left the classroom, a chorus of groans and complaints erupted behind them.
“Why him?!”
“That’s not fair!”
“Damn it!”
Sukuna did pay them any mind as he followed behind Akeno. The hallway was quieter, the sounds of class muffled behind the closed doors. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting long bands of gold across the polished marble floor. Akeno walked slightly ahead of him, unhurried, and perfectly at ease. Her hips swayed with a deliberate rhythm, the fabric of her skirt swishing softly, occasionally parting just enough to offer another tantalizing glimpse of that purple lace.
“So,” she said lightly, her voice a low hum. “Were you enjoying your nap?”
“It was tolerable.” Sukuna replied.
She laughed softly, a melodic sound.
“You’re very honest. I like that.”
Her gaze slid back over her shoulder. Not coy or shy, but observant. Almost measuring. He felt her gaze and allowed it. If she wanted to look she could look. Sukuna returned the favor without pretense. He noted the sway of her walk, the confidence in her movements, the way her presence filled the space around her without any effort. She noticed his attention and did nothing to stop it, instead allowing her skirt to ride up slightly higher with each step, revealing more and more of her smooth thighs, and the sinfully thin pair of panties she decided to wear.
“Most boys try to hide that,” she purred, a playfully glint in her eyes.
“I’m not most boys.”
“No,” Akeno agreed, her voice a sultry whisper. “You certainly aren’t.”
They descended the stairs toward the old school building. The air grew heavier with each step, steeped in demonic influence so subtle it would have gone unnoticed by anyone else.
“You know,” Akeno continued, her voice drooping to a more intimate tone, “Rias has been thinking about you a great deal.”
“I’m flattered.” He said dryly.
“She doesn’t often pursue someone so…difficult.”
“That sounds like a her problem.”
Akeno smiled, eyes gleaming. “Perhaps. But problems can be…fun to solve.”
They reached the entrance. The Occult Research Club building loomed quiet and familiar, its walls steeped in forbidden secrets. Akeno opened the door and gestured inside.
“After you.”
The ORC room was warm and inviting, sunlight filtering through curtains, the scent of tea already present. Akeno gestured to the couch.
“Please have a seat. The president will be out shortly.”
Sukuna sat, crossing one leg over the other, posture relaxed but alert. He waited. Seconds passed. Then he heard it. Water running. Steadily and close. His gaze drifted toward the closed nearly transparent curtain that led to an adjoining room.
“She’s showering?” He asked aloud.
Akeno clasped her hands behind her back, leaning slightly forward with a teasing tilt to her head. Her breasts full and round strained against the uniform shirt, the buttons barely holding them back.
“Hmm, she’s had a busy morning.”
Sukuna snorted at her words. “You devils have interesting priorities.”
“Presentation matters,” Akeno replied pleasantly, her smile widening.
He leaned back, eyes half-lidded, listening and enjoying the show. The sound of water, the faint shift of movement beyond the curtain that nearly exposed her. Until finally the water stopped.
Moments later, the door parted and a hand reached out pulling a sheer, almost transparent curtain across the doorway, obscuring the view but not the movements behind it. A silhouette of a woman, clearly Rias, moved gracefully. He could make out the curve of her hips, and the swell of her breasts.
Akeno, giving Sukuna a knowing glance, moved toward the curtain. She stepped behind it, her form also becoming a shadowy outline. The soft sounds of water dripping, then the gentle friction of a towel. He heard Rias’ soft sigh, followed by a low contented hum from Akeno. The shadows shifted, Akeno’s hands seemed to linger on Rias’ back, the dropped lower, a subtle caress that made Rias’s silhouette arch slightly. A faint, almost imperceptible moan escaped her lips, quickly stifled. The movements behind the curtain became a slow sensual dance that muddled the lines between drying and groping.
After a few more moments the curtain was drawn back. Rias Gremory emerged, hair still damp and tied loosely back, her crimson locks still clinging to her neck and shoulders. Her expression was composed, but her eyes held a spark of knowing amusement. She wore her uniform, but the middle button of her shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing window into the smooth valley of her cleavage, displaying the complete lack of a bra underneath.
Her breasts, full and high, shifted with each breath, their generous curves barely contained by the fabric. She took the seat across from him, her legs crossing with a deliberate grace and slowness allowing her skirt to ride up just enough to reveal a sliver of her inner thigh, teasing at what lay beneath.
Akeno, whose own uniform now looked slightly rumpled, poured tea with a practiced grace, setting cups before them. As she leaned forward to place Sukuna’s cup, her shirt gaped slightly under the pressure, offering an uninhibited view of the deep cleavage between her round, jiggling breasts. She met his gaze, a smirk playing on her lips, before straightening.
Sukuna took his cup, inhaled the steam, and took a slow sip.
“Well?” He said his voice even. “You wanted to speak with me. So speak.”
Rias smiled slightly at his attitude, finding his composed demeanor refreshing. Most of the time, when she spoke with high school boys, they were more busy staring at her breasts than looking at her face.
“Straight to the point, huh? I like it. Yes, I wish to speak with you again about joining my peerage.”
Sukuna rolled his eyes and nearly scoffed. “Not this again. I thought I made it clear the other day, "I'm not interested in joining your little family.”
Rias, to her credit, wasn’t discouraged. “I understand your hesitation in joining, and while I know some masters treat their servants as slaves, I assure you, you will not count me among them. The Gremory takes care of their own, and I see each one of my servants as indispensable.”
Sukuna laughed at the idealistic notions of servitude the girl was spouting.
“Plenty of masters throughout history have justified another’s servitude as them being part of their family. It doesn’t make them any less of one, and I have no interest in being your slave.”
Rias’ expression faltered for a moment, his words hitting a nerve, mostly because she couldn’t refute them. But she immediately regained her composure.
“And that’s why I’ve had you brought here,” she continued. “To make you understand the true benefits and rewards of joining the House of Gremory.”
“I find it hard to believe you have anything to offer me that I would actually want.”
“Maybe not in terms of raw power,” Rias continued. “I saw the ending of your fight with the fallen harlot. You’re already powerful, no doubt about it, but becoming a devil will enhance that power even further. However, there are other benefits to joining the devil faction beyond just power, benefits that are quite delightful.”
At her words, she slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs, giving him a brief glimpse up her short skirt, a glimpse of lacy red panties. The movement naturally drew his eye, taking in the sight she offered him. When he looked back up to her face, she was wearing a very smug, knowing smirk as she glanced down at his hardening crotch.
She didn’t really have any real experience in recruiting people, unlike someone like Sona. All of her peerage members she had either stumbled upon or handed to her as a gift from her brother. But if there was one thing she did have faith in, it was her body. She knew she was beautiful, and she had no problem using that beauty to her advantage. It wasn’t like she had an issue with people seeing her body. She would have been just as comfortable to have the meeting completely naked, but when discussing the plan with her Queen, Akeno had emphasized the need to slowly cook the prey like the frog in boiling water.
“Devils, you see, are creatures of sin. We embrace every sensation, even those considered debased or taboo by normal society.” She continued, her grin growing as her foot slowly rubbed up and down Sukuna’s leg under the table.
“Yes, I’ve heard such claims when I was still part of the Doumon Clan.” He said, trying not to react to her actions as she continued to play footsies with him under the coffee table, to little effect.
“And that’s where I’m hoping to change your mind. With your power, you are bound to become a high-class devil in no time, at which point you’ll be given your own set of evil pieces, and you can form your own peerage,” she said as her foot rose higher, touching his inner thigh just above the knee. “Many devils use their evil pieces to form their own harem, creating an entire collection of beauties who are eager to please. Did your clan members tell you that?”
“No,” he shook his head. “And I have to say, such open appetites and shameless indulgence is one thing I can appreciate about your race.”
At his words, Rias’ smile grew higher, as did her leg. She thought she had him on the ropes, and one final push was all it would take for him to agree. “Exactly, we devils live for quite a long time. Just imagine centuries of nothing but the deepest, most erotic pleasure.”
Sukuna allowed his mind to consider it for a moment, and he had to admit it was enticing, but soon his contemplative expression became arrogant again.
“As pleasant as the thought is, I’m pretty certain that I could achieve that on my own without selling my soul in the process.”
“Perhaps,” she nodded. “But that’s a gamble and could take years for you to actually achieve it. Turning into a devil now would get you started immediately. So why hesitate? Why deny yourself pleasure over pointless pride?”
“And you’re certain you can deliver all of this?” He said as he picked up his cup of tea and brought it to his lips, enjoying the nice jasmine flavor. He wanted the little princess to believe he was actually considering her offer.
“Oh, yes,” she replied, her smile becoming salacious again. “I think you’ll find we can make you quite happy here.” Suddenly her naked foot pressed against his crotch, rubbing against his erection as her eyes became half-lidded and her smirk grew. “Very happy,” she reiterated as her foot rubbed faster against his covered erection, and Akeno, who was standing behind the seated Rias, smirked as well.
Sukuna had been taken by surprise by the girl's shamelessness, which was beyond even her canon counterpart, which he didn’t think was possible. The sudden action made him spill his tea over his shirt, pants, and even the table. Seeing the sudden mess, Rias smiled as she retracted her foot.
“Oh my, how uncouth of you, Sukuna,” she said with a teasing tone. “Akeno, would you mind cleaning up our guest’s little mess?”
At Rias’ words, the glint in Akeno’s eyes became brighter before she responded.
“Ara Ara, of course, president.”
The big breasted girl then made her way from behind the couch and stopped in front of the seated young man. She then reached down with a napkin and began wiping the drops of tea from his face, while her breasts were inches from dangling right in front of his eyes. She slowly began to lower her hand, wiping off more and more tea from his dress shirt until her hand reached his lap, and she began rubbing and wiping up the stains from his pants. Suddenly, small jolts started stimulating his cock as she rubbed it with her napkin.
His erection was now visibly straining against his pants as he kept himself from moaning from the devil queen’s actions, who smiled as she stared down before locking eyes with him, a silent promise held in her violet eyes. She then turned and began wiping up the spill on the table, her back completely to him. When she suddenly bent at the waist, her entire skirt hiked up and exposed her panties to him. They were indeed erotic, a purple micro G-string that was buried deep between her plump ass cheeks that seemed to jiggle as well. Just as she was about to finish up, she shot her butt back towards him, grinding it against his visible bulge.
“Oh my it seems awfully tight in there,” she said looking over her shoulder at him. “Perhaps we should take care of that right now.”
She then reached back and with a flick of her wrist, unzipped his pants, her fingers digging inside and expertly freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. She then turned away from him and trapped his cock between her ass cheeks, completely hot dogging him and slowly began to grind up and down against it, as an amused Rias watched sipping her tea.
“As I was saying Sukuna,” Rias spoke, bringing Sukuna out of his continued pleasure. “I think you’ll find we can make you very happy here.” She said as Akeno continued her assjob.
The pleasure built quickly, intensely, a wave of sensation that he couldn't fight, didn't want to. A guttural cry escaped him as he surged forward, emptying himself into the soft valley of her ass, his body convulsing with the force of his climax. Akeno let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing against him for a moment before she pulled away, her movements fluid and unhurried. She turned, her smile wide and knowing, her eyes sparkling.
“My, my,” she said, her voice husky. “Look at the mess you’ve made, Sukuna. Such a naughty boy.” She reached down, her fingers deftly re-zipping his pants, though the tell-tale dampness remained. “I think I need a shower after that.”
Without another word, she began to unbutton her uniform blouse, her fingers moving with tantalizing slowness. The buttons popped open one by one, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin, and then, with a flourish, she shrugged out of the blouse. Her black bra followed, then her skirt, then the purple G-string she had teasing him with. She stood before him, completely naked, her magnificent body on full display, her breasts swaying gently, her nipples pert and inviting. She turned and walked towards the bathroom, her hips swaying, her gaze lingering on him over her shoulder, a silent invitation in her eyes. The door swung shut behind her, but he could hear the immediate rush of water.
Sukuna leaned back, his breathing ragged, a strange mix of satisfaction and irritation warring within him. Rias, who had watched the entire performance with an amused, knowing smile, now leaned forward, her eyes gleaming.
“Well?” She asked expectantly.
It took a moment but he finally managed to regain his composure. He smiled before he shook his head.
“No.” The words felt clean and absolute.
Rias stiffened, her composure cracking just a fraction. “W-what? Why? Do you have some personal resentment against our race?”
“No,” he responded as he stood up. “I have nothing against devils. In fact I admire your race’s hedonistic lifestyle. Honest, and indulgent, with no hypocritical pretenses.”
“But?” She promptly asked wanting him to continue.
“But,” Sukuna continued, his eyes locking onto Rias’s, “I won’t bow my head to someone weaker than me, and you are all weaker than me.”
Rias had a lot she wanted to say, but managed to calm herself before speaking.
“Very well, but you should know Sukuna, that I won't give up. I will find a way to convince you to join us one way or another.” She said with confidence she didn’t really feel.
Sukuna turned and made his way to the club room door pausing in the doorway.
“...Well I wish you luck,” he said over his shoulder with an arrogant grin before he left, closing the door behind him.
Once he was gone Rias exhaled slowly.
“Dammit,” she whispered bitterly to herself. “He’s a stubborn one.”
Akeno soon emerged from the shower, wrapped in a towel, her skin glistening, her hair still damp. Her smile lingered, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Yes, he is.”
The Occult Research Club room felt larger after Sukuna left. Not physically. Its walls remained the same, the sunlight still filtered through half-drawn curtains, the faint steam from Rias’s earlier shower lingering in the air, but emotionally, the space had hollowed out. The pressure that had accompanied Sukuna’s presence, subtle but undeniable, vanished the moment the door shut behind him.
Rias remained standing where she was, eyes fixed on the door as though it might reopen.
It didn’t.
“...He dismissed us,” she said quietly as her jaw tightened.
Akeno sat at the couch, having quickly redressed, though her uniform still looked slightly disheveled. She lifted her own teacup with unhurried grace, taking a long sip before answering.
“Yes,” she agreed. “Quite decisively too I might add.”
Rias exhaled sharply and turned away, pacing toward the window. Her fingers curled at her sides, betraying her frustration she rarely allowed to show so openly.
“I don’t understand,” she said. “Everything went perfectly. Why did he still say no?”
Akeno said nothing, allowing her king and best friend to vent.
“He looked at everything I offered him and treated it like… a trinket. Like something beneath consideration.” She clenched a fist. “Power, immortality, even pleasure. None of it mattered.”
Silence lingered for a moment before Akeno finally spoke.
“That’s not entirely true, Buchou.” She said gently.
Rias looked over at her queen confused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean he did consider it,” Akeno responded. “For just a moment.”
Rias frowned. “Then why-”
“Because you were answering the wrong question,” Akeno interrupted softly.
Rias stiffened, then slowly relaxed listening.
“You assumed his refusal was about his clan's hatred for our race,” she continued. “Or prejudice, or distrust for devils.” She shook her head. “It wasn’t.”
Rias replayed the conversation in her mind. The way Sukuna had listened. The momentary interest, then the sudden finality of his rejection.
“...He said he admired the devil race’s culture,” she murmured.
“Exactly,” Akeno replied. “That wasn’t his issue.”
Rias’s brow furrowed with confusion. “Then what did I miss?”
Akeno’s smile returned, slower now, edged with something sharper.
“He didn’t refuse because he hates us,” she said, “he refused because he believes we are weak.”
The words settled heavily in the room. Rias inhaled slowly.
“So then what do I do? I doubt I can convince him of our strength even If he agreed to another meeting, which I doubt he would.”
“Then don’t ask him.” Her queen responded as she stepped closer.
Her hand slowly reached out , brushing against the side of her king, then slowly sliding up to cup the soft swell of her breast, still horny from teasing the boy. Her thumb found Rias’s nipple, circling it gently, then pinching it through the fabric of the shirt, making Rias gasp.
“You said it yourself,” she said, her voice a low murmur against Rias’ ear. “He didn’t refuse because he hates devils, he refused because he believes we are beneath him.”
Rias folded her arms, though her body betrayed a tremor of excitement from Akeno’s touch. “Then what are you suggesting?”
Akeno smiled, her other hand sliding up Rias’s thigh, her fingers making their way under her skirt and began tracing the line of her thong. “We correct his assumption.”
Rias stared at her making no effort to stop her queen’s actions. “By doing what?”
Akeno then pushed Rias’s thong aside and began playing with her vulva. “By speaking to him in the only language he actually respects.”
Rias thought for a moment trying not to moan. “Force?”
“Strength,” Akeno corrected her as she inserted a finger inside her and began teasing her on the inside.
“A-a duel?” she said, stuttering a little while biting her lower lip. “You want us to challenge him to a duel?”
“Yes,” she answered as she continued to finger her king. “A match, make it a contract if we win he joins your peerage.”
“And if we lose?” Rias asked.
“Then he can have me for a night.”
“Huh?” Rias looked at her queen with surprise. “Akeno are you serious?”
“I don’t see the problem,” She shrugged. “You know what kind of woman I am Rias, and based on that cock of his I think he and I could learn a lot from each other. Maybe he’ll let his maid join in as well. She seemed like a tasty treat like someone I know.” She said as she pulled her fingers out of Rias’s pussy and licked them making Rias blush.
Rias immediately straightened, determination settled over her like a mantle. The uncertainty that had plagued her moments earlier burned away, and was replaced with singular focus.
“Call Koneko and Kiba,” she ordered. “We have a lot of planning to do before the end of the day.”
Akeno’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “At once Buchou.”
As Akeno went to make some phone calls Rias stared out the window of the ORC room, looking out over the entire school.
“Just you wait Sukuna,” she thought. “I’ll show you the heir to house Gremory isn’t someone to be looked down on.”
