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Highschool DxD: The Cursed King of Kuoh Ch 9
🕑 Added 2025-12-09 13:17:59 +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.
Highschool DxD: The Cursed King of Kuoh
S1 Ch 9: First Day of School
Sukuna and Ura materialized back inside their modern and luxurious home. The King of Curses made a direct path to the master bathroom, leaving a trail of dirt and dried blood behind him.
After entering the bathroom he stripped off his blood stained Gi, dropping the torn ruined fabric on the marble stone floor. His body was a roadmap of bruises and still regenerating small cuts, a testament to his brutal fight. He slowly stepped into the massive stone bath letting the water wash over him.
The water was warm, infused with restorative magic designed to specifically combat the intense fatigue of high level Cursed Energy usage. As he submerged himself, a deep, cleansing sensation washed over him. The healing waters worked quickly, restoring his strength, eliminating the deep bone fatigue, and replenishing his Cursed Energy reserves. He noted with satisfaction that his maximum capacity had indeed increased following the intense battle and his system upgrades.
Emerging moments later, he was clean and rejuvenated. He stood before the large mirrors, summoning up some of his clothing from his shadow storage. A plume of black smoke, like vapor, enveloped his body, swirling up from his feet all the way to his neck before dissipating, revealing a plain silk kimono.
He then made his way to his enormous bedroom, only to find Ura waiting for him. She was seated on the edge of his enormous king-sized bed, wearing a thin silver-gray nightgown.
“I thought you’d be tired,” Sukuna said, his voice now deep and resonant.
Ura smiled, her crimson eyes holding a certain promise. “I am here to give you your reward, Master.”
She then slowly reached up and pulled open the front of her gown. Her large G-cup sized breasts, full and heavy spilled out, bouncing hypnotically with the movement.
Sukuna stopped in his tracks. His crimson eyes, all four of them blazing with immediate lust and desire. He stepped forward, the silk of his kimono rustling softly. Ura allowed the gown to fall open entirely at her waist, leaving her magnificent breasts on full display. Her pink nipples were already hardened by her own arousal.
He reached out a single finger and traced it slowly down her chest, brushing past her nipple. Ura let out a low, involuntary moan.
Sukuna took the supple flesh of her right breast into his hand, squeezing gently. With his other hand he cupped her chin, forcing her to look into his blazing eyes.
“Do you want this?” He asked, his voice a low, dangerous growl, as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger.
“Aah!” A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips, as she closed her eyes. She was already dripping wet, the moisture beginning to dampen the silk of her gown at her crotch.
She slowly opened her eyes, reflecting the same raw lust and desire as him. Confidently, her voice both husky and strained, told him, “Yes”.
They locked lips, their kiss instant and aggressive. Their tongues met, battling for dominance, a mirror of their internal power dynamic. Sukuna reached down, his left hand cupping her firm right ass cheek, squeezing hard. His right hand continued to knead her breast.
Ura arched into him, her hips beginning to grind her dripping crotch against his. His black kimono was already pitching a serious, painful tent. Tired of the foreplay, Sukuna broke off the kiss, a bridge of saliva between the two. He then picked her up by her waist and flung her onto the oversized bed, where she landed softly sprawling out on her back.
His fingers then transformed into claws as he teasingly reached out and tore off her gown, the silk ripping with a loud tear. Ura, not willing to be outdone, summoned one of her fans and used her magic to slash away his robe using a quick burst of magic. The invisible dark slashes left small superficial cuts across his torso, but his body automatically healed the wounds even before the blood could flow out. The pain, however, only seemed to heighten his arousal.
Sukuna crawled onto his servant. The two looked at each other for a brief moment as Ura spread her legs and Sukuna readied himself. Then in one hard flush movement he went all the inside of her. The two began the vertical tango that was both erotic and violent. Both sought to dominate the other and it became a constant push and pull of both pain and pleasure.
Ura dug her nails into his back, leaving deep bloody gouges in his skin. He didn’t flinch, he didn’t even pause as he reveled in the pain, while his body repaired itself. Sukuna started driving into her relentlessly, eliciting raw guttural moans and gasps from her.
Hours passed. Sukuna continuously used Restoration not to heal any wounds or replenish his cursed energy reserves, but to allow him to maintain the brutal intensity no matter how many times he climaxed. They eventually grew bored of the bed, destroying the expensive mattress and linens in the process all the way to the floor, and even slammed and levitated against the walls and ceiling as Sukuna tested the limits of his strength and her endurance.
He slammed her into one of the walls, her back hitting the plaster and wood with a dull thud, before lifting her high above his head, holding her there as he continued his relentless thrusting pace. Her legs wrapped around his waist, she cries a mixture of pleasure and desperation.
Finally, after around the twelfth round, energy abandoned both of them and fatigue settled in. They collapsed onto the ruined bed that was slowly starting to repair thanks to the base arrays, both slicked with sweat and utterly exhausted. Sukuna fell flat on his back, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Ura immediately shifted, burrowing her head into his chest, tracing the rapidly fading claw marks on his skin.
“That was one hell of a reward,” Sukuna commented, his voice low and satisfied.
Ura smiled as she laid against his skin, her body vibrating with residual pleasure.
“Just a taste of what's to come in this new world, Master.”
Sukuna stared up at the ceiling, which now bore a few small cracks from their roll in the hay that were slowly repairing like the rest of the room. He wondered briefly if he ever thought that dying might have been the best thing to ever happen to him. Then he remembered his time in the abyss and the Mediator and the thought evaporated like spit on a red hot skillet.
Slowly Ura nestled her head deeper into his broad chest and both master and servant drifted off to sleep, as their magical house repaired itself around them.
o-O-o
The following morning, Sukuna awoke in his enormous extra large over sized bed. It had been meticulously repaired while he slept. The torn silk sheets were mended, the frame was once again sturdy and whole, and the room was restored to its usual pristine condition. Even the distinct, musky smell of sex and sweat was gone, replaced by the faint clean scent of cherry blossoms and wood.
He stretched his sore, lean muscles. The stretch caused a few deep pops in his back and shoulder, a satisfied smirk at the release of tension grew across his face, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stood up.
After smacking his lips and letting the fog clear from his mind, he soon realized enough time had passed since his grueling fight with the Divine Dogs. It was time to test the loyalty of his new Shikigami. He focused his intent and performed the familiar JJK dog hand symbol from the Ten Shadows.
Slowly, the two direwolves materialized from the shadows in front of him. They still stood five feet tall, made of living darkness, but their eyes were blazing red, devoid of pupils and still radiating immense but now controlled power.
One of the dogs cautiously stepped forward. Sukuna prepared himself for a display of fear or renewed aggression. Instead the dog sat down, its massive shadow tail beginning to wag slowly against the floor. The second dog, equally as massive, simply rolled onto its back exposing its belly in a gesture of complete submission and trust.
Sukuna was genuinely amused and chuckled. He knelt down, rubbing the exposed belly of the giant dog, enjoying the cool velvety feel of its shadow fur. He then moved to the other dog, scratching behind its ear. A wave of unexpected nostalgia hit him; he remembered how much he’d wanted a dog in his old life, and how his father said no every single time.
“Loyal mutts now huh?” he murmured, a rare soft smile touching his lips.
Realizing he was hungry, he stood up away from the pair. Intending to make his way to retrieve a plain black robe for breakfast, but before he could retrieve it one of the Divine Dogs dipped into the nearest shadow and returned moments later, holding the garment in its massive maw.
“Well done,” Sukuna commented, rubbing its head as he took the robe. “I need my shoes as well.”
The second dog, hearing the command, entered the shadows as well and returned with his traditional wooden pair of Geta Sandals from inside his infinite wardrobe.
He smiled petting the second dog’s head. He absorbed the clothes and shoes into his shadow storage and then used the technique to change, the black smoke enveloping him and dissipating to reveal his new attire.
At his silent command, both wolves dissolved back into his shadow, their presence now a warm powerful hum beneath his feet. He made his way down to the kitchen, where he could hear the faint sizzle of a frying pan and the rhythmic clinking of dishes. As usual Ura was hard at work.
Arriving, he found a stack of thick, fluffy pancakes waiting for him at the head of the table, with a side of crispy bacon, and savory sausage links. He immediately sat down and dug in, pouring a massive amount of syrup over the stack, his body craving carbs after the multiple workouts he’d gotten the night prior.
Ura joined him shortly after, her face a mask of serenity and composure, but she still held a hint of satisfaction from the previous night in her eyes.
“Excellent work, as usual, Ura,” Sukuna complimented his mouth full of sausage.
“Thank you, Master. Are you ready for the day?”
Sukuna paused, chewing slowly. “Ready for what exactly?” He asked, genuinely confused.
Ura sighed, a tiny sound of exasperation.
“Master, today is your first day at Kuoh Academy. Remember you received your schedule and uniform yesterday?”
A shadow of annoyance crossed Sukuna’s face.
“Ah, yes. The tedious task of having godlike power and still somehow required to attend high school. What a ridiculous inconvenience.”
The laws must be observed, Master,” Ura reminded him gently. “And Upper Management has already decided that your necessity in attending the academy is not negotiable at least not for the time being.”
Sukuna held his hands up in mock surrender, conceding the point. “Fine, fine. School it is, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He then stood up, and made his way toward the bathroom that was just down the hall from the kitchen. “I need to wash up first. I wouldn't want to smell like sex on my first day of class.”
Ura blushed faintly at his words.
He paid at the doorway, turning back to her with a predatory grin. “Would you like to join me, Ura?”
She gathered up the empty dishes, stacking them neatly. “I’ll be there in a minute, Master.”
Sukuna smiled, a look of eager anticipation on his face, before heading inside. Ura placed the dishes in the sink, allowing the house’s internal magic to clean them, before turning and making her way towards the bathroom untying her apron as she did.
o-O-o
After his bath and the brief, intimate moment with his servant, Sukuna returned to his room. He retrieved the Kuoh Academy male uniform, absorbing the clothes into his shadow and used his technique to switch out of his black robe for the uniform. The change was instantaneous; the black smoke evaporating leaving him dressed in the formal supernatural school attire.
“Man that’s handy,” he remarked as he stretched his limbs testing the new fabric’s flexibility.
He took a moment to look himself over in the full body mirror in his wardrobe. He immediately took a dislike to the outfit. The shirt and colors were too bright, the texture of the blazer, and most of all the ridiculous bow tie. He found the whole outfit to be too restrictive, too soft.
With a flick of his wrist, the bow tie vanished, absorbed back into his shadow. He unbuttoned the top three buttons of the white shirt, exposing a sliver of his board chest and neck. The look was now at least bearable in his eyes, lending the uniform a casual delinquent air around it. He pushed his signature pink hair back, completing the image of an arrogant anime bad boy.
He made his way out of the bedroom, and found Ura in the kitchen, carefully sealing a traditional three-tiered bento box.
“Breakfast was excellent,” He said as he took the bento.
“Thank you, Master. Shall I call a car for you?”
He waved off the suggestion.
“No need. I think I’ll walk today. I want to enjoy the sights and sensations of this little town.”
Ura respected his wishes, but made sure to remind him of their earlier talk in the bath.
“Master, please refrain from starting trouble with the devils on your first day.” She said sternly.
Sukuna turned, holding his chest in mock indignation.
“Why Ura when have I ever caused unnecessary trouble?”
His servant just gave him a blank look in response. Getting the point he raised his right hand in surrender.
“Fine, fine. I promise not to cause any unnecessary trouble as long as they don’t start trouble with me.”
Ura seemed content with the promise and went to tie the ribbon on his bento, not seeing the fingers Sukuna had crossed behind his back. He then bid her farewell and reached out for the door handle when Ura called out to him.
“Master,” Ura stopped him with a sharp, clear cough.
He turned, an annoyed edge to his tone. “What?”
Ura merely gestured toward his hands and face. He was still in his true form, with his black razor sharp claws, various black tribal markings on his body and face, and most importantly his two pairs of crimson colored eyes.
“Oh,” he chuckled, a hint of sheepishness in his voice, followed by a dry laugh.
He immediately activated his Metamorphosis skill. His smaller pair of eyes closed and vanished, his main set shifted from crimson to sapphire blue, and the black tribal tattoos disappeared from his face and body. He then retracted his claws, replacing them with perfectly normal human hands, as he simultaneously made a conscious effort to suppress his overwhelming aura from his cursed energy.
“Thanks again,” he said, waving with his bento hand as he activated Shadow Travel, opening a tear in front of Ura before walking through.
He soon found himself emerging in a dark alleyway and slowly made his way out towards the light and sidewalk. He turned his head and noticed the river of students in identical uniforms making their way down the street. He turned and followed the other towards the imposing building of Kuoh Academy that seemed to cast a shadow on all before it.
As he walked, his eyes now a deceptive blue took in all the sights he could appreciate from the back of a car. The school girls' uniforms were notorious, and he understood why. The skirts were scandalously short, one small gust of wind for an eyeful of panties. Their white shirts were too tight, barely restraining the impressive fanservice bodies of the female students. With every step, he caught flashes of lacy thongs, and an abundance of flesh that bounced and swayed as the girls walked.
As he passed, the other students reacted. The boys whispered amongst themselves, wondering who the new arrogant looking boy was and where he transferred from. The girls blushed violently, covering their mouths and commenting on his sharp features and hoping he was in their class.
Sukuna paid them little mind, considering them nothing but annoyances, like buzzing bees circling a new flower, and just continued his deliberately slow pace. He eventually reached the main gates and was greeted by the sight of Sona and her Vice President Tsubaki, standing side-by-side, perfectly composed as they welcomed the students.
A playful, predatory smirk grew across his face, as he approached the two devils. Sona immediately stepped forward, her glasses catching the morning light.
“Mr. Doumon,” she said, her voice formal and cool. “Your attire is in violation of the school dress code. The bow tie is mandatory, and your shirt must be buttoned.”
Sukuna shrugged, completely unbothered.
“My apologies, Mrs. Student Council President. The original design was too uncomfortable and not my style.”
Both Sona and Tsubaki attempted to argue about the school regulations, citing every chapter and verse in the book of How To Be A Stick In The Mud to him, but Sukuna merely held the bento box and waited, the argument washing over him like water.
Sona, seeing her words were having no effect, shifted her focus.
“Must I remind you again of the consequences of causing trouble in this town. You are under our jurisdiction, and any supernatural display will be met with immediate-”
Sukuna cut her off mid-sentence, his voice both smooth and bored. He reached out and, with an astonishing lack of respect, patted the top of her head. Completely messing up her perfectly styled haircut.
“Relax, Bob Cut. I’m just here to catch up on my reading at the moment. I’m not looking for trouble.” He leaned in uncomfortably close, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “And you shouldn’t worry so much. All that stress is why your boobs won’t grow, you know.”
Sona’s face instantly flushed a vibrant, angry red. Tsubaki’s jaw dropped, her composure shattered by the sheer audacity of the comment.
Before either devil could recover from the shock, Sukuna removed his hand, bidding them both farewell and a nice day. As he made his way inside the school grounds the stunned students watched his back as he left, leaving a fuming Sona behind. She clenched her teeth so hard her jaw muscles corded, internally vowing that after she managed to recruit him into her peerage, the punishments would be both severe and drawn out.
o-O-o
Sukuna stepped inside the building, the sudden silence of the students around him almost palpable. The air was heavy with curiosity, but also with something deeper; the focused, subtle scrutiny of the supernatural beings.
He noted several distinct presences, faint ripples of magical energy that was dark enough for Sukuna to recognize it as demonic power, and all of it was focused on him. He simply chalked it up to both the devil peerages sizing up their potential prize; a high tier Sacred Gear user who was currently without a family or protection.
He moved through the crowded hallways with an easy, confident stride, following the map he’d been given. He soon located his assigned classroom: 2B. Sukuna didn’t wait for the teacher to announce him. He simply slid the door open and walked in, interrupting the middle-aged man who was already at the blackboard preparing for the day’s lessons.
The teacher, startled, adjusted his large round glasses.
“Ah, you must be our new transfer student. Please introduce yourself to the class.”
Sukuna stood at the front, his hands tucked into his pockets, his blue eyes sweeping over the room.
“Sukuna Doumon,” he stated, his voice carrying clearly. He then added with total disregard for decorum, “And don’t bother telling me yours. I won’t remember it even if you did.”
A wave of nervous titters and gasps went through the room. The teacher’s face nearly turned purple, but he seemed too stunned by the sheer arrogance to immediately react. Sukuna didn’t wait for dismissal. He walked directly to the back of the room and took a seat near the windows, immediately establishing his position as the arrogant delinquent.
As he settled in, his gaze landed on a group of three boys huddled together near the front. One, a scrawny boy with a rather lewd grin on his face was clearly the main character Issei Hyoudou. He and his equally perverted friends were currently subjected to looks of open disgust and disdain from the female students.
“The infamous Perverted Trio,” he muttered.
Sukuna leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. The teacher, having finally recovered from his shock, stammered out commands to begin the lesson, flipping open a textbook.
The lesson began; a droning lecture on the history of Japanese culture. Sukuna stared out the window at the manicured school grounds, the sunlight warming his face. He listened to the teacher’s monotonous voice, while his mind was elsewhere, mostly on the Three Factions that he was bound to come into conflict with.
Allowing his mind to drift, the low hum and whimper of his Divine Dogs echoed inside of his shadow as if smelling food or asking to come out and play. He mentally soothed their anxiety assuring them that the real show was about to start.
