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Highschool DxD: The Cursed King of Kuoh Ch 6
🕑 Added 2025-11-25 13:30:02 +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.
Highschool DxD: The Cursed King of Kuoh
S1 Ch 6: School Trip
The following Morning Sukuna was training with Ura’s training program against a dozen coordinated warriors in their basse’s courtyard. He was practicing with his new 10 shadows technique specifically the shadow travel to hide in his opponents shadow before appearing behind them and piercing their chest. According to Ura he had access to Megumi’s powers because it “touched” his character's soul thus making it another one of his abilities.
He’d tried to talk to her about the inner Sukuna he saw and spoke to, but Ura reminded him she had no idea how the Celestial System worked and that it might have simply been a glitch. He wasn’t convinced and suspected she knew more than she was letting on, but decided to play it by ear for the moment. As one of the energy soldiers tried to slice him with their longsword he cut the energy blade with dismantle before gripping its breastplate and activating cleave cutting it into eight pieces before it dissipated in a flicker of light.
Ura slowly made her way down into the courtyard as he finished up the last 5 with Shadow Tentacles impaling them before they dissipated into particles of light. She held a neatly folded kimono in her hand presenting it to him as he wiped his brow with a towel.
“Well done, master, you’ve completed level 33.” She said, impressed as he draped the robe over his half naked body.
“As I said before, that hunt was rather enlightening.” He said as he flexed his claw hand.
Slowly he sat at the wooden table and waited for Ura to bring him his breakfast, adjusting his robe as he did. She soon returned with scrambled eggs and hot tea presenting it to him as she took a seat next to him with a smaller plate. The two dined in silence both enjoying the taste of the meal when Ura posed a question.
“Master, are you planning to remain that way now?” She asked, gesturing to his black tribal tattoos, long claws and four red eyes.
“For now,” he responded as he ate a sausage patty. “I like to be comfortable when I’m at home and to use energy over something so pretentious is annoying.”
Ura just looked at him surprised as he usually avoided looking like his true self. Seeing her expression he decided to clarify.
“Don’t worry I’ll switch back when I have to attend the Devil school.” he remarked as he took a sip of tea.
That’s when Ura remembered the message she’d received from Kuoh Academy.
“On that matter, master, we’ve received word from the school’s principal.” She said getting his attention.
“Oh yeah? What did the puppet mortal want?” He asked condescension in his voice.
“He says you need to come by today and pick up your uniform as well as your class schedule.”
“Hmm,” Sukuna brought his hand to his chin in contemplation. “It’s probably the devil king’s doing.” He finally said. “The mortal has no real authority in that place so he’s been ordered by one of them to bring me there to assess me on whether I’m a potential asset or not.”
“...So should we refuse?” Ura asked, having thought the same thing.
“Of course not!” he remarked excitedly. “If the devil kings are inviting me over for a visit, who am I to refuse.”
Ura merely shook her head exasperated by her master’s attitude which had grown exceedingly worse since killing the stray. Wiping his mouth and hand with a napkin he stood up clapping his hands together.
“Alright let’s go,” he said excitedly before Ura smacked him on the head with one of her metal fans. “Ow!” he complained, rubbing his head.
“Master, you are not leaving here dressed like a hobo and smelling like a locker room, go take a bath.” She said with her hands on her hips.
“Geez this is a strange way to talk to your master Ura,” he remarked, slightly annoyed.
“Yes well if my master would stop forgetting his own personal hygiene perhaps I wouldn’t have to.”
“Touche,” he snapped, deciding a warm bath after hard training actually sounded nice.
As he walked toward the hallway leading to the bathroom Ura called out to him.
“I’ll handle the transportation while you're washing up,” he said while Sukuna just waved his hand without turning around.
Slipping into the warm bath water Sukuna leaned back against the stone tub letting out a relaxed sigh.
“Ah this is the life,” he thought as he stared up at the wooden ceiling that was still visible through the steam.
As the water washed away the grime of his training he flexed his fingers and could feel his power radiating from within. He’d already unlocked his cleave ability; it would only be a matter of time before he gained his Malevolent Shrine. Though his mind drifted to another one of his abilities, the Ten Shadows Technique and its first Shikigami Divine Dogs. Remembering the story of Megumi from JJK he knew he had to defeat the beast if he was to tame and use it in battle, and with Ura’s warning that the techniques themselves might be enhanced by the Celestial System made the prospect all the more thrilling the thought bringing a crooked smile to his face.
o-O-o
Soon he exited his room dressed in a sleek but expensive three piece maroon italian suit with black stripes, and dress shoes. Making his way to the front lawn he found Ura dressed in a stylish black kimono that had a wide cleavage window and simple sandals. Seeing her outfit he couldn’t help but whistle.
“Hot damn Ura you’re a knock out.” He said as he stepped closer looking her up and down.
Ura brought her hand to her cheek as she smiled.
“Ah, thank you master.” She slightly blushed while he eyed her cleavage.
As they waited for the driver Sukuna started to get annoyed looking at his Rolex watch.
“How long does it take for a taxi to get here? We're not that far out of town?” He asked agitated.
“Oh I didn’t call a taxi master,” she responded, surprising him. “Such a simple vehicle is unworthy of you. I scheduled a private car company.”
“Well all right as long as…Wait…You didn’t get a super expensive car did you?”
Ura didn’t answer, she simply turned her head and pretended like she didn’t hear him like a kid who got caught stealing cookies.
“Damn it Ura,” he pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers annoyed before waving it off. “Well whatever they probably already assumed I had money from the Doumon clan.”
Soon a black 2025 Cadillac Escalade SUV pulled up and a well dressed personal driver stepped and made his way in front of them.
“Hello, are you the ones who called our company?” The young man asked politely as he looked at the pair.
“Yes, we’re heading to Kuoh Academy please,” Ura responded before he could.
“Of course ma’am,” he then opened the back door and invited them inside.
“Thank you,” Ura said as she brushed the young man’s cheek, making him blush before slipping inside.
The young driver could help but stare at her heart shaped ass as the fabric of her gown became tight across it. Suddenly he felt a strong hand grip him by his collar bone and force him to turn around.
“Careful where you let your eyes wander, sir,” he said with clear agitation. “That is if you want to keep your tip.”
The driver couldn’t help but gulp and nod his head suspecting the teen meant more than just money. Sukuna didn’t say another word and just sat inside the car and the driver shut the door and quickly went to the front.
“This is why you shouldn’t wear such provocative gowns,” he huffed, still irritated by the driver staring at his belongings.
“Ah don’t be so jealous, master,” Ura said as she slid closer to him letting her breast push against his arm. “You know this body only belongs to you.”
“Yeah I know that,” he huffed again. “But it seems I’ll have to let all the little ants know that as well.”
Ura giggled while the driver put the car in gear and pulled out to the main road. As the drove Sukuna admired the small city he only watched from behind a screen, but being there in person everything felt more vibrant and real. As they drove Sukuna grew bored and reached out and started squeezing Ura’s right breast like a stress ball making her moan in the back.
“Oh master,” she moaned as her knees tightened. “So improper.”
The poor driver was doing his best to focus on the road as his two hedonistic passengers continued their shenanigans in the back. Eventually with the shift in architecture the devil academy appeared over the horizon.
“We are approaching the main gates sir,” the driver called out from the front, his voice much quieter than before.
Sukuna just grunted his crimson eyes flickered with their light before he turned them blue. The looming structure rose before each of them, a sprawling structure of red and white stone both simultaneously traditional as well as imposing. It looked nothing like the typical highschool, it looked like a fortress, minted it appeared exactly as it was intended by the stories creators a grand stage for supernatural drama hidden just beneath the surface. There was a subtle almost imperceptible pressure weighing around the school’s grounds, most likely a demonic barrier of some kind that his magic eye could perceive.
The car slowed pulling up to the main gate. Waiting there was a small delegation of what appeared to be school staff. At the head was a nervous-looking balding man in a suit, clearly the principal of the academy. Flanking him were several equally tense staff members. Standing slightly to the side but still radiating effortless control was Sona the heir of house Sitri and her peerages queen and vice-president Tsubaki Shinra both dressed in their impeccable yet still scandalous school uniforms whose shirts seemed two sizes too small and their skirts barely reaching high thigh needing only a gust of wind to see their panties. Sukuna approved.
As the driver opened the door Ura was the first to step out and moved off to the side bowing her head as Sukuna pulled himself out of the SUV. Sona’s glasses gleamed as she took in the appearance of the new transfer from one of the Five Clans. The reflection light masked the sharp intelligence held within her violet eyes, while Tsubaki stood like a silent sentinel, her own ample breasts amplified by the uniform's strict lines.
The principal practically fell over himself as he rushed forward to greet the young man as he tipped the driver a generous sum and told him to wait there. Which the driver nodded like a bobble head in compliance.
“Welcome! Welcome! Young master Sukuna! I am Principal Tanaka. Thank you for accepting our invitation!” He bowed deeply to Sukuna, his voice carrying clear hints of nervousness while the King of Curses watched his expression impassive.
Stepping out further into the sunlight enjoying its rays on his skin, a constant reminder of his escape from the void. He at first ignored the worm and let his gaze sweep over the assembled staff before settling on Sona and her queen.
“Is this really the best your little town has to offer?” He spoke slowly, his tone dripping with boredom. “While I suppose the architecture is fine and the size is sufficient though only if one enjoys the consistent sight of red brick.”
The principal swallowed hard sweat running down his forehead. “Ah yes, you see we are rather proud of our long history.”
Sona decided to intervene to save the principal from making a fool of himself. She stepped forward the picture perfect sight of polite formality, with her hands clasped neatly in front of her.
“Welcome Sukuna-kun.” She bowed her head making her apple sized realistic breasts wobble in her blouse. “My name is Sona Shitori, the academy’s Student Council President, and this is my Vice-President, Tsubaki Shinra. We are here to ensure your transition runs smoothly.”
At the name Shinra, another one of the Principal Five Clans he raised an eyebrow as he examined the queen and her breasts. Then his gaze locked onto hers, making it clear he could see through the facade of the diligent high school student. He could feel the raw cool power radiating just beneath the service. It was similar to the Stray he’d recently hunted but much cleaner much less corrupted by sin.
“Shitori,” he repeated the name as if tasting it on his tongue. “Thanks for the welcome committee, even if it's just some insects.” He dismissively waved his hand at her, making her and Tsubaki frown. “Though I suggest you save your little act for the other students I have no need of your false pleasantries.”
Sona’s composure cracked for a fraction of a second her eyes widened almost imperceptively before regaining control over herself. Tsubaki’s hand curled into a tight fist at her side, her heterochromia eyes staring at him with clear anger.
“I assure I’m just here to welcome you on behalf of the Student Body, Sukuna Doumon,” Sona replied evenly but her voice carried a new edge to it.
Sukuna let out a soft chuckle at the display he considered ridiculous.
“Yeah, yeah whatever,” He waved off again. “If you insist on playing your little role play games I won’t stop you Miss Sitri-oopsy I mean Shitori.” He said with a knowing teasing smile that left the two devils stunned and the humans confused.
Before they could say another word he turned his attention back to the still sweating principal.
“What are you looking at, fat man?” He said rudely stepping closer into his personal space. “Hurry up and show me the way. This tedious scouting exercise needs to come to a close. I have literally a hundred better things I could be doing right now.”
The principal, still confused and bewildered, quickly gestured towards the main entrance.
“R-right this way, Doumon-kun. We’ve had everything prepared in the main office.”
Good,” he then turned looking over his shoulder. “Come along Ura.”
“Yes master,” she bowed her head and followed him towards the building while Sona watched his retreating back, her expression hard.
The arrogance of the young man was staggering and for the first time Sona realised that the reports had underblown his aggressive attitude. Though looking deeper inside she found a well of strange energy that she couldn’t see the bottom to. It reminded her of Koneko’s senjutsu energy. Tsubaki slowly approached her king while she was deep in thought.
“He knows,” she whispered, her voice hushed but carrying clear concern. “How should we proceed?”
Sona paused for a moment before answering.
“We anticipated this,” she said as she pushed up her glasses. “Proceed as normal, but proceed with caution.”
They then followed behind the delegation watching the backs of the new transfer student and his servant.
o-O-o
Inside the pristine academy the polished marble of the hallways reflected the morning light amplifying the consistent clatter of students' leather shoes. Sukuna slowly walked behind the leading principal, his pace slow and unhurried, his pink hair drawing the attention from the hordes of students. The girls all dressed in the infamous Kuoh Academy uniform which consisted of shorts skirts, tight blouses that strained to contain their assets, whispered and giggled as he walked by their eyes tracing the sharp lines of his face.
Beside him, Ura moved with the disciplined grace of a well-trained seasoned bodyguard. Her scandalous kimono-style uniform, that was tailored to emphasize her curves, featured a daring boob window that framed the magnificent swell of her cleavage. The sheer volume of her G cup sized breasts guaranteed that even the slightest movement resulted in a mesmerizing jiggle or bounce. A blatant disregard for the laws of physics that seemed to ignore breasts in this rather lewd world.
The teen boys unlike their female counterparts were much more forward with their observations.
“Look at that rack,” one boy said to his two friends.
“Yeah they look ready to bust out of her top,” exclaimed another.
Sukuna suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, his blue eyes briefly taking their true crimson color while snapping at offenders. The sheer weight of his gaze and unbridled fury crushed the air in the boy's throats. He didn’t speak a single word but his gaze delivered his message loud and clear to the horny school boys.
“Mine!”
The boys quickly scurried away, their gawking immediately replaced with fear. Scattering and nearly tipping over each trying to escape his frightening gaze, all their hormonal bravado evaporating like steam.
“Fucking worms,” he muttered before resuming his walk Ura giggling beside him.
They finally arrived at the Principal's office, a room furnished with expensive opulence furniture. Principal Tanaka, still visibly uneasy from their earlier encounter, made his way behind his desk. Sukuna however didn’t wait for an invitation to sit, he simply crossed the room and dropped into the plush chair opposite the desk crossing his legs with clear disrespect. Ura stood behind him, a silent but obedient watch dog.
“Sit, Principal,” he casually gestured to his desk seat. “Let’s clear the air shall we.”
Tanaka quickly and rather nervously sat and began shuffling his papers looking for Sukuna’s documents.
“Here we are,” he said while holding out a binder. “Here is your schedule Mr. Doumon and here is your locker combination. We’ve taken the liberty of including your official academy uniform, but if you have any questions at all please speak with the Student Council.”
“Ah, yes the Student Council, right.” He practically scoffed as he leaned back into his chair. “The two little schoolgirls who yank you around like a dog on a leash.”
He watched with satisfaction as the middle aged man’s face paled and his eyes went wide, pretty much confirming his suspicions. The principal didn’t say another word; he simply handed the binder and uniform to his servant who took them without a word though did give the poor man a sympathetic look.
“Have a good one,” he said, giving a sarcastic wave as he moved toward the door. His tone was completely devoid of sincerity to a man whose authority was virtually nonexistent.
As he stepped into the hallway, a figure quickly blocked the pair’s path. Tsubaki Shinra stood before him, her expression a mix of professionalism and badly concealed irritation.
“Sukuna-kun,” she addressed him. “President Shitori requests your presence in the Student Council Room. There are a few indiscrepancies regarding your transfer forms.”
“Huh?” he asked, raising an eyebrow annoyed. “More paper work? Isn’t that your problem”
Tsubaki’s mask of professionalism was threatening to crack under the pressure from the new students' rude attitude.
“Please Sukuna-kun,” she said, her tone straining. “It will only take a moment.”
“Ha fine,” he said with some resignation. “Lead the way.”
The devil queen turned sharply, her short skirt that was even shorter and tighter than the average student's swishing as she walked. As they walked the hem of the skirt momentarily lifted revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her delicate but frankly sinful lacy blue thong. Sukuna’s eyes tracked the movement with keen interest; after all she’s one of the four top beauties of Kuoh.
Arriving at the Student Council Room, Tsubaki pushed the doors open revealing the large well organized space dominated by a massive wooden desk where Sona was currently sat radiating clear authority.
Sukuna’s magic eyes swept across the room taking in each of the assembled peerage members instantly cataloging their power levels. Sona had really gone all out and called upon her entire peerage to be present with the exception of Saji which he found interesting. The stern Vice President who had led him there quietly made her way to Sona and stood behind her as Sukuna made his way inside. They were strong no doubt but none were a threat to him on their own. To the new him there were just a bunch of weaklings cluttering together.
“Weaklings,” he thought to himself as he gave them another look over. “At least the king shows some promise.”
Sona respectfully gestured to the chair opposite her desk. Her expression was calm but her eyes held a keen intensity. As if she was trying to pull information from him by sheer force of will.
“Please, Sukuna-kun, have a seat,” She invited, her voice smooth and formal. She adjusted herself in her seat, the movement causing a slight bounce in her blouse. “We have a few things to discuss.”
