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Highschool DxD: The Cursed King of Kuoh
S1 Ch 3: A Good Start
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Sukuna's breaths were labored as he lay sprawled out on the courtyard floor, which was slowly regenerating from the damages the pair had caused. The master and servant had a total of twelve matches between them, and every single one of them had ended in only two ways: him flat on his back, or face down, ass up.
"I'm gonna die," he said with clear worry in his voice.
"Don't fret, master. Even if you die, as long as you're inside these walls, I can bring you back," the sadistic woman said cheerfully. "Now come on, it's time for round thirteen."
"Argh," he wanted to groan; he wanted to yell.
Every time the two of them squared off, he did a little better than the previous time, but each time he started to adapt to her fighting style, she'd suddenly switch to a completely different one and would start pummeling him anew.
He used his first Reverse Cursed Technique during a few of the matches to heal his injuries after receiving some instruction from his new maid, but that didn't stop him from experiencing the pain.
"Geez, I thought being Isekai'd meant adventure and fun," he thought to himself. "If this is just a taste of what's to come, I'm not sure I want to leave this house."
He looked up to the sadistic vixen who was standing at the ready with both fans unfolded and a wide smirk across her face.
"What do I do?" He thought anxiously. He'd thrown every ability he had so far at her, and yet he still couldn't even touch her. "What can I do? I have to win, otherwise all of this pain has been for nothing. I want to win. I need to win!"
Then suddenly, a foreign voice spoke inside his head that sounded awfully familiar.
"Pfff, how pathetic," Its tone was a mixture of spite and disgust.
"What did you say to me?!" He mentally shouted back.
"I said how pathetic," It laughed. "Have you gone deaf on top of being a complete loser? Man, it sucks to be you, pal."
Zach gritted his teeth as his anger rose, and his cursed energy along with it.
"I mean honestly, did you want to become the strongest worm? Because as far as I can see, that's the only thing you're fit for with how much time you spend crawling on your belly."
"That's quite a bit of judgment coming from just a voice in my head," He thought with clear derision. "Now I don't know if you're a part of the system or whatever, but if you're even bothering to talk to me, Mr. voice, how's about you give me some actual advice, otherwise, just fuck off."
"Tsk," It clicked its tongue, annoyed. "Just cast it aside, you idiot."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Cast it all aside, everything that distracts you from your goals. Your happiness, your pain, your joy, your sorrow, even the family you once knew. Get rid of it."
The voice was deep and rich and flowed over him like molasses. As the tempting words filled his chest, Sukuna found himself complying and began to empty his mind of all distractions. Slowly, his canine teeth grew longer and sharper, along with his nails.
"That's it, you're doing fine," It said encouragingly. "Unshackle your soul from the chains of your past, and let it out."
His black tribal tattoos began to appear, while his aura became darker and fouler.
"Let it out!" It shouted with clear bloodlust and excitement.
Then his second pair of eyes opened beneath his main ones, and each glowed red with excitement. Immediately, his cursed energy rose to heights greater than before as a notification appeared in his mind.
[Cursed Energy Output] - Level 2
Ura's eyes widened from the sudden display as his energy nearly doubled from the amount that he had at the beginning of the training. Suddenly, Sukuna activated the one cursed technique he knew at the moment.
"Reinforcement!" He shouted with excitement as the ground began to crack under the pressure of his energy.
For a millisecond, Ura blinked from the dust, and when she opened her eyes, Sukuna appeared right in front of her, thrusting his right knife hand at her face. Ura immediately moved her head to the right, dodging his attack by a hair as her expression grew shocked.
"It's happening already?" She thought as she backflipped to get some distance.
When she looked up, Sukuna was already gone, and as she frantically looked around, a shadow fell over her body, making her look up only to see her master flying down at her with his right leg raised high.
Ura jumped back right before his leg connected with the ground she had been standing on, creating a giant crater. Immediately, Sukuna dug his leg deeper into the earth and raised a giant boulder up with his foot before kicking it at Ura's body.
As the boulder came flying at her, Ura calmly raised her right hand and brought her metal fan down, slicing the boulder in two. Suddenly appearing out of the split rock, Sukuna threw a punch aimed at her face, to which she brought both her fans up just in time to block. Sukuna pressed forward, pushing her all the way across the courtyard until her back hit the wall.
Pressing harder and harder against her, cracks started to grow behind her, splintering and running up the stone wall. Just as it seemed like either the wall or her fans were going to give, Ura rolled backward, making his fist go through the thick stone. Gazing upward, he found Ura looking down at him as she stood horizontally on the wall.
Undeterred, a wide, crooked grin grew across Sukuna's face as his eyes shone even brighter. After freeing his arm, he jumped up and joined her, but not having the same refinement over his cursed energy, he just forced his feet through the stone, embedding his legs into the stone.
"You've already grown stronger, master," she complimented as his face was a few inches from her own.
"Ha! Show me more, Ura!" He yelled excitedly in a voice that wasn't entirely his own.
"Just as I thought," She thought as she slid backward, avoiding another kick.
The pair continued their battle, running alongside the wall as if ignoring the laws of physics themselves. Punch, swipe, kick, slash—the battle raged on as Sukuna continued to press his opponent. Though no matter how hard or how fast he attacked, he couldn't seem to get through her defenses and had yet to deliver a direct blow.
Running low on energy, he knew he needed to take a gamble if he had any hope of winning. So, going for a roundhouse kick aimed for her head, Ura turned and attempted to sweep his standing leg out from under him. As her ankle connected with his calf, he was knocked off his feet mid-kick, but as he fell face first towards the stone wall, he reached out with both hands and dug his claws into the wall for support. Then suddenly, he turned with the momentum and swung his leg like a whip aimed for her neck.
Ura just barely brought her fan over her shoulder in time to block but was still sent flying into the middle of the courtyard. Immediately popping back up to her feet and sensing this was going to be her master's last attack, Ura readied her stance and brought her right fan back as she unfolded it and for the first time began to pour her magical energy into it.
Sukuna pressed both his feet against the wall and crouched back, then pushed off with all of his strength and flew towards the ready servant like a spring.
"Hahahahaha!" he laughed excitedly as he continued to fly at his opponent.
Then reaching back with his right hand, he straightened it into a knife hand, while pouring all of his remaining energy into his next attack. As the two closed in on each other, both unleashed their attacks at the same time.
"Dismantle!"
"Dark Slash!"
Immediately the two energies clashed against each other, the air crackling all around them. Both fighters continued to push harder and harder against each other, as if to see if they could force the other just a little bit more. But in the end, it was the more experienced fighter who won out, as Sukuna was sent flying backward and slammed into the ground.
*Ha* *Ha* *Ha*
Sukuna breathed heavily as his tattoos slowly faded away, his claws retracted, and his second pair of eyes closed. Then suddenly, notification after notification rang out in his mind.
[Cursed Energy Manipulation] - Level 2
[Cursed Energy Technique 1: Reinforcement] - Level 2
[Reverse Cursed Technique1: Restoration] - Level 2
[Innate Technique Shrine Technique 1: Dismantle] - Level 2
"Well, at least I accomplished something today," he remarked as he slowly sat up.
Looking across the courtyard, he watched with fascination as the ground, the garden, and even the walls started to repair themselves. Then, to his surprise, he watched his wounds slowly heal as well without the need of his cursed technique. Seeing his surprise, Ura spoke out across the courtyard.
"It's the immortality array of the base, master," she said, answering his unspoken question as she approached.
Sukuna remained seated on the ground as his servant stopped a few feet from him.
"You did very well, Master Sukuna," she complimented. "I'd say your strength has already doubled despite this being your first night here."
"Yeah, but not good enough, I suppose," he said, waving off the servant's praise.
"Oh, I wouldn't know about that," she remarked as she brushed her black bangs out of her face. "It would seem you were victorious after all."
She said as she revealed a deep cut that ran from her nose all the way to the bottom of her cheek. Sukuna felt guilty for a moment before she simply wiped her hand over the cut and watched it fade away.
"But I meant what I said," she said as she looked down at him as if to appraise him. "You even forced me to use my magic at the end there."
"Well, that's good, I guess," he said as he picked himself up off the floor. "What's next?"
"Dinner?" She asked, and it was only then that he realized that the sun was already starting to set.
"Time sure does fly when you're locked in combat, I guess," he remarked as he nodded his head, giving his approval.
Slowly, he started to follow behind her as they made their way back inside the giant house.
"I wonder what that voice I heard was and why did it sound so familiar?"
As the pair continued to walk, Sukuna failed to see the glance his maid sent his way.
o-O-o
Inside the spacious kitchen, Ura was hard at work chopping up vegetables and putting them into a boiling pot. Sukuna just sat bored at the table, glancing down at his hand as he continued to play with his metamorphosis ability, changing his hand's length and size. Eventually, Ura arrived carrying a platter filled with food.
"I hope you're hungry, master," she said cheerfully as she set the giant plate down in front of him.
Pulling the metal lid off, Ura revealed the steamy meal inside. Inside were four steamy beef shanks with the bone sticking out from the middle. It was covered in a bright and zesty garnish and was surrounded by carrots, celery, and onions.
"What do you call this?" He asked curiously, his mouth drooling after remembering his hunger from his time in the Abyss.
"I prepared you a traditional Osso Buco, a classic Italian dish, featuring four cross-cut beef shanks."
Sukuna was star-struck as he stared at the delicious meal, having a hard time keeping his mouth from watering. He'd grown so used to microwave dinners that he never dreamed he'd get the chance to taste such an expensive dish. When he first agreed to get transmigrated, it was only with thoughts of grandeur and special powers, but now he could see this journey had more to offer than just superpowers.
"It really is the little things," he thought as he blissfully bit into his well-prepared meal.
"Yum!" He yelled excitedly, making Ura giggle as she took off her apron.
Sukuna continued to dive into the meal like a ravenous beast. The meat had such an interesting flavor, with the braising sauce complementing the meat that was so tender it was just falling off of the bone. As he continued to enjoy his meal, Ura approached him from the side.
"Master, please pardon my rudeness for disturbing your meal, but may we talk about your training earlier?"
"Yeah, sure," he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "What's up?"
"Well, near the end there, you seemed to have something come over you that dramatically increased your power. Tell me, did you perhaps hear a voice in the middle of our battle?"
"Yes, I did," he immediately replied as he brought his hand to his chin, trying to recall why the voice sounded so familiar. "It said a bunch of nasty stuff to me, but then it gave me advice about how to use my skills better. Why is it a problem? Because I just figured it was some part of the system?"
"In a way, it is," she said, looking down with an almost concerned expression. "Master, there's something I need to talk to you about."
"...Sure…What?"
"Master, remember when I told you that each player's system was unique and tailored specifically for them?"
"Yeah, you also said that's why I turned into Sukuna, because some systems become character systems."
"Correct," she nodded, glad that he'd been listening to her. "And while character-styled systems are undoubtedly more powerful, they do come with only one real risk."
At the word risk, Sukuna's ears perked up.
"It hasn't been unheard of for traces of the original character's soul to become mingled with a player's own when their thoughts and motivations align. It's called synchronization."
"Synchronization? Wow, wow, what?!" He shouted, nearly knocking off his empty plate. "Are you telling me there's a chance I could get possessed by the real Sukuna?"
"No," she flatly denied. "That will never happen, but you may find some of your viewpoints skewed or reactions changed somewhat."
"Oh, thank god," he remarked, relieved that he wasn't turning into Sukuna's vessel or something.
"Yes, it's just something we'll have to keep an eye on in the days ahead." She nodded, doing her best to reassure him. "So if you feel anything strange going on with your body, please let me know."
"I will," he nodded.
"Well, it's getting late, and we have another long day ahead of us tomorrow, so why don't you wash up and get some rest."
"Yeah, good idea," he agreed as he could smell the dried sweat on his skin with his enhanced senses.
He then got up from the table and made his way down the hallway to the Japanese bath. When he left, Ura picked up the dirty dishes and placed them in the sink where it began washing them on its own. Hearing the bathroom door close, a sly smirk grew across the older woman's face.
o-O-o
Sukuna was in the bathroom enjoying a relaxing shower, sitting down on a small wooden stool with a small towel wrapped around his waist as hot water poured onto him from above. It was the way he'd seen countless anime characters bath, both on paper and video, and he had to say it wasn't bad. As he was washing soap out of his hair, he heard the door to the bathroom open, and when he glanced to the side, he watched, completely mesmerized, as the voluptuous figure of Ura made her way inside.
"Hello, master, I'm here to wash your back." She said as she closed the door behind her.
Sukuna couldn't help but let his face go completely red as he stared at the woman who was dressed in only a towel that clung to her body in a very erotic way.
"Ura?! What do you think you are doing here?!" He shouted out.
"Like I said, I'm here to wash your back," She replied as she stepped closer.
"I-I'm fine!" He yelled before turning his head the other way. "Please just go!"
Ura smirked as she stepped forward, before kneeling down behind him.
"Oh, don't say something so lonely, master," she whispered into his ear as she cupped his chin with her long, delicate fingers. "You can rely on me, I assure you."
Sukuna couldn't help but shudder as a shiver went up his spine as her hot breath tickled the hairs on the back of his neck. He couldn't sugarcoat it; he had died a virgin. He'd had a few girlfriends in the past but had never gotten past first base. So, maybe this was the universe's way of giving him the go-ahead.
"F-fine, just be quick," He finally said after a moment of contemplation.
Looking at him with a slightly lewd smile, she nodded her head, and as soon as he was completely facing the other way, untied her towel. Slowly, she took the soap dispenser and began pumping out several pumps of soap all on top of her chest before she slowly rubbed and smeared it all over her front. Then, grasping him by both shoulders from behind, pressed her soapy chest against his back.
Sukuna immediately felt the soft, elastic flesh press into his back, making him sit up straighter.
"U-Ura, what?!"
"What, master? I'm just washing your back," she whispered as she brought her lips close to his ear.
"Yeah, but I can totally feel your boobs touching me." He exclaimed.
"Well, that's because I'm washing you with them, silly," she teased as she continued to brush her chests up and down his back, using her G-cup breasts as soapy loofahs. "Think of this as your little treat for winning the match against me."
She hadn't stopped any of her movements as she whispered those sweet, tempting words into his ear. Slowly, her hands started exploring his board chest, sliding and caressing his skin as she continued to scrub his back.
"You want it, don't you?" She whispered into his ear. "You want your sticky treat, don't you?"
"...Yes," he finally said after a moment of hesitation.
"Good boy," she said with a heart in her eye as she bit his earlobe and continued her movements when she saw him pitching a tent through his towel. She smirked as she continued to caress him, rubbing his arms through her deep valley while lathering them up with soap. Eventually, when he thought he was going to burst, Ura stepped back and poured water over him, washing away the soap.
A surprised and disappointed look grew on his face as he turned around to see his new servant still standing, her whole front covered in foamy soap that slowly crawled down her flawless fair skin.
"That's enough for now, master," she said, responding to his annoyed look before taking another bucket and slowly poured it over herself.
The water washed away all the bubbles of soap that covered her private parts. He watched, stunned, as her large, full breasts became exposed to him.
"Alright, we should soak in the bath," she added, unbothered by her master's fixed gaze.
Slowly, she reached out with her right arm and took him by the wrist, leading him to the large stone bath. As the pair soaked in the warm, steamy water, Sukuna thought back on his current situation as well as the voice's advice.
"Ever since I emptied my mind, everything feels so clear to me. I wonder why?" He wondered to himself. "Is this calmness a by-product of the system? I just don't know."
As he put his concerns to the back of his mind for the moment, his gaze slowly drifted downward, specifically to his new servant's enormous breasts that floated atop the bathwater. It was at this moment that Sukuna remembered why Highschool DxD had been so popular with teenage boys. He continued to stare hard at the floating globes of flesh whose bright pink nipples seemed to be calling to him.
Slowly, he reached across under the water with his right hand, but found his wrist caught in a vice-like grip.
"Now, now, master, you've already received your treat for today," She said as she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. Frankly, her whole appearance seemed very erotic. "Don't be so greedy," She said with a sultry tone.
Sukuna again gave her an annoyed look but relented, and she let go of his wrist.
"Ow," he complained. If he hadn't had super strength, she would have broken his wrist.
Seeing his disappointed expression, Ura leaned into him. Her body pushed up against his, the soft mounds of her breasts pressing against his left arm, while the rest of her pushed up against his side.
"But you know, master," she said, whispering into his ear as her hand trailed southward. "If you manage to impress me again in your training, I might feel inclined to give you some more treats." She said while her left hand gripped his member, making it pulse with anticipation.
"Until then," she then released his cock, making it throb, disappointed by the loss of her warmth. "It's time for some rest."
Sukuna agreed to get out of the bath that seemed to stay consistently warm no matter how long one sat in it. He quickly changed into a white kimono and made his way to his bedroom. Discarding his robes, he slowly climbed under his quilt until he noticed Ura watching him.
"Care to join me?"
"Perhaps if you impress me tomorrow, I will," she said with a reasoning tone.
"Dammit, why did she have to learn of my weakness for milfs!" He mentally complained.
"Very well," he actually said. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ura."
"Good night, master," She bowed before exiting his room.
Soon, Sukuna nuzzled his head against one of his soft pillows before slowly drifting off to sleep.
"Tomorrow is bound to be very interesting," was his last thought before succumbing to exhaustion.
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