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Warning sexual content disclaimer: All characters and actions are above 18 years of age.
Highschool DxD: The Cursed King of Kuoh
S1 Ch 10: First Assignment
The morning dragged on, an exercise in complete and utter boredom for Sukuna. He followed the lesson on Japanese history bored out of his skull, yet acutely aware of the multiple hidden presences that were surveying him from a distance. He could sense at least two noisy devils watching him, most likely members from both Peerages, trying their best to discern his disposition and best way to approach him.
The teacher, still incensed from his earlier slight, decided to publicly embarrass the arrogant transfer student.
"Mr. Doumon," the teacher called out, his voice sharp. "Since you seem so disinterested in our lesson, perhaps you could enlighten us on some of our country's history. Can you describe the political ramifications of the Onin War during the subsequent Sengoku period?"
Sukuna didn't even shift his posture, his eyes still fixed on the outside view. He spoke without missing a beat.
"The decentralization of military authority led to the rise of regional daimyo and the establishment of Jizamurai as local powerbrokers, effectively collapsing the Ashikaga control and ushering in an era of constant, localized warfare. It was a structural collapse driven by succession disputes and poor resource allocation."
The classroom fell silent. The answer was detailed, precise, and far beyond the scope of the textbook.
The teacher's confidence faltered, but he pressed on, determined to find a gap. "Very good, then please explain the philosophical impact of the Kokugaku movement during the Edo period on modern Japanese nationalism."
Sukuna sighed internally, knowing this was going to be a long class.
"The movement, led by scholars like Norinaga, sought to return to pre-Buddist Japanese classics, emphasizing the divinity of the Emperor and the unique nature of the Japanese spirit. It served as a critical intellectual foundation for the Meiji Restoration and the subsequent nationalist movement by promoting ethnic singularity. Next question."
The teacher continued but after five more detailed and correct questions he was completely and utterly defeated, his face pale. The rest of the class stared at Sukuna in stunned silence. He simply brushed off the astonishment after all the knowledge wasn't really his, it was the system's and the body he was occupying.
The bell finally rang, a merciful jingle, signaling the end of the class. Sukuna gathered his things, sensing the devil's surveillance shifting as he moved to his next class. The tracking continued trailing him through the halls, much to his annoyance.
After several equally tedious classes; literature, calculus, and science the lunch bell finally sounded. Sukuna wanted peace and quiet to enjoy his meal, so using his stealth and superior agility he found himself a nice secluded spot on one of the roofs away from any prying eyes.
Once he got comfortable he opened Ura's bento box she'd prepared for him. The aroma of perfectly seasoned rice, grilled salmon, and pickled vegetables filled his nose. He was shocked by the size of the meal. The bento box clearly possessed some dimensional storage ability like his home.
He took a bite, savoring Ura's excellent cooking. Deep within his shadow, he felt a faint, hungry whine from his newly tamed Shikigami. Sukuna, feeling the beast's hunger pulled out two large, pre-cooked venison drumsticks from the bento's seemingly endless supply and dropped them into his shadow. Immediately, he felt a wave of gratitude and satisfaction wash over him. His dogs were very happy.
The rest of the lunch hour passed in blissful silence as he felt the devils scramble trying to locate him.
o-O-o
The rest of the day went on without any incidents, and the final school bell rang signalling the end of the uneventful school day. Sukuna rose from his seat, ready to escape the tedious confines of the school. As he finished gathering his things a figure arrived at the classroom's doorway, blocking his exit.
It was Kiba Yuuto, the supposed Prince of Kuoh Academy, and the Knight of the House of Gremory. Kiba was impeccably dressed in the typical school uniform, his blond hair framing his face perfectly, as he wore his infamous Prince Charming smile that caused a collective wave of swooning and soft gasps from the class's school girls, and a collective glare from the boys. Looking over the class Kiba's eyes finally fell on Sukuna.
"Mr. Doumon right?" He asked as he stepped forward from the doorway. "I've been sent by the President of the Occult Research Club, Rias Gremory, to retrieve you."
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, somewhat amused by the idea of being retrieved. He looked Kiba up and down and found himself underwhelmed, as a mocking expression grew across his face.
"Retrieve me?" Sukuna scoffed. "You mean you're her errand boy or something? Tell your little princess that if she wants to talk to me, she can come find me herself. I don't deal with lapdogs."
Kiba's smile tightened, threatening to break. The disrespect shown towards his master was a cardinal sin in his eyes.
"I assure you, she is simply busy with other official business-"
But Sukuna cut him off before he could finish.
"I don't care. Now get lost."
As he went to pass by him, Kiba reached out and gripped his shoulder, his tone hardening.
"I must insist you come with me, Sukuna Doumon."
The temperature in the class seemed to drop instantly. Sukuna stopped, but only slowly turned his head, locking his blue eyes onto Kiba's.
"If you want to keep that hand," Sukuna said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous snarl. "Then you'd better remove it. Now."
As he spoke, he flared his cursed energy aura. It was dark, malevolent, and filled with raw undeniable killing intent that pressed down on Kiba like a physical weight. For a brief second, Sukuna's eyes flushed red, a flicker of the King of Curses just beneath the surface. Kiba caught the flash, his breath hitching.
A shiver of unease ran down the devil knight's spine. Kiba slowly, cautiously, removed his hand.
Sukuna immediately resumed his stride, completely ignoring the devil knight's existence as he made his way out of the classroom and down the hallway, the aura receding along with him, but the threat still lingering heavily in the air. Kiba stood frozen for a moment, rubbing his hand where it had touched Sukuna's shoulder, noticing a small cut across his wrist.
"What…what was that insidious aura?" Kiba muttered to himself, his usually perfect composure slightly shaken. "That wasn't magic…I don't know what that was."
After gathering his thoughts he decided he needed to report his failure and his encounter to Rias immediately. He turned and made his way down the hallway in the opposite direction of Sukuna.
o-O-o
The Occult Research Club room was bathed in the soft, fading light of the late afternoon. Rias Gremory, the president, was meticulously preparing, setting the stage for her latest recruitment. She had ensured a subtle, sweet fragrance-an aphrodisiac blend of rose and vanilla-permeated the air, designed to be intoxicating without being overwhelming. She wanted him hot and bothered, not wild like a horndog.
Rias, dressed in her school uniform, adjusting her position on the edge of her large wooden desk. She hiked her skirt up just a fraction, making sure the delicate, lacy black thong she wore was visible beneath the hem when she leaned back. She adjusted her shirt, pulling it taut to emphasize the curve and lift of her ample breasts. Rias knew she was beautiful and had no problem with using it to her advantage.
She was practicing her opening lines, murmuring them to herself, trying out different tones to see which would work best. Sultry, perhaps dominant, or maybe inviting. She wanted the first impression to be overwhelming, ensuring Sukuna understood the power and allure he would be gaining by joining her peerage.
KNOCK!KNOCK!KNOCK!
The sound vibrated through the silent room. Rias instantly adopted a sultry, inviting expression, her lips curved into a practiced, tempting smile.
"Enter," she said, her voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone.
The door opened, but Rias's carefully constructed mask faltered. Her expression shifted to one of clear disappointment. It was Kiba, and he was alone. Rias hopped off the desk, her skirt falling back to its regular length. She walked toward her knight, a concerned look replacing the seductive.
"Kiba? Where is the transfer student?"
Kiba lowered his head slightly, his face filled with shame.
"President, I'm afraid I failed to retrieve him as you asked."
Before Rias could press him for details, a red, shimmering demonic summoning seal suddenly appeared on the floor near the center of the room. From the dazzling particles of light, Rias's queen Akeno materialized from the seal.
The peerage queen wasn't dressed in her usual school uniform. Instead she was dressed in a highly revealing, black latex dominatrix outfit, complete with thigh-high boots and carrying a long, slender horse riding crop. Her enormous breasts strained against the latex, barely contained.
Kiba blinked, the shock of Sukuna's earlier aggression momentarily forgotten.
"Akeno? Were you with a client?" He asked.
Akeno offered a cheerful, yet wickedly suggestive smile.
"Oh, yes!" I was just finishing a session with a very lovely boy." She leaned back against the desk, tapping the riding crop lightly against her palm. "I made the poor stressed boy squeal like a pig as I bound him in ropes. Then I rewarded him for being such a good little boy by making him spurt all over that dreary office using my foot. Though I made sure he cleaned up his little mess thoroughly." She emphasized the last word letting her peerage members' imagination do the rest.
Rias spoke slightly amused. "I hope you weren't too hard on him, Akeno. He's quite useful to our cover here, and you know how easily he could break."
"Not at all, president. I simply relieved some of his pent up stress," Akeno assured her, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She looked around the empty room. "So, where's this naughty new boy? I wanted to tease him a bit with my outfit."
Kiba immediately resumed his report, his expression serious.
"He refused to come with me. He was dismissive and arrogant, calling me a lapdog and said you should come to him yourself if you want to talk. But more importantly, president, when I tried to insist, he flared an aura I've never felt before. It was dark, malevolent, and filled with killing intent, and for a brief second his eyes flashed crimson."
Kiba frowned in concentration.
"I think he might not be entirely human. He could have the blood of another race running through his veins, and based on the aura I felt, I'm willing to bet on it being a youkai, and a powerful one at that."
Rias began to consider this, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
"The Doumon Clan Members have been known to take mistresses that weren't always human, particularly during periods of conquest. A powerful Yokai bloodline is certainly possible."
"His arrogance made it impossible to guide him here," Kiba reiterated. "He was just as prepared to punch me as he was to speak to me."
Akeno immediately interjected, her smile widening as she leaned forward, causing her enormous breasts to jiggle beneath the tight latex.
"Perhaps, Kiba, we simply sent the wrong guide. Perhaps this naughty boy requires a woman's touch."
Rias remembered Sona's exasperated complaints about the maid's massive bosom, and of Sukuna's own dismissive attitude toward Sone's physique earlier that day. Akeno's approach might actually work.
"Very well," Rias agreed. "Akeno, you will be the one to bring him to our clubroom after the weekend."
Akeno's eyes glowed with excitement. She brought a fingertip to her mouth and licked it suggestively, a faint zap of electricity emitting from her fingers.
"I promise, Rias, he'll be nice and…warm by the time we arrive."
Kiba, relieved the immediate tension was gone, asked, "where is Koneko?"
"She's keeping an eye on Issei," Rias informed him, leaning back against her desk, the movement making her breasts bounce slightly. "I'm not concerned at all with recruiting that one. His 'appetites' are pretty well known and once we show him what we have to offer he'll be begging us to reincarnate him, but for now we still have to keep an eye on him with the Fallen angels in town."
Kiba and Akeno smiled, acknowledging the truth of the president's statement. Rias then picked up a stack of files.
"Now, let's move on. We have several new clients booked for tonight." She handed both of them their files, her mind already drifting back to the new transfer student. The more she learned about the new transfer student the more her desire to recruit him before Sona grew.
"He will be mine," she thought as another lewd smile grew across her beautiful face and she flipped her long hair back.
o-O-o
Meanwhile Sukuna was taking a leisurely stroll down the sidewalk, enjoying the cooling evening air. He had yet to use his shadow travel skill to teleport home, preferring the sensation of the town around him. As he was in the middle of pondering where the best spot to use his teleportation and interesting scene snagged his attention. Walking closer to the guard rail he looked down at an overpass bridge and found a certain pair of individuals in the middle of a discussion.
He stopped near the railing, leaning over and resting his chin on his fist, adopting the posture of a bored onlooker.
On the bridge below, the Fallen angel Raynare, disguised impeccably as a sweet schoolgirl named Yuuma, was quietly talking with the series main character, Issei Hyoudou. The contrast between the predator angel and the unsuspecting pervert was apparent.
Sukuna watched as the scene unfolded. Raynare, playing the role of the innocent girl, asked Issei out on a date. Issei, the pathetic desperate pervert, reacted exactly as one would expect. Eager at the prospect of finally seeing a pair of breasts up close, he eagerly accepted, jumping with joy, before running down the stairs of the bridge, already dreaming of his supposed girlfriend.
The Cursed King had to suppress a chuckle when he saw the fleeting, sadistic, and utterly satisfied look that crossed Raynare's face as she walked away in the opposite direction. The girl was probably already imagining a painful death for the unsuspecting boy.
"And the plot thickens," Sukuna mused to himself. "Excellent."
He was perfectly content with letting the plot play out as intended. He had no interest in getting dragged into the Three Faction's squabbles. Especially Rias who was just desperate not to have to suck Riser's dick. So if that meant letting some empty headed pervert die, then he was more than happy to let nature run its course.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, he spotted a flash of familiar white hair. Koneko Toujou, the little cat rook of the Gremory Peerage, emerged from her hiding spot from behind a pillar. Her gaze was focused intently on the direction Issei had run, confirming her role and Rias's plans to still recruit Issei into her little family.
"Well the pervert can have his little devil harem. I'll grow mine once I'm strong enough," He thought as he began walking away.
Suddenly, Koneko's focus shifted. Her sharp eyes caught sight of Sukuna just as he began to make his way across the upper bridge and closer into town. The rook ultimately decided to follow him, instantly drooping into a deep, stealthy stride, her movements silent and trained. She was curious about the arrogant transfer who'd managed to peak her king's interest so much.
Sukuna made a deliberate turn into a dark, narrow alleyway, maintaining the illusion of a simple oblivious human taking a shortcut. Koneko rounded the corner mere seconds later, her senses all primed to track him.
But the alleyway was completely empty.
Koneko stopped abruptly. She scanned the shadows, her ears straining. Sukuna had completely vanished without a trace. She hadn't sensed any magic usage, no demonic energy, no sound, not even a flicker of air.
She stood there, dumbfounded, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Where did he go?" She asked herself.
She wondered if it might have been some secret ability of his sacred gear-if he even possessed one-or perhaps some unknown clan technique. The speed and silence of his disappearance were unnerving. However, she quickly shook off the mystery. Her primary mission was much more urgent.
She needed to report the Fallen Angel's movements and the confirmation of Issei's date to her King. Koneko quickly made her way back to the Occult Research Club, with the image of the vanished transfer student lingering in the back of her mind.
o-O-o
Sukuna stepped out of the shadows, materializing instantly in the center of his living room. The transition was quiet, flawless, and left no trace of magic. Ura was waiting for him, a gentle smile on her face. The scent of richly cooked meat and herbs filled the air.
"Welcome home, master," Ura greeted him warmly. "I hope your first day of school was tolerable."
"Tolerable in the way a tooth extraction is tolerable," Sukuna grumbled, already shedding his Kuoh uniform.
"I am preparing Daube de Boeuf," Ura announced, detailing the traditional provencal beef stew braised in red wine and herbs. "It requires a little more patience, but I assure you the result will be worth it."
Sukuna nodded, using his shadow to instantly swap his school uniform for a traditional, loose white kimono. He then released his Shikigami.
"Out, you two."
The Divine Dogs materialized from his shadow, immediately acting like two massive, overgrown, and very happy pet dogs. They rubbed their shadow heads against his legs, their tails thumping loudly against the polished floor.
"Ura, prepare them a meal as well," Sukuna ordered. "Something substantial. They've earned it."
Ura chuckled, already moving to the kitchen.
"Of course, Master."
Moments later, she returned with two giant steaming platters piled high with roasted bones and cuts of meat for the shadow wolves. The dogs devoured the food with a happy silent intensity.
Sukuna collapsed onto a couch, stretching his arms out. "I'm telling you, Ura, having the power to cut mountains apart and then being forced to spend my day pretending to be a bored high school student is an insult to my very existence."
He began recounting his day from start to finish.
"The devils were watching me all day. Rias Gremory, Sona Sitri, all their little servants, they were everywhere. It's really annoying to be observed like you're some kind of trophy or commodity."
He soon moved to the dining table as Ura brought him his own portion of the rich, dark red beef stew, placing a massive bowl in front of him. Sukuna immediately began digging in, the sweet savory taste a welcome distraction.While Ura sat across from him.
"They are naturally interested. You are a powerful and unknown variable in their territory, Master."
Sukuna ate heartily nodding his head as he savored the meal.
"They are clearly intent on acquiring me. But their little princess sent her lapdog instead, she should've sent that big breasted fallen queen of hers." He paused, recalling the bridge. "Speaking of Fallen, I saw the Fallen angel Raynare on the bridge today. She cornered the pervert Issei while he was alone."
Ura looked slightly intrigued. "And?"
"And he accepted her date. He'll be killed tomorrow at sunset. Then the plot will unfold according to canon, and he'll become the Red Dragon Emperor." Sukuna laughed, a dry harsh sound. "Hoenstly, I'm shocked one of the school girls hadn't killed him already. I would've if I was them."
Suddenly, Ura rose from her seat. Her eyes, which were usually a soft maroon, began glowing brighter and brighter red. The light was not warm like Rias's hair, but cold and ancient. She stood perfectly straight, her body rigid, and when she spoke, the voice was clearly not hers. It was deep, resonant, and echoed slightly with immense, overwhelming authority.
"Sukuna Doumon."
Sukuna froze, his spoon halfway to his mouth. He recognized the lingering darkness of the abyss anywhere and the source of his second life speaking through Ura.
Intrigued, he slowly lowered his spoon. "Ah. An audience with the architects of my rebirth. What is it you require?"
The possessed Ura's voice was devoid of emotion.
"You have been given your first assignment."
"Intriguing. What is it?" Sukuna asked, an arrogant challenge already forming on his lips.
"You will save Issei Hyoudou from the Fallen angel Raynare."
Sukuna shot to his feet, overturning his chair with a loud thud. His momentary amusement vanished, replaced by outrage.
"Absolutely not!" He roared. "Interfering in that conflict will reveal the full scope of my identity and power! I am here to accumulate strength, not play nursemaid to a perverted human who is destined to die anyway!"
The possessed Ura remained impassive, her glowing eyes fixed on him.
"Your first assignment is to save Issei Hyoudou from the Fallen angel Raynare." They reiterated.
Sukuna clenched his fists, Cursed Energy beginning to leak from his body. "And what happens if I say no?" He asked, his voice dripping with defiance.
Before the entity could answer, an overwhelming, crushing wave of pain slammed into Sukuna. It wasn't physical injury, but a searing, existential agony that targeted the very core of his being, threatening to extinguish the source of his resurrected life.
"AARRGH!"
Sukuna screamed, dropping instantly to his knees. The force of the pain was paralyzing, forcing a cold sweat to break out across his skin. His Divine Dogs, sensing their master's agony, whimpered loudly, shrinking back into the corner, sharing in his sudden torment.
The possessed Ura stepped over the overturned chair, her voice a chilling whisper of absolute power.
"The consequence of refusal is us taking back the life we gave you. We dragged you out of hell, we can throw you right back in."
The pain intensified for another agonizing second, then vanished as abruptly as it arrived.
Ura's eyes dimmed, the red light fading until they returned to their normal maroon. Her body slumped slightly, and she blinked, the possession officially ending. She looked down at her master's confusion replacing the ancient authority.
Sukuna remained on his hands and knees, breathing heavily, cold sweat dripping onto the floor. He was still clearly shaken, his defiance replaced by the stark realization of the leash he wore.
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