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Warning sexual content disclaimer: All characters and actions are above 18+
Highschool DxD: The Cursed King of Kuoh
S1 Ch 13: Two Devil's Offers
Kuoh Academy felt wrong when it was silent, something Sukuna noticed the moment his polished shoes stepped out from his shadow on past the school gates. There was none of the usual chatter, no laughter, no typical teenage complaints bleeding into the air. The campus had been scrubbed clean of its usual pulse.
The buildings stood pristine and orderly beneath the evening sun, yet there was something that appeared off about the whole presentation. Like an empty stage waiting for actors that would never come. Officially the school had been closed for maintenance, but unofficially Sukuna could practically taste the tension in the air. It was clear if the meeting devolved into a fight the Devils weren't interested in any witnesses or potential human casualties.
"How sweet of them," he thought with a smirk as he watched a handful of faculty move on the grounds, their steps measured, eyes sharp.
Magic wards overlapped the campus like invisible veins, subtle enough to pass for mere security measures, but dense enough to deter anyone or anything from causing trouble without permission. They were scared.
He adjusted his jacket as he walked, the fabric on his suit flowing naturally with his stride. Unlike the sharp suit he had worn to school earlier, this one was looser-still expensive, still deliberate, but designed for comfort rather than intimidation. Charcoal gray with silver accents, with black button up shirt with too many buttons undone and matching pants.
Beside him walked his attendant Ura.
Where Sukuna's presence was audacious and chaotic, Ura's was serene and controlled. She wore a kimono of deep violet and gold, the fabric clinging just enough to be intentional, the neckline cut low enough that it could be considered crude in any other situation besides an supernatural ecchi anime world. Her sleeves swayed with each step, embroidered patterns catching the light like something alive. Her hair, a raven black wave of seamless silk, was pinned up loosely with long pins, strands framing her face in a way that suggested effort had been used to make it look effortless. Her breasts, the size of cantaloupes beneath thin silk, strained against the fabric, jiggling with a life of their own with every step she took.
The stares the pair received were minimal but only because there weren't enough people around at the moment, though the ward reacted all the same. Sukuna felt the wards tighten around his body as he passed, but shrugged it off confident he could dispel them with the flick of a wrist if he had to.
Ura leaned in closer as they walked, her voice a low throaty purr that vibrated deep in his chest.
"They're nervous." She commented.
"They fucking should be." He hummed back.
Ahead, the Occult Research Club building waited-unassuming, almost quaint. A relic masquerading as a club house, hiding a whole other world's activities right under humanity's noses. As they approached a familiar presence stepped out to greet them.
"Ara Ara, you came after all."
Akeno Himejima, Rias Gremory's queen, smiled brightly with her hands behind her back as she inclined her head. Her school uniform, usually as usual, was strained at the seams over her large breasts, the white fabric pulled taut, hinting at the lacy black bra beneath. Her skirt, a short green tartan, swayed just enough to give a fleeting glimpse of dark lace when her body shifted.
Her expression was warm and friendly-too friendly. The kind of smile that invited trust while cataloging weaknesses. Sukuna's gaze flicked to her and lingered just long enough to be considered impolite, as he took in the curve of her hips, and the effortless bounce of her chest with every breath she took.
"You sound surprised." He remarked.
"Oh, just a little." Akeno laughed softly, a husky sound that made the air thrum. "After everything that's happened, I wasn't sure you'd feel inclined to cooperate."
"I don't," Sukuna replied. "I'm just indulging my curiosity, that's all."
Akeno's eyes sparkled, a knowing glint in their depths. "How honest."
She turned, a subtle swivel of her hips, gesturing toward the door with an open palm. The movement caused her skirt to ride up just a fraction, revealing a sliver of thigh.
"Please, follow me. Everyone's waiting."
As they stepped inside, Sukuna's senses unfurled. The moment he crossed the threshold, he let his eyes slip free. Not completely but enough.
The ORC building peeled itself open to his perception, layers of reality sliding aside like thin sheets of glass. Magic saturated the walls, the floors, even the air itself, old and carefully maintained. Sigils overlapped upon sigils, each one reinforcing the illusion of harmlessness while hiding something far more dangerous beneath.
"Clever," he muttered under his breath.
He followed Akeno through the hallway at an unhurried pace, eyes roaming freely now. Her steps were light, almost like a dance, and with each slight turn, her skirt swished, offering brief tantalizing glimpses of her black panties beneath. Akeno seemed to know he was watching, her movements subtly becoming more pronounced, a silent invitation.
As they passed a hallway corridor a sealed door caught his eye. It was clearly sealed with heavy magical reinforcements but pulsed with unstable dark energy.
Sukuna slowed, tilting his head. The power behind it was…different. Not malicious exactly, but chaotic, suppressed, but mostly afraid. The wards around it weren't designed to keep people out-they were designed to keep something in.
"A child?" He muttered.
Akeno paused, glancing back, her smile didn't falter but there was a subtle shift to her posture. Her large breasts, momentarily still, then gave a soft, gentle bounce as she straightened her back.
"Hmm? What was that Sukuna?"
"Nothing." He continued walking. "Just admiring your interior design."
Akeno laughed, a genuine throaty chuckle that vibrated with amusement. Her gaze lingered on him for a beat too long before she turned, a slight sway to her hips as she resumed leading the way.
Ura, walking a half-step behind him, followed his gaze and frowned slightly. She didn't comment, but her awareness sharpened, the golden embroidery on her kimono shimmering as she moved.
Finally they reached the clubroom doors.
Akeno opened them with a flourish, stepping aside with a suggestive lean that showcased the curve of her waist and swell of her chest like a silent dare.
The room was full. Rias Gremory sat on one of the leather couches, her crimson hair cascading over her shoulders like a banner of defiance. Her school uniform was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the generous swell of her cleavage, the fabric stretched taut across her breasts. She sat with an air of calm, composed authority, but Sukuna could see the tension coiled beneath her posture.
A ruler accustomed to being challenged-but never ignored. As he entered, her eyes, a deep piercing blue met his, and she subtly shifted, crossing her legs. The movement caused her short skirt to ride up, offering a clear view of her pale slender thigh and the dark lacy thong peeking out beneath.
To her right stood Akeno, reclaiming her place with graceful ease, her eyes still sparkling with mischief.
Kiba, Koneko, and the rest of Rias' peerage were present, each watching him with varying degrees of curiosity, caution, or outright hostility. Koneko, usually expressionless, watched him closely, a silent indicator of her unease.
Beside Rias sat Sona Sitri.
Where Rias radiated indulgent authority, Sona embodied control. Her posture was immaculate, glasses catching the light as her calculated gaze never left Sukuna. Beside her stood her own queen Tsubaki who seemed ready for combat despite her neutral expression.
Sukuna took the whole scene in, a slow smile spreading across his face, a certain thump to his heart. He quickly made his way over to the opposite couch and without waiting for permission sat down across from the two devil heirs. Crossing one leg over the other he leaned back completely relaxed as an arrogant smile spread across his face.
Ura made her way behind him, hands folded in front of her, while her own ample chest rose and fell with a slow, steady rhythm. Her eyes, observed the room and rested on the two provocative devils who casually displayed their "fruits" to her master. A faint frown played on her lips as she stared at the two devil kings.
Silence filled the room as neither party was eager to be the first to speak. Rias broke it first, her voice smooth as velvet.
"Thank you for coming," she said. "After last night we thought it best to speak to you openly."
Sukuna just leaned back further, his gaze sweeping over Rias's exposed thigh. "Let's get down to business and skip the chit chat shall we." His words were a command not an offer.
Sona adjusted her glasses, the lenses glinting. "Direct. Very well. Then we'll return the courtesy." Her voice was cool, precise, yet held a subtle undercurrent of steel.
Then the questions began. They asked about his origins. His abilities. His real nature and whether or not he was some kind of Youkai hybrid. He answered them one at a time.
"Yes, I really am a former member of the Doumon clan. No, I'm not telling you my abilities. Yes I'm a hybrid of sorts and no I will not be telling you which kind."
When the questions veered too close to the truth, he redirected them with sarcasm or vague half-answers that sounded plausible enough to frustrate without incriminating him. His gaze however never started too far from the tempting displays, noting the way Rias's fingers idly brushed her inner thigh, or Sona offering him glances up her own skirt. The silent signals were not lost on him and only served to make his cock even harder, making him glad he'd chosen to cross his legs at the start of the meeting.
Finally, he waved a hand interrupting Sona mid-sentenced.
"My turn." he announced, making the room become stiff, the tension palpable.
"Why a high school?" Sukuns asked casually, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're both supposed heirs to powerful influential families, so why play dress up around a bunch of fragile humans?"
Rias blinked, her eyes widened slightly unsure how to answer. So Sona decided to take the lead.
"After the Great War, a treaty of sorts was formed. Neutral grounds and territories were established. Places where influence could be cultivated discreetly."
"Children," he surmised. "You're here to gather special children for the devil race."
There was a brief pause before Rias responded.
"Not exactly," she raised her left hand while her right moved her skirt back further exposing more of her red lace thong. "We make offers for certain humans to become one of us, but neither I nor Sona have ever forced a human to join our peerages."
"You can call it whatever you want if it helps you sleep at night." He responded, shrugging his shoulders unbothered while the others frowned.
He then asked about the three factions-Devils, Fallen Angels, Angels-and the fragile peace holding them together. How territory mattered. How their powers were inherited. How the treaty was enforced.
"And now," Sona cut in, her voice hardening. "You've disrupted that balance."
"What? By killing the crow?" Sukuna scoffed, a dark laugh escaping him. "If that's all it takes to threaten your peace, it deserves to fall apart. It was only a matter of time."
Koneko bristled, her small frame tensing, while Kiba's jaw tightened, his knuckle whitening as he clenched his fist. Rias watched him intently, her eyes narrowing slightly with a complex look of frustration and something else-fascination perhaps-spreading across her features.
Sukuna leaned forward slightly, his hard cock becoming more noticeable which made both Rias and Akeno smile at the silent acknowledgement of the game they were playing.
"These are some treacherous waters you find yourself in, Sukuna." Rias smirked.
"Ha," he scoffed. "I live as I please," he continued, his voice low and dangerous. "I take what I want. I kill what I want. I answer to no one's expectations but my own. If someone dies because they crossed me, that's not murder, that's inevitability."
Something flickered in Rias' eyes. It almost seemed like admiration since he described the way she wanted to live her life.
"Be that as it may," Sona spoke before Rias could. "You've managed to make an enemy out of an entire faction of supernatural beings. They will come for you and demand blood for the loss of one of your own. That's why you need allies and protection."
"Oh is that so? And I'm assuming your offering for a price?" He asked half-amused half-curious.
"Yes if you become one of us and join one of our peerages then the fallen won't be able to touch you. Becoming a member of my peerage I will not only give you protection, but any resources, political cover, and stability. You would be insulated from retaliation and given room to grow under my leadership."
"Hmm," he brought his hand to his chin and pretended to consider her offer, making Rias quickly speak up.
"Join mine instead." She said faster than she meant to, while Sona gave her a sharp look, her glasses glinting.
Rias' smile soon grew into a seductive grin. "I will offer you protection as well, but without any restraint over you unlike some people might." She glanced at Sona who scowled. "I offer power, freedom, and all the indulgence you could possibly want. You will never be bored under me I assure you." She emphasized under her quite a bit as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs once again deliberately flashing him.
"Interesting offer," he admitted. "Very interesting." His bulge became more pronounced drawing Rias' gaze who smiled triumphantly.
Then he stood up abruptly. "But I'm gonna have to pass."
The words landed like a bunch to the gut, throwing off all the devils present. Rias frowned, her pink lips pouting while Sona's posture stiffened and her eyes flickered with annoyance.
"...Why?" Rias finally asked.
"I don't kneel," he shrugged, his voice devoid of malice or humor. "Not for kings, not for systems, and certainly not for other people's convince."
He then glanced at the still sitting Rias, a faint smirk growing on his lips. "Though I will say your offer had spirit." Then he glanced at Sona, a mocking glint in his eyes. "Yours however was boring. Not spirit, no enthusiasm, just rules. You focus too much on control and not enough on fun. That's what makes you such a stick in the mud."
Sona became a stuttering mess while the rest of the devils and even her own queen Tsubaki snicker at the arrogant boy's words. He then turned toward the door.
"Well this has been enlightening. But I've had enough for today. My curiosity has been sated."
As he went to leave Akeno made her own move grabbing his right arm and burying it between her two watermelon sized breasts. She leaned in close the scent of her perfume filling his senses.
"Ara Ara, such a bold boy you are," she purred her voice low and husky whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. "Turning down two devil kings. I wonder, do you enjoy being chased Sukuna?" Her eyes, half-lidded, met his, a silent promise of some promiscuous delights.
Sukuna smirked as well, his own voice dropping to a seductive rumble.
"Only when the hunter knows what they're risking." He let his hand cup her chin tilting it up to meet his gaze, a brief tantalizing touch.
Akeno laughed, a delighted chuckle that caused her breasts to jiggle against his arm. Behind him, Ura materialized her fan, swiping it and forcibly separating the two. Ura's red eyes locked with Akeno's, her expression usually serene, held a flash of annoyance.
Before anything could escalate Sukuna raised his hand signaling for Ura to stand down, which she promptly did. The two then bid farewell before leaving the same way they came. Once outside the ORC building Ura spoke up.
"She's irritating." Ura huffed as she exhaled sharply.
"She's fun," he responded back as he walked. "Don't be so jealous just because her breasts are bigger than yours."
Ura refused to comment and just huffed again as Sukuna used Shadow Travel between buildings and teleported them home.
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After the pair had left without another word, nobody spoke. Rias remained seated on the couch beside Sona, eyes flickering to the opposite couch where Sukuna had been sitting moments prior. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts, her chest rising and falling causing her unbuttoned blouse to gape even further, revealing more of the valley between her breasts.
Akeno shifted first, glancing toward her president, her smile now a knowing, wicked curve. "Ara Ara, he certainly has a way with words."
Kiba nodded stiffly, his hand finally unballing. "He's dangerous."
"That much is clear," Rias replied, her voice even losing the seductive tone it held moments prior.
Koneko said nothing, but continued to look uneasy at the door. Rias finally straightened and pulled herself together.
"That will be all for now, how about you guys give me and Sona a minute."
There was a flicker of surprise among her peerage, but none of them argued. One by one they filed out of the room, Akeno lingered just long enough to offer Rias a knowing look. An unspoken understanding of the effect they had on the young man, before Rias nodded her head and Akeno left with the others.
Next to her Sona finally regained her composure.
"Tsubaki."
"Yes, president." Tsubaki bowed her eyes still holding a hint of amusement from Sukuna's parting words. She had never seen anyone get under her king's skin as much as Sukuna had managed to.
"You may go as well," she finally said sternly. "And expect some discipline later for that laugh."
The queen gulped lightly, before nodding her head and making her way out of the club room, closing the door behind her. The room fell silent again, this time completely.
Sona adjusted her glasses slowly, the gesture a small anchor for her composure. "This situation has become more chaotic than I anticipated."
Rias exhaled, a shaky breath, and sank deeper into the couch now that her peerage wasn't around.
"Which one? The fallen angels or Sukuna?"
"Yes," she responded.
Rias glanced sideways at her friend and fellow king, a hint of a smile growing on her face. "That doesn't answer the question."
Sona's lips tightened. She moved to one of the windows pushing the curtain aside and looking out of the empty school that was illuminated by the setting sun.
"Issei wasn't the only one the Fallen tried to kill yesterday." She said coldly as her posture became rigid.
Rias immediately sat up, her posture changing as well, a sudden tension in her shoulders. "Explain."
"Yesterday, probably around the same time they targeted Issei, they killed Saji."
The words settled heavily between them. Rias' eyes widened, her previous cheerfulness draining away.
"What?" Was all she managed to say.
Sona's grip tightened against the windowsill, her knuckles turning white. Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion, masking her deeper feelings. "He was lured away by one of the Fallen women. Same ambush, same pattern, but unlike Issei no one was there to save him."
For a moment, Rias didn't speak. The implications both personal and political crashed down on her.
"...I'm sorry," she said finally, her voice barely a whisper.
"So am I. Not only because he would've made a valuable peerage member, but now I have to contact my sister and explain to her the Fallen's actions."
Rias winced. "Serafall is going to lose her mind."
"Without a doubt," Sona replied flatly, turning away from the window, her gaze hard. "This is going to be a political nightmare. Fallen angels crossing lines. Killing scared gear users before they can be recruited. And now-" She turned, her eyes sweeping back to the empty couch. "-him."
Rias nodded as she leaned back, her eyes drifting upward, a hand coming to rest on her chest, feeling a slight beat to her heart.
"He lives exactly as he wants to live. No fear, no guilt, no apologies." She said with a hint of envy in her voice.
Sona studied her friend carefully, her expression unreadable. "That's what draws you to him?"
Rias didn't respond at first as a faint blush spread across her cheeks. A quiet admission to her question.
"...It's just…I just don't want to live in a cage either," she said softly, her voice barely audible. "Not anymore."
Sona closed her eyes briefly, a flicker of understanding, perhaps even sympathy crossing her face. "Neither do I. But things are expected of us as heirs to great houses."
Silence stretched again-thick and thoughtful. Then Sona spoke, cutting cleanly though it, her voice sharp and resolute.
"I want him."
Rias stiffened, her head snapping up, her eyes wide with alarm.
"You can't have him," Rias said immediately, the words like a fierce growl.
Sona raised an eyebrow, a cool, challenging look in her eyes. "I beg your pardon?"
"My situation is-" Rias stopped herself, her fingers curling into her skirt, digging into her thigh. "You know what's coming. The engagement. Riser. I need help. I need power."
"And I need leverage if I want my Rating Game academy to become a reality," she shot back. "With Saji dead, my options are limited. I need him too."
Both young devils looked ready to trade blows at any second, until finally Sona took a breath and raised her hand.
"Maybe there's a fair way we can settle this," she said slowly, "One which could benefit both of us. Issei is still alive, correct?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Perfect, then there is a potential recruit for both of us."
Rias frowned, her brow furrowing. "What do you mean?"
Sona leaned forward, placing a hand on the couch. "You need to choose."
Rias blinked, her eyes wide with uncertainty. "Choose what?"
"Which boy do you want?" she responded flatly.
The words hit harder than she expected.
"Sona I-"
"Issei or Sukuna," Sona said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. "You don't get both."
"That's not fair," Rias snapped, standing abruptly, her chair scraping loudly across the floor. Her breasts heaved with indignation. "You can't just-"
"I can," Sona interrupted, her voice cutting though Rias's protest. "And I am."
Rias stood, trembling, her mind racing.
Issei was weak and practically helpless, but according to Koneko his scared gear smelled draconic which meant he'd grow very powerful with the right guiding hand. And with his known perversion he'd be an easy recruit if her and Akeno were there to tempt him with their "assets".
Sukuna on the other hand was already powerful and experienced, and would only grow stronger as a devil. The fact he could take a Fallen down by himself only further cemented his worth in her eyes. Though with his rebellious and chaotic attitude he'd be difficult to control. Her hands trembled, her fingers digging into her palms. The choice was agonizing.
She closed her eyes, a silent debate weighing in her mind over cost and benefits over which boy she wanted to join her peerage. After a few moments passed she finally opened them, her decision was clear, a certain glint in her eyes.
"I'll take Sukuna."
Sona studied her for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable in her gaze. Then she nodded.
"Very well, then I'll take in Issei."
Rias's shoulders slouched unhappy with losing a potential asset, even if it was to her friend.
"I've arranged for him to be brought to the school tomorrow," Sona continued, her voice regaining its usual composure. "I doubt he'll come on his own after what happened."
Rias nodded slowly, her mind already shifting and calculating her recruitment offer.
As Sona turned to leave, Rias spoke again-a quiet resolute, fierce determination hardening her usually soft features.
"I'll make him see things my way."
Sona paused at the door, her hand on the knob. She turned her head slightly, her gaze meeting Rias's. "Just be careful."
Then she closed the door behind her. The room felt larger now that she was all alone. Or perhaps just emptier. She remained seated on the couch, her fingers fiddling with her skirt, as her gaze traced the room of her school club. This room had been her sanctuary for years-a place where she could be a normal girl playing and studying the occult instead of a noble devil bound by bloodlines and contracts.
Now it felt like a cage.
She replayed the meeting in her mind. The bold young man's posture. They way he met her gaze without reverence or fear, though like most boys his eyes lingered on certain parts of her body, though with a more appreciative challenging look, rather than pure lust. Most people wanted something from her. Power, protection, favor, or even affection. But Sukuna had wanted nothing from her. He sat across from two devil kings, spoke to them as if they were peers, and then walked out.
Rias pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heart beat faster than she'd like to admit. A delicious shiver ran through her, that heated up her core. Her nipples were already sensitive, hardened even further against the lace of her bra.
Sona was right of course, Rias was drawn to him and she knew why. He represented everything she was not allowed to be; unrestricted, unapologetic, and free. He didn't bow to anyone if he didn't want to and acted the way he wanted to, consequences be damned.
Rias let out a slow breath, her lips parting slightly. Her engagement to Riser loomed like a shadow over her life, one she could feel growing longer with each passing day. Everyone had told her that the marriage was necessary, that it was a good match, that it was for the good of House Gremory. Sukuna would have laughed in their faces at that. The thought made her smile faintly, a wicked curve to her lips.
"I'll make him join me," she thought.
But even as the words echoed back to her, doubt started to creep in. Could she really bind someone like him? Would she be able to control him? Then another thought entered her mind.
"I don't need to control him, I just need to unleash him."
A thrilling image entered her mind. She imagined Sukuna tearing through her enemies, his strength raw and untamed. She pictured him facing Riser, the smug arrogant asshole, brought to his knees in front of her. The thought sent a jolt of arousal through her, a hot flush spreading across her skin.
Her fingers, still fiddling with her skirt, began to move, slowly under the fabric as images continued to flash in her mind. She saw Riser's face contorted in fear, as Sukuna's hand gripped his throat. She saw the devastation and broken spirit of the flaming chicken as he sobbed on the ground. A low moan escaped her lips as her fingers traced the delicate lace of her thong. Her other hand rose, cupping one of her own breasts kneading the soft flesh through the uniform, her nipple hardening to a painful peak.
She needed him. She wanted him. His power, his chaos, everything.
With a sudden, almost desperate urge, she pushed the couch back as she stood. Suddenly her tight uniform felt too tight, too constricting. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, tearing them open fully, revealing the dark lace bra and her generous chest. She unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor as hand pushed her damp thong aside, finding throbbing warmth underneath. A small gasp escaped her lips as she pleasured herself.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her hips beginning a slow rhythmic grind. She wanted him and she'd have him, no matter the cost.
A moment later, a magical message imbued with a husky breathless urgency contacted her queen.
"Akeno…come back to the club room. Now."
As she sent the message, Rias began stripping off the rest of her uniform, letting it fall to the floor. Resolved had already hardened inside of her. She would have Sukuna, and she would use anything in her arsenal to acquire him, and she truly meant anything.
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