One week has passed since I, the supernatural? Tsukune Aono, have enrolled in the not-so-accommodating-for-humans Yokai Academy, an institution meant to reform and teach young monsters how to integrate into the Human World in an attempt at lifting the heavy pressure on the small pocket dimensions where a large concentration of Yokais could be found.
Even though I have finished high school and even gotten my university degree, the fact I had to relive the same 'boring' lectures, all packaged in a different language and culture, didn't change anything in alleviating my suffering and boredom.
Still, for the time being I decided to have a full attendance, except certain classes such as "Japanese Literature" worse, 'Classical Japanese' taught by Shizuka-sensei could be said to be my nemesis. It was an annoyance learning all these new subjects that you knew deep down wouldn't help you with much, but for a 'young adult' who overcame university it was nothing.
Highschool was a breeze in hindsight. Quiet and peaceful, as it should be. Ohh, who am I kidding, it's a mess. I want a refund! Kami-sama, do you hear me? I even started integrating in this world to please you, and I want to go back, but can I pretty please have Moka, the whole package, with me?
No? Mm-kay, back to my boring school life.
My start had been rough when it came to 'bullies', but the situation was handled professionally, if not a bit messily, but after the Orc incident, no noteworthy incidents have surrounded me and my new vampire friend. In fact, since I took care of Saizo with Inner Moka, my notoriety grew considerably, since most students wouldn't even consider that the bubbly, diligent, and helpful idol of the first years could even defeat a brute like Saizo Komiya.
His disappearance from Class B was a relief for the students, especially for the girls, but even the weak yokai boys felt lighter compared to the first two days.
All sorts of rumours circulated around the classroom, some believing that Saizo just got bored and began skipping school entirely, to those who were more gossip-savvy, knowing the open conflict between me and that idiot, even having spectated the incident where my head almost got busted, only for a wall to be pulverized.
They believed that I was the cause of his disappearance, and that, in fact, I managed to kill Saizo in our fight for 'Moka's hand'. I felt stupid hearing all those rumors about myself, but as a popular businessman said, 'All publicity is good publicity', and with higher notoriety, I was left alone for this whole week.
The fourth day of attending Yokai Academy, and day 2 since killing Saizo, I was summoned to the Headmaster's office, the missive delivered by a silent, floating Kasa-obake, calling both Moka and me, which brought Moka and me tons of nerves, especially for Moka, who worried about me being punished for a crime. What happened inside? I can only summarize the whole visit to the Headmaster's office in three words: "Worrying for nothing".
Headmaster Tenmei Mikogami, who was cosplaying as an old catholic monk, knew of my transgressions but didn't condemn my actions, just saying that death is part of the life cycle of the Yokai, and that he'll take care of any complaints from the deceased's parents. However, he also warned me that wanton killings and 'accidents' will not be allowed on the premises of his Academy, regardless of who was the assailant, but this didn't mean self-defense would be forbidden.
I took this message to heart, and this put me in a bind, because my initial plan for growth was centered on hunting down E and D-tier Yokais from the Dorm. It was frustrating because I even put in the effort of scouting targets, but hey, nothing is perfect, especially in a Supernatural world.
Since hunting down the weaker Yokais was off-limits, it left me with two new paths: one was defeating or subjugating hostile Yokais that either challenge me or that I challenge for a fight, while the second path was... training. It fills me with a bitter taste in my mind just thinking of all the salty sweat and muscle pain, but without alternatives, I would go all-out into becoming a training junkie.
Well, it has been only one week.
Standing before the cracked mirror in the common hallway bathroom, brushing my teeth and observing the morning chaos. Around me, I could see the various Yokais having a hard time keeping up their human morphing, and it was exactly those Yokais struggling to morph into their human forms that were easy targets, all of them E or D-tier Yokais.
Checking my stats, I let out a long sigh that froze some of the weakling Yokais, causing a nearby Gaki to shiver and scuttle away.
---[Core Stats]---
Strength: E (51/100)
Agility: E (48/100)
Vitality: D (38/100)
Intelligence: C (64/100)
---[Supernatural Stats]---
Mana: C (60/100)
'The changes are otherworldly. If I put all my strength, I could topple a small-sized tree.'
'But, I guess I wouldn't get much from hunting them anyway. Since even killing the pest-like Yokai from the basement didn't give much stat points. In fact, when I did last night's workout, I gained more than when I spent the entire night hunting down those cockroaches with monster faces.'
'I should also refocus on my Magic Study, since I have the potential with my grade at C-tier. But, even if I read the available books on Magic or the Dark Arts of the Yokai, it's all content that is applicable for a Monster constitution, which from my assumption conflicts with my body type.'
'Why not think about us poor humans? Even if I'm studious, it doesn't matter; I will still be an S-tier monster's stool? because we weren't given the same chances.'
'Jokes aside... even Moka-chan isn't of much help when it comes to power-leveling. I think only if onee-san wakes up and I catch her in a good mood would she deign to teach me anything useful. Any supernatural techniques to defend myself would do it.'
'But, it's been one week and there have been no opportunities for her to wake up. I could just pull Moka-chan's rosary, but that would be a dick move, and I would rather not, since I like the pink one too much to betray her trust like that.'
'She might not be of much help, but when it came to keeping me company and warding off boredom, she was a maestro.'
And yeah, shifting my attention to Moka-chan, I couldn't help but be pleased at her steady transformation, from experiencing her initial shyness and meekness that reminded me of a certain well-endowed kunoichi, whose voice was exactly the same as hers, to now being an unexpected surprise for me. However, one thing didn't change: her hopeless naivety about social dynamics, but overall, she was a fiercely loyal friend.
Finished with my morning routine, I checked my flip phone, of course, for the clock, and with only 20 minutes until the first class, I went off, carrying only my black leather school bag, dressed in the standard attire of the Yokai Academy, with some changes to my tie, which I wore loosely.
"Hey! Look! It's her!"
"It's Moka!"
"Wow! She looks even cuter than usual... Like there's a golden light all around her."
Hearing all this commotion, not even halfway to the school, I slowed down my walking pace for her to catch up, and I could only chuckle at how hard some of these guys were simping for her. Are the majority of the monsters in this Academy hopeless perverts?
"So... BRIGHT!!"
"Moka Akashiya... The hottest girl in first year, noo, in the whole school!"
"Look, she's waving in my direction. Yes, baby, come I'll give you a hug."
"You wish, she's smiling at me, obviously."
"No, it's me she's looking at. You guys are blind."
This is the 3rd time these hopeless idiots have been making a scene this week. Wasn't it enough that she rejected more than 20+ confessions on the 2nd day of school? For this, I could only appreciate their resilience, but come on, give the girl a break; she made it clear she's not interested in dating anyone.
"Ahhh, good morning, Tsukune~!" Her voice, bright and clear, cut through the noise. She materialized at my side, beaming, and immediately looped her arm through mine, snuggling close to my shoulder. The scent of roses and something uniquely her washed over me.
"Morning to you too, Moka-chan." I also put my arm behind her back, doing a gentle caress while making eyes with her.
She leaned in closer, step by subtle step, a playful "predator" stalking her "prey." Just as she seemed ready to claim some unspeakable breakfast prize, I raised my index finger and gently pushed it against her smooth forehead, stopping her advance.
"Why are you such a bad girl? Breaking the school's rule on a daily basis doesn't speak much for the reputation you have as a 'diligent' girl. Right?"
"Mooo," she pouted, her lower lip jutting out adorably. "You always cut my breakfast short. Besides, it's not like anyone really cares. Ahh, people seem upset again. I wonder why?"
"I told you why," I sighed, playing along. "But your brain functions only when you have blood circulating."
"Hehe, stop jesting with me, Tsukune," she giggled, squeezing my arm. "I'm confident in how smart I am. Remember, I got the best grade on Ririko-sensei's math test. You barely passed."
"It's only 9th-grade Math problems. They are child's play. I'd ace it if I actually tried."
"Stop lying, Tsukune. I've seen you, no, heard you complaining that you 'couldn't remember' the Quadratic Function."
"Moka-chan…" I gave her my most wounded look. "Trust me. You misheard."
Like... for real, who even remembers the math they've done back in high school? In my memory, I remember Calculus and Complex Analysis. And truth be told, I didn't bother with tests; I was too busy staring at Ririko-sensei's assets to bother writing anything down. Hehe, and when you see how she dresses, she's the BDSM type for sure; it gets me all excited thinking about it.
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"Sure, sure," Moka said, clearly not believing a word. "Let's go to class."
"If you insist, Miss Diligence."
We continued on, arm-in-arm, with a casual intimacy between friends. In our wake, the gaggle of admirers was left with expressions of sour dejection that curdled into barely concealed hatred.
A tall, lanky student with hair that flickered like a weak flame—a low-tier Hitodama at only D-tier—scowled after us. "Tsk. It's Aono Tsukune again. Doesn't he have his own friends? Or a hole to crawl into?"
"Right?" agreed a stocky boy with pebbled, greyish skin, a young D-tier Namahage, perhaps. "He's always there. Morning, lunch, after school. It's like he's glued to her side. It's unnatural!"
A third, with sleek, oil-black hair and eyes that held a predatory glint—a D-tier Tanuki playing up the 'cool guy' act—shook his head in theatrical despair. "Why is a goddess like Moka Akashiya wasting her radiance on that? He's… he's so plain. He doesn't shimmer, he doesn't have an aura, he doesn't even have a cool tell! My second tail is more impressive than his whole existence!"
The Hitodama's fiery hair flared brighter with agitation. "It's an injustice! A crime against aesthetics! I won't stand for it any longer!" He took a step forward, his form flickering. "Let's corner him after school. Teach him a lesson about knowing his place. A little scare and he'll get the message."
"Whoa, easy there, Kazemaru. Simmer down." The calm, cautionary voice came from the edge of their group. Leaning against the stone wall of the walkway was a smaller yokai with large, bat-like ears that twitched constantly.
A Miminashi Hōichi, or something similar, yet his threat grade was at B-tier. His name was Ginjirō, and he was known for being a gossip magnet; in fact, he knew lots of rumors, true or not.
Kazemaru (the Hitodama) whirled on him. "Easy? What's there to be easy about, Gin? He's a blight on us pure gentlemen!"
Ginjirō pushed off the wall, his large ears flattening slightly. "You're from Class C, right? You don't share classes with him. You don't know."
"Know what?" growled the stony Namahage. "That he's got a pretty face? We have eyes."
"I know he's a leech on Moka-sama's time!" Kazemaru added.
Ginjirō sighed, the sound carrying the weight of exasperation at his stupid friends. "Look. Let's connect the dots, even if you can't see. Moka Akashiya. Pale skin, avoids sunlight, drinks from those medical blood packs at lunch. Obvious, right? Vampire. Probably high-class."
"Okay, and?" the cool-guy Tanuki prompted, though a flicker of unease was in his eyes now.
"And who do vampire nobles, especially the old-blood ones, associate with? Who are they allowed to associate with, for 'lineage purity' or whatever crusty tradition they have?" Ginjirō let the question hang. "Other vampires."
The group fell silent for a moment, the implication sinking in. Tanuki's confident smirk faded. "You're saying… Aono is…"
"I'm saying the Moka Fanclub's research division… yes, they have one, don't ask me how I know, they are creeps... has a theory," Ginjirō said, lowering his voice. "He never shows a true form. Not a flicker. That's either incredible control, which a first-year shouldn't have… or he's something so powerful his human guise is flawless. They think he's vampire nobility. Her betrothed from another clan. That's why she's so comfortable with him.
"But he seems so… weak," the Namahage protested, though his stony voice lacked its earlier conviction. "He doesn't carry himself like a fighter."
"Exactly!" Ginjirō's voice dropped to a near-whisper. "That's the scariest part. He doesn't need to. Remember Saizo Komiya?"
A heavy quiet descended. Everyone remembered the boisterous, terrifying orc who had swaggered through the first days, marking his territory.
"Big guy from Class B had a rep as a gangbanger while outside," Ginjirō continued, his bat-like ears swiveling as if checking for eavesdroppers. "Challenged Aono openly. Threatened him over Moka. There was a confrontation in the morning, and by afternoon… what happened?"
"Saizo stopped coming to school," the Tanuki murmured.
"He vanished," Ginjirō corrected. "No transfer notice. No rumors of him causing trouble elsewhere. Just… poof. Gone. And the very next day, Aono Tsukune shows up without a scratch, walking with Moka like nothing happened. Now, you tell me. A loud-mouthed C-Class menace picks a fight with a seemingly weak guy, and the menace disappears forever. What does that say about the 'weak guy'?"
The Namahage swallowed hard, a grating sound. "You think Aono killed him?"
"I think," Ginjirō said, his eyes serious, "that the teachers didn't ask a single question. The Disciplinary Committee lead by that scary senpai, Kuyō, didn't investigate. It was all quietly swept away. You only get that kind of cleanup if the one who did the cleaning is either too scary to question, or…" he glanced meaningfully toward the distant, castle-like main building, "...has approval from much higher up."
Kazemaru's fire had guttered out completely, leaving smoky, disappointed wisps. "So, what? We just give up? He's S-Class or something?"
Ginjiro shrugged, already resuming his role as an observant admirer who would be there to scoop Moka in his arms if she gets heartbroken by Tsukune. "You shouldn't try your pranks on him, lest you get the same fate as Saizo."
The cool-guy Tanuki looked at his hands, then back at the retreating figures of Tsukune and Moka, now small in the distance. The casual way Tsukune's arm lay around her made him gnash his teeth.
"…This sucks, feels like I've been cheated on." Kazemaru finally muttered, the fight utterly drained from him.
The Namahage just stared at the ground, his earlier bravado replaced by a cold, rational fear. "Yeah. It really does."
Ginjirō nodded, his work done. "Welcome to Yokai Academy."
A couple of E-tier Yokais who knew no better let out their frustrations aloud. "NOOO! I can't accept this."
Away from the huddled, despairing group of boys, hiding in the shadow of a tree but with a perfect view of the commotion, another observer watched the scene unfold. Her long, light ocean-blue ponytail twitched with irritation, mirroring the flick of her tail that revealed based on her mood swings.
"Tsk. Pathetic," Kurumu muttered under her breath, her full, glossed lips pursed in disdain.
Her amethyst eyes, framed by thick, dramatic lashes, tracked the departing figures of Tsukune and Moka with open contempt before sweeping back to the groveling fan club. "All this noise, all this drama… for that."
The entire first week had been nothing but a mounting frustration for the young succubus. Her grand, meticulously planned entrance to Yokai Academy, with her mission of bewitching the entire male student body, sift through the chaff, and identify her one, perfect, storybook "Destined One" had been completely derailed.
Not by a rival succubus, not by a powerful anti-charm ward, but by a single, naive, pink-haired vampire who seemed to operate on pure, oblivious magnetism.
While she had practiced her alluring glances and calculated her best angles that would put in highlight the best traits of her beautiful body, Moka Akashiya just had to stand there and give you a smile, and the simps would melt.
And what was more infuriating was that half of the first years were admiring Moka. It was an insult to the millennia of seductive arts in her bloodline.
Now, seeing these sniveling males crying over Moka while ignoring her, the perfect Succubus that could make their dreams ever so sweeter, a slow, wicked smile curved on her petite lips. If they wanted a goddess to worship, she'd give them a taste of real divine attention. A little corrective demonstration.
She hopped from her spot with a lightness that belied her generous proportions. Her plain white polo shirt strained slightly with the movement, and her red bow-tie sat perfectly centered against the pale yellow of her vest. She smoothed her miniskirt and strode toward the dejected huddle, her black dress shoes clicking a confident rhythm on the stone path.
The boys were too wrapped in their shared misery to notice her approach, until she was right among them. The air subtly changed, growing warmer, sweeter, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine.
"Honestly," she sighed, her voice a honeyed, melodic chide that instantly commanded their attention. "Making such a scene over one girl. Don't you have any pride?"
Kazemaru, the Hitodama, looked up, his fiery hair sparking back to life not with anger, but with sudden, confused interest. The Namahage's stony jaw went slack. The cool-guy Tanuki's practiced smirk vanished, replaced by blank, rapt attention. Ginjirō's large bat ears perked straight up, then drooped, his usual cunning expression melting into one of dopey awe.
Kurumu didn't need to cast a grand spell. Her Succubus charm felt almost passive to her.
She made eye contact with each of them in turn, her purple eyes seeming to deepen, to swirl with a captivating allure. A faint, rosy glow, visible only to those attuned to the supernatural, emanated from her, wrapping them in a cocoon of pleasant, foggy admiration.
"It must be so tiring," she cooed, tilting her head, her ponytail swaying. "Chasing after someone who doesn't even see you. When there are others… much closer… who appreciate strong, attentive boys."
Her words were meaningless, pleasant syrup, but layered with her charm magic, they felt like profound, personal truths. The boys' earlier despair over Moka evaporated, replaced by a single, overwhelming focus: the beautiful blue-haired girl in front of them.
"Yeah…" the Namahage mumbled, nodding slowly. "Tiring…"
"So… appreciate…" Kazemaru echoed, his flames burning a steady, enthralled blue.
Kurumu reached out and casually adjusted the Tanuki's crooked tie, her fingers brushing his chest. He shuddered, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "You should smile more," she whispered. "For me."
It was laughably easy. Like taking candy from babies, and these babies were even willing to hand it over. With a few words and a glance, she had them wrapped around her little finger, their previous loyalties forgotten in a haze of infatuation over her charms and beauty.
She let her gaze linger on them for a moment longer, savoring all of the power that this sense of validation was giving her. This was how it was supposed to be, but it left a bitter taste in her mouth; it wasn't like the feeling and sensation she gained from being teased by that sweet candy of a man.
Then, with a final, dismissive glance toward the long-gone Moka and Tsukune, she turned on her heel. "Do try to act with more dignity from now on, boys," she said over her shoulder, her tone light but carrying the weight of her command.
She walked away, leaving the group staring after her with identical, dazed expressions, a little line of bewitched puppets whose strings she had effortlessly picked up. The immediate frustration was soothed, her pride momentarily salvaged, but she planned her small revenge already.
'If you continue getting in my way, it is only fair I take back what should have been mine to begin with. Tsukune-kun, you will be mine. My lovely, delicious, and hot servant.'
With that, she moved down toward class, but her steps slowed when she saw a scene.
It was Moka lowering her head toward Tsukune's neck, kissing? Kurumu guessed that she was biting his neck for blood.
"I think I'm addicted to your blood, Tsukune!" Moka's voice floated over, bright and embarrassingly earnest.
Tsukune's response was a playful, melodramatic sigh. "Do you only love my blood? This saddens me… Now I just feel used."
Kurumu watched, and her expression was filled with disgust and annoyance when looking at Moka, while shifting to Tsukune, it was back to a fascination. She didn't dare get closer, not risking her safe spot, and couldn't make out what Tsukune was saying to that pink-hair.
She saw Moka fluster, trying to make amends, only for Tsukune to tease her further, leaning in as if for a kiss. The vampire maiden, overcome by a rush of emotions, including shyness and left with no option out as he closed in to get his own payment, in her flustered state, she shoved him, all but panic, but with her S-class supernatural strength, Tsukune was sent flying, stumbling back.
"W-Wait! I didn't mean to push that hard!" Moka squeaked, her face as red as her eyes. Before Tsukune could respond, she turned and fled toward the school building in a blur of pink and embarrassment.
Tsukune was left alone, watching her go. He rubbed his chest where she'd pushed him, then let out a low, self-deprecating chuckle. "Worth the shot."
If this was the F-rated Tsukune, he would without a doubt be sent flying out of the campus and back to the forest. He wasn't hurt per se; in fact, he felt the gap between himself and Moka closing each day, and those defenses she still puts on when it is convenient for her will disintegrate under his step-by-step methodical approach in winning her heart and soul.
As for Kurumu watching the 'show', her face turned all focused, as if locking in on a target.
'This is it.' The perfect opportunity. 'Now with that bitch away, I can charm Tsukune and turn him into my servant. Ahh, he's also hurt, and vulnerable from the rejection.' Kurumu's mind, honed for seduction, assembled a plan in milliseconds. It was simple, classic, and with her charms, utterly foolproof.
She let her shoulders slump, her confident posture melting into one of delicate weakness. She took a few staggering steps into the clearing, one hand flying to her forehead. She let out a soft, breathy gasp, perfectly pitched to be heard.
Her voice, when she spoke, was a frail, trembling thread, laced with just a hint of a seductive huskiness. "Someone… please… help me…"
She swayed dramatically, her eyes fluttering shut. "I'm so… faint…"
Then, with the precise, practiced grace of a falling dove, she let herself collapse right onto the path in front of him.
Back to Tsukune, he had this perplexed expression for a brief moment, as if he didn't expect this turn of events.
'So, you've decided to act, Succubus-chan? Then, let's have some fun while we're at it. A bit of groping there, up, down, pinching, we have the whole damsel-in-distress platter served.'
'Just make sure to not get trapped fully by her charms, since I've read in that Bestiary that Succubuses have to seal the deal either by draining your will orally, or draining your essence with their vagina.'
'Either way, it's a win for me.'
'Wait, if she gets hostile, I can take her down and win some stat points from the System. It still doesn't view her as hostile.'
[Name: Kurumu Kurono]
[Threat Level: B (Succubus)]
Of course, he played his part. "Hey! Are you alright?" I hurried to her side, crouching down. Up close, her devilish beauty was even more striking; her body seemed sculpted to inspire sin.
"Might be a lack of Vitamin D," I commented idly as I slid an arm under her shoulders, helping her sit up. Her back felt surprisingly firm and warm against my arm.
"I… I don't know…" she murmured, leaning into me heavily. "I suddenly got so dizzy. Do you… do you think it's from lacking vitamins?"
'Of course, you need to be plowed.'
"It's usually due to a lack of Vitamins, such as D," I said, my tone carefully neutral between concern and clinical.
"Oh… thank you so much," she breathed, her voice a whisper against my neck. "I've always been… delicate, you see. The walk from the dorm just drains me so. And my chest…"
Yeah, big melons might make the implants of some OnlyFans ones look too small.
She guided my free left hand with her own, pressing it boldly against the soft, generous swell of her breast. She even subtly manipulated my fingers, making me 'grope' her. "…See? I have these terrible spasms here. Can you feel it?"
'Sensation? Firm but also marshmellowy. Not saggy at all. They seem natural.'
I kept my expression focused, acting as if this was a medical concern. Hey, you might not know, but Humans are the ones who invented theater and drama. Of course, I wouldn't be defeated by a Yokai at manipulation.
"My chest beats so fast and hard. It feels so tight, like it could just burst!!"
By this point, if roles were reversed, I would be in jail for sexual assault, but I was a gentleman, so I could only enjoy it as she pressed her chest into my side and then my right pectoral.
"…I can, uh, sense the tachycardia," I said, my voice admirably steady as I held back a chuckle and a perverted smile. "We should go to the nurse's office. It could be something chronic."
"I think… I can alleviate some of the pain if I just rest," Kurumu whispered, her acting flawless, the fragile girl in unbearable, intimate discomfort. "Is there… anything you could do? To help me?"
"I've heard," I said slowly, as if recalling a half-remembered fact, "that massaging the pectoral muscles and the nerves in the area can provide short-term relief for tension and discomfort."
Kurumu, still held in my arms, turned to look up at me. Her amethyst eyes were wide, glistening with unshed tears of 'pain' and vulnerability. "It's… worth a try. You're such a reliable man, Tsukune-kun. Unlike others."
She let a small, grateful smile touch her lips. "By the way, we never introduced ourselves in class. My name is Kurumu Kurono. We should be friends… okay?"
I could perceive a small pulse of magic from the Succubus as she was looking at me with her amethyst-like eyes, and while I was affected by her beauty, I was preparing mentally for a Charm attack. I had goosebumps over my arms, but I wasn't fully under her spell, which showed on her reaction.
She appeared to be weaker, collapsing down, but I grabbed her by her underarms and helped her up.
"Sorry, Tsukune-kun. It was another episode. I'm sorry for being such a bother. What a friend I can be, right?"
"It's all good." I said, hefting her up more securely. Her body, how can I say, was sinfully soft, like it's some heavenly pillow.
"I've taken care of drunken friends in the past. Bad analogy. And, I do want to be friends with you, Kurumu-chan. For starters, let's walk by the lake for better air, get your head cleared, and while we're at it, I can also do my treatment. How does it sound?"
"I… I can only follow your lead, Tsukune-kun," she murmured, leaning her head on my shoulder, hiding a frown.
'Tsk, what is wrong with this guy? He doesn't act like a love-struck fool like the other pathetic vermin. For now, let's follow his lead, and come up with another contingency plan to make him fall under my Charm Spell.'
'He doesn't give me the feeling of a pervert. While he did look at my body, it wasn't in that indecent manner like others. I can feel he wants to help me...'
'Hmph, am I getting weak from his act of kindness? I'm only letting you touch me so my Charm can work foolproof, and to parade you like my pet in front of that witch, Moka Akashiya.'
I didn't care what she was thinking in her little head; I, for certain, was focusing on her tits' physics. They sure bounce around a lot; might make great assets for paizuri. Ahem, let's focus on the mission. If I get any tips, it's because of my poker face and hand dexterity.
Shifting their route toward the Lake while Tsukune was holding Kurumu up, helping her walk, as she pressed her body, rubbing it into his own, this act of closeness, even blatant romantic interest, was witnessed by a pair of wide, heartbroken green eyes.
Moka had returned from the school building, her initial panic and shame melting into a deep, gnawing worry.
She was worrying for his safety, knowing his real identity as a normal human, and also felt bad for the way she overreacted to his teasing, worse, she felt bad for pushing him so hard that it might have hurt his feelings. That was just her reacting out of nervousness and shyness when being put on the spot, not able to face her own feelings for what she thought of Tsukune.
After all, to her, Tsukune was her first friend, her only friend, the first person to drink their blood from, which for a vampire girl couldn't be forgotten, almost as important as a first kiss.
When Moka saw Tsukune holding the blue-haired girl so gently, helping her walk in the opposite direction of the academy, she was shocked, confused, hurt—all sorts of emotions unknown to her up to this point came overwhelming her. She wanted to call his name, tell him she was sorry for hurting him, but now with another girl in the equation, she was a nervous wreck.
She stood like a statue in place, watching the two walk off, and depression washed over her.
Returning back to class, she couldn't focus at all on the class, her thoughts constantly on Tsukune, and the blue-haired girl that acted so close with him, it felt as if she took her place in Tsukune's life.
While on recess, she hadn't seen Tsukune nor the blue-haired girl return back to Class; this made her more frustrated.
"I can't believe this... Who is she? What is she to you, Tsukune? What about me?" Moka was all alone, supporting her back on a wall.
"Oh, but why am I so... shocked? It hurts so bad. Why do I always feel like sucking blood when I'm with Tsukune? What's wrong with me...? Was he right? I'm just using Tsukune for his blood?"
She was all depressed now, doing a lament, only for the Rosary on her heart to suddenly flash with crimson light from its gemstone, and another voice to be heard inside her mind.
["Enough. Quit whining about something so insignificant. That fool wouldn't think of you in that way."]
"Huh?! Wh-what?! Who? That voice...? The one from my dreams."
["Weakling, snap out of it. Don't let your guard down; I can feel a hostile energy targeting you."]
A new voice snapped Moka from her confused state.
"So... They say you're a vampire." Kurumu was seated on the stair rail, legs crossed, her body posture all showing confidence as her face had this victorious smirk, as if what she had done with Tsukune back at the lakeside sealed the deal.
"It's quite the gossip in Class B. You're Moka Akashiya, am I right?"
She looked down at Moka, taking in great pleasure in seeing her previous dejected expression; everything so far went as she planned.
This was her Keikaku for ruling the school as the sole Succubus Queen.
"You... The girl who was with Tsukune outside the school! When did you get so friendly with..."
Before Moka could finish her inquiry, Kurumu jumped off the rail, landing perfectly and facing Moka with a confident posture that showcased her curvaceous body. It just so happened that there were many guys in the vicinity who saw her bold jump—a jump that revealed her underwear.
"Whoa! So graceful!"
"Dude!! Did you see that?!"
"Yeah, man, purple lace. So sexy."
"She's so petite. So cute, except for her... her..."
"TITS!" one finally yelled, summarizing the collective thought.
"Incredible! She's almost as cute as Moka! Impossible—who is she!?" another guy cried, going crazy at the sight of two goddesses facing each other in conflict.
Kurumu ignored them, her amethyst eyes locked solely on Moka. She struck a pose that highlighted every one of her devastating curves—a direct challenge to the vampire's more delicate, noble beauty.
"I," she declared, her voice ringing with triumphant certainty, "am the Succubus, Kurumu Kurono. Moka Akashiya. I am here to defeat you once and for all."