The morning sun peeked weakly through the clouds, as if hesitant to shine on what the world was about to witness. In the modest, increasingly chaotic household of Machio Araki, silence had returned… for now.
Machio himself was already long gone, donning his part-time uniform and jogging toward the convenience store down the street. The bell over the door jingled as he entered.
"Welcome," he mumbled, placing his bag behind the counter. Finally, some peace and quiet…
Or so he thought.
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Back at School…
Class 2-C was already buzzing with rumors.
"A new transfer student again?"
"Another beauty, they said. Foreign. Like, vampire-foreign!"
The door slid open with a dramatic creak.
Click. Clack. Click.
Rosaria Vermielle stood at the threshold, dressed in a pristine Mishima Prefectural uniform, though her skirt was scandalously short, and her blouse… two buttons too low.
"Hello, insects," she purred. "I'm Rosaria. Please don't fall in love too quickly."
Half the class fainted.
From the back, a pencil snapped.
Tachibana rose from her seat like a ghost emerging from hell.
"You," she snarled.
"Tachibana," Rosaria cooed, licking her lips. "Nice to see your blood pressure's still tragically high."
"You can't just—! What are you even doing here?!"
Rosaria flipped her hair. "Machio Araki is now under council observation. I decided a little… close proximity was required."
A vein popped in Tachibana's temple. "YOU MOVED INTO OUR SCHOOL?!"
"Moved in?" Rosaria smiled. "Darling. I'm already part of the PTA."
Then, another voice joined in.
"Hi everyone—sorry I'm late!"
Anzu burst through the door, out of breath and carrying an entire watermelon for some reason.
And right behind her—
"Is this the class with the panty thief?"
Matsumi strolled in, arms folded, eyeing everyone with suspicion. "I transferred here too. Gotta keep an eye on my ex."
"You transferred too?!" Tachibana screamed.
"Oh," Rosaria said smoothly. "This is your competition? Delightful."
And then… it happened.
It began as a simple bump.
Tachibana turned too quickly. Her hips smacked right into Rosaria's.
A clap like a thunderous whip echoed through the classroom.
The boys near the front row bled from their noses.
Rosaria raised a brow. "Oh, darling. You wanna play that game?"
Tachibana gritted her teeth. "You're on, vamp tramp."
[SYSTEM ALERT: New Arena Quest – Booty Battle Royale!]
> Objective: Knock the rival unconscious using only butt-based attacks. Bonus: Gain dominance over the school hallway. Penalty: Eternal shame.
"Wait what?" Anzu blinked, backing away.
Before anyone could intervene—
Rosaria leapt forward with a deadly spin, her hips arcing with unnatural grace. Tachibana countered with a low-sweep twirl, both girls' butts colliding midair with explosive BOOM.
Desks flipped.
Glass cracked.
Somewhere in the school, a fire alarm triggered.
Matsumi sipped her juice. "I forgot how insane this school was."
Students screamed as the two vampires launched into an epic Booty Ballet, slapping and dodging, thrusting and grinding like warriors trained in the ancient, shameful art of Cheek-Fu.
A banner fell from the ceiling: "BUTT FIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP."
"Who put that up?" Anzu yelled.
A drone flew overhead, broadcasting the match online.
"Wait, is that Kira's stream account?!"
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Meanwhile, at the convenience store…
Machio stacked instant noodles, blissfully unaware of the destruction back at school.
"Ahh," he sighed. "Peace…"
Ding-ling!
The door opened.
Kira stepped in, wearing sunglasses and a teacher's ID badge.
"Found you," he said.
Machio froze. "Why are you here?!"
Kira grabbed a bottle of cola and cracked it open. "You're my future son."
Machio blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Well, maybe not by blood," Kira said, sipping. "But the way things are going, one of those vampire girls is bound to bite you and drag you into their lineage. And knowing my luck… it'll make me your father-in-law."
Machio dropped the cup of noodles. "WHAAAA?!"
Kira leaned against the freezer. "You're not just some unlucky perv anymore, Machio. The Crimson Lotus Pact was a sacred treaty that kept vampire clans from ripping each other apart. By touching Thesa's chest—and yes, that was stupid—you activated an ancient bonding rite. Rosaria wants you for power. Tachibana wants you because she's falling for you."
Machio trembled. "I just want to live… and maybe touch some boobs with consent…"
Kira snorted. "Too late. You're the chosen idiot."
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Back at School…
Tachibana panted, sweating, her skirt ripped and pride shredded. But Rosaria stood tall, her hair a wild mess, lipstick smudged.
"Well played," she admitted. "You've improved."
"I'll die before I let you touch him again," Tachibana growled.
Rosaria smirked. "Oh, you will."
> [SYSTEM ALERT: All-out War Mode has been enabled.]
Rosaria vanished in a swirl of shadows.
Tachibana collapsed backward, landing squarely on Anzu's face.
"MMFFPH?!"
Matsumi crossed her arms. "Yup. Should've stayed at my old school…"
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To be continued...