"When monsters wake... boys break."
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It began with blood on her lips.
Tachibana had stayed late at school, humming to herself as she dried her gym shirt near the heater in the nurse's office — of course, in only her sports bra and gym bloomers. "Machio-kun better not be peeking again," she muttered, glancing toward the window with a smirk. "Or maybe he should."
She leaned forward to wring out the shirt—her soft chest pressing tight against the desk—when the lights flickered.
Then the room turned cold.
A whisper grazed her ear.
"You belong to Rosaria."
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6:12 PM – Rooftop
Machio Araki waited by the shoe lockers with his usual bag of snacks, nibbling on a cream bun and texting Tachibana nonsense.
> [Oi. You better be here or I'm licking your toothbrush again.]
No reply.
He glanced toward the corridor. A cold shiver crawled down his back. His phone buzzed.
System Alert: Danger Level 7 Nearby.
He frowned. "No way. Another pervy side quest?"
Suddenly, a scream tore through the silence. A girl's scream.
His blood ran cold.
"Tachibana."
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He bolted through the corridors, slamming open the rooftop door.
And froze.
Tachibana was suspended in the air — her arms held by pale figures in tight red corsets and black thigh-high boots. Their cloaks billowed like bat wings, revealing smooth skin, pointed fangs, and sinful curves. Vampires. Beautiful. Seductive. Deadly.
One of them licked blood from Tachibana's neck. "She's ripe… The Half-Blood Princess tastes divine."
Tachibana's bloomers were torn slightly at the thigh. Her top was barely hanging. She locked eyes with Machio.
"Idiot! Don't just stand there—!"
Too late.
They noticed him.
"Who's this snack?" one cooed. "Shall we take him too?"
Machio's nose bled slightly, then—
DING!
[Emergency System Detected: Soul-Bound Partner Threatened.]
[Permission to UNLEASH Combat Form: 'Heartless Monster.']
[Warning: Sanity May Degrade.]
Machio blinked.
And then something inside him snapped.
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He moved faster than light.
One of the vampire minions didn't even see him before he grabbed her by the corset strap and suplexed her into the ground.
Her boots flew off.
Her fangs shattered.
Another lunged at him, her leather whip cracking toward his neck.
But Machio, now shirtless—where did it go?!—ducked beneath, his back muscles bulging with a dark, inhuman glow. Claws grew from his fingers. His fangs lengthened.
His voice deepened. Cold. Ferocious. Almost... sexy.
"You picked the wrong idiot to screw with tonight."
The third minion pressed a button on her corset. Thorns and chains erupted from her thighs.
But Machio was already behind her.
"Too slow."
WHAM!
He sent her flying through the water tower. Panties fluttered in the wind behind her like a tragic flag.
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Tachibana was stunned.
The boy who used to steal her socks for "training purposes"…
Was now a half-naked monster, panting, blood dripping from his claws. His eyes glowed like cursed rubies. His chest rose and fell, abs tight as hell.
And damn it all… he looked hot.
She covered her nose as a blush exploded across her cheeks.
"M-Machio… you dummy. You weren't supposed to look this cool…"
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But then—
She arrived.
A swirl of rose petals, crimson silk, and soft laughter.
A woman with long legs, deep cleavage, and a see-through crimson dress that defied gravity. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, and her eyes held centuries of lust and death.
She landed gently in heels made of bone.
"The Mistress of Rosaria," one surviving minion whispered. "She's here…"
Machio growled.
The Mistress smirked, stepping between him and Tachibana. Her voice dripped like honey. "You touched the Nightfall system… How rare."
Machio bared his fangs. "If you lay one finger on her again, I'll rip your bra off with my teeth."
"…Oh my," the Mistress giggled. "You're fun."
Her cloak dropped.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Tachibana shrieked. "WH-WHAT KIND OF FINAL BOSS IS THIS?!"
Machio cracked his neck.
And smirked.
"Let's dance, you thirsty freak."
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TO BE CONTINUED...