Moka didn't know why this girl, Kurumu, was so hostile to her. What's more, she was confused that Kurumu had revealed her identity as a Yokai, thus breaking the rule of the Academy in front of so many people.
"Wait, isn't it against the rules to reveal your identity?"
"So what?" Kurumu shot back, "If everyone knows you're a Vampire, why shouldn't they know about my feminine charms? Why? Because I can't stand you! An airhead like you getting in the way of my grand plan!"
"P-Plan?" Moka blinked, utterly bewildered.
A dark, triumphant gleam lit up Kurumu's eyes. "Heh..."
'My Plan to enslave the entire male student body! Operation Yokai Harem!!'
"My plan was infallible," Kurumu declared aloud, striking a dramatic pose. "Every boy in this school would be mesmerized by my beauty. Until… YOU came along!" She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at Moka, her voice trembling with genuine outrage. "And what's more infuriating is that the fools are falling for you instead! You look so weak, so meek, with no charms at all, and yet they all get excited just to see you walk by!"
She leaned in, her voice dropping like a banshee's whisper meant for Moka alone, but loud enough for the enraptured boys to hear. "I will never lose in a battle of feminine charm! Do you hear me?!"
The guys spectating were released from Kurumu's Succubus Charms by this petty display of hers.
"She's… jealous? Like, on an intense level," one muttered.
"Major inferiority complex," another whispered, scratching his head.
But Kurumu was a professional. Noticing her audience slipping, she immediately struck another pose, one that accentuated every dangerous curve of her body. The air itself seemed to thicken with her perfume.
She then declared the next step of her plan, which wasn't villain-like at all.
"That's why I decided to show you that you don't stand a chance against me when it comes to charms and beauty... How would I prove that? That's right, by stealing your little boyfriend from you!"
"N-No! Leave Tsukune out of this!" Moka gasped, her face flushing crimson at the word "boyfriend." Panic and a fierce, unfamiliar protectiveness surged within her.
"No can do," Kurumu sang, tapping a finger against her lips. "He's really quite irresistible. When I got close, I noticed something…" She inhaled dramatically, her eyes fluttering shut. "He has a very pleasant scent. Doesn't he? Almost… human."
Her eyes snapped open, locking onto Moka's with malicious glee. "Is his blood tasty, Moka Akashiya? Is that what you use him for? Good luck finding another food source after I take him from you!"
"That's not true!" Moka cried out, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "I don't 'use' him…"
"Then what do you do with him?" Kurumu pressed, her smile sharpening. "Discuss anime? Watch grass grow?"
Another voice cut through the tense air, calm and slightly weary. "And here I thought I left you at the nurse's office. I take one break and you disappear on me."
All eyes turned. Tsukune stood at the edge of the crowd, shaking his head, his expression a mask of mild exasperation. He looked between them. "You even seem to be bullying Moka… Kurumu-chan, you should get more rest. Or wasn't the… treatment… enough?"
Kurumu froze. The mention of the 'treatment'—his hands on her, the shocking, overwhelming sensations that had left her weak-kneed and utterly flustered—sent a jolt straight through her. Just recalling those memories had liquid seeming to drip from her crotch, making it wet against her skin.
She snapped out of her trance, her cheeks flushing. No! She couldn't show weakness. She had to strike at Moka's heart.
With a masterful shift, her expression melted from shock into one of pitiful, clinging affection. She rushed to Tsukune's side before he could react, launching herself into a full-bodied embrace, pressing her generous bosom firmly against his chest.
"I felt so bored and lonely stuck in the nurse's office without you," she cooed, looking up at him with wide, dewy eyes. "So I decided to find you, my Hero!"
Moka watched, a cold knot forming in her stomach, as Kurumu shamelessly rubbed against Tsukune. A sharp, hot spike of irritation—no, anger, flared in her mind, and she frowned deeply. Tsukune, to his credit, seemed to wrestle with himself for a moment, his hands twitching at his sides before he firmly placed them on Kurumu's shoulders and pushed her back, creating a sliver of space.
"Well… Moka," he began, sounding strained, "this… can be explained. It's just Kurumu's way of expressing her… gratitude. Right?" He looked down at Kurumu's face, which wore an expression of clueless innocence. She immediately seized his retreating hand, intertwining their fingers and holding on with surprising strength.
'Damn, she's stronger when she wants to be.'
"I can't believe it… I was actually worried about you…" Moka murmured, her voice thick with hurt. She didn't buy his explanation for a second. The way Kurumu looked at him, the possessive grip on his hand… it wasn't gratitude, she was trying to claim Tsukune all for herself.
"Tsukune, you shouldn't trust what she says," Moka pleaded, stepping closer. "Kurumu's tricking you! It's all a pretense to get you to—"
"Ahhh, wh-why…?" Kurumu whimpered, cutting her off. She swayed dramatically, her free hand flying to her forehead. "Why is she saying such terrible things about me? I only want to show my gratitude to Tsukune-san!" Then, with the timing of a stage actress, her eyes rolled back and she pretended to faint, collapsing directly toward Tsukune.
This time, Tsukune's hand tensed, thinking he should just let the scheming enchantress drop to the floor and make a mess of herself, but keeping eye contact with Kurumu, he heard her mumble a 'Charm' and suddenly his brain got mushy, as if he fried his brain on acid or got wasted combining all sorts of liquors and cocktails.
"Ohhh... I feel dizzy again. Tsukune... catch me!"
'Man, such a wierd sensation. My mind feels blank. Huh? I'm not in control of my body?'
'Was she capable of a stronger Charm then before, or I fell for her tricks by getting my mental strength chipped away by desire over her when she didn't resist me messing with her body?'
'I'm fucked.'
'Still, I have my 'Knight' in shinning armor rescuing me from the baddy.'
'Moka, I'm sorry if I say something hurtful that might make you cry.'
Moka saw how he caught Kurumu in her arms, and even put a protective arm around her body, but there was a change in his calm, collected expression, it was almost as if he was a blank wood plank.
"Tsukune, you have to believe me…"
"She's going to devour you, Tsukune! She's dangerous!" Moka cried, her voice breaking.
The enchanted Tsukune chuckled, a hollow sound. He looked down at Kurumu in his arms with a fond, dismissive smile. "That's new. She's going to devour me? You hear her, Kurumu-chan? Isn't this amusing?"
"You're right," said Kurumu, nuzzling into his chest. "How could I devour you? If anything, I'm the one in danger here with a guy like you." She looked up at him, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper that still carried. "I still remember what you did to me back at the lake. It left my legs numb for hours."
"Then you'll love what I have in mind for you next," Enchanted-Tsukune replied, his tone flirtatious and alien to Moka's ears.
"NOO! Tsukune, you have to snap out of it. She's manipulating you."
"Oh, come on, Moka," he said, turning that blank smile on her. The words were like knives, precise and cold. "You're just jealous that I made a new friend who actually cares for me. You're no longer the center of attention, so you're trying to drive a wedge between us. I'm aware how nasty girls can get over their romantic interests."
He tilted his head, the motion eerily casual. "As for Kurumu-chan devouring me? There's a good metaphor from where I come from: 'The thief cries thief.' You should look in a mirror. Since we met, you've been biting me, drinking my blood like a beast. Who's using who here?"
The words hit Moka like physical blows. She stumbled back a step. "Th-that's not true! I'm not 'using' you! I wouldn't— You're my f-friend… I w-wouldn't do any harm to you." Her vision blurred, hot tears welling and spilling over, tracing paths through the dust on her cheeks.
"Yet it never stopped you, did it?" Kurumu chimed in sweetly, her arm snaking possessively around Tsukune's waist. "What a friend, am I right, Tsukune-san?"
"Indeed," Enchanted-Tsukune agreed, his voice devoid of its usual warmth. "I guess I am, after all, just her breakfast."
"NO, YOU'RE NOT!"
"You know that's not true!" But the boy looking back at her showed that he had no interest in her words.
Moka was trembling, eyes dripping with tears, and not knowing how to make Tsukune see reality, and under the overwhelming sense of being 'judged' and 'looked' by so many eyes, the horrid memories from the years of attending human schools, where she always was looked down, one of the misfits, all alone, she couldn't handle it.
She left running, while crying.
On the other hand, Tsukune could only watch in his mind-controlled state, he was taken by Kurumu to the nurse office, and got seated on a chair against the resting bed where the succubus was all in a state of celebration, her impish tail morphing out, wagging like a happy dog.
This state of happiness on her part, made the control she had over Tsukune's psyche lessened, and this in exchange had the effect of returning some control to Tsukune's mind back. Even his body felt like his own.
Watching Kurumu in silence, he put on a thoughtful expression.
'What a nasty spell. This is what feels like being mind controlled… What's more frustrating is that I'm still weak… overwhelmingly pathetic. Not capable of resisting a spell I'm aware it might target me. A disappointment for my transmigrator comrades.'
'Yet, I'm also at fault for allowing it to hit me.'
'I did say some hurtful things to Moka, but not to the point she would be heart-broken as long as she is aware that I was manipulated. Good that I didn't blabber all that was on my mind.'
'However, this is all for one plan only. Reaching a new path to growth by making use of the short-window of hostility Kurumu will reveal on me to subjugate her. For, this, I pray that Onee-san doesn't let me get trapped for eternity under Kurumu.'
'Not that I would mind being a sex-slave.'
'Moka-chan, put on your big girl, red panties, and come get me before you catch me having sex with this Succubus.'
After all the excitement that her plan was working, she noticed her control slipping, but instead of using her depleting mana, she went for a passive approach, the one that set in motion her success in taking control over Tsukune's mind.
"Tsukune."
While on the bed, she then drew his head down, pressing his face into the soft, fragrant valley of her cleavage. "I know you're feeling confused. I'm sorry she said those things… Let me hold you. Let me make you feel good. It's the only way I know how to help."
She felt him tense for a second, then slowly relax against her. 'Good.'
"And," she whispered, her breath hitching slightly, "I think… I need another m-massage. My nerves are all frazzled."
She guided him onto the bed beside her, never letting his head leave the warm pillow of her breasts. Her own heart was hammering against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of excitement and nervous anticipation. She thought of her mother's lessons, of the Succubus Arts of Seduction and Domination. 'This is it. This is how you make them yours.'
"You'll get addicted to this," she breathed, more to herself than to him.
"Kurumu-chan," his voice was muffled against her skin, but clear. "Tell me something."
"Hmm?" she hummed, stroking his hair.
"Why are you such a bad girl?"
The question, so blunt and perceptive, made her gasp. It wasn't the mindless adoration she expected.
Had her control slipped? But then his hands came up, not to push her away, but to settle on the curves she was offering. He began not with the frantic groping she anticipated from an enthralled male, but with a slow, almost analytical touch.
He traced the swell of her breasts through her uniform, his thumbs brushing lightly over where her nipples were hardening against the fabric. It was a tease, a study, before his grip finally firmed, kneading with a possessiveness that stole the air from her lungs.
A low, involuntary moan escaped her. "A-ah…!"
The atmosphere in the room had thickened slowly as Tsukune half-charmed, half-way in control, put on a work as his fantasy like dream turned reality. The nurse office turned into some brothel room, heavy with the scent of lavender oil and the low, hypnotic moans of Kurumu's voice. Tsukune's hands moved over the smooth skin of her back with a practiced, rhythmic pressure, working the tension from her shoulders.
"Mmm… right there, Tsukune-kun," Kurumu purred, her voice a velvety murmur against the pillow. She arched her back slightly, pressing into his palms. "Your hands are so strong…"
'It lacks spice. Where is the baby oil when you need it?'
'Ahh, fuck, focus man. But I'm already starting to get hard…'
Tsukune tried to keep his focus on the job, but with such a bombshell of a body, with his hormones starting to peak, it was an insurmountable task in itself.
"Glad to hear you're feeling it." he said, his own voice sounding a little tight. "You said that your faintness is drifting away."
He moved methodically down her body. Strong thumbs worked the arches of her feet, earning a soft gasp. His hands glided up her calves, kneading the taut muscles, then higher, to the sensitive backs of her thighs.
'It feels so good… I never thought that being touched like this by a guy would feel so great.'
'No, it disgusted me being touched indecently by the other pathetic guys.'
'But with Tsukune, it is almost natural.'
Each touch from Tsukune was deliberate, expertly applied, stoking a fire he was pretending not to see. With Kurumu's miniskirt, her panties were on the spot, and there was a slick heat blooming against the fabric of her panties.
Then, his hands slid higher, cupping the full, perfect curves of her ass, playing with those naughty cheeks for a brief moment before the muscles under his palms clenched, and it sent Kurumu into an early release, as she cummed, spraying her panties with fluids.
She moaned, before biting her lower lip hard, the build-up of desire in the young, inexperienced Succubus was all it took to unleash the 'Beast' of Desires and Dreams out from her.
"Enough…" she gasped, the word half a snarl, half a plea. "I can't… I can't wait anymore!"
She could hold back no longer.
With a supernatural grace that was all predator, she moved. In one fluid, powerful motion, she flipped him onto his back, reversing their positions. She straddled his hips, pinning him to the bed, her amethyst eyes now gleaming with unleashed with the enchanting allure of a Succubus.
"Playing with fire, Tsukune-kun?" she breathed, lowering her face until their lips were almost touching. She darted her tongue out, tracing a hot, wet line from his jaw to his temple, tasting his skin. "You should know… a Succubus always knows what a man desires.."
The air around her shimmered, her cute 'Gyaru' yokai uniform was torn at her back, as a pair of bat-like wings furled from her back, giving off a palpable dark mana, that was more enchanting than frightening.
"I will find my Destined One," she declared, her voice throbbing with power and need. "But until that day…" She leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest, her lips brushing his ear.
"I choose you. I will make you mine, Tsukune Aono. And if my destined one never comes…" She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, a dangerous, beautiful promise in her gaze. "Then I will keep you. Forever. We will make beautiful, powerful babies together."
Kurumu decided to seal Tsukune's fate to her owns, turning him her slave using the Succubus Kiss. She already won against Moka, and couldn't wait to parade her new 'slave' (boyfriend) in that twit's face.
"You're all mine, Tsukune-kun. Mine forever. I will teach you how to please your Mistress."
As she teased with his earlobe, she moved back to his chin, and grabbing his face, she hesitated for a split-second before finding the resolve to kiss Tsukune on his lips. Without a doubt, he was in the upper echelons of handsome guys, similar to the idols she used to read from the human world magazines she collected.
A single, firm finger pressed against her lips, stopping their descent.
The touch was gentle but unyielding. Kurumu froze, her enchantment faltering. She looked into his eyes and found not a glassy, charmed haze, but a focused, calm clarity that felt like a bucket of ice water.
"Sorry, Kurumu-chan," Tsukune said, his voice steady, almost apologetic, but with a core of ice. "But I'm no one's possession. No one's toy." He offered a faint, weary smile. "Don't get me wrong—a hot, French kiss from a bombshell like you? A guy can dream. But at the end of the day?" His gaze held hers, unwavering. "I choose my freedom over slavery. Even to a pussy this good."
Kurumu's purple eyes had this blank stare, as if the rejection hit her self-esteem, and with a frown, she casted her 'Charm' Spell at full-power.
"This hurts more than you know, Tsukune," she whispered, the pain giving way to a chilling resolve. "You're still thinking of her, even now. Breaking my control for her." Her wings flexed, the dark mana around her intensifying, swirling with her wounded pride.
"I won't allow you to escape me! Charm!" she cried, her voice resonating with power. "Be eternally MINE!"
A visible wave of pink, hypnotic energy pulsed from her, aimed directly at his face.
Before the spell could hit him, Tsukune rolled Kurumu off his body, even closing his eyes as he put together an contigency against her Charm spell. As long he didn't make eye contact with her, he would be safe, at least this was his thought process.
But Tsukune was already moving. He bucked his hips, using the momentum to roll her off him in a tangle of limbs and fluttering wings. As they tumbled, he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, turning his head away.
'Contingency. Don't meet her gaze. If the mythical Medusa needs eye contact to petrify, a Succubus's charm likely works the same. Don't look at her. No simping now.'
He ended up on the floor, breathing heavily, his eyes still shut. "It's regrettable. Truly. But still, I think we can still be friends. If not, even friends with benefits. If you know what I mean."
From above him, perched on the now-rumpled bed, Kurumu's voice was a venomous hiss, all traces of seduction burned away by humiliation. "You scoundrel, after I humiliated myself for you, allowing you to touch me so indecently. I even acted weak for you. You made me mad, Tsukune!"
The air grew heavy with her malicious intent. "Fine. If I can't have you, I will make sure Moka Akashiya doesn't have you. Farewell!"
[Hostile threat has been detected!]
[Name: Kurumu Kurono]
[Threat Level: B (Succubus)]
His first move seeing the hostility was to escape from the nurse office, with one path being cut by Kurumu, he ran to the door, which was locked.
"You will not escape."
"I wouldn't bet on that." said Tsukune as his nose picked on an unique scent, and only a tail was missing out that would wag on a cue.
Meanwhile, before the incident in the nurse office, alone in the quiet of the empty classroom, Moka hugged her knees to her chest, the echo of Tsukune's cold words still slicing through her heart.
Each phrase replayed like a physical blow. She buried her face in her arms, a fresh wave of tears threatening to fall. "I wonder… what am I to Tsukune?" she whispered to the empty room, her voice trembling with a pain that felt older than the incident itself.
"Do I really just want his blood? Am I… am I just using him?"
[Ahh, just stop it, you weakling.]
[Stop your useless moping. There is no time for this sentimental drivel when that fool is being puppeteered by a Succubus's charm spell.]
Moka gasped, her head snapping up. "It's… the voice! Coming from the rosary!"
[Stop overthinking. I am another you... I doubt you have time to waste if you want to save that idiot. He has foolisly stepped into the grasps of a Succubus. Hurry, less he gets doomed to be her slave for all eternity..."]
"I knew it. Tsukune wouldn't say all of that to me, his friend. It was because he was being manipulated. Thank you, other me."
[You're too naive for your own good. Now, get going... I don't want to see that posibility happen, not when I found him.]
In all her worry, Moka starts running at a speed she didn't believe herself to have, but just as she got out from the empty classroom, she didn't know on what direction to go.
'The school is too big, I don't know where to search Tsukune…'
'I'm so useless.'
[Tsk. Sigh, calm down. Follow the scent from the handkerchief helding his dried blood.]
[It will lead you to him. Now, GO!]
'Ahh, you're right, other me. You're so much better at this than me.'
[You're wasting time, weakling. I have an.. ominous feeling.]
Clutching onto the faint scent of his lifeline, Moka ran. She followed it down stairs, and taking her to the nurse office as the scent grew overpowering past the door. Trying to open it, she found it locked, and then she heard Kurumu's enraged voice spreading out from the inside.
"Fine. If I can't have you, I will make sure Moka Akashiya doesn't have you. Farewell!"
Without a second thought, without even planning to, she threw her body against it.
The metal hinges and lock shattered with a sound akin to gunfire, the door flying inward, and with her momentum unchecked, she didn't quite register that there was a slight resistance to the door, only the brief grunt, but her eyes locked on a single person.
The flying succubus, her face contorted into a vengeful fury, as she aimed downward with her fully extended nails that were around the length of daggers each of them.
"Stop it! I will not let you hurt Tsukune!!"
She was sent flying by that push, as it contained the monstrous strength of an S-class Vampire. While it wasn't visible for the pink-haired Moka with her meek personality, her rosary seal didn't turn her physicality into a human one.
With Kurumu being pushed outside the room, as she was sent flying by the window, Moka relaxed her nerves, and finally registered Tsukune's grunt as he was underneath the door, but to her surprise he managed to push back on the door showing a strength that wasn't normal for humans.
"Moka…"
"Tsukune, you have to get out of here while you still have the chance! I will handle that girl." she cried, stepping toward the shattered window.
"Moka... You didn't have to come. I could... get away from Kurumu's clutches one way or another." His voice sounded strained, but the previous haze in his eyes was replaced by his calm, now focused look.
"No, your resistance is too weak to her Succubus Magic. She has the power to bewitch men just by looking at them! You feel prey to her tricks. If only I knew better, I could have stopped her when she tried to get close to you."
He shook his head, pushing fully to his feet. "No, I can't abandon you. If you fight her, count me in. I still got to get a payback for all the mean things I was made to tell you."
"Huhuhu, you'll fight me, Tsukune? Then let me give you a chance."
Kurumu's voice returned as she flew back, and using her succubus tail, she ensnared Tsukune's neck as she dragged him forcefully from the nurse office by the window.
"Let go of Tsukune!"
"Never!"
"MOKA AKASHIYA!! You will not win against me!"
Moka grabbed hold onto Tsukune's leg, and she was being dragged along while in the air, it could be an interesting experience if not for the situation at hand. As for Kurumu, the increased load made it too hard for her to pull two people using just her tail.
Her hold over Tsukune gave out, and both him and Moka went into a free-fall to the ground, but with Tsukune first to touch land, which hurt him a bit, but thankfully, no broken bones because of his enhanced body.
A split-second later, Moka landed on top of him with a softer *whump*.
Instead of letting her roll away, his arms closed around her, pulling her tight against his chest, taking the brunt of their momentum across the grass himself. They slid to a stop, a tangle of limbs and rapid breaths.
He looked down at her, his expression soft with regret and relief. "Thank you for coming to rescue me, Moka-chan," he said, his voice husky. "And… I'm so sorry. For all of it. I was conscious, but trapped in my own body. I would never dismiss you. You're my only friend in this cursed place."
Moka looked up, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. The last of her heartache melted away, replaced by a warm, blossoming relief. Tears welled up again, but this time they were sweet. She nodded, accepting his apology without words, only an thigh hug.
"You think this is the moment for a touching make-up? Save it in Hell!"
Kurumu wasn't going to let those two act all sentimental when she was so enraged, no way, while on the sky, she once again did a dive wth her razor sharp nails starting to slice apart the trees behind the nurse's office.
"This is the perfect moment to have you both killed."
This time, it wasn't Moka who reacted first but instead Tsukune who showed his new boosts in physicality and senses, as he got up and even carrying Moka in his arms as he got away from the course of the attack.
"Whoa, what are those nails made out of? Adamantium or something?" At this point, while holding Moka in his arms, Tsukune couldn't help but whistle at the destroyed scenary.
"She's using Yoki to enhance the sharpness of her nails... I didn't thought she would be this strong."
"Why is it that I'm so weak that I can't defend my friends?"
"We'll be fine, don't look down on yourself. You're also strong in your own ways. Now, can you brace yourself to dodge some of her strikes?"
"I can avoid her attacks, but what about you Tsukune? Can you fight her? While she's an B-Class Yokai, you're only a..." Tsukune stopped Moka from finishing her sentence with his index finger pressed to her lips.
"You're wrong on, Moka-chan. We have a higher chance at beating Kurumu by ourselves then you believe. Also, I'm not that weak as when we first met."
"I don't dissagre on that, but there is a considerable difference between higher rated Yokais.
"Just... hurry and pull the rosary off my chest like you did it with Saizo. If we don't do something, you'll get killed along with me!""
As Moka was pleading with Tsukune to take her rosary off, Kurumu was descending for another wave of attacks, using her Succubus ability to once again control Tsukune's mind, but because there wasn't an eye-contact, he resisted.
"So all that talk about you both being Vampires was just false rumors? Well, it serves you right! Boasting about a grand image only to be as weak as a Slime."
"Tsukune, you can also die in the arms of your beloved. What a pathetic wreck, and to think I even allowed you to humilate my body."
Moka put Tsukune's hands around the rosary, sensing the impending doom, but the seal didn't budge on bit.
"No way. But it worked previously?" Moka whispered to herself, while Tsukune simply shook his head, unwilling to let himself remain a weakling, and not wanting to face Inner Moka with nothing to present her for. It was arrogant of him, but he also prepared a strategy on defeating Kurumu by himself.
If worse came to shove, he could release the rosary seal, but not this time.
He stared intently at the crimson gem of the rosary as it was flashing with demonic energy.
"What now Moka Akashiya? You choose to die without even trying to fight back?"
"If you hate me so much," Moka cried, tears spilling over her cheeks, "just kill me and let Tsukune go!"
"Are you really going that far," Kurumu's voice dripped with scorn, "just to protect your precious bloodbank?"
"You're wrong!" Moka shouted, tightening her protective embrace over Tsukune, her small frame trembling but resolute. "This isn't about his blood! I want to protect him! I don't want to lose him! I can't lose him! Because he's the only real friend I've ever had!"
"What's this "friend" crap talk all of a sudden." Kurumu spat the word like poison. "Don't make me laugh! Men are only good as slaves! They exist to serve someone as perfect as me!"
While in Moka's protective embrace, a small, tender smile touched Tsukune's lips. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of pink hair from her damp cheek.
"Tsk, why are you such a crybaby? Acting as if we're about to get minced."
"I'm not without options to fight back. Also, I kinda want to teach this naughty gyaruu a leason to not mess around with self-esteem of my friend, here."
"Tsukune? What are you…"
Moka wanted to pull the young man back, but her hand just got a slight tap from him. This confused her mind further, as she watched him pull out a piece of paper (scroll) from his green suit jacket, along with a pen.
The unfurled scroll started releasing potent Demonic Magic which had the effect of pausing Kurumu's offensive.
"All or nothing. Kids, don't dwable in Demonic Magic."
Kurumu percieved a danger from this Demonic Magic, and in her inexperienced stopped all of her attacks, trying to see what the weak guy would pull off from a safe distance.
While she did halt, she couldn't help but rub salt into this attempt at stopping her.
"What's this? A last will and testament?"
Ignoring her, Tsukune stabbed his index finger with the sharp pen, drawing some of his blood that he smeered around the geometric diagrams.
"Transmutation! Demonic Forging Lite!"
That simple metalic pen started to trasform as dark mana began to envelop it, and in three seconds out of nothing (not really since you had a yokai-shop pen) creation was being gifted form, not the divine acts per se, far from it, as now Tsukune was holding the form of a longsword pulsing with demonic magic.
The longsword was slender, light like a feather, yet from its hilt the demonic energy wrapped around his right, holding hand, taking the shape of dark snakes that morphed like bracers all over his right arm.
[Mana Drain has began as substitute for lacking demonic mana]
[Mana Drain initiated to sustain Demonic Pact.]
[Drain Rate: 5 MP/Second]
[Current Mana Quatification: (Rank C): 350]
[WARNING: Upon Mana Depletion, Host Essence (Soul/Blood/Life Force) will be consumed.]
'Yes, yes, I'm aware I risk getting my soul taken away by the demonic energy. Afterall, I'm still a human.'
'Still, this sensation is astonishing. Nothing like a bastard sword that I used to practice hema at that medieval festival.'
Cold sweat, unrelated to his injuries, broke out on his neck, and a burning sensation enveloped his right arm.
'At least one minute of supernatural flair.'
Kurumu didn't expect for Tsukune who didn't show anything special about himself to pull such a big ace from his sleeve. While in the air, she probed his defenses by using one of her Succubus unique abilities, Mental Manipulation
However, before that psychic attack was sent, she felt impending doom as her tail freeze in goosebumps, and she pushed her wings to get her away. A crescent of pure, void-black energy, edged in violent purple, tore free from the blade and screamed toward Kurumu, missing her not by much.
Tsukune had a calm expression on his face, but deep down he was shocked by how addictive helding supernatural powers was.
While Kurumu managed to avoid that first attack of his, a 'innocent' bat flying that was an annoyance since getting to the Yokai Academy was split in halves by the flying demonic slash.
[You have slain a Vampire Bat Familiar (E), gaining a part of its essence.]
"OH! You dodged that?" Tsukune called out, his voice carrying a new, dangerous lightness. He lowered the sword, its point casually aimed at the ground. "I thought you weren't afraid of weaklings like me?"
Kurumu panted, hovering unsteadily.
'What is that sword?? If I let it clash with me I would be in deep trouble.'
Her bravado was cracking, replaced by a cold trickle of fear, and before words could voice out in annoyance, her Yokai senses screamed at her once more as another slash went in her way.
He adjusted his grip on the hilt, and with just a swift, controlled, almost casual horizontal flick of his wrist this crescent silently razored an thick oak tree at the edge of the clearing, twenty meters away.
The black-purple line passed through the tree's trunk at chest height.
The entire top half of the massive oak tree began to slide. It slipped diagonally, the cut surface so impossibly smooth it looked polished to a mirror shine.
The clearing fell deathly quiet. Even the insects had stopped chirping.
Moka stared, her hands covering her mouth. Kurumu's face had lost all its color. Her earlier scorn was gone, replaced by the stark understanding that if she didn't take down Tsukune now, there wouldn't be another chance.
He raised the demonic sword, pointing its void-dark tip directly at Kurumu's heart, and with an eerie calmness he invited her for another round of dancing.
"Your move, Kurumu-chan. Or would you prefer my next move?"