Ending my "act", if you could call my spontaneous, sprung-along performance of 'Good Riddance'. I stepped away from the makeshift stage and headed toward the prop return area.
Along the way, I was greeted by the other participants or even members of the club, but the slight adrenaline rush from being watched by the gathering of students in audience was fading, only that pleasant warmth was left behind it.
'Not bad if you ask me.'
'However, I have this bad feeling nagging me since I've seen that girl… Chizuru Minamoto, that name I've heard it somewhere at one point in my first life. That's how it feels like, and I can only assume she's one of them.'
'A Heroine that I can pursue, if I want to. S-tier places her into the same category as Kuyo. Maybe they are even related for all I care.'
'It's irrelevant to my musing. The fact that she gave me that look, screams danger.'
Before I could take the figurative three steps, a figure materialized in my path with the kind of theatrical flourish that could only belong to one type of person.
"Bravo! Bravissimo!"
My eyes shifted to that figure, identifying his name and yokai type in an instant as the System's window opened before me.
[Name: Tōma Sakura]
[Threat Level: B(Onnagata)]
So this was the president of the club… not what I expected, but the name tells a lot. Slim, willowy, with delicate features and long lashes framing bright, enthusiastic eyes. His uniform was modified in ways that blurred every gender line, such as flowing sleeves and an artfully loose collar.
'He's a femboy.'
That was the only word I had for guys like this, maybe transgenders, but at this point I was grasping for straws. Even his voice was light, carrying this distinctive feminine cadence.
"I simply must have you!"
He? She? They?—grabbed both my hands, squeezing with genuine excitement.
"That raw emotion! The classical authenticity! You would be perfect for our solo performances, or perhaps in one of our upcoming plays! Imagine you as Orpheus, descending into the underworld!"
I looked down at his hands, then at his face, then back at his hands, and my senses went on high alert. Thankfully, this femboy had no hostility in his girlish bones, just pure, unfiltered artistic passion. Still, while I didn't mind bros touching my shoulder or back, being held like this by a guy was enough to infringe on my personal space.
Sighing internally, I swiftly extracted my hands, stepping back with a polite smile. "I appreciate the offer, President-san. Truly. But I'm not ready to commit to a club just yet."
His—their—face fell for a moment, then brightened again. "But you'll consider it? At least part-time when is the festival. Promise me you'll consider! The Theater Club would welcome you with open arms anytime!"
I nodded, filing away the interaction. Always leave the door open for connections. You never know when you'll need an ally. "I'll keep that in mind."
Satisfied with that crumb of hope, the president fluttered away to accost someone else about set design.
Returning the chiton and lyre to the prop master—a bored-looking Kitsune girl with three tails who barely glanced up—I turned to find Moka. The festival crowds ebbed and flowed around me, and with too many scents in my proximity I couldn't pin-point her location.
However, there was a new change that I didn't expect to happen.
The crowd parted away for a particular girl, who even stirred awake the three-tails Kitsune girl, Mizuki, handling the props for the club. She straightened instantly, her bored expression snapping to alert recognition.
"Chizuru-sama!" She bowed hastily, her voice dropping into servile respect, all three tails tucking in submissively. "Can I help you with something? Are you interested in joining the Theatre Club? I can bring an application form immediately—"
The figure waved a graceful hand. "You are... ah, right. Mizuki." A dismissive but not unkind smile. "Relax. I'm not here for you."
Mizuki's eyes widened as the visitor's gaze shifted past her.
Directly to me.
"I came for him."
Mizuki backed away so fast she nearly tripped over her own tails. She didn't dare meet Chizuru's eyes.
Meanwhile, sensing the shift in atmosphere, I'd already begun moving. Not running since that would be seen as cowardly, and something told me this woman respected confidence. So I walked toward a quieter spot away from the main crowd.
Behind me, I heard her hum the tune of 'Good Riddance.'
'She remembers the melody. Interesting.'
I stopped in a relatively isolated corner near the back of the prop area, partially screened by stacked set pieces. When I turned, she was already there, having closed the distance with an effortless grace that spoke of power far beyond her elegant appearance.
This girl—Chizuru Minamoto—stood directly in my path, and she was not the kind of woman you walked past without noticing. She stood about five-foot-seven, with curves that seemed designed by a divine being with very specific, very generous tastes. Black hair cascaded over her shoulders like silk falling through water. Onyx eyes held that predatory confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
And right now, she'd spotted something fascinating.
"Tsukune-kun, right?" Her voice was honey and smoke. "Your song. It moved me."
The same girl from earlier. The one who'd given me a vibe I couldn't quite place.
'Is that so? Then, let's see if I can catch anything with a bait.'
I stopped, giving her my full attention. "That's kind of you to say, Minamoto-senpai."
Her eyes sparkled. "You know my name?"
"I make it a point to remember beautiful women who stare at me during performances." The words came out smoother than I expected. Must be the post-adrenaline confidence.
A genuine laugh escaped her, warm and surprised. "Charming. I like that." She stepped closer, reducing the space between us to something more intimate. "Have you decided on any clubs yet?"
I tilted my head, a small smile playing on my lips. "Is that a required question for introductions now? Should I be filling out a form?"
Another laugh. Good. She had a nice laugh. "No form needed. I was just… curious." She let the word hang, then turned the question back on me. "Why do you think I'm interested in what club you join?"
"I'm guessing you're about to tell me."
"Because." She held my gaze, her eyes searching mine, then tracing down to my lips, then back up. "I want to join the same club as you."
A sweet, devastating smile curved her lips. "Tell me, Tsukune-kun. Do you believe in love at first sight?"
The question hit me like a bucket of cold water. I blinked, momentarily stunned by the sheer directness. Was this babe trying to get into my pants so quickly? Sorry, I know I live in some hentai world because this is progressing too quickly and too suddenly for my own taste.
Then as if reacting to me calming down, my brain kicked back in.
"No," I said, flat and honest. "That's romance novel nonsense. But if you're talking about natural attraction? Instant chemistry? Sure. I believe in that."
Her smile widened, sharpening at the edges. "Then tell me. What do you think of me?"
Is this getting where I think we're getting to? We're already into the dreaded confession. Let's just play along with her and see what she wants from me.
"Hmm?" I let my gaze travel over her, trying not to leer too much, but if you wanted me to give you an assessment, then do not mind me when I stare at a particularly impressive piece of meat… ahem, piece of art.
"What I think of you? First time seeing you, first time interacting. Can't tell much about what's inside this whole..." I gestured vaguely at her presence, "...baked cake yet. But if you're asking about the exterior?"
She leaned in slightly.
I met her eyes. "Then sure. You're a hot babe."
A faint flush crept up her cheeks—genuine surprise breaking through her composure. She hadn't expected that. Could it be that she thought of me as some dense, inexperienced type, the kind of guy who'd stammer and blush when a beautiful girl paid him attention, like my predecessor?
'So far so good. Let's see where this goes.'
She recovered quickly, pushing forward with renewed confidence. "Since you like how I look, and I assume you don't have a girlfriend yet..." She paused, letting the implication land. "Do you want to date me? No. Let me be more direct." Those onyx eyes like the bottomless abyss locked onto mine. "Are you interested in becoming my boyfriend?"
I stared at her, for I don't know how long, but if she was surprised by my own straightforwardness, I was the same with her. Sure, I have Kurumu on my mind, but she is a Succubus, I can only raise my 'figurative' hat to her, being direct and sharing her emotions, and her species future relies on her to have children while she's young.
I expected the Yokai girls, since they were part of Japanese culture, to be more reserved and to keep to themselves, just like Moka.
She represented the typical stereotype of an Anime female lead.
Yet this beautiful, confident, utterly straightforward anime heroine is standing in front of me, asking me to be her boyfriend like she was asking for the time.
...What the hell kind of festival is this?
"...Senpai." I found my voice, though it was rougher than usual. "That's unfair. Hurling all that at me and expecting an instant response."
"It's a simple question." She shrugged, the movement doing things to her uniform that should probably be illegal. "Yes or no. If yes, I'll be the best girlfriend to you, I'll promise you. We'll have fun together, for example..." Her voice dropped, intimate and daring. "Having sex on the nurse's infirmary. The PE locker rooms. The boys bathroom. Or in the gardens. I have never done such a thing, but I know I'll enjoy it with you."
This time, my brain was once again fried for exactly one second.
'Okay. This is kinda kinky, and not going to lie, I like the way it sounds. Also, she doesn't sound like she is playing around.'
'Was I such a delectable piece of meat for the Yokai girls? I can't sense the difference with my own scent since I just got used to my own stink.'
"If it's not," she continued smoothly, "and you're romantically interested in someone else..." Her eyes flickered with something darker. "Then I'll have to act in your best interests, Tsukune-kun."
'To translate that for others, this means she'll go crazy, Yandere mode and take out her competition. And with her being an S-tier Yokai, I'm willing to bet she has high chances at winning.'
My own warning bells started ringing in my brain.
I held up a hand, buying time. "Let's not rush to conclusions, Chizuru-senpai. I'm overwhelmed, honestly. A beauty like you interested in a dull guy like me? It's humbling." I met her gaze, shifting to something more serious. "But before I answer, let me ask you something important."
She tilted her head, intrigued. "What, Tsukune-kun? Do you want to know my three sizes?"
A genuine laugh escaped me. "Pfft. No, I can find that out myself if things work out between us." I let the implication hang. "Right?"
"Sure~"
"Then what?"
I let the silence stretch for a beat. "Are you willing to share?"
Her brow furrowed slightly. "Share? What do you mean? Why not… I don't mind sharing sweets."
"Not that." I held her gaze, calm and steady, circling between her eyes and mouth, as to not appear as some creep by going full eye-contact contest.
"If another girl comes into the picture down the line—can you bring yourself to share me with her?" I smiled, but there was no humor in it. "See, are you sure you're in love with such a scumbag? Someone who can't even control his own libido when it comes to beautiful women?"
"That..."
(Chizuru's POV)
Chizuru was not accustomed to hesitation.
She knew her value. Born into a main bloodline of Kitsunes that had ruled over the Kansai region's Yokai for centuries, serving directly under Lady Yasaka herself. Her education was impeccable, her status unquestionable.
What's more, she was beyond confident in her body. Her body—voluptuous, perfectly curved had brought countless suitors to her door. She'd rejected them all since none fit her particular tastes. There were two types she was looking for, the human shotas with an Sacred Gear or higher mana capacity, or the typical handsome human guy from her magazines.
She had become accustomed to rejecting others, her heart not being stirred in particular since awakening her Kitsune Soul that held centuries of power, until today.
Until she'd caught the scent of him during his performance. It was faint, almost buried beneath the festival chaos, but unmistakable to a Kitsune's refined senses such as hers. There was no doubt, this was the scent of a male human who held a Sacred Gear. What type, there was no way her senses could decipher.
A scent that shouldn't exist in this Academy, yet drew her like a moth to flame.
She'd approached with confidence, certain of the outcome. Japanese high school boys—even yokai ones—were predictable. The naive type or in the worst case situation, the dense idiot who she needed to pull into bed. They would be easily flustered by a beautiful girl's attention.
But this one...
This one was an anomaly.
She stared at him now, this strange, straightforward boy who called her a "hot babe" without a trace of embarrassment, then turned her own question back on her with surgical precision.
Share him? Don't joke with me.
The word echoed in her mind, stirring her Kitsune's instincts that held centuries of experiences. In Yokai society, monogamy was... complicated. A taboo, almost. The strongest yokai—like the devils, fallen angels, and gods of the wider supernatural world—rarely bound themselves to a single partner. They spread their genes, built harems, ensured their bloodline's survival through multiplicity.
She knew this. Had grown up with this understanding. Even her own main bloodline was dwindling because of their own pride in remaining monogamous. She could count her direct relatives on her hands.
But feeling it? Imagining her beloved, this strange, intoxicating boy in another woman's arms? Her expression flickered, uncertainty bleeding through her practiced composure.
'Why isn't he acting like the humans I studied?'
The thought was almost irascible. 'Naive. Dense as a brick that I can easily manipulate them into loving me. Easy to make them lose to their instincts. That's what the magazines say.'
'And that scent. It resembles a human so closely… Yet there's also some Yoki into him. What was he? Could it be? A Hybrid? Now, I'm further intrigued by him. My first assumption that he must be one of the humans taken in by Mikogami or Nurarihyon.'
The question he'd asked demanded an answer she hadn't prepared.
Finally, she spoke, her voice carrying a challenge wrapped in concession. "I would be able to share you..." She met his eyes, letting her true nature gleam through. "...if you were stronger than me."
(Tsukune's POV)
'Interesting.'
I'd expected rejection. Outrage, even. Instead, she'd given me a condition wrapped in a challenge, that could be interpreted as such… If I manage to defeat her, say, subjugate her, she would be willing to be my girlfriend and not mind me building a Harem or a Peerage.
But… as much as I love to stroke my narcissistic ego, to inflate my self-worth, I knew I couldn't defeat Chizuru right now, since she was an S-tier Yokai. From experience, fighting an S-tier monster was a bad idea, my ribs and bones can attest to this from all the punishing they received at Inner Moka's hand.
Stronger than a pureblood Kitsune from a main lineage? That was a high bar.
But not impossible. If I continued to raise my Shinso Blood purity and finally awaken my Sacred Gear, I stood a reasonable chance at winning.
"That's a fair answer," I admitted. "Honestly, I thought you'd shut it down completely." I let a small smile show. "So we have something to work with. But I need time to think about the whole dating thing. It's... a lot."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my flip phone which for someone who was mainly used to smartphones was akin to holding a relic of a past age. In fact, I would be more depressed if I had a smartphone than this flip-phone since this one brought a new tactile feeling that I lacked in the past, and I also lacked internet access.
I held the phone out to her.
"For now, let's exchange contacts. Start building something from there. See where it goes. How does that sound?"
She looked at the phone, then at me. A slow smile spread across her face—not the practiced, seductive one from before, but something warmer that you could read as 'pleased' to do so.
"That sounds..." She took the phone, her fingers brushing mine deliberately. "...okay. We can start as friends, but it's not my fault if you fell for me. Also, until you defeat me, you better not dream of stringing along any other girl."
I watched her enter her contact information, her movements graceful even in something so mundane. The festival continued around us, oblivious that I just managed to negotiate a future girlfriend with an actual Yandere.
"You should also forget about that Vampire girl."
"Heh, I will not promise anything, Chizuru-senpai. I should get going. Oh, and don't worry, I will not forget to contact you. Have your phone by your side."
Am I planning to do some sexting with her? No, not really. I just wanted to have this interaction be done for today, since this Chizuru, wasn't on a high priority right now. As far as I'm concerned, the girls I should lock down early should remain Moka with her whole package, Kurumu and Mizore.
If something happens along the way with Nonko, Arachnea, Chizuru or even my Senseis, it's all but fair game, but I should not let this distract me from my main goal.
'Power and Status. In the Supernatural World, this is the Holy Grail.'
Making my way out, leaving Chizuru in her dazed state, I went to look for Moka. I found her near the edge of the Theater Club's outdoor area, practically bouncing on her heels with barely contained excitement.
"Tsukune!" She rushed over, her pink hair catching the festival lights. Before I could react, she'd wrapped her arms around me in a warm hug. "I didn't know you were so great at singing! That was amazing! When did you learn to play the lyre? And that song—I've never heard anything like it!"
The embrace was innocent, purely friendly, but the press of her body against mine and the lingering adrenaline from my encounter with Chizuru made my thoughts drift somewhere less innocent.
'Maybe it's from all the bites on my throat from her.'
"Careful, Moka," I murmured near her ear, a teasing lilt in my voice. "Hugging me like this in public? Tsk, tsk, people will once again talk about me. What's more, we're surrounded by so many people."
She pulled back slightly, blinking up at me with those big green eyes. "Talk? About what?"
"About how the prettiest girl in first year can't keep her hands off me." I grinned. "My reputation might suffer. Ah, it's already in shambles since they can't decide on how to describe me."
It took a second, then her cheeks flushed that adorable shade of pink. "T-Tsukune! I was just... that is... you're being mean!"
But she didn't let go of my arm.
"Am I?"
"Yes! Making fun of me when I'm trying to be nice!" She pouted, but there was no real anger in it. If anything, she looked pleased. Flustered, but pleased.
I laughed, the tension I felt from interacting with the dangerous S-tier Kitsune leaving my body. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Thank you for the compliment. Really."
'Note to my future self. Don't get entangled with beings that you can't yet handle. Such as S-tier Kitsunes that can kill you out of jelousy. File under 'handle with extreme caution'.'
'Moreoever, don't get in touch with Goddesses at least until I am at S-tier myself.'
Her pout softened into a genuine smile. "You're welcome. But you really were amazing, Tsukune. I'm proud of you."
"Come on," I said, hiding away my pleased smirk, since it felt that good to hear Moka say she was proud of me, nodding toward the path leading away from the Theater Club.
"Let's get out of here before that president finds me again and tries to cast me in a Shakespearean tragedy."
Moka giggled and fell into step beside me, her hand finding my arm in that casual, maybe possessive way she'd developed over the month, as if she was a clingy cat marking her own territory. It felt comfortable being this close and having skin-contact with her. Almost natural.
We walked through the festival crowds, past food stalls and game booths and clubs hawking their wares. The sounds of laughter and chatter continued on, hours had passed since the Festival had began, keeping us warm and alive with the engagement.
I was ready to start wrapping up the day, and go find Gin, the president of the Newspaper Club and see what he was going to offer for us to join his one-member club, wondering where he might be exactly since I didn't find him stalking the Kendo Club or the K-On Club, the ones truly popular with girls.
Then something shifted.
I didn't know what triggered it at first, but the sensation was truly strange for me, initially it started like an itch, slowly devolving into a prickle at the back of my neck. It was the first time, I felt such a change in my surroundings.
Even the air seemed to shift. And to my bewilderment, my body reacted before my conscious mind caught up.
My vision sharpened while colors started deepening. The cacophony of festival sounds resolved into individual threads that were divided into multiple cues, from footsteps, heartbeats to whispered conversations thirty meters away.
My senses shifted into the footsteps, and then my consciousness picked apart the smaller details, such as how soft it felt to how deliberate their steps sounded in my ears, to their matching pace.
'We're being followed by some curious ladies. The smell and taste has this umami tangines to it.'
'Reminds me of sushi and sashimi. But I digress… Could it be? Just like in the original?'
'Mermaids are after me?'
'Heh, it appears that my movement so far wasn't big enough to break the wings of the butterfly.'
'Let's profit from it while I still can.'
I didn't turn, but Moka, while in her Outer Form, had her Vampiric Powers sealed but still retained a small portion that gave her the capability of detecting the changes in my presence. I could feel my vision enhancing, and probably from how Moka's eyes reacted in shock, my eyes should have turned into my Ghoul Vampire state, retaining their crimson predatory slits.
The warmth of vampiric crimson bled into my vision, enhancing every detail of the shadows around us.
'How many are there? Let me see… Four. No, five. All female. Moving with a coordination that shouldn't be normal except from working together for a long time.'
"Moka." My voice came out low, controlled. "Stay close."
She looked up at me, confusion flickering in her dazed green eyes. "What's—"
(Moka's POV)
'Impossbile, his eyes look just like yours Inner. But I only drew his blood, never injecting him with my own blood.'
'What have I done? Could it be that Tsukune is turning into a Vampire?'
[You're only noticing now? I have this fear since I've seen him display Yoki and showing some of our Vampire's traits while sparing with me.]
'What are we supposed to do, Inner? Should I stop myself from drinking his blood?'
[That would be the worst option for him right now. Even myself, when I feed on him, I hold back from injecting my blood. It should be because of his own Gift that processes our signature and processes it as us injecting him with blood.]
[If we stop drinking his blood. It would trigger an instability which might lead into Tsukune becoming a Ghoul. That is my worst fear.]
'Why haven't you told me previously? I would have stopped drinking from Tsukune. What if he turns into a Ghoul?'
[It would lead to him becoming a mindless monster who could have the strength that rivals the powers of a Shinso Vampire. However, his mind would only be driven by this insatiable bloodthirst.]
[I hope, those goldfish aren't after Tsukune because they have picked on the subtle human essence… But I doubt that possibility, I'm sure it's because of that. His own sacred gear started to show signs of awakening that I can't miss, especially since he started revealing those Vampire traits in our sparing.]
(Tsukune's POV)
I couldn't read Moka's mind, but I was aware that Inner Moka had her own suspicious about my changes, especially when we spared, but they became secondary at this point.
On the other hand, in anticipation for being flanked by the Mermaids, and to present myself as close as I was previously when just a weak, dumb human, I took a deep breath, calming the boiling sensation of the Shinso Blood activating around my circulatory system, reverting my vision back to the 'human' default state.
Just when I opened my brown eyes, they emerged from the spaces between festival booths like spirits rising from the deep, and to no ones surprise, there were plenty of simps to react to the entrance of the beautiful mermaids.
"Whoa! Look at them!"
The exclamation came from a group of male students clustered near a food stall. Their heads swiveled as one, jaws dropping in synchronized appreciation.
"Those are... the Swimming Club girls!"
"No way! The all-girls club? The one that's impossible to get into?"
"I heard every member is a beauty! Like, model-level gorgeous!"
One particularly bold student, a gangly youth with glasses that magnified his eager eyes stepped forward, practically drooling. "I want to join! I'll do anything! Please, let me join!"
Another joined in, emboldened. "Me too! I'm a strong swimmer! I could be your manager, or—"
The lead mermaid, the one with turquoise hair, fair skin, yellow eyes didn't even look at him, as if he was a lowly ant, not worth her attention. But one of her companions, a redhead with a scowl that could curdle milk, flicked her hand dismissively.
"Idiot."
The gangly student, who'd gotten too close began sniffing at her hair like the pervert he apparently was until the hand of the redhaired mermaid morphed into a aquatic claw-like hand, and he suddenly flew backward, crashing into a stack of empty crates, left into a groaning mess.
"All worth it. Smells like lotus flowers.I-I'll never wash my face or rinse my nostrils."
"Lucky bastard," one of his companions whispered with genuine envy. "He actually got touched by one of them."
"Disgusting," the redhead muttered, examining her now-human nails as if checking for contamination. Her hand had reverted the instant contact ended.
The other male students scrambled backward, suddenly finding other things to look at. The path cleared like magic.
I watched the display with detached interest, while my System started doing its magic by bringing in the basic information on the girls.
[Multiple entities detected.]
Windows opened before my eyes, each one targeting a different mermaid.
[Name: Mizuki Aoyama]
[Threat Level: C (Mermaid)]
[Name: Rin Nagisa]
[Threat Level: C (Mermaid)]
[Name: Kaiyo Sumeragi]
[Threat Level: C (Mermaid)]
[Name: Nami Tachibana]
[Threat Level: C (Mermaid)]
'Seems they aren't snowflakes, all four of them at C-tier, placing them in the same category as Saizo. For sure dangerous when handling them in a group, but individually I could handle it easily even in my human form if it comes to that.'
Taking a closer look at each of them, what could be said then their looks were all 8~10s on a scale of 1 to 10. Beautiful girls. All of them. Wearing swimsuits that would've gotten any normal school shut down if there was any governmental supervision to this 'Institution'.
Theirs were vibrant bikinis in every color, tasteful but revealing one-pieces, sheer wraps draped artfully over shoulders and around waists. Water droplets glistened on their skin, catching the festival lights like scattered diamonds, though the nearest water source was clear across campus.
They moved with an undulating grace that seemed wrong for solid ground, with that hip swing that made any Victoria's Secret model seethe at how stylish it looked. It was hypnotic, really. The Mermaids as the story was told about them had a charm that strung along the poor Greek sailors.
However, deep down, I knew that it was a side-effect of taking human forms since that hip-swing was more like a fish trying to swim throught the ground.
The one leading them stepped forward.
She had turquoise hair that flowed even without wind, fair skin that practically glowed with an inner luminescence, and yellow eyes that locked onto me with unmistakable predatory interest.
No joke, the real version couldn't compare with the anime variant, she was breathtaking.
[Name: Tamao Ichinose]
[Threat Level: B (Mermaid)]
My vampiric senses flared, but not to the point that it was showing on the outside. In fact, deep down I was drooling at the thought of defeating these mermaids and gaining some additional points to my stat points. Afterall, one month has passed since I reached D-tier and my gains were limited, the most I got was from my intense grinding, ahem, working out.
She looked at me up and down, and a seductive smile formed on her pretty face, wrapped in the guise of schoolgirl friendliness.
"Ara~ ara~," Her voice carried a melodic quality that tugged at something in my brain, which should be the innate power of their race. "If it isn't the surprise star from the Theater Club's auditions."
"Sorry for bothering you in such way, stopping you from exploring other clubs, but we simply couldn't contain ourselves and went out of our way to meet you in person."
'Tsk, why does it have to be an Onee-san voice?'
'I'm weak to such Onee-san, MILF type voices.'
'Sigh. If my day wasn't complicated enough with a Yandere Kitsune, now I got a fishy situation with the Mermaids.'