When Moka struck Gin, he was sent hurtling toward the rooftop's entrance, crashing into the small room and causing it to collapse onto him. Fortunately for Gin, he was a resilient creature—his body was able to withstand immense damage. Even if the entire academy had crumbled upon him, it was unlikely he would have met his end.

However, even the small amount of rubble from the rooftop entrance was enough to ignite Gin's fury. The sensation of being buried in the moment of ecstasy sent fire coursing through his veins. He could feel himself losing control, slipping further from his sense of self.

Ever since she left…

Shaking off the debris, Gin forced himself out of the rubble, his mind swirling with painful memories.

She’s not here anymore. No reason to hold back.

A menacing smile crept across his face as he saw Moka through the smoke.

"Hehe… you're such a sweet girl," he said, his voice dripping with a dark intensity. "It's been so long since I've met someone like her…" His eyes narrowed, his grin widening into something more sinister. "It only makes me want you more."

In the academy, most monsters learn to take on human form before they're allowed to enroll, gaining the ability to mimic humans. For most monsters, this ability is not natural but acquired, taught by an unknown source centuries ago. Yet, there are some who do not need to transform. Vampires, for example, are naturally powerful and graceful in their human-like forms, and Moka’s rosary was a unique anomaly. But there’s another famous type of monster that can bypass this magical need to transform.

Gin's body began to shudder, growing in size as his transformation took hold.

“Moka, I warned you…” Gin’s voice deepened, becoming rougher and more animalistic with each word. “Under the full moon, my urges are… uncontrollable…”

As the smoke cleared, Gin now towered at nearly eight feet tall. His uniform tore apart as his body expanded, revealing thick black fur underneath. His once handsome face elongated, his nose becoming a snout, and his teeth sharpened into deadly fangs.

Moka stepped back, her eyes widening in realization.

Gin growled, his voice guttural. "And when I get like this... there's no controlling me!"

Moka clenched her fists, her heart racing.

Gin’s a werewolf!

Ever the pacifist, Moka tried to reason with Gin, her voice trembling slightly. "G-Gin, let’s ta—"

But Gin cut her off, his voice booming with raw desire and aggression. "Now, Moka!" His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger. "You are mine!"

Moka screamed as Gin's massive frame loomed over her, "No!"

"Stop!!"

But just then, Gin's movement halted, caught off guard by a voice he didn't expect. For a moment, the surprise broke through his pseudo-bloodlust.

Turning toward the source of the voice, Gin spoke through gritted teeth, barely suppressing his rage. "You?! How can this be?!"

His question was swiftly answered as Kurumu swooped in from the sky, bypassing the wreckage of the rooftop entrance, with Tsukune in her grasp.

Moka's expression shifted to relief as she spotted the two of them. "Tsukune! Kurumu!"

Gin's attention flickered momentarily to Tsukune, his teeth gritting as his hands clenched into fists. "You..." Rage clouded his mind for an instant, but he quickly suppressed it. "You’re supposed to be dead. The girls should have chopped you up or eaten you."

Tsukune frowned. After encountering so many monstrous beings, he had become somewhat desensitized to the supernatural world. Yet, his disdain for Gin's actions filled him with an unexpected courage. "Kurumu helped me out."

Kurumu landed behind Tsukune, wearing a smug smile as she regarded Gin.

"I saw everything. I found it strange that you'd follow Tsukune, especially considering the rumors I've heard about you."

She glared at Gin one more time, emphasizing her next words. “And if it weren’t for your pathetic attempt to trick me with such a basic illusion, I might never have suspected you.”

Pulling out dozens of freshly printed photos from her bosom and pockets, Kurumu unveiled Gin’s malicious actions.

“I hear this is spreading all over the school,” she said, punctuating her statement by scattering the photos into the air.

Gin glanced at the scattered photos, each one depicting him taking pictures of Tsukune peeking into the locker room. He pressed his claw against his face, feeling his overwhelming rage surging back.

"My... plan... ruined," he snarled, his glare fixed on Kurumu, who could feel the weight of his youki pressing down on her.

She winced, realizing she had encountered a third creature within the academy that she wasn’t confident she could defeat.

Gin opened his mouth, screaming, “Curse you!”

Spreading his arms wide, he roared, unleashing an overwhelming surge of youki. For a split second, Tsukune thought he sensed Moka’s power releasing, but he quickly dismissed that notion.

No, Moka’s power is still greater… but Gin isn’t far behind. I need to release Moka’s rosary!

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“Moka, I’m coming!”

As if on cue, Tsukune and Moka quickly moved to the side, trying to sidestep Gin.

"Tsukune! Wait! Werewolves are too powerful! You shouldn't just—" Kurumu shouted, only to be cut off as Gin lunged forward, momentarily vanishing before dashing toward Tsukune with blinding speed.

Werewolves were formidable creatures, ranking among the top in terms of physical prowess. On average, they were faster and stronger than vampires and boasted incredibly strong regenerative abilities, allowing them to heal lethal wounds in mere seconds.

Just as Moka and Tsukune were about to reach each other, Gin, moving so swiftly that the world around him appeared too slow, materialized beside Tsukune. He delivered a powerful swipe aimed at Tsukune’s legs, intending to slice them off.

Just before Gin’s claws could dismember Tsukune, his vision blurred, and he missed, striking the floor instead. Growling in frustration, he turned to the source of the distraction and saw Kurumu with both hands raised, casting a powerful illusion. While this wouldn’t be enough to truly impede a werewolf, it was enough to momentarily divert his attention.

Tsukune seized the opportunity to reach Moka, and for a brief moment, they embraced.

Moka shouted with relief, “I knew you wouldn’t—”

But before she could fully express her happiness, her vision darkened, the last thing she saw was Tsukune holding the rosary with an expression of relief.

She smiled, safe in the knowledge that they were no longer in any danger.

Gin roared, shattering Kurumu’s illusion and causing her to wince in pain from the backlash of his youki.

With her powers undone, Gin lunged toward Tsukune and Moka.

“You fool! I was letting you off easy by letting the women take you out instead of me! Now, you’re going to die!”

Gin’s movement was lightning fast, but before he could reach them, Moka’s rosary had already been removed. A massive surge of youki erupted from her, creating a powerful shockwave that stopped Gin in his tracks. The overwhelming force radiating from Moka halted his advance, leaving him frozen in place.

“What the—?” Gin stammered, a mix of awe and disbelief in his voice. He had never encountered a vampire before, but the stories from his family and the older werewolves had made one thing clear—there was bad blood between the two races. Werewolves and vampires were natural rivals, and Gin had always been told that the average werewolf could easily match the average vampire.

Gin knew he wasn’t an average lycan. He was stronger, faster, more experienced. Yet, the force standing before him wasn’t just an above-average vampire—it was something far beyond that. An anomaly. A presence so powerful it defied the balance he had always believed in.

Gin looked down and found his claws trembling under the pressure of Moka’s transformation. He then internally laughed. For his whole life, he was prepared to fight vampires due to the ‘traditional’ bad blood between the two races yet here, he was nervous.

As Moka's immense youki began to settle back into her, Gin watched the transformation unfold before him. She stood taller, her form now leaner yet visibly toned, with subtle muscles hinting at her newfound strength. The once vibrant pink of her hair had shifted into a chilling, silver hue, and her serene green eyes were replaced by a piercing crimson that radiated danger. When her gaze locked onto Gin, Moka's lips curled into a confident, almost predatory smile.

Gin responded with a twisted grin, his lust giving way to the thrill of battle.

“Hehe... So, this is Moka’s true form!”

His laugh echoed through the rooftop, a mix of growling and human mirth.

“Moka! You’re perfect!” Gin exclaimed, eyes gleaming with a crazed intensity. “Even your monster form is beautiful. I want nothing more than to conquer you!”

Tsukune, watching from the side, couldn’t help but frown.

Doesn't matter if he's a werewolf or not—he’s still a perverted beast.

Gathering strength, Gin leaped toward Moka with wild but focused rage. Meanwhile, Kurumu, who had flown toward Tsukune as Moka transformed, quickly pulled him away from the center of the impending clash.

Tsukune muttered a quiet "thank you" to Kurumu as they both watched Moka and Gin prepare to clash.

Upon her release, Moka felt a surge of excitement.

In past fights, she had only faced weaklings and cowards. But now, she was about to face a real challenge—a monster who might actually have the power to harm her. However, Gin’s first words snuffed out that thrill.

Ah, just another pervert.

As Gin closed the gap with his rapid movements, Moka stepped forward calmly, her eyes focused. With a lightning-fast jab aimed precisely where Gin was about to appear, she struck.

“In your dreams, wolf,” she said coolly, answering his boast with a swift blow.

Just as Moka’s strike was about to connect, Gin, charging full force, shifted his movement ever so slightly and dodged to the side. Using the momentum, he accelerated even faster, appearing behind Moka in an attempt to grab her.

Without hesitation, Moka spun, delivering a powerful roundhouse kick aimed at Gin’s head, but he jumped back, evading the skull-crushing blow with ease. Bouncing off the roof floor, Gin dashed at Moka again. Seeing him approach at blinding speed, Moka dashed forward as well. With a graceful spin mid-dash, she struck with her elbow, only to hit nothing but an afterimage.

Gin smirked, impressed by her speed but confident in his own. Seeing Moka could keep up with him, he backed off for a moment, heading to the ruined rooftop entrance. Bathed in the glow of the full moon, Gin reveled in its power.

"After sensing your strength, I expected more from you… but it seems I overestimated the great vampire," he sneered, watching Moka’s indifferent expression.

Kurumu and Tsukune watched in awe. Though they couldn’t fully grasp the magnitude of power being displayed, it was clear they were witnessing a clash beyond anything they had ever seen.

"He's so fast... it’s like he's vanishing!" Tsukune muttered, eyes wide.

Kurumu, gritting her teeth, realized the immense gap between herself and Moka’s power.

If I ever want to fight her on equal footing, I’ll need to get stronger.

Gin, taking a deep breath, refocused on Moka with a wicked grin. "Vampires may have ruled the top of the monster food chain for a long time… but you’ve clearly forgotten your equals—no, your superiors!" He charged again, his eyes wild. "A werewolf under the full moon is unstoppable!"

Moka stood still, calm and poised as Gin charged toward her. Just as the werewolf was about to land his attack, he sidestepped at the last second, attempting to strike from behind. But once again, he halted his movement, vanishing and reappearing in a blur of motion. His speed increased with every step, darting around Moka in a whirlwind of motion, leaving behind dozens of afterimages, each one seemingly ready to strike.

Despite the overwhelming speed, Moka maintained a balanced stance, her crimson eyes darting carefully, tracking Gin’s every movement. She showed no sign of panic, only quiet focus, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

He’s fast, immensely so.

For a brief moment, Moka considered enhancing her body with her immense reserves of youki to exponentially increase her physical attributes. However, she dismissed the idea almost instantly. While it would grant her tremendous power, it wasn’t an efficient use of energy. Given her already impressive base strength, tapping into her reserves to multiply it would rapidly drain even her vast well of youki. She knew she had to be more strategic and conserve her strength for when it truly mattered.

Moka spotted a brief opening in Gin’s erratic movements. With calculated precision, she stepped forward, aiming to strike where she predicted he would land. But her fist met nothing but air as Gin swiftly maneuvered, avoiding the blow and positioning himself behind her.

Seeing his bait catch its prey, Gin's grin widened. Moka had demonstrated her incredible power, enough to withstand his most ferocious attacks. But if he truly wanted to defeat her, he knew brute force wouldn’t be enough.

It’s time to get serious.

Channeling a unique mix of his youki, Gin prepared to unleash a special technique.

Obrac!

He screamed the technique internally, fueling himself with a surge of confidence. Moka, having just missed her strike, was momentarily off balance and was unable to react in time.

Gin's claw, now charged with youki, slashed forward, releasing Obrac, a technique designed to shatter youki barriers—the kind of innate protection vampires relied on in battle.

Moka’s eyes widened as she felt the force of the blow slams into her. Gin’s Obrac shattered her barrier, the impact knocking her backward. Regaining her footing, Moka frowned, realizing Gin was more than just raw power.

“He can use Obrac... too,” she muttered, now fully aware that this fight was going to be even more challenging than she thought.

Gin’s arrogance got the best of him. Instead of pressing his advantage after landing a solid blow, he stepped back, wearing a smug, wolfish grin.

“You didn’t expect that, did you? Your race’s own technique, used by one of your rivals,” Gin taunted, his voice dripping with pride.

Moka’s frown deepened. The fact that someone so arrogant was toying with her like this only fueled her resolve. She took a deep breath, calming herself, her eyes closing momentarily as she reformed her shattered youki barrier. Confident that Gin wouldn't attack right away, she took a brief moment to gather her strength.

Obrac. It was a technique crafted by Moka’s ancestors, designed to slay other vampires, she thought, her mind focusing as she assessed the situation.

Opening her eyes, her expression hardened into one of icy calm. Gone was any doubt or hesitation. Her form shifted into a familiar combat stance, her hands and legs glowing faintly as she infused them with sharpened youki.

Gin had made a grave mistake by not pressing his advantage.

With her body charged and intent clear, Moka prepared to unleash her next move—this time, determined to defeat Gin, or, if necessary, kill him.

“I thought when I first saw you that you would present a decent challenge. However, after watching you gloat over such a minor victory, it’s clear you’re just an amateur relying on natural talent,” Moka said, her indifferent tone striking at Gin’s pride like a sharp blade.

With a glare full of murderous intent, she added, “You won’t make that mistake again.”

Gin smirks as he returns to his familiar combat stance, “Oh, is that the case?”