While Tsukune and Moka’s lives had been a whirlwind of nonstop chaos ever since Tsukune chose to stay at the academy and Moka committed to supporting him, there were rare moments of calm. In these brief reprieves, there were no malicious or perverted monsters chasing after them—well, at least not actively. Kurumu, of course, was never far behind, making their trio complete during these quieter times.
In one of these rare calm moments, Moka sat tiredly on an academy bench, slowly nodding off. Even though she was alone, she felt safe, knowing that a friend was close by.
As if on cue, a familiar voice echoed across the empty area, "Moka! I got some tomato juice!" Tsukune's voice sounded cheerful, excited to bring her the drink she loved.
Unfortunately for him, in her half-asleep state, Moka’s senses prioritized something other than hearing—her nose picked up the familiar scent of blood. Still drowsy, she half-opened her eyes and smiled faintly at Tsukune, who appeared to be practically glowing in front of her.
Tsukune, noticing her dazed expression, approached with a confused but still warm smile. "Uh, Moka?" he asked, puzzled.
As a vampire with a natural craving for blood, Moka had learned to manage her hunger whenever her regular blood deliveries were delayed. Thankfully, her rosary seal helped suppress her cravings, and over time, she developed a liking for tomato juice. The red color and texture tricked her mind into thinking it was blood, delaying her urges. Still, it was only a temporary fix.
Unfortunately for Tsukune, her regular blood supply isn't available right now; and Tsukune himself was—a much fresher source.
Before he could react, Moka lunged at him, wrapping her arms around her favorite human and sinking her fangs into his neck. Tsukune yelped in surprise as Moka began to drink from him.
Because no matter how much she liked tomato juice, Moka loved Tsukune’s blood even more.
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Being a werewolf, Gin’s regenerative abilities were nearly unmatched, rivaled only by creatures like the hydra and phoenix. After being thoroughly beaten by Moka, he bounced back the very next day. However, his recovery was hardly peaceful—he spent the entire day evading an angry mob of women, led by none other than the powerful oni, Sakari.
After slipping away from the vengeful crowd, Gin wandered around the outskirts of the academy’s club buildings. As he approached one of the buildings, the familiar sound of women exercising reached his ears, making him smile mischievously.
Despite being on the academy’s "most wanted" list among the female population, Gin couldn’t deny his nature. He loved women, and trouble seemed to follow him wherever they were.
Following the sound, he eventually came across a wall with a sign taped to it.
~Temporary Changing Room! Please don’t peek!~
A smirk spread across Gin’s face. Being the reckless dog that he was, he didn’t hesitate. Using his werewolf strength, he scaled the wall with ease, expecting a delightful view from the other side. What he didn’t expect was an arrow flying straight toward him.
Before Gin could react, the arrow—infused with powerful youki—pierced his skull, sinking deep into his brain. For any lesser monster, this would have been a fatal blow. Even for Gin, it was serious enough to knock him out cold and send him flying backward.
On the other side of the wall, the girls erupted into cheers as they saw their surprise attack land perfectly. Sakari, holding her longbow, grinned with satisfaction. Setting down her yumi, she raised her hand in victory, causing the other students to cheer even louder.
While the girls celebrated, Gin lay on the ground, sputtering blood, his body struggling to heal with the arrow still lodged in his head. His werewolf regeneration was impressive, but with such a serious wound inflicted by sharp youki, the process was going to take time—a fact Sakari was well aware of.
After a brief celebration, Sakari dismissed the girls, telling them their job was done for now. She however walked over to where Gin lay unconscious, watching as his body slowly tried to mend itself.
She had no intention of finishing him off while he was down. Sakari wanted Gin fully healed so she could face him at his best—and then, she’d teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.
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One weekend, Kurumu, ever focused on her goal to win over her "destined one" Tsukune, was busy baking in her dorm. Coming from a powerful succubus family, Kurumu had the luxury of renovating her room to include not only a cozy bedroom but also a small kitchen where she could indulge her love of baking.
Aside from her natural talents of charming men and expanding her would-be harem, Kurumu had a deep passion for baking. With her ambitions of conquering men no longer her everyday focus, she had filled the void with cooking, baking, and rigorous training.
Today, Kurumu was baking cookies, one of her favorite treats. As she meticulously prepared her ingredients, a wave of frustration hit her—despite all her daily training, she still couldn’t defeat Moka in a fight.
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If I can’t beat Moka in a proper fight…
Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she exclaimed, "I know! I’ll poison her instead!"
With the skill of a master baker, Kurumu set to work, crafting cookies that appeared completely normal—perfectly golden, irresistibly delicious, and screaming to be eaten. The plan was foolproof… or so she thought.
However, being a succubus, Kurumu’s natural charm infused everything she did, including her baking. And as a lover of cookies herself, she had a particular weakness for the sweet treats she was now creating. Her own enchantment backfired, as the sight and smell of the cookies became too tempting to resist. Without realizing it, she ended up eating her own poisoned batch.
For the next few days, Kurumu found herself confined to her room, recovering from her unintended self-inflicted illness. Despite her rivalry with Moka, the vampire came to check on her regularly, even bringing her some food while Tsukune waited downstairs in the dorm lobby.
On the last day of her recovery, after Moka had dropped off a final meal and left, Kurumu lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling with a grumble of annoyance.
I guess… she isn’t that bad, she thought grudgingly, though she would never admit it aloud.
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In another part of the academy, Shizuka Nekonome, Tsukune’s homeroom teacher and the newspaper club’s advisor, was busy with her rounds. As one of the few monsters interested in teaching other monsters, Shizuka had her hands full. Besides being a teacher, she also served as a patrol guard, advised the newspaper club, and even helped maintain the academy's barrier.
The academy, despite its global influence, struggled to recruit monster educators. This left Shizuka overworked, though the job came with perks. The academy was quite wealthy, and she was well-compensated. But being stuck at the academy meant she rarely had chances to spend her earnings in the human world.
Except when it came to food.
Even if it came at a premium, Shizuka regularly splurged on seafood, having it delivered straight to her room. Tuna was her favorite.
As she strolled through the corridors, she passed by a pair of students engaged in a lighthearted conversation.
“You should really come to my dorm tonight!” one of the students said excitedly.
“Why? What’s going on?” asked the other.
“I got a goldfish from the mall! It’s so cute!”
“Oooh, no way! I wanna see it!”
Despite being a teacher with well-practiced magical abilities, Shizuka sometimes let her concentration slip. And right now, as she overheard the conversation about the goldfish, her mind wandered, imagining the delicious seafood meal it could make. She lost focus on her transformation spell, and her cat ears and tail popped out, twitching happily.
Without realizing it, Shizuka's tail swayed back and forth in excitement as she continued her patrol, thinking about her dinner plans.
Mmm, tuna tonight sounds purrfect, she mused with a contented smile. Her stomach growled in agreement.
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In a well-lit, elegantly furnished office, a handsome man with long, blonde hair flowing past his shoulders sat behind a desk, calmly handling paperwork as smooth jazz played softly in the background. His androgynous features often led people to mistake him for a woman at first glance, but Kuyo’s deep, unmistakably masculine voice quickly corrected any such misunderstandings.
Across from him stood one of his most trusted aides, Sato Kirigaya, a tall, muscular student with short green hair. Sato held a folder in his large hands.
“Kuyo, I have a report to deliver,” Sato announced.
Kuyo raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “You’re giving me the report? I expected Keito to handle this.”
Sato nodded and replied, “Normally, yes. But do you remember the order you gave me two years ago?”
Kuyo leaned back in his chair, momentarily searching his memory. After a brief pause, the image of a particular student—a girl with an innocent, almost childlike face—came to mind. His expression tightened for a split second before he composed himself. Kuyo didn’t enjoy recalling moments of personal defeat, especially not when it involved her.
San… the one who forced me to discover my fourth tail…
Shaking off the unpleasant memory, Kuyo regained his usual calm, composed demeanor. His voice returned to its neutral tone. “Ah, the newspaper club.”
Sato nodded again. “Yes. You instructed me to keep an eye on them and report any changes.”
Kuyo’s expression remained unreadable as he recalled that order. At the time, the now-graduated San had been the strongest student in the academy, maintaining peace with little effort wherever she went. Kuyo, driven by ambition, had challenged her when he first enrolled, seeking to assert his power and authority.
But San had defeated him with ease.
I couldn’t even break through her barrier…
Even now, with his power having doubled since then, Kuyo wasn’t entirely certain he could defeat his former senior. That lingering doubt gnawed at him, though he would never show it.
Taking the folder from Sato, Kuyo opened it and scanned through the contents, which included photographs of a shattered rooftop. Sato began his explanation.
“This is the aftermath of a fight between Gin and Moka, both members of the newspaper club.”
Hearing Gin’s name, Kuyo frowned. His relationship with Gin was complicated. As the head of the Public Safety Committee, Kuyo was involved in extorting various clubs and organizations for resources. Most complied, but a few groups were harder to manipulate, either due to their small size or the strength of their members.
The newspaper club fell into both categories—small in numbers and protected fiercely by Gin.
That dog guarded the club like it was her last gift to him.
Gin’s strength reminded Kuyo of San, stirring up a wave of unpleasant memories.
“Gin must’ve gone all out,” Kuyo said, his voice laced with false sympathy. “I pity whoever was on the receiving end.”
To Kuyo’s surprise, Sato shook his head. “Gin didn’t win, sir.”
Kuyo’s sharp golden eyes widened slightly. “Moka won, then?”
Sato nodded. “And quite decisively, if I may add.”
Kuyo leaned back, deep in thought. Gin was no ordinary monster—he was a werewolf of exceptional strength, a paragon of his race. For him to lose, and so easily, to a freshman two years younger than him… even if Moka was a vampire, it was still noteworthy.
Kuyo was confident he could defeat Gin, but he knew better than to underestimate the werewolf. A loss like this signaled something more.
“This Moka. We had records on her, correct?” Kuyo asked, flipping through the report.
Sato nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Tell Keito to send those records to my office. If she’s this powerful, why didn’t I receive a report sooner?” There was an edge to Kuyo’s voice, his temper flaring as he let a surge of youki ripple outward.
Sato swallowed, adjusting his collar as Kuyo’s immense power bore down on him. Nevertheless, he answered with composure, “She flew under the radar, sir. There are records of various monsters assaulting her, but their defeats were mostly attributed to a student named Tsukune.”
Kuyo paused, the name catching his attention. He opened the part of the report that referenced Tsukune, a seemingly average-looking monster. He recalled the vandalism incident where he’d first laid eyes on him. At the time, Kuyo had noted Tsukune’s unusual control over his youki. Rumors had pegged him as a vampire, leading Kuyo to assume he was an S-Class monster.
But if Moka is the vampire… then what exactly is Tsukune?