Despite Lucas’s intriguing introduction, Tsukune found that it didn’t change the day much—except now, instead of Moka being the sole center of attention, a good portion of the class seemed fascinated by the new, charming addition. The girls were thrilled by the fresh face, while most of the boys quickly became his rivals, bristling at Lucas's popularity.
Tsukune knew it wouldn’t last but it was good to give Moka a break.
By lunchtime, Lucas was surrounded by a mix of classmates, each group with their own motives. Watching the scene, Tsukune chuckled, “Looks like Lucas is going to be busy for a while.” As he spoke, Moka, already prepared to leave, took Tsukune’s arm. Before Kurumu or Yukari could stop them, she pulled him through the door and out of the classroom amid the frenzy over Lucas.
“Tsukune?” Kurumu looked around after packing her books, then turned to Yukari, who was glancing toward the door. Finding herself alone in a class filled with people she wasn’t interested in, Kurumu groaned in frustration, realizing that Moka had spirited Tsukune away.
Meanwhile, outside in one of their hidden spots, Tsukune and Moka chatted away, eventually steering the conversation toward how Tsukune sometimes felt out of place at the academy, even though he was greeted warmly by classmates and friends like Hermann and acquaintances Sakari. Despite fitting in well, only Moka knew his real identity as a human, which often weighed on him.
Would my friendships even last if they knew I wasn’t a monster?
“The funny thing is…” Tsukune began, causing Moka to turn to him, eager for him to continue. He looked at her directly, making her blush slightly. “What’s the funny thing?” she asked, secretly hoping it was about her.
“I feel so at home here,” he continued, making her smile.
“Really?” she asked, genuinely surprised.
Tsukune nodded with sincerity in his gaze. “Yeah, and it’s all thanks to you, Moka,” he said without a hint of hesitation.
In the dark recesses of the rosary, an exasperated eye-roll went unnoticed, while Moka’s attention remained on Tsukune.
“Why’s that?” she asked with a bright smile, grateful to be sharing this quiet moment with him.
“You accept me, even though I'm human."
Moka quickly nodded, her eyes softening. “Well, you’re always so kind to me.” She held her cheeks with a shy smile. “I’m really thankful you’re here with me too, Tsukune.”
Without hesitation, Moka moved closer to Tsukune, her gaze intense as she gently backed him up against the wall of their secluded corner on campus.
“Moka?” he whispered, his cheeks flushing.
Moka’s face was bright with blush as well, her voice dropping to a tender, breathy tone. “Tsukune… it makes me so happy to be alone with you… because I…” She leaned in even closer, her voice becoming a whisper, “Because I…”
Tsukune closed his eyes, leaning forward, anticipating a kiss. Instead, he felt her breath against his neck as she murmured, “Because I love your blood, Tsukune,” before sinking her fangs into him.
Ah… of course, Tsukune thought with a mix of resignation and affection as Moka drank.
Mid-sip, Moka couldn’t help but murmur, savoring the moment, “So sweet… so pure… a perfect harmony of flavors…”
Pulling back with a playful smile, she gazed at him, a spark of mischief in her eyes. “It’s the best blood I’ve ever tasted.”
Giddy and lightheaded from her bite, she released her embrace, leaving Tsukune to slump weakly to the ground, feeling drained.
“Amazing… absolutely amazing!” Moka whispered to herself, basking in the bliss.
Meanwhile, Tsukune lay on the floor, his usual “victim of love” position. I should’ve known… But still… I can’t give up. I want Moka to like me… for me… not just for my blood.
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As Moka tried to help Tsukune to his feet, Lucas, wandering the school grounds, stumbled upon them mid-bite. He stopped in his tracks, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he silently observed.
Vampire…
After a moment, Tsukune and Moka moved on, unaware of their audience. However, Lucas noticed another figure lingering in the area, watching Moka intently. His gaze hardened, but he ultimately shook his head and walked away, leaving the scene behind.
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Classes resumed as usual, though Lucas remained the center of attention. Meanwhile, Tsukune struggled to shake off the lingering effects of Moka's bite. Despite his best efforts, no amount of human endurance or exercise could counteract vampiric draining.
By the time club activities began, Tsukune appeared ghastly pale, with slightly sunken cheeks. Kurumu, noticing his state, immediately leaped to his defense.
“Moka!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the room. “You bit Tsukune again, didn’t you?”
Moka, radiant and refreshed, blinked in surprise. “Oh? Um… how can you tell?” she asked innocently, her glowing complexion a stark contrast to Tsukune’s ghostly pallor.
Kurumu clenched her fists, her irritation palpable. “I’ve already declared Tsukune as my mate of fate! If you hurt him again, I’ll hurt you!”
Before Tsukune could muster a response, Kurumu was already at his side, enveloping him in her signature loving embrace.
“Poor Tsukune! Look at you—so pale!” she cooed, pulling him tightly against her. The sheer force of her affection nudged the table, causing it to jostle Moka, who stumbled back with a surprised, “Kya!”
Engulfed in Kurumu’s overwhelming softness, Tsukune could only manage a weak, “C-Can’t… breathe…”
Completely oblivious to her suffocating embrace, Kurumu stroked his hair soothingly. “Don’t worry, Tsukune. I’d never treat you like that. I’d hold you gently… just like this, always.”
Tsukune, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, flailed weakly in an attempt to free himself. His hand inadvertently landed on something soft, eliciting a moan and shudder from Kurumu.
“O-Oh, Tsukune!” she gasped, her face flushing as her breathing grew uneven.
Unaware of his actions, Tsukune instinctively squeezed, his oxygen-deprived brain fixating on a singular thought, S-So soft…
Kurumu’s strength, naturally amplified by her succubus nature, kept him firmly locked in place. She fidgeted slightly, her voice growing breathy. “I… I didn’t know you wanted me that mu—”
Her words were abruptly cut off by a metallic clang as Yukari, wielding a steel basin seemingly pulled from thin air, slammed it onto Kurumu’s head with an anki-enhanced swing.
“Guho!” Kurumu choked out, releasing Tsukune as she crumpled to the floor in an unflattering heap.
Yukari huffed, crossing her arms. “Honestly, Kurumu, learn to control yourself! Tsukune’s already so weak! You want to kill him??”
Despite being hurt by Yukari’s casual defense of him, Tsukune, finally able to breathe again, gasped for air. “T-Thanks, Yukari…”
Moka, watching the scene unfold, stifled a laugh while Kurumu groaned on the ground, rubbing her head. “I was just trying to help!” she mumbled indignantly.
Yukari continued her scolding, puffing out her chest and speaking with a self-assured tone. “What Tsukune needs is someone who will really take care of him. Someone like me and Moka!” She punctuated her statement by pointing proudly at herself.
Tsukune, still reeling from his earlier ordeal, barely managed to process her words.
Kurumu, having recovered from Yukari’s earlier intervention, smirked and casually approached the younger girl. With minimal effort, she lifted Yukari off the ground by her armpits. “Maybe when you grow up, little girl,” Kurumu teased, her voice dripping with condescension.
Yukari, indignant, squirmed furiously, throwing her weight around to destabilize Kurumu. “I’m plenty grown!” she snapped, struggling as they both tumbled to the floor with Kurumu landing on top.
“It’s not all about size, you know!” Yukari shouted, flailing in an attempt to escape Kurumu’s grasp.
“It’s not about nothing either!” Kurumu shot back, her mischievous grin widening as she began tickling Yukari mercilessly. In the commotion, Kurumu’s mischief escalated, and in a matter of moments, she managed to strip Yukari of her top and bra.
Yukari gasped, her face turning bright red. “Y-You! You breasts-for-brains idiot!” she shrieked, trying desperately to shield herself.
Tsukune, horrified at the scene, immediately spun around to avoid witnessing Yukari’s humiliation.
Behind him, Kurumu triumphantly waved Yukari’s panties in the air, twirling it around her finger like a trophy. She sauntered past Tsukune with a smug grin.
“Kurumu!” Tsukune cried, stepping between her and Yukari. “I-I’m fine, okay? Just stop!”
While Tsukune tried to de-escalate the situation, Moka knelt beside Yukari, wrapping her in her own jacket to shield her dignity. “It’s okay, Yukari,” Moka said gently, trying to comfort the teary-eyed girl as she hastily gathered her clothes.
Taking a deep breath, Tsukune turned to Kurumu with a pleading expression. “Can we just focus on our club tasks, please?”
Kurumu huffed, crossing her arms as she shot a glare at Moka. “Fine, but Moka better stop draining you dry!”
Tsukune straightened up, summoning his resolve. “Kurumu, please don’t be angry. It’s not Moka’s fault she drinks my blood—she can’t help it!”
Moka’s cheeks flushed at his defense, her eyes widening in surprise.
Kurumu, initially fuming, faltered as Tsukune continued. “Just like… how you can’t always control yourself around me,” he added, blushing at his own words.
Kurumu’s face turned beet red as she looked away, flustered. “W-Well, when you put it that way…” she stammered, her tone softening. After a moment, she turned back to Tsukune, more composed. “Okay, I’ll forgive Moka… for now. But only because you asked.”
Her dramatic declaration left Tsukune sighing in relief while Moka gave him a grateful smile. Meanwhile, Yukari muttered under her breath, still red-faced, “One day, I’ll show her who’s the real adult around here…”
Before the group could resume their club tasks, the door to the room slid open, drawing everyone’s attention.
“So, you’re offering yourself as her blood cattle?” came a condescending voice from the doorway. The speaker stepped into the room with a smirk. “How gallant… Or perhaps… Are you in love?”
Tsukune turned to see the newcomer—a tall, strikingly handsome young man with an air of superiority. His sharp, fashionable appearance was accentuated by dirty blonde hair streaked with silver, and his piercing brown eyes held a depth that hinted at immense power. He stood with both hands casually in his pockets, radiating confidence.
Moka and Tsukune exchanged confused glances.
“Who are you?” Kurumu demanded, her tone laced with caution. Another handsome man showing up unannounced made her instantly wary.
Ignoring her question, the young man stepped further into the room and withdrew his right hand from his pocket, revealing a silver rosary dangling from his fingers. The sight of it immediately reminded Tsukune of Lucas and Moka.
“It’s such a pity vampires are such sticklers for their laws,” the man said, his voice dripping with mockery.
The group instinctively tensed, their guard rising as the stranger approached. Sensing their unease, he continued in a patronizing tone, as though lecturing them. “Never enter a house without an invitation… don’t drink from the dead…”
Then, his lips curled into a sinister smile that sent a chill through Kurumu, Moka, and Yukari.
“And, of course, that unbreakable law about choosing a lover…”
Tsukune felt the man’s sneering gaze fall on him.
Law? What law? Tsukune wondered, his unease growing.
“No matter how generous you are… no matter how kind, how rich, or how powerful you may be…” The man’s voice darkened, dripping with malice. “…she’ll never be yours.”
His attention then shifted to Moka, his brown eyes gleaming with predatory intent. Moka instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, backing away slightly. “W-Wait, who are you?” she stammered.
The man’s smug smile deepened. “Junya Inui,” he said with an air of arrogance. “Sophomore.”
The revelation that Junya was a sophomore immediately set the group further on edge.
Noticing the effect his words had, Junya chuckled softly, clearly reveling in their discomfort. He finally directed his full attention to Moka, his voice growing softer yet no less menacing.
“And, just like you… I’m a vampire.”