So here it is, a week late but fully formed and ready for consumption. The ending was inspired - structurally - by a movie that damn near everyone I ever hear talks about it loves, see if you can guess which one. It was on television while I was leaving the house one day, and were it not for the fact I was meeting friends I'd have sat down to watch it there and then.
If anyone isn't happy with the direction this takes, or thinks that things could be improved... Please, tell me! It's the only way I'll improve!
A storm of guilty thoughts raged through Keitaro Urashima regarding his use of his newfound talent. He felt guilty for using it that way. Guilty for not telling anyone, even though he knew they would think him insane. He did not want to feel that way. Didn’t want such incredible and overpowering ability for himself. He wanted a greater limitation, for the guilt to go away, and that thought made him feel all that much worse for it. Guilty, guilty, guilty.
Did he really cheat? A difficult question to answer. He did not do so in the normal sense. He did not deliberately seek out the incredible power to know everything occurring within Hinata with the intention of making use of it… Yet he did make use of it. He did leave his notes behind, knowing full well he had an examination and that he could remove them from the grounds to make the test “fair”. Yet at the same time, he <i>did</i> know the answers to the questions put in front of him. He did understand them, and would continue to do so as long as the notes existed within Hinata. It is a tricky question to answer with many arguments on either side. But Keitaro knew within himself that he felt dirty for taking this gift and using it in this way… And the cube reacted to these confused, guilty thoughts in its own twisted way.
Much as Keitaro is simply a good person at heart, so too is Tsukune Aono. In fact, he might well be a better person than Keitaro. He is tremendously selfless, courageous, is not the sort to hold a grudge against anyone and managed to hold together much better than most ordinary humans would upon learning that they were standing within a school for monsters. And would probably die if discovered. Yeah. Most ordinary humans would’ve been held together by string and hope upon realising the truth of that situation. He kept himself together long enough to pack up and try to get the hell out of there… And then turned right back around for the same reason many young men do stupid things: A cute girl.
But this Tsukune was different from the one that might have been. Not in terms of personality, but in terms of… ability. With a single spoken phrase, he can twist the beliefs of those around him on a whim. That’s all it takes. That’s all he needs to do, just… speak and be believed. He didn’t think he had such power and did not realise this truth until Inner Moka told him, but more had changed than simply this! Back when he was but a young boy, himself and Moka were friends that made a promise to one another that they would find each other and never allow themselves to be separated again. Now they had fulfilled the first part of that promise. What of the second? What of -
Ah, but the cube was ill content to let things lie as they were. Keitaro’s guilty thoughts fueled the cube as it reached out and twisted Tsukune’s life once again. It had given him tremendous, almost invincible power, but now Keitaro’s guilt would impose a minor limitation upon it. What was more, Tsukune’s good nature was twisting around as well. At heart still a good person. One of the best. But, that moral centre was eroding away just that slightest little bit. He was no - ahem - monster, but now he would do things that he might not normally try without a twinge of guilt about it. There is a strange sense of symmetry, really. The cube has been making each world just a little bit more like each other, and now through the most amazing and profound coincidence it seemed as though somehow, some way, events had conspired to turn Tsukune Aonno’s personality into something much more like one of the other cube bearers. One who had nothing whatsoever to do with this alteration. In an appropriate poetic twist, this nobody, this zero was about to become a leader. A demon emperor, if you will.
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But before we look in on Tsukune’s altered outlook, it is for the best that we take a look in on one with their own plans to “rule the school.” It should have been easy. It should have been effortless. She should have to do little more than strut down the school corridor and let the boys drool. Then one by one she’d corner them, kiss them, and let her army grow and grow! Day by day! Hour by hour! It should have been easy. Effortless. Instead -
“Hey, did you check out Moka? I hear she’s not allowed to go out into the forest in case her hotness makes it catch fire.”
“I’d be more worried about anyone that didn’t check Moka out. Man, I’d die happy if it meant getting a passing touch of those boobs. They’re so… Big… And bouncy…”
“I’m a leg man myself, and Moka’s are easily the best in the school!”
Instead all they were talking about was Moka, Moka, Moka! Ooh! What did that girl have that she didn’t? Moka was nowhere near as cute as her! Breast size was smaller, legs nowhere near as enticing, overall sex appeal darn near nothing in comparison! How could a non-succubus beat out a succubus in sex appeal? It was like a man outswimming a mermaid!
“Shame about that boy she always hangs around with. If I get the chance, I’ll tear his head off!”
A boy, eh? This led to the pretty young succubus smiling a dark smile. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and where her kind were involved it always involved a kiss and a broken heart. Moka Akashiya would soon rue the day she crossed Kurumu Kurono’s path!
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Ah, but Kurumu was not the only one plotting and scheming within school grounds at that very moment. Come to it, there were quite a lot of students and staff plotting and scheming at that very moment... But for the sake of poetic narrative, the most interesting student at the moment was in fact the very same boy that the pretty young succubus was making her own schemes about. He was worried about, well, a whole laundry list of stuff. He had met up with Moka again for the first time in... However long it had been. At a school for monsters. And she was a vampire that happened to like nibbling on his neck. And she was hot enough to melt lead. And she had a sealed away split personality that was much more aggressive than her outer personality. A more intelligent and aware personality too, he had to admit. She’d noticed right away that there was a “charm” on his tongue. She recommended getting a witch to look it over but... Well, first he’d have to find a witch!
“Altering the beliefs of others... It’s absurd!” he fumed. “I don’t have that kind of power!”
Except he’d seen it. He’d seen what he could do. He’d seen that lumbering brute just walk away because he’d said so, and... Tsukune grimaced. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that to him. Inner Moka was a good bit crueler too, it seemed. If he really could change a person’s beliefs that much, if he could trick them into doing or thinking whatever he wanted with a few carefully spoken words... Would it be right if he ever spoke again?
Then again... Moka wouldn’t always be around and even if she was he might not always be able to remove her rosary to unleash Inner Moka’s amazing power. But if he learned more about this strange ability... determined its limits, learned to control it so he could interact with these, erm, monsters like a normal person - Okay, that thought was badly phrased. But the meaning was clear enough, surely! In case something else did happen and he had to demonstrate that he was a monster or defend himself or something. Having an ability like that would be useful. For self-defense purposes. Right?
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The very next morning, Tsukune strode out among the other students feeling slightly more confident than he had the day before. Sure, he was surrounded by monsters disguised as people and they'd kill him if they found out he was human, but it wasn't that bad, really.
The primary reason why was behind him at this very moment, come to think. Tsukune could tell because all the boys directly in front of him were staring down the corridor with a gleam in their eyes and a single name on their lips. He turned to face her, and felt his heart skip a beat at the radiance before him. Just like the other boys around him he couldn't help but stare at her beautiful face with an innocently seductive natural expression, cutesy curves, and all around dazzling appeal. The very image of her strolling down the corridor was enchanting… And she'd just spotted him.
“Tsukune!” she excitedly cooed, clasping onto his arm in a grip that was tender, friendly, and way more powerful than someone this slender and small had any right to be. “Good morning!” she said, resting her head upon his shoulder and sending his eyes rolling up in bliss from the sheer scent of her hair. It almost served as a pretty good distraction from the jealous death glares the other boys were now aiming in his general direction.
But if he was almost distracted from this, Moka was certainly not. She lifted her head, scowled at the other boys, and clasped herself around him all that much tighter before marching off, leaving him unable to resist following after her. Not that he would have, but… Well, it wouldn't have been remotely possible even if he had taken complete leave of his senses and refused to spend time with the number one most desired girl in the entire school, who happened to be just the nicest person (with the corollary that she was wearing her rosary).
Yep. This was the reason he was staying. Moka was the girl he'd promised himself to when he was young. Nothing would separate them now that they had been reunited. Not even a certain girl looking on among the crowd, jealous for reasons quite different to the lust- and envy-filled boys all around her.
“Hmph!” Moka huffed as she sat down on a stone step outside the main building. “What business is it of theirs whom I choose to spend time with?” Her eyes flickered sideways, and the minor irritation faded from her visage. Once again Tsukune felt his heart melt at Moka's expression. Too cute! Too cute to bear! “I'm sure it's difficult being the only human here as well… But I'll be here for you if you need anything. Okay?”
“Moka, thank you.” Tsukune sighed and stared up at the sky, much clearer now than it had been yesterday. “You don't know how much it means to hear you - mph!”
All truth told, it was rather difficult to speak when an insanely hot vampire presses her lips to yours. It is also quite hard to engage in conversation when her tongue invades your mouth, and it's even harder still when she climbs atop your lap and wraps her arms around your head.
More.
Heaven. Surely this was heaven. Or a dream. It couldn't possibly be real. Nothing about this could be real. Not the feeling of her breasts pressing into his chest. Not the tiny little tender whimpers she was making, nor the warmth of her thigh where his hand somehow managed to creep without him even knowing it.
More!
After all, if this were real surely Moka would have chosen a more private location. Somewhere nobody could interrupt. Where nobody could see. Where absolutely nobody could stop him feeding.
<i>More!</i>
The kiss broke and Moka's head trailed down the side of Tsukune's face. He tilted his head up, gasping through the pleasure. The sensation. The -
Bite on his neck.
It was just like before. The bite itself didn't feel all that bad, really, and the sensation of his blood being sucked out into Moka's mouth was oddly euphoric. All he could do was sit there, stock still, while she had a bit of a sip, and then shudder once she was done.
“Sorry about that,” she said all of a sudden. “I just can't help it. Whenever I get close to you, the scent makes me want to do nothing else but suck your blood.”
Tsukune shook his head and he let the words roll around for a few moments. Nothing else but suck your blood. Nothing else but… “Uh… So why did you kiss me, then?”
Moka tilted her head a little to the side, smiled, and said “Why, because it's only right and fair! I pay you back with a kiss in exchange for a taste of your blood!”
Tsukune stared at her for a moment and tried to ignore how, ahem, difficult it would be for him to stand for quite a while. Hadn't he said something to that effect when they'd first met? Which would mean that…
He could feel his heart sink. Was she only interested in him as a food source? Did the promise mean anything at all to her? What's more, Moka was his only real friend at this school, the only one that knew the truth about him. The only real reason he'd stayed at all. Without her, he'd be all alone. Without her -
“Your blood really is the yummiest, Tsukune! I think I'm getting really addicted to you!”
He trembled a little where he sat, then hopped off the step and said “I'm not just your food!” while running away to think about this for a few moments. Clearly, Tsukune's frame of mind was not quite what it should be right now, but at the same time, he probably ought to have thought that through a little bit better.
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Moka watched Tsukune run away with a strange twinge in her heart. He's not just her food. No. Of course not. He's a friend that lets her suck his blood. A friend who happens to be a boy that she kissed on occasion, and had just done so while in his lap. Nothing strange about that. Right?
“You seem troubled, miss!” an ancient voice spoke from behind her. Moka jumped damn near out of her skin, and looked back in shock at the pale-skinned figure smoking a cigar. His eyes were purely white, and the hat he was wearing cast an ominous shadow over the top part of his face. The strange man was also wearing a bus driver's uniform. “Perhaps you would like someone to talk to!”
“Who- Who are you?” she stammered in mild shock, amazed that she hadn't even noticed him standing there at all.
“Hehehe. Just your average passerby,” the man said, blowing out a steady stream of smoke as he chuckled to himself about some joke Moka neither knew, nor was entirely certain she wanted to know. “You know, that boy that just left. Something about him reminds me of this old story I heard once upon a time. I think it might give you a little perspective on whatever your problem is, if you don't want to talk about it.”
Did she want to talk about it? Well, if she was perfectly honest… She didn't even really know what the problem was in the first place! For some reason her heart ached to go after Tsukune and - And… And… Something. Apologise for treating him like food? No, or more accurately, it was more than that. It felt like she wanted to do something, but -
“There once was a young man, and as most young men are wont, he fell madly in love with a beautiful young maiden,” the mysterious stranger said through puffs of his cigar. “And as many young men in love with beautiful young maidens are wont, he had fallen in love with one that most others would believe to be far beyond his reach.
“So he meets this old and powerful yokai, and tells him this tale of woe. Talks about how he can't get near this girl, because of all the suitors she has. Big men. Powerful men. Dangerous men. Wealthy men. While he has nothing to offer but love. The yokai finds this story amusing, and makes him an offer. He will give him a silver tongue! An enchantment that would beguile any who heard it into believing whatever the young man might say. But that yokai warned him that this gift had its limits, so he would do well not to abuse it.
“On the way back into town, he was attacked by a bandit. While begging for mercy, the man told him that he had no money to give, and should be released. The bandit considered this for a moment, and then let him go. Upon realising that the yokai had told him the truth, the man pressed a little further, and convinced the bandit to reform and perhaps join the guard of the nearest city.
“After this, the young man visited each suitor one by one, talking his way past the guards of each one. With a few simple words he compelled each one to give up on their pursuit of that woman… All save the last, who had him beaten and tossed into the streets, where the young woman found him, took pity, brought him home and nursed his wounds. Before long she returned his affections, and the pair made love throughout the night.
“But then, that last suitor attempted to force the young maiden's father! With seemingly all rivals removed, it should have been a trivial task! But when he arrived that morning, he found only the young man who convinced him that he should surrender his assets immediately, for a terrible curse had befallen him. To his tremendous surprise, this occurred immediately, and he acquired the final suitor's wealth for his own.
“He should have been happy with what he had, but the young man soon saw that he could change the world with this gift. He could affect the beliefs of many at once, and now he knew that he could recharge himself simply by indulging in his new wife's company for an evening, hardly any kind of chore for someone in his position. Surely it would come easily? Surely it would be a simple matter! He spoke to one regional leader, and persuaded him to be kinder to his people… Upon which point, that leader would imprison those that disagreed with his new, kinder policies in a rather interesting fit of ironic hypocrisy.
“Worse still, he made the mistake of joking with another regional leader that the sky had turned pink. Upon seeing that the sky remained blue, the young man learned that he could no longer influence this man, for his senses had revealed the truth in his lies.
“But through each experience, he learned. He made many enemies but also many allies. He learned. He adapted. He worked hard… And in the end…”
“In the end, what happened to him?” Moka asked, surprising herself with how much she was willing to sit through regarding that story. “And… And how does it relate to Tsukune?”
The stranger tilted his head to the sky, took a long drag of his cigar and let out yet another thick stream of smoke. After a moment of silence he turned back towards Moka with an insanely unsettling smile and said “Do you know, I can't recall the answer to either? I wonder. I wonder….”
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Hungry. So very, very hungry. Tsukune stumbled through morbid scenery. Skulls with snakes peeking out of eye sockets. Spiderwebs with faces. Gravestones over recently disturbed earth. The kind of thing tha, just yesterday had filled him with dread went by unseen.
So <i>hungry</i>!
What was wrong with him all of a sudden? Why was he so…
Tsukune rubbed at his neck where Moka had just bitten him. He loved her. He had always loved her. But he wanted to be more to her than just some walking, talking food dispenser. His neck did not, in point of fact, have a straw attached to it! He needed to convince her not to just suck on his blood every time they got alone together. Especially when she could be sucking something else.
Wait. Did he just think that? Where did that thought come from? And why was he so hungry? He'd had a pretty full breakfast. Tell you something, for a school cafeteria (never mind one for monsters) they sure knew how to put a good breakfast together. Probably had to cater to all tastes. More of a diverse pallet than any other place would have to deal with, probably.
“Hey, you!”
Tsukune stopped and turned around. Four boys, each at least a foot taller than himself were approaching with rather, shall we say, concerning expressions upon their faces. He tried to back off, put a little distance between himself and them, only then finding his hands caught in a rather firm grip by a fifth that had snuck up behind him.
What else could he do but swallow nervously? After all, this was never a fun situation to be in when in a human school. Who knows how strong these guys might be, even in their human forms?
“Heh. You're not nearly as tough as we've heard, are you?” one of them said with a sneer, bending over to look Tsukune dead in the eyes. “Kinda thought so. You don't look so tough. What's a hottie like Moka doing hanging all over a wimp like you?”
“Y-You should let me go,” Tsukune said. He waited a moment, and the four boys each had a brief moment of confusion on their faces as though they were seriously considering it. God, but Tsukune felt ravenous all of a sudden! It just came back to hit him all that much harder. “I said… I said you should let me go!”
The answer to that was a big meaty hand wrapped around his jaw. “And I think you oughta shut up!” the large boy hissed. Oh dear, was that a forked tongue? Were those fangs? And since when were his eyes that particular shade of red? And was that a hood forming up behind his head?
Oh. Oh shit. Oh shitting shit.
Why wasn't it working? Why didn't they let him go? Why was he so hungry ever since he left Moka? What the hell was going to happen to him now?! If only Moka were here, he could maybe pull her rosary off, and then she'd kick their asses, but just like he thought it was impossible to rely just on her. He needed help. He needed more help!
“Help me.”
That voice wasn't him. That was a girl's voice! Tsukune struggled to look in the appropriate direction, but found that movement impossible due to the hand holding him in place.
“Ooh… Someone… Someone please help me. Please, lend me a hand. I just suddenly started feeling ill.”
“Check it out,” the one holding Tsukune's face said, nodding in the general direction. “Last thing we need is witnesses, eh? Now then, as we were saying! Why don't you just stay away from Moka, and let a real monster have a shot. Huh? It's not an entirely unreasonable request; I mean, if we don't ask you then others might instead. Catch my meaning? They might not be as nice as me, and - Hey, back already? Where's the chick?”
The one that had been sent away stood there for a moment, just sort of blankly staring into space. Then, for apparently no reason whatsoever he drew back a fist and popped the apparent leader of the group full in the mouth. All hell proceeded to break loose and in the process Tsukune found that all grips upon his person were no longer quite in place at all. Except for a new, much more slender and feminine pair of hands grabbing his arms and hauling him out of Hell Unleashed Central, whereupon his feet did his thinking for him and he ran. Tsukune ran like the devil himself was in pursuit, and from all impressions given by this school so far that may one day turn out to be the case.
The would-be bullies must have sorted out their wayward comrade, for the leader yelled “After them!” just as the two turned a corner. Tsukune felt himself being pulled inside a small alleyway and watched in amazement as a figure that looked just like him ran on in the same direction they had been going in. Soon enough, the bullies rounded the corner in hot pursuit, caught sight of the simulacrum and continued on their way. Not seeing them in their not particularly good hiding place. Not even seeming to guess that anything was amiss.
What followed was not a sigh of relief. It was a sudden release of all the fears and terrors he had endured in the last few minutes, as he was reminded once again how dangerous this school could be and it just so happened to sound exactly like a sigh of relief.
“Kya! That was soooo close!” an unfamiliar female voice cooed. Tsukune was suddenly aware of a very soft, very feminine, very curvaceous figure pressing her body into his. “Oh! I'm not used to so much activity!” the girl said, collapsing into his arms all of a sudden. “My body isn't used to such activity!”
Hey, but this girl was really cute now that he got a look at her. She would be perfect for feeding from, with her pretty face, soft body, sweet scent and - What was he even thinking about at a time like this?
“Come on, I'd better help you to the infirmary,” Tsukune said. Well, it was only the right thing to do after she helped him out like that. But still. Why hadn't his charm worked on those bullies? It had worked fine yesterday… Was it only a one-day thing? Ugh! He just couldn't concentrate!
“Thank you very much,” the girl said, stepping out of the alley with him. “My chest… It suddenly starts to hurt, and… Oh, hold me a little closer!” He did so, just as a matter of being polite… And suddenly he found a pair of very large, very soft, very bouncy breasts being pressed very firmly into his very aroused (and ravenous) body. “My chest feels like it's going to burst!”
Yes. He could believe that. He could believe that with every single fibre of his being. But the weird thing was, the hunger was back, even worse than before. It was almost as though… Almost as though her very presence was making it worse. But that couldn't be right. Could it? Didn't they have vending machines or a shop in this place? He absolutely couldn't stand this anymore!
“Hey, Tsukune, look me in the eyes,” the girl said. He did so, and while the idle question of how she knew his name did momentarily flicker into his mind it suddenly disappeared just around the same time the girl said “I'm Kurumu Kuruno. Please be a good friend to me, okay?”
The overwhelming urge to just hold this girl, this Kurumu Kuruno became so overpowering so quickly that by the time Tsukune even thought anything strange about it he was already embracing her in his arms. What was he doing? His promised girl was Moka! Not this Kurumu! No matter how cute she was, he'd promised… He'd promised…
Hungry. Feed. Feed on her. Feed on Kurumu Kuruno. Suddenly it all made sense. The hunger he was feeling was his sex drive kicking into high gear. And the part that was starting to worry him a little was the faint disappointment that his belief-altering ability seemed to be broken at the moment, because otherwise… Otherwise he'd have gladly used it to score some tail.
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Ever hear the sound of a heart breaking, when the person didn't really understand what they were feeling? Well, if you were standing anywhere near Moka right about then you might well have heard that very sound. She stared at the scene in front of her: Tsukune holding another girl in his arms. She could scarcely believe it. He didn't seem the type, and… And… Oh! What was wrong with her all of a sudden? It was more than just lingering guilt over drinking his blood whenever she got the chance! This was something else. Something much, much worse…
The girl glanced in Moka's general direction, and she was behind a tree before she even knew what she was doing. She whimpered a little, peered around the leafless trunk and watched the two of them walking away arm in arm, Tsukune staggering slightly for some reason. Had she really drunk that much of his blood earlier? Moka stared for a little while, uncertain of what to do next. Should she follow them? Should she leave them alone? What should she do?
"If you head around the other side of the tree and keep low, the bushes should keep you hidden all the way along the path. Be sure to bring a branch for camouflage.”
Moka jumped nearly out of her skin once again, and turned to face yet another strange girl, this one apparently chewing on a lollipop. Her appearance was pretty distinctive, particularly those striped leggings. “Um, thank you?” Moka said after a moment.
"Not a problem,” the girl said, tilting her head slightly as if regarding Moka from a fresh perspective. “It's so difficult to watch someone break into stalking and make such simple mistakes. Good hunting.”
At which point the girl just sort of stepped backwards and melted into the bushes. Moka felt quite sure she caught sight of a hint of purple among them, moving in the same general direction as some boy walking the other way. She shivered slightly, then turned back and snuck around the tree. Okay then. Maybe she would indulge in curiosity just this one time.
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What a fun day this was turning out to be. Crushing a rival's spirit was so much fun! Almost as much as seducing some silly boy, so to say that Kurumu was having the time of her life would be a bit of an understatement.
"So, Tsukune!” she said, leaning her elbows on the table while coyly resting her chin on the back of her hands. Kurumu fluttered her eyes at him, and smiled a genuine yet deceptive smile that said “I'm enjoying your company” but actually meant “my main rival is standing about twenty feet behind you holding out two branches and pretending it makes her invisible”. Her feet weren't kept idle either, as her left foot traced a line up the inside of Tsukune's right leg. “Tell me more about yourself! You seem like such an interesting person.”
"Huh?” the boy said, suddenly blinking quite rapidly. “Wasn't I… Wasn't I just taking you to the infirmary? Why are we… Uh… Why are we…”
All it took was a little eye contact, and suddenly questions of that nature ceased to matter completely. Oh, the benefits of a charm spell! Look at the way he can't stop staring at her irresistible beauty. Look at how helpless he is before her. Look at how smitten little Moka's boyfriend is with a girl he met just ten minutes ago!
Power is intoxicating, and this boy would be just the start. Oh, yes. Just the start of her grand scheme.
"What was I saying?” the boy said with a sigh of devotion on his lips.
"You were telling me what was new with you,” Kurumu responded. “I'm simply dying to hear all about you!” Tip number one for seducing members of either sex. Everyone, be they monster or human, loves talking about themselves. They are the number one most interesting topic in the universe. Feign interest effectively enough, and they'll reveal enough information that can be used to effectively entice them later on. Hobbies. Interests. Perhaps, even without realising they've done it, their sexual quirks and preferences.
"Not too much,” Tsukune slurred. Oh dear. Had she used it too often too quickly? “Met a girl called -”
"Forget about Moka. Forget all about Moka, and tell me about you.”
Tsukune nodded to her instructions and then continued from where he left off. “What if you wanted to make the world a better place. How would you go about doing it?”
Curious question. It did make Kurumu pause for a moment to consider her answer. If she wanted to make the world a better place, what would she do? Well, on consideration her answer would have to be… “Easy. I'd make everyone love me. If they wanted to keep me happy, they'd all get along with one another and do as I told them. That's a rather strange question to ask, don't you think? Why ask it?”
"I found out I had this weird charm on my tongue. No idea how it got there, and -”
"A charm on your tongue?” How peculiar. Every charm spell she'd ever heard of worked through eye contact. “Show me.”
Dutifully and without hesitation, he leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, which she seized the tip of with rather a great deal less delicateness than perhaps intended. For good reason as well, given her wide-eyed expression upon catching sight of it. Oh, this was a charm spell, alright. The likes of which she'd never seen or heard about before, but it was definitely a powerful charm spell. More so than her own, or possibly anyone that ever even had a charm spell before. The intricate details of how it worked were, frankly, beyond her ability to comprehend. But certain facts were very obvious to her.
First of all, it wasn't active right at the moment. It was low on power, which was a blessed relief. Secondly, it appeared to have some connection to his lust. As great an influence as her own charm was having on his mind, it was being helped along by his own. Hm. Did that count as irony? She could never quite get the definition right. Whatever. It depended on intimate contact with a girl, and fed upon the contact to power up the charm. Except… Kurumu had seen him and Moka making out on the steps earlier. Why was this so damn low after something like that? Unless… Unless her feeding on him afterwards interrupted the repowering process somehow.
Kurumu's eyes flickered over towards where Moka was still standing, a branch in either hand, trying to shoo away a particularly persistent crow with cutesy little exhaling blows. Oh my. What a prize to find, what a prize to lose! Did Moka even realise what this boy was capable of? Then again, she didn't really know either… Interesting. Maybe it would be worth trying out?
With a girlish giggle and a twirl of her hair, Kurumu fluttered her eyes once again at Tsukune and said “We'll speak later, 'kay? There's some stuff I gotta take care of first. Thanks for checking up on me!”
She could feel the boy's lustful eyes boring through her clothes. She could feel the contented sigh even if she were a mile away. All but hers now. She'd gone diving for pearls and come up with diamonds. This day just kept on getting better and better.
"I love you…” Tsukune said, not even realising he'd said it.
Only one word passed through Kurumu's head as she walked away: Naturally.
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That girl. What was she to Tsukune? The two of them had been so… lovey-dovey. Hugging out in public like that, exchanging puppy-dog-eyed looks, hanging all over each other like that… Why did she feel so down about this? Why did she feel so… awful? They were just friends, right? That's all. Just… friends. Why should it bother her so much if he decided to date some girl?
"I'm so bad…” she mumbled to herself. “Why is it when I'm with him, all I want to do is kiss him and then suck his blood?” Moka sighed again and stared up at the ceiling in dismay. “I don't know myself.”
"That statement is more true than you seem to realise,” a voice said from out of nowhere. “But we do not have time for this at the moment. Do you not realise you are being targeted?”
Right. So, she was pretty sure she was leaning up against a wall right now, and there wasn't anyone on either side of her or beneath her or… Nope, not above her either. So, maybe this time she would be justified in jumping out of her skin? It would make the third time today, and -
"Oh, for pity's sake! It's quite bad enough being locked up in your subconscious along with your repressed urges to ride that boy from dusk to dawn, but your inane internal dialogue is hardly an improvement.”
"Who- Who said that?” Moka asked, rapidly searching around for the source of the mysterious voice.
"Remember informing that boy yesterday how you become a scaaaaaary vampire when the rosary is removed?”
Moka nodded.
"Boo.”
"I'm sorry, I don't-”
"Talking to yourself, Akashiya?” a voice said from a direction that was definitely above her this time, no question at all. Moka looked up, and caught sight of the same girl that was with Tsukune, lounging atop the stair's banister cross legged and chuckling to herself. “That's hardly becoming behaviour for a vampire, wouldn't you say? Well. At least, the rumours say you are a vampire…”
The girl leaped from the banister, landing gracefully on the floor in front of Moka. She stuck her hands on her hips and smirked as all the boys in the corridor suddenly turned with slackened jaws and hungry glances. Honestly, when those boys found out that this was Tsukune's girlfriend (ooh, that felt so wrong to even think!) the poor guy would get so much more unwanted attention! Moka simply watched as the girl strode down the corridor like she was a model down a catwalk, and once she passed Moka by the girl turned around and said “I am the succubus Kurumu Kurono. And I have come to defeat you.”
"H-Hold on, isn't it against the school rules to give away your true form?”
"I just can't stand it anymore! You're the biggest obstacle in the way of my grand plan!” Kurumu declared. “My plan… To make every male student at this academy completely become my slave! The Youkai Academy Harem Transformation Plan!”
Well. That was… Something. Sure was something, alright. What else could Moka really say to something like that? What a completely ridiculous goal! What would she even do with all those boys? And surely the other girls would have something to say about something like that! Such a plan was doomed from the start!
"My plan was perfect,” Kurumu continued. “I should have had them all enslaved to my beauty right from the start! However! The only one the boys are dreaming about is you! I'm not letting you get away with this! I can't lose in a battle of feminine charm!
"And that is why I've decided on the perfect revenge! I will steal Tsukune Aono from you!”
"W-wait a moment!” Moka insisted. “He – He doesn't have anything to do with it, and – And if I could get those boys to stop, I would in a heartbeat!”
Kurumu merely rolled her eyes at that statement and laughed once again. “I knew it right from the start… As soon as we were close earlier! He smelled just like a human! Is his blood delicious? You're just using him as food, aren't you?”
Just using him as food… Just using… Him… As food… All of a sudden, Moka felt a little odd. The words rang around in her head. “Just using him as food”. “I'm not just your food!” Though she did not realise it at the time, Moka had fallen under the influence of the very last bit of energy Tsukune's charm had, and even though she already did not think of herself as using Tsukune as food, it had now become a rather serious belief of hers that Tsukune was in no way at all her food. He was not her food, and while she had been revelling in guilt at her treatment of him… It was quite something else if someone made the claim that was all he was to her.
Which is why, before she even knew what she was doing, Moka had strode forward and sent Kurumu flying back through the corridor with the bitchiest of bitch slaps.
… Which by sheer unfortunate coincidence sent her reeling right into Tsukune, and knocked the two of them down to the floor, succubus lying atop human.
"Ugh…” Tsukune moaned, clutching at his head. “What just happ-”
"Tsukune!” Kurumu said, quite deliberately rubbing her breasts directly into Tsukune's chest while embracing him on the ground. “Save me from that mean Moka! Didn't you see? She – She slapped me full across the corridor!”
Moka stared down at her hand in shock. She had. She had done just that. Why had she… But why had she done something like -
… Well, he didn't have to so obviously enjoy her hanging onto him like that!
"Tsukune! Get that girl off you! Can't you see how she's tricking you?”
"Eh?” Tsukune gasped. “What's going on? I don't – Uh…” Kurumu had suddenly turned his head to face towards her, and all of a sudden he seemed to kind of… relax rather a lot. He turned to face Moka again, his expression kind of weird in a way she couldn't exactly place, and then he said “But aren't you the one using me as food, Moka?” he said. “That's all I am to you. Just… Food and nothing more!”
She could feel it. The tears building up in her head, the urge to run was overpowering, but… But there was this terrible headache as well. So hard to concentrate. So hard to think. “I'm not your food.” “That's all I am to you. Just food and nothing more.”
It was like glass shattered within her mind. Rather than run away, Moka collapsed to her knees, sobbing and clutching at her head while Kurumu triumphantly led Tsukune away, blissfully unaware that she had rendered Outer Moka utterly immune to Tsukune's power.
"Get up. The mental effect is not quite so devastating as you make it appear.”
Moka wiped the tears away from her eyes, and stared down at her glowing rosary. Glowing? It had never done that before!
"That boy is being manipulated!” the rosary said. “A succubus has an ability called 'charm', which manipulates the opposite sex. Or in Tsukune's case, permits him to manipulate anyone he speaks to.”
"A… A voice coming from my rosary?” Moka whispered. She looked around at all the students staring at her, and quickly ran off to find a little more privacy. This did ultimately entail sitting on the same steps from earlier, but mercifully the voice seemed to understand her need to get away from all the others before continuing.
"Of course I understood! I am hiding deep within your psyche! The repressed part. The part that seems to be spending most of its time these last two days thinking up brand new things to do while locked in a room with that boy, sans a single stitch of clothing. But your rather disgustingly spicy fantasies are quite beyond the point at the moment! As I was saying:
"The succubus is a monster that seduces males. Any male that receives a kiss from a succubus is doomed to be her slave for all eternity. Such is the power of their charm.”
"Um… Didn't you say something about Tsukune having a charm ability as well?”
"Indeed!” the rosary said. “It works by…” The voice trailed off for a few moments, and Moka lifted it up in front of her face to take a better look. Huh. It was weird hearing that voice talking like that. It was so much like her, and yet -
"We must hurry,” the rosary suddenly said. “More is at stake here than your intended human mate. If his charm works the way I believe, then an encounter with a succubus is exactly the worst event that could have occurred! Particularly one with such a foolish, egotistical and immature goal as to enslave all the males on campus!”
"… I don't understand,” Moka said. “But if Tsukune's in danger, I can't hang around! I have to rescue him!”
"Then you had better find them quickly,” the rosary said. “If you do not, then first Tsukune will be made her slave… And then, even I shudder to think what may happen next.”
<hr>
Achieving a goal, no matter how small or how large, always instills a renewed sense of confidence and joy within whomever accomplished it. Right about now Kurumu was in the middle of celebrating. Had there been a parade, she'd be marching in front of it, tossing a baton into the air.
"I did it!” she thought, pumping her fists into the air. “I made that annoying Moka cry! Oh, that pitiful face! I can't take it!” Her attention turned towards Tsukune, and she smirked about her inevitable victory. All that was left was to turn Tsukune into her eternal slave, and not only would she have beaten Moka… She'd have something quite remarkable to help her harem acquisition plan along!
The boy was rubbing his forehead, sitting by the side of the infirmary bed. She could feel him fighting against his lustful urges. She could feel it, now that she knew what to look for. That peculiar charm on his tongue was aching to be fed. Well, Kurumu was hardly one to pass up such an invitation.
"Tsukune,” she said, attracting his attention. Kurumu's hands easily ensnared the back of his head and she drew him riiiight into her cleavage. By complete “accident”, of course. “You're sad and confused, aren't you? Don't worry. Let Kurumu make it all better for you!”
It was almost too easy. She could feel his lust rising inside of him, feel his resistance crumbling under the weight of her beauty, under the effects of both of their charm abilities. Oh yes, and there was the charge now. His rising arousal feeding into the charm, turning his tongue into one of the most dangerous weapons in the school. Perhaps she should start by making Moka into an ally? Yes. Having a vampire ally had a rather fascinating appeal. Especially a former adversary.
All it would take was sealing it with a kiss.
He practically helped her get him onto the bed, assisted her in straddling his waist. At this point even her heart was racing with anticipation, the same amount with which he was staring up at her. Kurumu leaned down, revelling in her moment of triumph as she drew her head closer towards his. Closer by the moment, cupping his chin, closing her mouth… Ah! And then his lusts must have overtaken him, for Tsukune suddenly seized her shoulders -
And pulled her into a firm, tender embrace. Avoiding the kiss.
“I can't,” he said, impossibly. “I remember now. There was someone I promised… Someone I- Mph!”
Okay, so she couldn't exactly kiss him from this angle, but she could shut him up with her shoulder just in case he said something with that charmed tongue of his. She could almost feel it playing on the edge of her senses, toying with her beliefs, toying with her thoughts and feelings just as surely as she had toyed with his. What was more, each moment in the embrace was making it grow in strength, and she didn't want to let go of this rage. He could probably defuse it in a moment with a single word, perhaps two or three.
How? How could he resist her? She had used her own charm, and his… His was compelling him into lustful behaviour, so how could he resist her? How could he avoid a kiss in such a manner? How was this possible?
“Is she really so much better than me?” Kurumu asked, continuing to press her body firmly against Tsukune's. “And I did everything I could for you! Even some really embarrassing things! Until now, I've never lost to anyone!”
In her fury, she almost flew backwards, then grabbed some cotton swabs and stuck them in her ears while her wings and tails revealed themselves reflexively. “Oh!” she yelled, unable to hear her own voice and thus having absolutely no idea of her own volume, “Now I'm pissed! I'll destroy everything to do with Moka Akashiya!”
Tsukune was saying something that, judging by his lips, was something like “What's going on?!” but she couldn't hear a word of it. Perfect. No chance of escape for you! Prepare to be sliced to ribb-
Or, a tremendous force could strike her from behind and send her flying out of the window. That could also happen. While we were on the subject, <i>fucking ow!</i>
<hr>
Tsukune's head was reeling after an experience like that. He may never get used to seeing apparently perfectly ordinary people transform like that before his eyes, and honestly he'd probably get worried if he ever did. What was more, he also had to contend with a weeping Moka, crying into his chest in a great big hug.
“I was so worried,” Moka said. “I thought that succubus would've turned you into her slave forever!”
“Succubus?” Tsukune said, still dazed. Wait. Now that he was catching his bearings… Now that Kurumu wasn't distracting him with those pretty, pretty eyes… That hunger he'd been feeling all day was fading for some reason. In fact, it had been all the time he'd been with Kurumu. Filling him up, but in a different way than eating a meal did. He faintly remembered her saying something about the charm on his tongue at one point, but what did that have to do with -
Right about then was when it clicked. Tsukune may not be the smartest guy around, but even he has simple pattern recognition. He stroked Moka's hair with one hand, then cupped her chin to make her face him. “Hey,” he said. “I'm alright. See? And it's all because of you.”
“Oh, but I'm the reason you're in this in the first place!” Moka sniffled. “She wanted revenge against me, and decided to target you to get it! If she had kissed you, then -”
“But she didn't kiss me,” Tsukune said, silently damning that his power was still not working for some reason. But why not? The hunger was gone and he could feel a peculiar sort of… sparkle in his mouth as he spoke. Why wasn't Moka being affected by it?
“WELL, ISN'T THIS A LOVELY SCENE!” a voice yelled from the window. “TO THINK YOU COULD THROW ME SO FAR! A VAMPIRE'S POWER REALLY IS SOMETHING!”
“No need to shout, Kurumu! We're right here!” Moka said.
“HUH? WHAT WAS THAT?”
“I said – Oh! You have cotton swabs stuffed in your ears!” Moka said. “You can't hear me, you'd better take them out!”
“HMPH! I CAN'T HEAR YOU, STUPID MOKA! CAN'T YOU SEE I HAVE COTTON SWABS STUCK IN MY BEAUTIFUL EARS? ALL THE BETTER TO KEEP HIS WORDS OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT HERE SO WE CAN SETTLE THIS WITHOUT WRECKING SCHOOL PROPERTY!”
Tsukune scowled at her and licked his lips. Bit of a shame, that. She seemed to know a little more about the charm on his tongue, and maybe he could've talked her into revealing a bit of information. Not to mention, she seemed to have some interesting ideas and powers he could make use of for his own plans.
“Take off my rosary!” Moka said, gesturing to her chest. “It's the only way we'll have a chance! It will undo my seal, and I can't do it myself!”
… Yeah, probably could've asked to do that before getting outside probably. Not much else for it, though. Kurumu was doing something just a little bit concerning with her fingernails, and to all appearances was pulling back to make for some sort of dive-bombing attack. Tsukune's hands dove for the rosary, and he pulled -
To absolutely no effect. It didn't budge a single inch.
As if to punctuate how utterly fucked they were, Kurumu's fingernails flashed through the air and where there once was a tree, there was now a stump.
“STUPID VAMPIRE!” Kurumu yelled. “ALL YOU HAVE IS STRENGTH! JUST GIVE UP AND DIE!”
But Moka wasn't the sort to just give up in such a situation. No. Instead, she reached around and pulled Tsukune into a tight embrace while staring up at the diving monster of the night as she descended upon them with scalpel-like fingernails. “If you want to fight anyone, fight me! Leave Tsukune alone! Our relationship has nothing to do with just blood!”
It was things like this that made Tsukune realise that the plans he was developing would all be worth it in the end. For a girl like this, he would tear through the world like wet tissue and remake it as he wished. Love makes a man do funny things. It makes him do terrible things. It makes him do wonderful things.
… And lust was making him rather enjoy the proximity right about now, even if the situation was rather a stressful one.
Tsukune yanked once again at the rosary, and felt tremendous relief when it pulled away from Moka's chest. In a matter of moments the sweet and innocent girl transformed utterly, her hair turning a shining silver and her eyes more blood red than blood itself.
“SUCH POWER!” Kurumu screeched, flapping her wings to maintain her position high in the air. “BUT DON'T MESS AROUND WITH ME! IN ORDER TO KEEP OUR SMALL SPECIES FROM DYING OUT, US SUCCUBI CAREFULLY SEEK A DESTINED ENCOUNTER AMONG THE MEN WE TEMPT! YOU GOT IN THE WAY OF THAT, MOKA AKASHIYA! I CAN'T LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THAT, NO MATTER WHAT!”
“So what are you going to do?” Inner Moka said. “You can't let me -”
“WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! COTTON SWABS, REMEMBER?”
Inner Moka simply shook her head. “Frail, egotistical woman...” After which, she performed an admirable impersonation of a rocket, leaping into the air to draw parallel with where Kurumu was flying around. The succubus jerked backwards instinctively, but Inner Moka's target was not the body. It was the tail, which she snagged while descending towards the ground… But Kurumu hit before Inner Moka did, landing flat on her back with enough force to cause both cotton swabs to fly out of her ears and the breath to similarly leave her lungs.
“Realise your place,” Inner Moka said. “I'll make it so that you can never stand before me again!”
“That's enough, Moka!” Tsukune suddenly declared, and oh, it was so satisfying to see the powerful vampire suddenly stop in her tracks because of his words. Working again, were we? Interesting. “I think she knows a few things about my charm, so settling this with violence is not the best answer.
“I have a better idea.”
<hr>
So, here they were not five minutes later, locked up inside Tsukune's dorm room. Two of the hottest girls on campus, lying on his bed, both naked, both staring the other down with contempt… Both agreeing to do this entirely because he had talked them into it.
Sometimes life just gives you gifts, you know?
Tsukune justified it to himself easily enough. There was tension between these two girls. They needed to get it out of their system. But he couldn't quite bring himself to let them actually hurt each other. Or, to be a bit more accurate, he couldn't let Inner Moka hurt Kurumu any more than she had already been hurt.
So the only logical conclusion was for the first girl to cum to become the willing slave of the other. Only made sense. Right? Well, Tsukune was sure there was some sort of hole in his thought process here, but right now he just couldn't see it.
What he <i>could</i> see right now, on the other hand, was a sight the other boys in school would murder him on the spot if they even suspected he had ever seen. In no way did either girl's uniform lie about the figure that lay beneath. They were both stunning. Both curvaceous in all the right ways. Sure, Kurumu had the bigger breasts, but Moka… there was just something about her that drew the eye. The way she held herself, like she was more mature and more in charge than everyone else around her. Combined with that beauty, it was almost impossible to avert your gaze.
“Are you sure you're ready for this?” Kurumu asked, seeming rather confident for someone who had just gotten her ass kicked not five minutes ago.
“I should think that someone with pretense to being a big bad demon has little to say about whether I am ready for anything!”
“If you're both ready, then go at your own leisure!” Tsukune said, making a chopping motion with his hand as though dropping a flag.
Moka wasted little time in pinning Kurumu to the bed. Hardly surprising that she would go for the physical domination route first and even less surprising that she would wind up on top. The vampire traced a slow finger down Kurumu's curves, and the succubus whimpered at the contact.
“Naive girl,” Inner Moka said. “In a physical contest, you stand no chance at all!” She playfully nibbled on Kurumu's ears while a hand roughly fondled her breasts. Even with a body in the way, with nothing more than a few glimpses Tsukune could already tell Kurumu's nipples were as hard as – well, as hard as his dick would likely be for the next hour. Moka flicked that erect nipple and smiled cruelly down at her adversary. “Surrender now and realise your place. Perhaps then I might discover what mercy is.”
Through it all, Kurumu smiled and whimpered, and the contest seemed all but won... At least, until she opened her eyes once again and giggled to herself. “Naive, am I?” Kurumu said, reaching up a hand to stroke Moka's face. The wrist was seized and pinned to the mattress, Moka clearly playing no chances with this foe. “I'm not the one that made a positively classic blunder.”
“And I am not the one pinned to the mattress, unable to move! I can tease your body for hours, while you cannot hope to get your hands or lips near mine! Your boastful threats are as empty as that vain little head of yours.”
“A blunder that's rather well known is 'Do not get into a land war in Russia.' A little less well known is -”
It happened so quickly that Tsukune quite possibly literally blinked and missed it. Moka was rigid, wide eyed and gasping for breath. Kurumu was sitting up in the bed, her arms free, her hands holding Moka's waist and her hips thrusting in a slow, methodical manner.
“Don't get into a sex fight with a succubus,” Kurumu chirped. “Something wrong all of a sudden? Can't quite draw on your formidable strength to fight me off? Hm. It's probably something to do with the fact that you're hovering right on the edge of the biggest orgasm you'll ever have. An experience like that does tend to remove all sense of muscle control.”
“This – this is impossible!” Moka snarled, moments before throwing back her head and rolling her eyes back into her head with a pleasant whimper. “Succubi only have the power to influence the opposite sex! How are you -”
“Oh, please! I'm not using my charm on you at all!” Kurumu laughed. “We tempt men all the time, and there's nothing - <i>nothing</i> that turns a straight man on more than watching two hot chicks making out! We've developed an instinct for this, and our tails are much more than decoration. As you're now discovering. I think I've just about worked out all of your little peculiarities already. Like, if I touch you here-” Kurumu ran her finger across Moka's back, though Tsukune could tell no further information than that, and the fact that Moka really, really liked it if the unintelligable burble she made was any indication. Kurumu giggled. “I can play you like a musical instrument. I could make you cum any time I wanted!”
“Your ego is almost as astounding as your inability to lie!” Moka said. “If that were true, why, someone with your vanity would have ended this already!”
“Not at all!” Kurumu said, the niceness disappearing from her face as she did some complicated motion with her hips and – Oh yes, Tsukune could see it now, Kurumu's tail disappearing between Moka's legs -Moka had to steady herself on Kurumu's body just to stop from falling over. “I'm not just going to beat you! That's not good enough anymore! I'm going to humiliate you in front of the one you love! I can keep you here as long as I need to, inches away from ecstasy and I can even decrease the distance even more and keep you there for hours! By the time I'm done you'll beg me for this to end! You'll do anything for release! Anything at all!”
“Yessss…” Moka hissed. “It feels so good! I cannot fight you any more! End this now! End it!”
“Oh no, you're not getting off that easily!” Kurumu said, laughing quite madly as her efforts renewed. “Beg me! Beg me more! Call me mistress! Call yourself a dog!”
“Please,” Moka whispered, her hands betraying her now as they stroked Kurumu's creamy body, trailing very slowly up her sides. “Please make me cum.” The succubus was jubilant, revelling in the conquest of her greatest rival. “I am… I am your… I am your…” And suddenly, for no apparent reason, Moka stopped whimpering in pleasure and opened her eyes to wink at Tsukune. “Mistress.”
And then, she sunk her fangs into Kurumu's neck. All motion on the bed stopped and for a countless number of seconds there was silence. Then Kurumu's eyes fluttered and the smile on her face turned much less malevolant and then, then she collapsed onto the bed, twitching and sighing and cumming.
“Foolish, naïve succubus,” Moka said, reaching for the rosary clutched in Tsukune's hand. “An orgasm is as much a state of mind as it is a physical experience. By thinking herself dominant, she brought herself closer to climax than she could have ever brought me.”
The rosary was reattached, and all of a sudden Tsukune had two naked girls unconscious in his dorm room. Before, he might have felt a little guilty about enjoying that confrontation, but right now… Right now all he could think about was how god-damned lucky he was to have seen that.
<hr>
The next morning, Tsukune was strolling down a corridor at school. Kurumu watched him from the shadows, waiting for the right time. Waiting to talk to the one she'd decided absolutely must be her destined one.
Well. Not just her destined one. Mistress had first claim on him. It was strange to think of someone else as her sexual superior, but Moka had clearly won, and the conditions of the contest were clear. She would be Moka's willing slave, because that was the agreement. But the agreement said nothing at all about her being selfless about it. She wanted Tsukune. She wanted to make a succubus with that charm he had, and if it meant helping him understand it, help him screw Mistress silly, help him do… whatever he wanted to do, then sure. She'd go along with that. Her harem plan was thrown out of the window now. She had a better one.
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