Certain expressions might leap to mind when discussing the mental state of Moka Akashiya at this particular moment in time. Over the moon. Walking on air. Smitten. Lovey dovey. Longing for her lover even though they’d last spoken a mere ten minutes previously. What’s happened here is pretty obvious, really. Cupid hit her with an arrow, then went off and found his machine gun, filled it with love-tipped rounds and then let loose with supernatural accuracy. Not a single bullet missed.
“I can’t wait until tonight,” she thought to herself. Yes. Tonight. It shouldn’t be all that difficult for her to sneak into his room and cuddle. Then kiss. Then make love. Then fuck like animals in heat. Then finish up by showing those animals what it was like to get <i>really</i> into it. Though perhaps they should be a little careful about that. Theirs was the kind of passion that could start a fire in the dorm. Not that they’d notice until someone made the mistake of trying to drag their naked bodies out and - Well!
Moka giggled a little at the thought. These feelings were rather new for her. She’d never really gotten close enough to anyone to think of them as boyfriend material and had certainly never felt physical attraction towards anyone. Well. Maybe a little bit once or twice, but not anywhere near this degree! And with a human no less! It was so refreshing! Intoxicating!
<i>“Unnatural.”</i>
Moka stopped. Who said that? Nobody was around her at all. A few boys were leering in her direction, a few girls were giving jealous glances - Well, that probably made some sense maybe? The girls were probably jealous of her relationship with Tsukune, and -
<i>“Fool! Can you not see how you are becoming spellbound?! He is no more human than we are!”</i>
That voice again. Where was it - Ah! Moka looked down at her chest (an activity currently ranked as the third most favoured hobby in the school) when she felt something twitch. Her rosary. That voice - It couldn’t be coming from…!
<i>“That boy is more dangerous than he seems. You must stay away from him for our safety, until I can determine what manner of monster he truly is!”</i>
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Something amazing had just happened. Whatever it was, Tsukune couldn’t say - He just felt sort of full and good about himself. It was like a dream. He and Moka. Together. It couldn’t have been real, and yet it had more substance than a dream ought to have. It was more vivid. More connected to reality than it had any right to be.
Which was why he was in the bathroom splashing his face with water. Because in spite of everything else he was being forced to come to a conclusion. It had been real. It had really happened. He and Moka had sex. Now, Tsukune was kind of realistic here. He didn’t expect his first sexual encounter to be anywhere in the near future, and he certainly expected it to be a clumsy awkward affair between two people that had very little idea of what they were doing.
Which is not what happened out there in the woods. It had been like breathing, or riding a bike. If either of those activities concluded with an all-encompassing feeling of euphoria.
“I… Moka and me… We’re-” What, exactly? Going out? Boyfriend/girlfriend? What was their relationship exactly? Should he maybe take her out to dinner or something? Just so long as she didn’t treat him as dinner! And what do monsters <i>do</i> in relationships? Is it any different from humans? Is it the same? What should he do now?!
<i>“You are such a weenie. Ugh. Makes me sick, you know that?”</i>
Tsukune turned around very slowly. Nobody there. He was alone in the bathroom. But who -
<i>“The mirror, numbnuts! Ha! By the time I’m done with you, your nuts probably</i> would <i>be numb!”</i>
The mirror. The voice was coming from his reflection. His white-haired, red-eyed reflection. Except could it really be called his reflection when those features were so drastically different and it wasn’t following his movements in the slightest? Tsukune swallowed. Philosophical questions like that could wait.
“Who - Who are you?”
<i>“The real Tsukune Aono. Gotta say. Wonderful taste in claiming a vampire first. Pretty sweet symbiotic relationship the two of you got going on. She feeds on you, you feed on her. Neat little version of the food chain you got going there, huh?”</i>
“I feed on her… What do you mean?! What are you talking about?!”
<i>“No point telling you. I mean, you won’t even remember this conversation! Such a shame, really it is. Oh well! Instead, how about this? Notice the little extra strand there coming out of your chest? Seems the other end leads to a succubus. How amusing! You’re way luckier than you deserve. Ride that succubus even half as well as you rode Moka, and she’ll be putty in your hands. Instead of you craving her, she’ll crave you instead. Nice little turnaround.”</i>
“Wh-What do you mean? I’d never cheat on Moka!”
<i>“Cheating? Only if she doesn’t support you. Now. Better get off to class! So much to learn, and so much energy to drain.”</i>
The reflection faded back into Tsukune’s panicked expression. He blinked twice. Shook his head and licked his lips.
“I’d better get off to class,” he said. Strange. But he felt like there was something tickling the back of his head. Something he was forgetting. Something important.
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The day was actually surprisingly uneventful after that, and Kurumu was rather caught off guard by that fact given the manner in which it had begun. She had intended to ambush Tsukune as soon as he was separated from Moka, but…
But it seemed like a bad idea. A terrible, niggling feeling in the back of her head, like it would only invite bad news to try using her charm on him. At least until she had a better grasp of what she was going in for. It would be like going fishing and catching a shark. If she could reel it in: Jackpot. The trick was not losing an arm in the process.
The two of them were… just like a perfectly ordinary couple, from what she could see. The boys all cast murderous looks at the way Moka rested her head on Tsukune’s arm, the girls all rolled their eyes in perfectly understandable jealousy.
Trick was - as Kurumu had learned earlier - they were all jealous of the entirely wrong thing. That boy satisfied his woman. The blissful expression on both of their faces wasn’t just coming from being in each other’s presence because they’re so in wuv. It’s because he fucked like a demon.
And in spite of herself Kurumu kind of wanted a piece of that action.
Well, why not? Revenge on Moka. Show him what a real woman was like. Hurt her, steal him for her own use. Seemed like a pretty good plan. For which we must return to the shark analogy from before. Kurumu might be squirming a little from anticipation, but she wasn’t stupid. More information was needed. Tsukune was probably not a vampire, but if that was the case… What the hell was he?
That question plagued her mind for the rest of the day. Well. That and the image of Moka’s legs ensnaring Tsukune’s waist and the two of them redefining the term “gentle lover”, but that was the kind of thing that burned itself onto the front of anyone’s mind.
So she turned in… And immediately found herself lying on something hard. The succubus sat up, ready to defend herself, and relaxed a little upon realising three things that led to a conclusion.
1: She was in the academy’s main hall.
2: She was in her school uniform.
3: She was completely alone.
And the conclusion: She was in a dream. Not necessarily her own.
How wonderful. She’d been so shaken up by the day’s events that she’d gone dreamwalking again. Honestly. She hadn’t done that since she was five years old. Well. So long as she was here, might as well take a look around.
A door nearby creaked open, and Kurumu ducked under cover. It was her experience that most people didn’t like it when the dreamer noticed you. They often tried to incorporate you into the dream somehow, rationalise your presence. Try to compel you to behave in a certain way. And if you didn’t? Well. Things could turn nasty. It wouldn’t affect the body in any appreciable way, but the safest thing to do when intruding on another’s dream was to stay out of sight until you had a good handle on what was going on.
To say that she was surprised to see Tsukune walk through the door would be a complete and total lie. Not a particularly convincing one either. It did attract her interest, however, as did the very female butler that opened the door for him. Was this his dream, then? It was a little risky, but… Keeping to the shadows - which was hardly a challenge, for they were in abundance - she followed Tsukune and the butler down the hall and had a fairly good idea where they were heading rather quickly.
They reached the classroom a fair bit quicker than they would have in reality. Dream physics. What can you do? Kurumu waited a few seconds and then floated up towards the window. Once she saw what was waiting inside her already quirked eyebrow quirked even more.
For inside the room was… cake. Lots and lots of cake. No desks. No chairs. Just… cake. And there were two very female figures reclining on the table in front of the cake. The first was clearly Moka, but the other was lying in the wrong way. Kurumu couldn’t see. Not from this angle. But she could hear perfectly well.
“Who is that?” Tsukune asked, pointing to the mystery girl. “Why are they here?”
“To the second question, your powers are growing,” the butler said with a slight bow. “As to the first, it would be more proper for her to introduce herself.”
“Open wide, Tsukune darling!” Moka said, rising from the table with a rather delicious slice of cake on a plate. Tsukune obliged and gratefully took a bite. Ugh. How sappy. If not for the fact Moka was utterly naked, she would’ve assumed it was just some weird romantic fantasy instead of -
“Don’t forget me!” said a startlingly familiar voice. The mystery girl had stood up, and Kurumu caught a glimpse of familiar, short blue hair and an equally familiar spectacular rack - Then felt herself jerk awake.
“Wh-What the hell was that?” she whispered. Kurumu blinked and looked down. Her traitorous hands had been busy in her sleep, it seemed. At the very least she felt confident in one thing.
“Tsukune isn’t a vampire,” she said to herself. “So what the hell is he?!”
- The next day, Kurumu bumps into Tsukune.
- The next day, Tsukune accidentally releases inner Moka.
- Kurumu decides to investigate what kind of monster Tsukune is.
- Meanwhile, back in the dream with Tsukune, “Moka” and “Kurumu”.
- Something else
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