One thing that was absolutely, positively vital for any journalist was the ability to move without being noticed. That sort of thing rather stood contrary to most of her kind. Succubi like Kurumu revelled in attention. Being worshipped because of how unyieldingly hot they were was kind of their big thing, you know?
However. Kurumu had learned something rather important. If you want to become good at something, you've gotta understand it completely. Which is kind of why she'd practised the exact opposite of what her species had perfected over countless generations: How not to draw attention to yourself. How to have no sex appeal. How to blend in completely and be utterly forgettable.
Normally, she'd wear a jumper that hugged her tits like she wanted Tsukune to and a skirt as brief as a breeze. The kind of clothes that really showed off her figure. Announced to the world that if you wanted to see something pretty, look no further. Fall upon your knees, mortals, and worship at Kurumu's beautiful, perfect feet.
The first step was straightforward enough. A dark-haired wig over her natural glorious blue locks. After that? Square glasses, no actual glass in them, and blue contacts to hide her entrancing visage. After that? Strap a little padding to her trim stomach, making her appear slightly - ever so slightly - more heavy than she was in reality, as well as shoulderpads. Hide away those magnificent tits and wear as plain and loose-fitting clothing as you can manage, including slightly baggy trousers just to keep the effect going correctly.
Even her own mother wouldn't recognise her like this. Which was just as well. Given the dangerous nature of her current task, right after that meeting. She was still wearing those pink panties Mizore had retrieved, of course; the best way to test a product is to use it in extreme situations. And you didn't get much more extreme than this for someone like her!
"Welcome to the library!" greeted a pink-clad young woman at the desk. She blew a bubble, which popped and left a curiously pleasant sweet odor behind. "Teehee! Is there something I can help you with?"
"I'm doing research on monster histories," Kurumu quietly said, much quieter than her usual bombastic outbursts. Haha! Her disguise was complete! Now that she understood how to behave in a non-sexual manner, she would be able to turn it on or off at will! If she bombarded Tsukune constantly with sex appeal he'd gradually grow immune, but keep it low key until his guard was dropped? Boom! He'd be all over her in seconds! "Which aisle would that be?"
Also! Nobody would, you know, recognise her or pay attention to her here in the library. Haha! She could get her research done without anyone so much as batting an eye!
"Oh, that dull stuff is... Over in aisle five," the attendant said, twirling a stray strand of hair. "Y'know, you'd be really super cute if you ditched the glasses and wore something to show off that butt of yours. Oooh, yeah, wish my butt was shaped like that."
Her butt? Her butt was splendid, but not so nice that this girl should be noticing it in her baggy pants. Kurumu looked back and frowned a little bit. How strange. Her butt wasn't usually that shapely. Though you could damn well bet she'd tried! No matter what kind of food she ate she could never quite manage to get the right tone in her rump, it all went straight to her magnificent tits. Huh? That was strange, why was it so -
"Whooooa!" she suddenly gasped, having to clutch the edge of the desk for support. Oh! Oh, gosh! It suddenly felt as though Tsukune had been the one to compliment her butt! A compliment like that one from her one true love was exactly the sort of thing that would make any succubus weak at the knees. "W-Why do I feel so good all of a mf-?!"
"Don't think about that kinda boring silly stuff," the receptionist said. Kurumu chewed without even really thinking about it. A stick of pink gum, stuck in her mouth. This sort of thing wasn't usually her speed, but it did taste kind of nice, and the weird feeling in her butt wasn't there anymore. "You were, um, here to research or something?"
"That's right," Kurumu quietly said in between chews. Wow. This stuff was really tasty. Every time she chewed it released a little more juice that for some reason made her feel sorta calm, happy, content. Weird. "Aisle five, wasn't it? Thank you."
As she walked over towards that aisle, she got a brief chill down her spine. As if someone was watching her. Which, you know, there was. The receptionist. Blatantly staring at her butt. It was enough to make Kurumu roll her eyes. Even when she was actively trying not to be sexy, it still wound up showing through. So much for that idea. Better luck next time.
"Let's see..." Kurumu sighed. She tapped her lips and smacked her gums while scanning the rows of books. Where was that? Where would she find what she was looking - There! A history of succubi! Haha! Perfect! Now, it might seem a little bit strange that she would have to look up something like that. Wouldn't she know this kind of stuff already? Nope! Her mom was really weird about that sort of thing. She would tell all the superficial stuff, the big hitters, the gradual descent of their kind, but it was the details that Kurumu was interested in.
After all. If it really was up to her to make sure they didn't go extinct, she was gonna need all the information she could get. Of course, what she couldn't possibly realise was that her bout of research might lead to a brief misadventure, because someone other than just the librarian had their eyes on her since she entered the building....
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You know. When you're a genius, people expect that you simply know things already. On any topic. Doesn't matter if it's one you're interested in, doesn't matter if it's something you realistically could know. People just, you know, thought that's what a genius was. Please! As if Mozart knew anything at all about rocket science, as if Einstein knew anything about composing music that would be listened to for centuries!
The point of a genius is that they're really, really good at one specific thing. Unbelievably good. Which meant that Yukari had to work super extra hard at the few subjects she wasn't actually that good at. Which meant that now that the newspaper club was apparently done for the day she was trying quite desperately to get some stuff done!
"Teehee! Whatcha doin'?"
"Attempting to advance my academic career while being pestered by someone pretending to be an imbecile for reasons beyond my comprehension."
Yukari's hat was suddenly yanked from her head, and the ice bitch planted it atop her own dumb head and backed off, cackling in a manner that would be quite offensive if done in witch society, thank you very much! Ooh! Whatever was up with her today was rubbing Yukari completely the wrong way! This little game of hers had to end, and it had to end right now!
"Give that back!" she insisted, to which Mizore simply pouted. Playing the innocent. Keeping her distance. "Fine, be that way..." Yukari smirked. Underestimate her, would she? Goof around like this, would she? Well then. Keep her hand under her desk, don't let Mizore see the wand, and -
"Aw, don't give up that easily!" Mizore chirped while rolling her lollipop around in her mouth. "Come on, let's play for a while! I'm sooo bored stiiiiiii-"
"Hm, didn't like that oil slick?" Yukari asked the downed nuisance lying at her feet, right where she belonged. What was it that Moka would say in a situation like this? Oh yeah... "Know your place! Thank you for returning my hat."
With that brief distraction dealt with, Yukari turned smartly around to resume her homework, and this time she would brook absolutely no interruption. Like the softest thing she'd ever felt rubbing up and down the insides of her legs, just to give a completely random example.
"Aw, that's no fun!" Mizore pouted. Yukari looked down. She was rubbing those new pink leggings she was wearing along the young witch's legs. So soft. Too soft. Nothing could be that soft. "Come on, ditch your homework and play a while!"
"N-No!" Yukari insisted. "I- I'm going to finish this off first. Then maybe we'll play. Find something else to do."
"Okay..."
With that done Yukari returned to her seat, picked up her pencil and glanced across the room to make sure. Mizore (and her stockings) were lying on the ground. Staring up at the ceiling. She shifted her legs a fraction of an inch to the right as if trying to find a comfortable location. Bent her left leg. Wiggled her toes a little. Underneath those soft, soft leggings...
Whoa! What on earth was she thinking about all of a sudden? She had homework to do! Alright. Let's see. Get this essay on utilitarianism written out... Stupid philosophy with its indeterminate answers and - And no way to tell what's actually right or wrong. Alright. Let's see what she'd written so far and try to pick up where she'd left off.
Utilitarianism is the belief that the moral action is the one that benefits the most amount of people. Since rubbing Mizore's stockings felt really good to Yukari, and it would alleviate Mizore's boredom, according to utilitarianism she should be throwing herself all over those legs right the hell now. The key problem with this idea was that Yukari had to complete this essay, which benefited only herself and not Mizore.
Yukari rubbed her eyes and looked at the page again: That hadn't been what she'd written at all. Right! Of course not! Hahaha! Don't be silly. It was right there in black and white. Her essay on utilitarianism, its benefits and its flaws. Like, for example. Soft, silky stockings. Lovely leggings. Perfectly pretty pinkness. Fashionable fetishistic footwear. Tight, tantalizing toe-curlers. Hot, hedonistic hosiery.
Needless to say, Yukari was probably not going to get her homework finished on this particular night. Determination only stretches so far, after all.
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It was a funny thing how much she'd changed recently. The world used to be so much more rigid, so black and white. They're the bad people and we're the good ones. It was amazing how a human, of all people, had been able to open up her eyes and make her see the truth.
Speaking of whom, there he was now interviewing the outdoor performance club. As opposed to the theatrical club that performed on stage, this was a new group that preferred a more public venue, minimal props and often engaged in improvisation. Or so it went. Ruby hadn't seen their performance yet. Another example of rigidity versus flexibility, one might say. She hung back for the moment, waiting for him to finish.
"Finally," Tsukune politely said, "do you have any advice for aspiring performers?"
"That's easy!" the president of the club answered. "Hold nothing back. Even if you think it's a bad idea, who knows where it might lead? The only rules you should follow are the rules of law. Anything else is something you're making up for yourself. Off the record, pleasure talking with you. Your club is not quite as scary as we heard."
"Oh, we are," Tsukune chuckled. "But only when we have to be. Take care now."
"But only when we have to be," Ruby repeated in a mildly mocking tone once the outdoor performance club was out of earshot. "Listen to you, trying to be mister badass all of a sudden. Hmph! So. Is Moka still doing her own report?"
"That's right," Tsukune replied. "We were planning on meeting up - Ah, not on a date or anything like that! We were just... Hanging out, comparing notes, helping each other write our stories..."
Well, of course she knew that much. How silly. The two of them were so obviously and blatantly besotted it almost made her a little bit sick. Still. It was not her place to push them together. The two of them would have to find their own -
"Well, well!" said a stupid voice. As in, she could tell immediately that it belonged to a neanderthal that had somehow survived to the present. Sure enough, a brick wall of a student seemed to step out of the more literal brick wall, and before Ruby could even pull out her book he had her by the wrist and twisted it up behind her back. How thoroughly irritating. "Another pretty girl hanging out with Tsukune Aono? Don't tell me... Incubus? I thought they were extinct, but maybe that would explain it."
"Hey!" Tsukune yelled, though that was rather a futile thing to do in a situation like this. This sort of thing happened all the time around here, it seemed. "Let her go!"
"Or what?" the creep continued. "By the time you do anything, I'll have already broken her -"
At which time, to Ruby's complete surprise, she found she was able to twist around her arm, which felt good instead of painful. This twist let her slip free from his grip within a moment's notice. What was more, she bent backwards and slipped beneath the brute's legs, and then wasted little time in attacking the single weak point shared by all males of all species on the planet. It was only after the fact that she realised how completely unnatural her pose was.
"No need to waste my magic on a fool like you," Ruby said, slipping away while the attacker crumbled whimpering to the ground. All Tsukune had to do was help her to her feet, then she dusted herself off and the two of them strolled away.
"I didn't know you were so flexible," Tsukune said.
"Neither did I," Ruby frowned. She stretched out her arm again and pushed it back, feeling a strange pulse of pleasure in the process. "I think this may bear testing...."
- Kurumu is approached by someone trying to stop the "fashion trend."
- Kurumu is approached by someone attempting to advance the "fashion trend."
- Ruby tests her new flexibility. Finds it agreeable.
- Shizuka pays the shop a visit, accidentally discovers what's going on, is too bimbo to stop it.
- Something else
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