Have you ever tried to sit down and do a thing that requires a little bit of concentration, then discovered that no matter what you did a certain something kept on distracting you and you couldn't quite get comfortable enough to get what needed doing done? Kurumu was in that position right now. She'd sit down at the table with the book open in front of her. Then she'd read, say, a paragraph -
<i>For centuries, succubi deliberately kept their seductive powers a secret from monster-kind, enabling them to move quickly up the societal ranks and become the wives of many powerful historical monsters. Quite often, they would use this position to direct conflicts at their rivals, who would be married to other powerful monsters.</i>
And before she could read anything else, Kurumu would sit bolt upright with a gasp of delight. It was her butt's fault! For some reason her derriere had become extremely sensitive, and she was pretty sure it was much bigger as well.
<i>This often resulted in terrible conflicts, although several historians (see citations 103-110) have expressed the possibility that these conflicts would have occurred even without succubi activity behind the scenes. In fact, one hypothesis (citation 110) further implies that the conflicts would have been even worse had these wives not calmed their husbands, for fear of losing their position of authority and influence, not to mention the possibility of losing someone that they deeply cared for.</i>
Once again, she stood up as though someone had stuck her with a pin. She simply couldn't help it! Putting all of her weight onto her butt was making her feel all weird, almost like whenever she pressed her breasts up against Tsukune's manly, manly chest or nuzzled it up against his gentle yet powerful arms. Kurumu loudly smacked the gum the librarian had given her and looked back at herself: Was this happening because her powers were increasing? That might be it...
Either way she could hardly finish reading under these conditions. Hrm. So, the problem was that she was putting all her weight onto her newly sensitive rear end, and it was making her feel so good that if she didn't stand up right away she'd probably cause some kind of disturbance. Kurumu frowned and without thinking about it, blew a bubble. She'd never really done that before. Didn't know how to. She just sort of did it without thinking.
Well, that wasn't quite true. She <i>was</i> thinking. About how to sit down and stay comfortable. Nobody was around. Right? Good! So Kurumu kicked off her shoes and lifted her feet up onto the table, sitting in an angle on the chair so that her butt wasn't touching the seat at all, and she was more resting on her arms and back.
"I'm so smart!" Kurumu remarked while twirling some well-chewed gum all around her index finger. "Now let's see, where was I...?"
<i>When the true nature of their powers was discovered, most of the succubi were banished to the human realm, where they were forced to seek mates among the human population, leading to their current decline in numbers and potential ability. According to historical records (cite: 111-114) the discovery of their charm powers is credited to a succubus/vampire mongrel known as Bimbella, whom noted monster historian Abel Crockett describes as "powerful, well meaning, beautiful and very, very stupid."</i>
"Get her!"
"That's your plan?! Get her? Did you have any of that gum?"
"Hey, keep it down!" Kurumu yelled. "Some of us are trying to... Read..." She blew a bubble and looked around at all the new friends she'd apparently made without noticing. There was a very, very tall and muscular girl wearing her hair in a ponytail. Her hands looked like they could pick up Kurumu by the scalp and carry her around with no trouble at all. Then there was another girl that was much, much thinner and about the same size as Kurumu, pulling on a pair of latex gloves, and then there was another girl who was about a head shorter than Kurumu and also happened to be the second bustiest student that she'd seen at the academy (because Kurumu had seen herself in a mirror).
"Sorry about this," said that short, busty one, as she leaned menacingly against the table. "But this is for your own good."
Suddenly the thin one pinched Kurumu's nose, forcing her to open her mouth. As soon as she did that, three extremely thin fingers shot inside her mouth, plucked out the gum, and then had it wrapped up in a secure, clear plastic bag before Kurumu could even catch her breath.
"Teehee! That had better not be roughhousing I hear down that aisle!" the librarian cheerily called. "Otherwise I might have to get nasty!"
The big one slapped her big, meaty hands around Kurumu's mouth, then used the other hand to pick her up and drag her off into a side closet that was honestly much bigger than she was expecting. What the hell is going on here?! Well. If they thought that Kurumu was some wimp that was going to just, like, go along with whatever they had in mind, then they had another thing -
"Anti-Bimbofication League?" Kurumu read off a banner on the back wall of the room. Huh? What? What on earth was going on around here?
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One of the key things to understand about the Academy was that it was, in fact, a one-of-a-kind location that didn't exist anywhere else in the world of monsters. It was intended for the purpose of making sure that monsters could grow up and understand how to blend into human society without causing any fuss. Towards this end they had numerous different kinds of clubs, many of which were based on sports that humans really played out in the human world.
The problem was: Since this was the only school of its kind, they weren't able to indulge in one of the pastimes that most school sporting clubs could. They could not ever compete with anyone but one another. Ever. Not someone from another school, because the only other schools were human schools, and the thing about teaching monsters to blend in with humans is that you don't drop them into a highly competitive environment where being a monster could be an advantage while they're still learning how to do that.
Which inevitably meant that intra-school rivalries were as common as dirt. Which was why Moka was sitting here right now, interviewing the two top girls’ tennis players in the school.
To her right, Hide Saga, a third-year veteran, who was sitting there wearing a bright pink pair of shorts, equally pink sports shoes, and a flower-pattern t-shirt that didn't quite reach her navel. Hide had her nose turned up and her arms folded in front of her, very studiously not looking at her new rival.
To her left, Kiyo Toshitara, a first-year prodigy, who had surprised everyone with a natural level of talent. She had opted for a frilly mini-skirt (again, shocking-hot pink) and some kind of white-coloured leotard with a great big bunny printed on the back.
Neither of these outfits were exactly the sort of thing Moka would expect to play tennis in, but then again she wasn't a member of the club. And this sort of thing did seem to be a growing fashion trend for some reason, so...
"Boyfriend thief," Hide sniffed all of a sudden, before Moka could even ask a question.
"Oh, that's rich coming from you," Kiyo said in a peculiarly singsong voice. "You're totes jelly 'cause I'm, like, hotter than you now!"
"About your rivalry..." Moka began to say, but was then quickly cut off by Hide suddenly standing up and glaring at Kiyo right in the eye, leaning over the younger girl in a decisively alpha position.
"Yeah, but that's not gonna last much longer," Hide said. "Now that I'm on to your secret, I'll be the hottest thing going, and you'll be dust in my tracks."
"I was going to ask if it's been a friendly rivalry, or..." Moka tried again, but they continued ignoring her.
"Then you've got a lot of, like, catching up to do!" Kiyo tittered. "I'm using it daily, and I'm getting prettier and prettier all. The. Time. Unlike you, who will only get more totes boring and plain."
"... Or if it's been more heated," Moka continued pointlessly. "If it might have caused some animosity between you, or schisms within the club?"
Hide tackled Kiyo off the chair, and the two of them tumbled to the ground in what looked like a fierce brawl at first glance, but after watching for a while it became quite apparent they were more rolling around with each other on the floor and not really making any effort to hurt one another.
"Uh... Maybe this isn't a good time?" Moka pondered. "Perhaps I should set up one-on-one interviews instead to make this a little bit -"
Somehow Hide wound up on top, sitting with her legs on either side of Kiyo's waist and pinning her torso to the floor. "Oh, look at what I found!" Hide smirked triumphantly, holding up what looked like some sort of pink bottle. "You should be more careful with your beauty treatment, y'know!"
"Give that back!" Kiyo demanded, but Hide just responded by flipping the bottle open and tipping the contents over her own head, where a strange pink goop flowed down her scalp and onto her shoulders, pinning her already tight clothing even tighter against her fit body, and -
<i>Get the hell out of there!</i>
"Huh?" Moka gasped. Her inner self was talking to her at a time like this? But - But she never did that unless Moka was in some kind of danger! "Why?" she asked. "What's wrong?"
<i>I don't know, but I do know that I don't like it! Move!</i>
Well, okay then. Even if her inner self hadn't sounded so insistently urgent, she would have probably backed out of that room anyway. After all. Hide was rubbing that pink goop all over her body and clothes while making these really inappropriate perverted noises, and the way that her hips were suggestively moving was telling Moka that, you know, maybe she should really consider not being in this room any longer.
"Oh, Miss Moka!" Kiyo suddenly chirped. "Like, sorry for just playing around and stuff. So, um, here you go!" Without thinking about it, Moka caught something out of the air. Another pink bottle, just like the one Hide was pouring out over herself. Weird, shouldn't that have run out by now? "Um, have that as a free gift! Teehee, you'll thank me later on!"
Right. Okay then. Well. You didn't need any kind of journalistic instinct to tell that something really weird was going on around here. Something that needed investigating. Something that she should really get the others to help her with. Something that... Smelled a lot like lavender, and for some reason made her think of Tsukune and made her heart race a little bit faster.
- The Anti-Bimbofication League deprogram Kurumu and fill her in.
- The ABL tries to deprogram Kurumu, but she's a pretty corruptive influence.
- Moka encounters Tsukune and Ruby, fills them in on what's going on.
- Moka heads back to the newspaper club room, encounters Mizore and Yukari.
- Something else
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