Story: R+V: Smart Succubus

What's the most dangerous kind of monster out there? The answer seems obvious, right? Those ranked at S level. Vampires, werewolves and the like. They're super strong, super fast, super destructive, super durable. When it came down to a fight, your best option was to not. Because even running couldn't guarantee survival.


It was the holiday season, and Yokai Academy was closed up. Like most schools in the modern era, Yokai had itself an IT department. Computers were becoming increasingly important within the human world, after all, so it was rather important, nay, essential for them and their students to comprehend the meaning behind these things.


Cue a wiry-haired young man with bottle glasses. He didn't actually need them. The inside of the glasses merely projected the outside world in full through a concealed camera. It was just, you know, this was the image he understood people in his profession presented in the real world.


"There!" he announced to nobody in particular. "The school's security is now top of the line. Even an electrical monster couldn't hack through this. Every precaution has been taken, and now the school will be ready to tackle the new year! Hohoho!"


He stretches, he swivels out of his seat, he stretches some more and then he strides out of the school with hands stuffed in pockets. Yes, indeed. Today was a solid day's work. He had set up the perfect security system, even accommodating for the abilities of numerous monsters that might try something devious. Nobody was getting into the secure files, not one person!


Except, that as anyone with security expertise in the real world will tell you: No matter how good the system, its weakest point will always be the people using it. Now, while it would be rude and unfair to say that someone typically nerdy enough to be an IT professional is easy prey for an attractive woman, the fact of the matter is, it's pretty much true. On the opposite side of the spectrum, it would be completely fair to say that a succubus could easily seduce her given target almost every single time, with just a few exceptions. The union of these two thoughts means that a succubus attempting to seduce an IT professional is equivalent to hunting rabbits with a bazooka. Or two big, bouncing bazookas. Either way there's going to be an explosion and fluids will be spilled.


"Ohh, my stomach!" moaned an attractive woman wearing a business suit, leaning against a wall and clutching at her stomach. "I shouldn't have eaten that chicken... Someone, help me! Please!"


Mister IT looked around nervously. It was only him and her out and about just now. The part of him aware of monsters was telling him to be wary. She could be a vampire out for his blood. Or she might be intending to eat him whole.


On the other hand, even with the way she was bending over he could tell she had an astounding rack beneath that unflattering suit. Libido overruled common sense, and so he moved in.


"Is something wrong, miss?" he asked warily. She moaned again in obvious agony, and sunk to her knees. "H-Hey, it's alright! Do you need a doctor? I can call for a doctor on my phone."


"N-No," she shook her head. "Just- Just help me get home. It's right around the corner, but I can barely stand. Ohhh! Please help me! Please, sir, please!"


Well, he could hardly refuse now, could he? With a trembling hand, he reached out for the mysterious woman's arm and used what little strength he had to help pull her upright. Then, suddenly she seemed to collapse into him, pressing her chest up against his. Impressive bust: Theory confirmed. "Thank you," the woman said, slowly lifting her gorgeous face to look him in the eyes. "If you hadn't come to help, why, I'd have had to use this prepared mixture to make it look like I'd thrown up."


"Huh?"


And then she made eye contact. They were beautiful. If you'd asked him what colour they were right there and then even as he was staring into them, he couldn't tell you. They were every colour, no colour at all. Shimmering. Shifting. Never the same, always moving along the spectrum, dancing around to a silent rhythm. She batted those beautiful eyes at him. For him. It felt like they were swallowing him whole. Then he felt her hands resting on his elbows, gently pushing his arms so that his hands slid down her back. Taking it in. Her body. Under that suit. Resting on her butt beneath an unflattering pair of trousers. It might be a little rude, but he couldn't stop from stealing a squeeze. Based on what he felt, he wouldn't even regret it if he dropped dead right now.


"Help me home, won't you, handsome?" the woman asked, and all he could do was nod. She shifted her grip so that her head was resting on his chest, and her wonderful body was pressed completely up against his side. Paradise. He was in some kind of paradise, without question.


Inexplicably, her home had the same address as his. That got him blinking a bit, but she seemed to notice this and ran her finger seductively across his chest. That made him stop thinking. Thinking was bad. Enjoy the moment. Let her inside.


The instant the door was closed behind them she disentangled, strode forward and tugged off her trousers in a sharp motion. They weren't actually office trousers. They were breakaway trousers that looked like office trousers. The mystery of this was lost on him as he beheld the delight of her bare legs and a thong covering precious little of her shapely ass.


"Nice place I have here," she said, reaching up to her neck and tugging down a zip. Revealing bare back, inch by glorious inch. "It could do with a little dusting, a little tidying up... But it should do until school begins."


"H-Huh?" Mister IT asked, unable to shift his eyes from her glorious body. It was perfect. Every inch, every molecule, every everything. He could feel the strain on his dick. It was yearning for freedom! More than that, it was yearning to touch her. Not necessarily dirty her by being inside her, just touching her skin would be enough.


She turned around and removed her wig, revealing blue hair. Blue hair like the sort a succubus might have. That triggered... Something in the back of his mind, but damned if he could figure out what it was. Any man that could think clearly when a succubus was standing in front of them wearing naught but a silver string bikini had no interest in the opposite sex at all, not even a grain.


"You're in charge of IT for Yokai Academy," the succubus stated. Not a question, a statement. She walked right up to him and hooked her glorious, magnificent, perfect, flawless leg around his insignificant, inferior waist and wrapped her hands around the back of his head. "That means you have access to secure data. Like... Say... What monsters the staff and students are. For example."


He nodded. Yes, he had access to those files. He never had cause to read them usually. Yet it was well within his ability.


"When are you next scheduled to head into school?" she asked. Eye contact made. She was even more beautiful than he remembered, which should be impossible and yet...


"Tomorrow," he answered honestly. She batted her eyes and leaned closer. Oh, this close made even her previous beauty pale in comparison! By now his entire body was trembling. Every bit of him that she touched felt good even if it was through clothes. "I'll be back in tomorrow."


"Good boy," she whispered. "So... If you take me in tomorrow... If you let me see those classified files... Do you know what kind of reward you get?" He shook his head. "Why, it's obvious. You get to be the first member of Kurumu Kurono's harem of sexy boys <i>and</i> girls. Doesn't that make you feel special? Stud?"


It did. And now we must answer that initial question. What's the most dangerous kind of monster out there? The answer is, whichever one is able to use their powers to their absolute advantage the most intelligently. And it seemed as though this time around, Kurumu was a veritable genius.

1. First day of academy, what's Kurumu's plan of attack?
2. Shift to Tsukune's POV of the first day.
3. A little background on this genius version of Kurumu.
4. Something else