Inner and Outer Moka are as different as night and day. One is a cute, pleasant young woman who couldn't hurt a fly. The other, on noticing a fly buzzing around, would swat it out of the sky and then systematically hunt down its family as a warning to the rest of the species. One was mighty, the other was adorable. One shy but cheerful when close together with friends, the other arrogant and aloof yet oddly protective of her allies.
That would explain the difference in attitude as Moka walked down the corridor. Normally, it would be a flighty gait with her hands held in front of herself, only truly noticeable because of how pretty and elegant she was. Today, though? Moka was walking down the corridor with a hand on her hip and her nose upturned like she owned the place.
And do you know, if it was put down to the boys that she walked by, they'd gladly give it to her if they could.
"Man, Moka's looking finer than usual today," one of them whispered.
"I know, she's really rocking the domme look today," another whispered back. "Something about the strut..."
“Oh god, I want her to step on me and call me piggy.” The last one said, voice growing a little high-pitched as these words.
Moka stopped. Produced a pencil. Then flicked it, and embedded it in the wall next to them.
"Know your place," she warned, then resumed on her way with obvious disgust at their lustful staring towards their better. Little realising that their submissive erections were now even more painful than they had been a moment ago. They knew their place alright, and it was under her heel.
"Pathetic," she said aloud, uncaring of who heard her. Which was kind of a shame because, well, see the previous paragraph about the effect her attitude was having on the newly discovered submissive streak in about 99% of the boys she walked past. Oh, forgive me, that's an exaggeration. 100% of the boys she walked past had developed a powerful submissive streak due to her overwhelmingly dominant aura. "To behave like mewling cats in heat when exposed to a combination of beauty and superior strength. How unbeckoming of young monsters."
At this point it should be said that in addition to turning pretty much the entire male student body into masochists, she had also gained the eternal ire of a great deal of the female side of the school. Well at least the part that didn’t want to kiss her feet and call her mama that is.
"Good morning Moka!"
"Tsukune!" Moka squealed. Yes, Inner Moka squealed. Then skipped three steps before checking herself and forcing herself back into her usual stern attitude.
“Mustn’t let his perverted powers get to me..” She mumbled to herself, pretty sure that she hadn’t done that just because he was a friend. In fact, she was almost 100% sure him being a friend wasn’t supposed to be enough to want to make her want him to eat whipped cream and strawberries off her naked chest.
Still. She linked arms with him. In a way that made it clear that she was still the one in control around here. Not him. Not her loins.
"So, how is it?" Tsukune asked. "Being out and about like this must be a little strange huh?"
"It is a touch unusual for me to maintain control for such an extended period," Moka admitted. His hand brushed against the hem of her skirt. It was an accident. It still made her feel... strange. Like she wanted him to do it again, but on purpose this time. There was no question of it, his powers were extremely potent. "And what of you? Are you keeping control over your newfound powers?"
As if in response to that, a girl gave Moka the stink eye in passing... and made eye contact with Tsukune. The poor thing wound up clutching the wall to stay upright. No question of it. He'd just charmed that girl by accident. The effect would wear off eventually, so she wouldn't become a fellow harem mem-
That thought was strangled before it could complete. Not a fellow harem member, because Moka was not <i>in a harem</i>.
Regardless of anything else, it was true that Inner Moka did not want Tsukune to seduce even <i>more girls</i> with his weird powers. If she understood it right, he grew more powerful the bigger his.. <i>harem</i> got. She did not even want to imagine the sort of effect he could have on someone if the number of girls after him, for example, doubled or tripled.
Which of course meant that the best strategum would be to ride his dick from dawn to dusk, making certain that he never sought to expand his harem. Between a mighty vampire like herself, and an empowered succubus like Kurumu, the two of them could easily get the job done...
"Hey, that's a pretty smile," Tsukune said. "You should smile like that more often."
For once Moka was left quite speechless. She could feel the traitorous smile on her face, but she just... couldn't... shake it...
“Heeey Tsukune!” And there came the infamous second beauty of Yokai Academy. Using her usual greeting technique of shoving her crush’s face into her sizable chest.
“Ahh Hwelo Krumu.” Came the muffled answer from inside the Succubus cleavage. The fact that Tsukune wasn’t trying to escape already, was likely the biggest proof of how he had gotten used to the new status quo involving lots of nudity and perversion.
“Holy shit he is a playboy..” There naturally came the whispers of girls around them. “I heard that he snuck into her room at night.” And there came the rumours. “They say he has a hundred girlfriends outside school!”
"He's already seduced the number one and number two hottest," another girl whispered. "Hey, I bet Moka's attitude changed because they got freaky last night!"
Out of nowhere, there was a sharp popping sound and the girl who made that last remark suddenly bolted off down the corridor. Which was an appropriate choice of words on her part, because from what she could tell the girl had just been zapped by a tiny witch.
"No spreading gossip about Moka!" Yukari warned. Not to anyone in particular, more to anyone in earshot. Hmph. It seemed as though her Outer self had a young admirer. Was that girl up to being a mentor? She disengaged from Tsukune for a moment - which unfortunately allowed the slutty succubus borrowing her Rosary to hug him tighter to her boso - and marched over to the witch towering over the girls that had bad mouthed them.
"It is polite to talk about people face to face with them," Moka said to the gossips. As to Yukari, she asked a simple question. "So? State your business."
"Eh? My b-business?" Yukari stammered.
“Yes, do you need something? Or do you know anything new about the.. librarian and her fellows?” Inner Moka asked, keeping a neutral face and looking Yukari all over. She seemed an innocent little girl, but she had seen innocent little girls that could cut a man apart with their bare hands. "Do not keep me waiting, I am not a patient woman."
"Um... I... Well, I mean..." Yukari stammered, blushing quite furiously. Oh dear. Moka leaned down and tipped the witch's chin up, forcing her to look her in the eye. They were the same crimson color of freshly spilled blood and her pupils were long and deadly, like they belonged to a large feline predator.
At this moment the young witch very much felt like she was standing in front of a hungry tiger.
- Yukari has information!
- Yukari has a survival instinct! Time to flee!
- Yukari doesn't get to say anything before something else gets in the way.
- Something else
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