Let us consider evolution for a moment. One of the biggest misunderstandings about evolution is that it has an end goal. It does not. Evolution, at its core, is a process by which the ones who are most capable succeed. But that isn’t guaranteed, because such a thing as a perfectly adapted being doesn’t exist. The world changes, cultural, geological and climatic changes happen and what once may look like it would be a successful spearhead into the future, could easily become a biological deadend. In return, a seemingly useless or even counterintuitive mutation may become useful if circumstances align.
And that isn’t considering the weirdness that is magic getting involved.
So now let us consider a world in which monsters exist. Beings that, in some respect, feed upon humanity. What traits might they favour? The same as other predators: Strength, speed, resilience. Such things are possessed by S-Class monsters in spades. Vampires, werewolves phoenix - these things are considered the most difficult classes of monsters to deal with precisely because of their physical attributes.
But... That does not <I>necessarily</i> have to be the case. Evolution, by its very nature, often trails off into directions that, to the eye of a critical mind, would seem... strange. Unorthodox solutions to problems that are, somehow, still quite effective.
Certainly, power is important as anyone who has studied history knows. But there is more to strength than your personal ability. Humanity has proven that even if you are weak, numbers have a quality of their own. So, what about a monster that is more specialized in certain.. Social aspects? A monster race that under different circumstances may be pushed into a position of near-extinction but in this case ended up in leadership positions.
Such a thing might seem ridiculous. Of course vampires are the Kings and Queens of the yokai. Of course the succubus is a lower class being that is only good for one thing. That is because we are seeing the results of evolution in one particular set of environments that have led to this conclusion: Of course it would seem natural... But that's the trick with evolution. That's the aspect that eludes so many people about how powerful and potent this process really is.
All it takes is a slight change. A tweak to an environment, somewhere in the past, and the results... Only Gods could tell you.
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This was not what Tsukune was expecting. Picture it, if you would. A rather average boy, with maybe slightly above average looks, arrives to his new school by bus. The bus is creepy. The bus driver is creepier. And the school is creepier -
No, no, the driver was still much creepier than the school. This said quite a lot because it honestly felt like he'd walked onto the set of a horror movie.
It almost looked like someone had purposefully planted trees that would look as sick and scary as possible. There were bats flying around, the building itself looked like someone had ripped it straight from a gothic horror novel cover, and... was that a cemetary over there?!
"I shouldn't judge based on first appearances," Tsukune noted. He made sure his bag was positioned properly, then strode on forward. "Better let someone know I'm here. Let's see... I was supposed to head to the assembly hall on arrival, right?"
"Eeeeeeeek!"
It seemed as though Tsukune had other things to worry about, though, as he found himself suddenly and inexplicably bowled over by a bicycle. Not exactly the best way for him to meet a fellow student.
"Are you okay?" he and the girl riding the bike said at the same time. The two of them had fallen into one another, with him instinctively grabbing hold of her body as he fell back, cushioning the fall.
With that reaction taken care of, Tsukune actually looked at the girl. Wow. A pretty pink haired babe, that was the only way to describe her. Gorgeous. Stunning. A cute face, eyes that seemed to sparkle, and then he looked down at her body. Boobs that were practically spilling out of her top, a pair of legs that surely qualified as masterpieces, an overall figure that practically glowed with appeal.
This was - with no question or hesitation in his mind - the single most attractive anything he'd seen in his life. Not a sunset, not a sunrise, not a painting, not a person, not a single thing in his life had passed before his eyes that was more or equally as beautiful as this.
"You smell nice.." the girl whispered, and then before he could do anything at all she leaned up and kissed him on the lips.
Now, it actually took a moment for him to register that the most beautiful anything he'd ever seen in his life was kissing him, believe it or not. Which makes sense. Because he was a bit too caught up in savouring the sweetest taste he'd ever tasted in his life to notice things like that.
Then, when he did notice, he gained a deeper appreciation. Her lips were as velvet snowflakes made of sugar and flowers and all the good decent things of the world. Her tongue tentatively pushed against his lips, asking - nay, begging for entry and who was he to deny such an innocent request? Yet, upon their entry he discovered that the intention of this tongue was anything but innocent as it scourged his mouth, exploring every nook and cranny while gently, oh so gently massaging every nerve setting his sensations alight, like fire at the heart of the sun. Blood shot into his head and his head felt light like thunder was rolling in the background, his ears ringing from unheard sounds and blissful pleasure.
The taste of sweet cherries was upon his lips and within his mouth, as a sensation between hunger and hot desire clashed within him. A glorious sound like the bells of heaven ringing echoed throughout his being as the beautiful angel upon him released a moan that would have made even a holy man question his vows.
Or, to put it in simpler terms, the experience was so intense that his prose went various shades of purple. That's how you know it's a good kiss.
Alas, it ended. The girl gasped and pushed away, leaving Tsukune feeling oddly drained, but smiling.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," the girl's dulcet tones blessed his ears. "I didn't mean to - I did it again! But you tasted so nice and..."
She kissed him again. Shorter this time, but no less sweet. He could spend eternity in this moment, and would gladly do so if given the opportunity.
"Ah! What am I doing? Moka, stupid! Stupid Moka! I have to go, maybe next time we meet I'll have a little more self control."
Then the girl ran off. He wanted to call after her, but only a sigh escaped his lips. Moka. What a pretty name.
And what a pretty tush she was waving around. Tsukunee was happy that he was still lying on the ground, because otherwise he would have missed that sight.
"Oh yeah, I'm going to enjoy my time at this school," Tsukune burbled. "Huh... Why do I feel so weak all of a sudden?"
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Moka Akashiya was a Succubus. Yes, yes, if you've read the premise for this thread that's not really a surprise in the least. For those of you that have not, well, there you are. The Akashiya family, one of (if not the most) powerful and influential families in the Yokai world were not blood sucking vampires, but rather a subcategory of demons that sexually assaulted men in their sleep.
How on Earth could such a race be considered S-Class? Well, that's quite simple really. The monstrous physical strength that they had as Vampires was channelled into a different direction here: Namely, into mental manipulation. Specifically, lust based mental manipulation. They were masters of lust, rulers of desire. All things with a mind and soul have wants and needs, and the Akashiya family was exceptionally good at granting one kind of basic need. Some have said that to look upon their naked form is as satisfying as intercourse with a non-Akashiya.
At first, they ruled... basically because everyone had the hots for them, and nobody could say no. Luckily - unlike most cases where someone stumbles ass backwards into power - certain members of the family actually took their responsibilities seriously. I know, isn't that amazing? Anyway, the point is that they were pretty terrible at first, but they took the time to learn from their mistakes and became pretty damned good leaders, which genuinely shocked all the monster historians because that's kind of the opposite of how it usually goes.
There were nothing but women in the succubus race, of course. Any men born were of the same race as their father. The ratio of male to female offspring was also somewhat tilted into the former’s direction, so having lots of babies was heavily encouraged.
It was natural that marriages with various powerful leaders of different monster groups would form. Both for love related reasons and pure politicking.
"He almost smelled like a human," Moka said aloud to herself. "Oh, no almost about it. If I didn't know better I would swear he was one! The most delicious lust to feed from dropped right into my lap... Kyah! How was I supposed to resist? It simply isn't fair!"
That was the problem with many monsters, really. Human smell... nice to them. That was part of the reason for the school - to help teach these young monsters to curb those feeding instincts, so they could better fit in among this world that humans had absolutely taken dominion over.
When Moka's Succubus powers had kicked in, she'd accidentally drained her class when they had PE. It was an accident! It wasn’t her fault that she had discovered a fetish for bloomers and short shorts at that point.
Then the next day, she'd been careful to avoid all the boys - only to accidentally cause a yuri orgy during swim class.
This is why Succubi are considered S-Class monsters. It didn't matter how strong you were when your rationality is so easily stolen by them, sometimes even without them putting the effort into it. If they did, then you were as good as theirs.
So imagine how Moka felt when she walked into class and saw the boy she smooched sitting there in the corner of the room, in the typical protagonist seat, amidst the rest of the class looking at her in absolute, abject, adulation.
"Woah, check her out."
"I could stare at her legs all day."
"That smile is going to keep me up at night."
"Total babe alert!"
Half of those were girls, have fun figuring out which they were. Moka filtered them out while feeding on their ambient lustful energy. Not enough to have any effect on them, it was a passive thing that they could do .Her attention was completely on the boy. On his eyes. On his lips. His sweet, tasty lips.
<I>Oh, this is quite infuriating,</i> said a voice that only she could hear. <i>Seeing you moon over that boy. Claim him as yours. It's about time you started a proper harem of cute boys and girls. Sit in his lap, Charm him, then take him to your room and breed him.</i>
As for that... That was Inner Moka. The pure undiluted expression of Moka's succubus nature, which had to be sealed within the Rosary. Which was always trying to get her to start a harem! She didn't want a harem! She wanted to be able to have friends without accidentally draining them when she bent over!
So here's what she was going to do. After class, she was going to apologise to that boy and start a real cordial friendship with him. She would calmly explain the situation and establish a real, long standing, non-lust based relationship with him.
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So, this was a school for monsters dedicated to teaching them how to live within human society without eating people's faces. Tsukune rather liked not having his face eaten. His survival instinct was, therefore, making the sensible objection that he should really not stay here at this school.
On the other hand his libido was insisting, vehemently, that he stay.
You can see the problem. The bind he was in was quite a tough pickle. His survival instinct versus his drive to reproduce were, in essence, going up against each other, and that's normally a contest that ends in deep rooted psychological trauma as those are two of the most base drives any living thing can experience.
Not to mention the fact that he was a hormonal teenage boy. Say what you want, this particular demographic was not known for making the best choices when faced with a pretty face, a nice pair of tits bigger than soccer balls and an ass that could probably suffocate a grown man.
"I really should flee the school," he said to himself while hurrying towards the exit. "But if I do that, then I'll never see her again." He turned around again and started walking back towards the building. "But I'll also never see her again if I get eaten alive." he turned back towards the exit. "On the other hand, we're in the same class so that doesn't seem too likely..." Back towards the school he went.
Such as it is to fall under the charm of the succubus. Away, reason, there is no home for you here. At this rate the boy was going to wear a groove in the dirt.
Luckily, it didn't get to that point. Even more luckily, that was because of a sweet voice calling out for him, followed quickly by a hug that pulled Tsukune's face right into Moka's cleavage.
"Ah, there you are! I was looking alllll over!" Moka said. She stuck her nose right into his hair and took a deep, deep breath. "Listen, I wanted to -" she inhaled again, even deeper than before. "-apologise for my behaviour earlier." She grabbed his hand, and made him rest it on her hip. "My name is Moka, and I'd like to be friends. What's your name?"
Tsukune's head was extracted from Moka's cleavage, and he had the single biggest grin you've ever seen in your life plastered on his face. "Anything you want," he said. "But most people call me Tsukune Aonno."
Yeah, as if there could be any doubt about him leaving the school anytime soon.
- Cue Saizou arriving to break them up.
- Meanwhile, Kurumu the Vampire is trying to establish her authority in the school.
- Moka drags Tsukune on a date.
- Something else
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