Story: Smart Succubus

Hrmph! Mizore was in a mood now. Kurumu was being extremely blatant about her immediate plans, and nobody else here could see them. It didn't help that the little witch was obviously on Team Succubus, as every attempt that Mizore made to get close to Tsukune was being unceremoniously blocked by either one of them

Well, that was fine though. When playing Chess, one must occasionally give up the chance to check the King, if it puts you in an unfavourable position. Checkmate is the end of the game, not check. As such, rather than proceeding with the King (Tsukune) she would deal with a mere Pawn who thought himself a Piece.

"Is there anything you need help with?" Gin asked. The ostensible head of the newspaper club. "Perhaps a back rub, or a foot rub? Oh, could you maybe climb that ladder and help pin up this banner...?"

Mizore gave him a blank look. That wasn't too out of sorts for her, it was her normal expression. She performed a few mental calculations on the best possible approach; She could hardly whip out a hypnotic snow screen right here without getting everyone's attention. Her hypnosis wasn't as subtle as a Charm spell

On the other hand she had other advantages with her hypnosis, that such limitations had forced her to discover for herself

The others were busy. Kurumu was paying her a bit less attention now, and was taking great pains to focus on Moka, while Yukari was 'playing' with Tsukune. Hrmph! Fine then! Let them have their fun over there.

"I am aware of what happened last year," Mizore said, in a very quiet voice. The smile on Gin's face wavered, understandably. "I know why you were the only one left from last year. I know about the committee."

Gin sighed and rubbed the back of his head, then looked nervously over at the others. "Yeah, well, don't tell them about it yet," he said. "I get the feeling some of them might try to pick a fight to prove a point, you know? I mean, a vampire on team with a werewolf? That's a pretty good team, but..."

"But the leader of the committee still scares you, for he is a ruthless S-Rank monster," Mizore whispered. This was a fair assessment, and honestly she was a little curious how Kurumu intended to deal with the committee. Did she intend to brainwash them? Or outright get them expelled? Either would be hard. What move would she have made if Mizore hadn't stepped in? How curious. If only she could peek into a parallel world, for the sake of satisfying her intellectual curiosity... "You should not be worried. I will not tell them. Nor will I pick a fight. Nor would I lose a fight if one began."

He scoffed a bit at that and patted her on the head. How condescending. This S-Class monster was underestimating her. The only thing that truly mattered in a fight wasn't what your rating was, it was who won the fight. "That's very nice of you to think, but you didn't see what they were capable of. They wouldn't keep it one on one, they'd almost certainly hit you as a group. You really wouldn't stand a chance at all."

"Then why don't you come and see what I can do?" Mizore asked. "Let's meet up on the rooftop later."

"Ahaha, I don't fight girls-"

"If you win I'll give you my panties."

"Sold

All too easy

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That night, following the meeting, we had a remarkable sight to behold. Gin, sniffing a rose atop the rooftop, going man a mano up against Mizore, a Yukki-Ona. It was the mismatch of the century. Werewolves are rank S for a very good reason, and while he knew full well that Yukki-Ona were a threat unto themselves... they simply couldn't compare. Even the strongest of them wasn't a pale shade of a relatively weak werewolf. Obviously, werewolf puppies would get trounced but once they got to teen years it became a total mismatch

And Gin might not like fighting. At all. Didn't mean he'd no experience in it. Especially on a night like this. A full moon. Hehehe! He might have tried challenging Moka on any other night like this. Let his beat form out, let it run amok and remind her of their kind's ancient rivalry. His speed would overcome her strength in no time flat!

Although... that was if. This was now. This girl's underwear was as good as his! Gin felt the transformation take him! Fur covered his body from head to foot. His feet and hands became razor sharp claws, muscles that were already rather well designed for speed became more efficient still, beastlike urges and hunger rose up within him, and he let loose a howl to the moon to declare that he was here

"Are you quite done?" Mizore asked. Then, not waiting for an answer, she snapped her fingers

And snow befalls the rooftop. A blizzard billowed up out of nowhere, hampering vision and making the rooftop slippery. Ah. Now Gin understood why she felt that she was capable of standing up to a Rank S monster. This Mizore was indeed strong for her kind

Nonetheless, she was about to learn what a difference in power meant. If she thought making the surface of the roof slippery would go unnoticed, then she had another thing coming! Gin leaped through the air, diving right for where Mizore was standing. He bared his claws. Hehehe, he'd tear her clothes apart perfectly! A little cold wouldn't bother her, even less than it bothered him! Fur was a great thing to have to fend off the cold!

His sharp claws came down - and Mizore's head fell off. For a moment he was in a panic, wondering if snow blindness had thrown his senses off - until he registered what he was feeling through his claws. Then, he saw the other figures in the snow

"I see, decoys," Gin smirked. Impressive. Able to whip them up that fast? They were spinning in place as well, like ballerinas. Beautiful spinning ballerinas in the glistening snow and ice. It almost felt like being trapped in a snowglobe

Oh! He almost slipped on the ice there. How unlike him, losing his balance like that. Even so! Focus on the battle. Mizore had done fine work with those replicas. He'd already committed her body type to memory, and the curves on those figures was immaculately reflective of..

Of...

Strange, he lost track of his thought process there, caught himself thinking about how outright pretty Mizore was. Gin rubbed the side of his head. He was here for her panties! And to prove a point about how outmatched she would be if she fought the committee! He sniffed at the air. His nose wouldn't be so easily fooled as his eyes. The figure that was really Mizore was - there! He dove in and tackled her to the ground - only for her to crumble as well, leaving nothing there but a damp scarf that was drenched in the perfume Mizore wore

Clever girl. He sniffed it up and... immediately felt extremely woozy. Gin collapsed on his rear, and blinked while staring out into the snow. There were all these weird fractal patterns in them, almost like spirals whirling in place everywhere he looked. And further off, dancing in the snow, he could swear he could see Mizore. Several of her. Alongside words that he could barely make out in the glittering snowflakes. Her outfit changed from the almost deliberately dorky, cute attire into something more deserving of her. A white bikini tha almost faded into the background, reflecting the light, making him focus on her body. Her astounding breasts, her healthy hips, her pale thighs..

"Surrender," the wind itself seemed to whisper, as he breathed heavily from the scarf. "Surrender..." the wind whispered again

Gin stumbled to his feet feeling oddly, yet nicely, groggy. His heart was racing in his chest. Alright. Then... Then he shouldn't think about which one was real. Instead, he'd focus on using his speed to destroy all of them faster than she could form them! She might be planning to wear down his stamina, but as she would eventually learn Gin had stamina for days. He'd easily outlast her, and then some

And so Gin leaped out again, landing on one of the copies, then immediately whirling around to land on another, all the while scanning his surroundings for more of these beautiful decoys. He kept moving, heart racing, forced to look through this snow at those gorgeous figures, illuminating Mizore's stunning figure, time after time after time. He soon lost track of how many he brought low. 

Before suddenly, he found himself pinning down the real deal. By that time, it felt like his own brain was freezing over. His breathing was more laboured than it should be. Her eyes were sparkling. Cold blue like a sheet of ice. Gin blinked, trying to shake off this heady feeling, but -

Gotcha," he growled

"Are you sure about that?" Mizore asked. "Sit, boy."

His back legs suddenly felt heavy. A tremendous urge to lean back on his haunches overtook him, and before he knew what was happening he was doing exactly that, staring up at Mizore billowing snow all around herself while dancing, creating the illusion that she was naked. A beautiful, stunning Goddess of snow and ice. It somehow felt like their expected positions had been fully reversed. His brain freezing over at the mere sight of her

"Good boy," Mizore said. The manner in which she patted him on the head might be seen by some as condescending - but to Gin, in this moment, it was a blessing. "Turn back into your more handsome form, I prefer my pets to have less fur."

Kinkshaming, are we?" asked a voice from above. The blizzard died down, with Gin staring up at his Snow Queen with nothing in his eyes but hearts and devotion. Mizore looked up and saw her rival up there. Hovering in the sky. "Hrm, so that's how it works? I'll have to keep that in mind."

I'm glad that you enjoyed the show," Mizore said. She rolled around the lollipop in her mouth while studying Kurumu carefully. In turn, Kurumu absently drummed her extended nails along her arm. A calculating expression upon her face. Determining the specifics of her special technique, without risking falling into it herself, not many could accomplish that. Of  course, it was Mizore's intention to ensure that she worked her way around each and every barrier that Kurumu set up... While ensuring that her own weren't taken down

A game of chess, with the winner taking control over the other's mind

"Enjoy your capture," Kurumu said, blowing Mizore a kiss. "I'll be sure to take him, when I take you. Keep on rounding them up for me until then."

Right back at you," Mizore whispered, wondering what move her enemy might make next.