Story: R+V Monstrous

 

Keito was a bully. Let's not make any bones about it, she was a powerful youma who allied with other powerful youma for the express purpose of harassing others and making them bend their knee. Ideas like 'love' and 'affection' were merely weaknesses to be exploited in others. To her, they were excuses for finding someone attractive or useful. Friendship? Please. She'd seen it over and over again. Friends throwing each other to the wolf rather than face her wrath.

Which meant that this feeling was being caused by an adrenaline rush. Her heart was pounding in her chest purely and exclusively because she'd just had her ass beat. The sound of this boy's voice asking 'are you okay?' and doing basic medical checks was only making her feel strange because she might be concussed. The notion she could be attracted to such a weakling was - it was beyond the pale.  She wanted a strong mate, a mighty beast to breed with... or rather, she would want those things in a few years when she was in a better place to care for a brood.

"Hey, Tsukune, don't get too close with her," another voice warned. Her vision settled on another boy. Gin. That idiot from last year, the sole surviving member of last year's newspaper club. "She's likely to bite your head off."

That idiot, spiders that do that would only do so after mat- Ah, she immediately course corrected there. Why was she suddenly thinking about sex so much? And where was that smell of bananas coming from? Was she that badly concussed?

"I'm not the kind of guy who leaves people lying around after they got beat up," Tsukune said. That weak little - Nnnnrgh, why did she clench her thighs like that? "Go find the nurse, I'll do basic first aid until they get here."

"You sure you'll be okay?" Gin asked. "Even assuming they aren't up to something, the guys that beat them up might still be around."

"Trust me, I'll be fine," Tsukune said. So confident! Really? Why was he so sure he could defend himself, when all of them were defeated? "If you're really worried, get Moka and Kurumu to come along as well. We'll be able to take care of this."

"Alright, fine, but don't say I didn't warn you..." Gin sighed, then turned on his heel and left, muttering under his breath.

Actually... wasn't this a good opportunity? She was intending to investigate the newspaper club, right? Why not interrogate him? Yes, that might be just the ticket. She could question him, right here and now. She might not be in the best of condition to threaten him, though... which meant she would have to make use of other methods to win him over.

Like flirting with him.

That made her feel good. Suspiciously good. Annoyingly good - where the hell was that banana aroma coming from anyway?!

"So, I'm Tsukune Aonno, nice to meet you," Tsukune said. He held up three fingers. "How many do you see?"

"Three," she replied. "And my name is Keito Kumo. Could you please tell me a bit more about yourself?"

A little forward, but it should work. Let's see... perhaps if she leaned forward like this, put more focus on her breasts? She wasn't used to working this way. That was meant to be effective, right?

"S-Sorry about this," Tsukune muttered to himself. "Uh, darn. Wish I could do something about this. You don't happen to have a boyfriend, do you?"

"Not yet," Keito fluttered her eyelashes at him. Come on, tell her something. "That boy was part of the newspaper club. Are you also a member?"

"Eh? Oh, yeah. That's right."

"We heard a rumour the club got into a bit of trouble at the library, that wouldn't be true, would it?"

He was blushing. It was adorable, but adorable things made her hungry. She wanted to take a nibble. Just a bite. A small bite should be fine, right? Or maybe if she licked him, it would be okay. All she'd have to do is regain her strength a little bit, then summon some sticky web to tie him up and then - 

"You there. Is this, perhaps, your handiwork?"

There was a voice that sent shudders of fear down the spines of many students at Yokai Academy, and for good reason. Sato had arrived. The leader of the Protection Committee, an S-Class monster and perhaps the toughest student on campus. Keito had never seen him go all out, his sheer power and strength, combined with a ruthlessness she always admired, made him a truly terrifying presence to behold.

Yet, today, it was not admiration she felt upon watching him stride confidently down the corridor. It was... fear. Fear not for her own sake, but fear for what he might do to Tsukune. No, why would she feel that way? About this boy? He was not all that impressive, but for some reason she couldn't stop herself from thinking about him. What he might look like with his shirt off, how handsome he was, how he must absolutely fuck like a wild animal and she'd been denying herself that base need for so, so long...

...

"This was not his doing," Keito said before Sato did something foolish. He stopped walking, perhaps surprised by her outburst. "Do you think that little of us, that a single person could best us all at once? It was a group. The Minions got in our way."

"Did they, now?" Sato said. His eyes settled on Tsukune, as though trying to pierce his soul. "That's very interesting. You are quite correct, of course, we should not set our sights on a false target. Thank you for correcting my quite understandable mistake, Keito."

"If it's who I think it was, then the same group has been causing us issues as well," Tsukune said. "Maybe we should -"

"Cooperate?" Sato interrupted. "Certainly. If the newspaper club is willing to pay our protection fee."

Of course. That was the way they did things. They intimidated the other clubs into accepting their 'fee' for protection. Usually from them - though if anyone did start trouble, they'd certainly have no trouble putting them in their rightful place. It shouldn't be any different for the newspaper club. In Sato's view, cooperating with another club was the same thing as 'protecting them', even if the aggressor was causing them issues as well.

"What sense does that make? Tsukune demanded. "If we're both being attacked then -"

"Then the weaklings should die off. If my own associates were defeated this roundly, then cooperating with your friends would only drag us down and make us more vulnerable. Therefore, we would require a form of compensation to make it worth our time."

He'd explained it so calmly and decisively that it seemed almost... inevitable.  Of course, there was another reason. It would formally put the newspaper club under their thumb. Which would mean they'd have to do anything they asked in order to save themselves. They would have to, for example, write whatever story they wanted, make them tea for lunch, or walk around as shirtless butlers...

<i>"Is the tea to your liking ma'am?"</i> shirtless Tsukune would ask, showing off his deceptively chiselled physique and - And...

Ohhhhh, she could do that, she could totally do that, absolutely do that! She grabbed his sleeve and gave him a creepy look. "You should take that offer, I think you'll find our rates are very.... Generous for what you get in return." That normally meant 'not getting the shit kicked out of you' but in this case, it meant something quite different. Far more fun!

...

Hold on, Keito shook her head. She was trying not to be horny. What was she doing?!

"Are you okay?" Tsukune asked, reaching out to her - only to be intercepted by Sato, who grabbed his wrist and tossed him away.

"I did say that if you wanted to cooperate, you should consider paying for our protection," Sato said. "Ah, I see the mongrel of the newspaper club has come along with proper medical assistance. You may leave now, our business is finished."

Tsukune seemed to take the hint from that. His presence here was neither wanted, nor required any longer. Keito watched him go, in particular centering her vision on his butt.

"Have no fear, Keito," Sato said. "I have the distinct feeling you will have the chance to sink your claws into him sooner than you expect."

Indeed, she agreed with that. The only question was, what exactly would she do when her claws were on him? Tie him up in her web, or perhaps...? A smile formed on her face. The smile of a predator that had found its next prey, but also didn't know what it would do when it caught it.

More like a dog chasing a car than a spider girl chasing a boy, right?