"It's time to wake up, little one."

Kurumu jerked up from the soft breath against her ear. A woman laughed pleasantly as Kurumu looked about sharply, her heart beating rapidly as she was tugged against a warm body by strong arms. Her right arm was trapped in a blanket while her other was pinned against her captive as the side of her face was pressed into the soft curvature of a bosom. A hand pressed firmly to the back of her head.

"My oh my. Calm. Calm."

Kurumu managed to free her arm, reaching over to grab the silky garment Ms. Juunan wore. She relaxed as she breathed in the sultry scent of the older succubus. She shifted her bared rump in the sheets, realizing her chemise must have hiked up in her sleep. Having returned to the Estate late last night, she had not bothered to change pajamas.

"It's almost seven. You'll never be a proper servant girl sleeping in."

Her scent was intoxicating. Kurumu groaned as the woman gently pushed fingers through her hair. It was a yellow blouse or dress with a dangerously low cut as half of Kurumu's cheek was pressed against soft, warm skin which was not bound by any bra.

"Such a good girl. Do you like to cuddle?"

Warning signs flared up in Kurumu's mind but she felt unable to move. This was comfortable and safe. She struggled to turn her face, glancing up. The woman had her silver hair braided into a tight tail which was slung over her left shoulder. Frosty blue eyes peered down at her.

"Such a docile kitten. I should let you dress."

The woman released her, allowing Kurumu to properly sit up. The succubus was kneeling on the floor next to the futon Kurumu had rolled out beside the couch. The yellow outfit was a skimpy blouse which hung over gray capris pants which lacked pockets. Ms. Juunan presented Kurumu her maid uniform.

Kurumu stifled a yawn before taking the garment. Moka had fallen asleep within an hour of their return. With no company to keep her awake, Kurumu had turned off her laptop a quarter after ten. Other than listening to her Utada CD again, the only other thing she could have done was sift through the nine boxes which were stacked around the butsudan. That was everything Ms. Ohno had emptied out of mommy's room, along with all the pictures. It was mostly clothes though two boxes were full of kitchen stuff.

Kurumu placed the maid uniform on top of her legs still covered by the thin black sheet. Reaching down her sides, she found the hem of the chemise and tugged it up over her head. She dropped it next to her, letting out a soft sigh.

"Is Kokoa home?"

"She is still with Mr. Nagi's family."

Kurumu nodded as she pulled the maid uniform closer, turning it about in her hands.

"I thought you wouldn't come back."

Ms. Juunan tilted her head with a sweet smile.

"Would you be lonely?"

That had not crossed her mind. Mrs. Shuzen had left with Ms. Juunan for Iromori late last night. Aware of how long it took to get to Iromori from here, it was surprising Ms. Juunan had returned.

"Did you sleep?"

"I had a two hour nap."

Kurumu smiled, pulling the black garment up over her head. After poking her head through the loose collar, she started to tug her arms down the long sleeves. She could tell her laundry had been done in her absence with how fresh and clean the fabric felt.

"Will I be following Ms. Tara about today?"

"That sly minx stayed at her home with Kokoa. She's so cruel to me."

Ms. Juunan smiled, touching Kurumu's shoulder as Kurumu buttoned up her stiff, white collar.

"Mr. Nagi says his wife has started on another uniform for you. Kokoa was quite confident about knowing your measurements."

Kurumu smirked with a slight shake of her head. She tugged and adjusted the fabric about her bosom.

"She would be. Have you seen the outfits she bought for me?"

Ms. Juunan smiled, scooting in closer to brush her fingers across Kurumu's bangs.

"Such a frustrating week. So little time with my Lady. And all the other kittens scamper off."

Kurumu smiled nervously. She pulled the sheet up into her lap, folding it.

"Are you picking up Kokoa's friends from the airport?"

Ms. Juunan shook her head as she continued to fuss with Kurumu's bangs.

"Mr. Nagi will stop by his home to take Kokoa with him to the airport. Their flight arrives a quarter after noon. I'm sure they will have lunch before coming back."

Kurumu nodded, setting the blanket aside.

"I guess that means you can get some rest."

Ms. Juunan smiled, scooting in closer so her thigh touched Kurumu's.

"I hope to get some."

Kurumu smiled nervously, gesturing at her open suitcase near the boxes.

"I need my panties."

"Lie down."

Kurumu shivered as those lovely blue eyes peered through her. She bit her lip as she scooted her butt forward and lowered back onto the futon. She absently brought her hands up to her bosom, closing one in a fist which she clasped with the other. She breathed softly.

"Ms. Juunan."

Ms. Juunan leaned in, pressing her bosom to Kurumu's side. She touched her lips gently to what little of Kurumu's throat was exposed.

"Why are you marked, little one?"

Kurumu shivered as a tongue tickled her jaw followed by soft kisses. Her heart rapidly pounded in her breast as she struggled against the suggestion.

"Let me go."

"But you're Kokoa's servant. Why are you marked by her sister?"

Kurumu swallowed as her mind tumbled over the situation. She felt a hand drift below the hem of her maid uniform. Fingers caressed her inner thigh, pushing gently.

"I thought Moka was drinking too much of Tsukune's blood. I offered mine."

"Such a sweet girl. No vampire could turn away offered blood."

Kurumu bit her lip, aware that Moka certainly had. Yukari had offered her blood at least once and so had Ginei. The push on her thigh was firmer as the woman's hand turned and slid down to guide her knee up. Kurumu made a soft sound as she complied with the suggestion.

"I should go help the kitchen."

"Hush now. Those lips should only open when the Master wants them to."

Kurumu shivered as the woman scooted down her torso. A hand slipped under her other thigh, pushing it up like the first. Hot breath brushed against Kurumu's precious place. Every part of her body was tense with anticipation, unable to move. Kurumu gasped when lips pressed against her inner thigh.

"You smell wonderful, little kitten. You must be part Undine. So juicy. I bet you taste amazing."

Kurumu sensed the aroma of her sex. She had not realized how strong it was until that tongue came closer. The woman would kiss her inner thigh, drawing closer to center before switching to the other leg. She whimpered and mewled, closing her eyes tightly.

A loud series of quick knocks sounded from the door. Ms. Juunan groaned into Kurumu's muff as the door was briskly opened. Heavy footsteps crossed the room as Ms. Juunan scooted back to lift up in a kneeling position between Kurumu's spread thighs. The woman had a healthy flush across her cheeks as Nagi arrived, standing with a smirk behind the couch.

"I see you are up to no good."

Kurumu rasped out her breaths as Ms. Juunan pouted up at Mr. Nagi.

"I was helping her dress."

"I asked you to fetch the girl. Not to molest her."

Ms. Juunan patted Kurumu's knee.

"You're cruel. This poor girl will be distressed all day now."

"Only because you tease excessively."

A sensual smile touched Ms. Juunan's lips.

"Would you like to watch me break her in?"

Nagi glanced her over. She could feel his smoldering desire to handle that matter himself. He snorted, shaking his head as he turned his attention back on Ms. Juunan.

"I don't have the time to watch your torture. Go to your room and rest up, you vile temptress."

Ms. Juunan sighed, turning a reluctant smile upon Kurumu.

"Sorry, little one. You'll have to wait for this prude to leave before I can give you a proper finish."

"Have you no sense of shame? Violating the poor girl in front of the ashes of her mother."

Ms. Juunan huffed, lifting up on her feet.

"Her mother knows my intentions were pure. I wanted to cheer the girl up."

"Unwanted sex does not cure sadness."

"Preposterous. There's no such thing as unwanted sex."

"It's not worth my breath to argue with you. Can you stand, Ms. Kurono?"

Kurumu finally felt the strength to close her knees. Blushing fiercely, she rolled over on her side and slowly picked herself off the floor with her back to them. Her body trembled with the desire to be sated while her mind burned with shame. She tugged the interior snug portion of the maid uniform down around her hips and rump. With that in place, the long pleated skirt fell comfortably down to her ankles.

"Come with me. If you keep yourself occupied with Mrs. Chinoashi, this vixen will leave you be."

Ms. Juunan pouted as they walked around her, intent on the door.

"Her boyfriend should thank me."

"Don't say anything stupid."

Nagi pulled open the door, gesturing for Kurumu to head out first.

"As if a young man would protest the thought of me handling his woman."

Nagi snorted, shaking his head as he closed the door and followed Kurumu into the hall.

"That woman is insatiable. I can't take my eyes off her."

Kurumu smiled sheepishly as they quickly made their way over to the spiral staircase.

"Thank you for saving me."

"Think nothing of it. Interrupting Ms. Juunan's carnal pursuits seems to be part of my job description."

Kurumu shivered as she walked down the steps, aware that his hunger for her had not diminished. Her inner thighs felt sticky from kisses and her own anticipation. She swallowed down her unease, hoping he would not recognize her discomfort. In her heightened state of arousal, she could only resist with words.

"By any chance did you speak with Ms. Kiyoshi?"

Nagi shook his head as they reached the ground level.

"I don't speak with Lady Gyokuro's agents. But I understand from Ms. Juunan that this Ms. Kiyoshi was complaining about having to buy two extra tickets on short notice."

Kurumu frowned as they approached the double door which opened directly into the kitchen.

"Two tickets? Whom for?"

"No idea. I only know it was two extra girls."

Kurumu wondered whom the other guests could be. She immediately suspected Mizore had convinced Tsukune to bring her along. That seemed reasonable since Tsukune would be reluctant to leave Mizore in the care of his parents.

The other girl was a complete guess. As far as she knew, nobody else from the newspaper club had any plans to visit Tsukune. She could not fathom a scenario for Satsuki or Nerume to drop in on Tsukune without the other, so that ruled both of them out. Whom else could it be?

"While I don't mind having more young ladies in the Estate, I am worried over our lack of space. One of those poor girls might be forced to spend the night with that horny devil."

Kurumu managed a smile as Nagi opened the door for her. She nodded at him, feeling his smoldering desire wash over her before it promptly turned aside.

"I'm leaving Ms. Kurono in your care. Do keep her out of trouble."

Mrs. Chinoashi hurried over to the door, laughing warmly.

"No worries, Mr. Nagi. We shall keep her busy. Have a safe trip."

Nagi nodded at Mrs. Chinoashi as the woman grabbed Kurumu by the shoulders and steered her into the kitchen. The two chefs were already working the grill paying no mind to her presence. Kurumu glanced over her shoulder as the door closed.

"Poor thing. I can smell that woman got to you. You reek of sex."

Kurumu blushed, surprised anyone could smell her over the mix of aromas in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry I overslept."

"Don't worry over that. Now report to Mr. Kondo. He'll have you make your own breakfast."

Kurumu squeaked when Mrs. Chinoashi slapped her in the rump. The swat had been such a shock that she had nearly peed herself.

"I think I need the restroom first."

Kurumu sighed heavily as she pushed the worksheet across the low table away from her. She was more than halfway done with her history assignment with no interest in completing it today. She had already copied her work from last night for the Japanese course, knocking out one of her five subjects.

She glanced at her watch secured about her wrist to confirm it was a quarter to five. None of the suites had clocks and this garment lacked any pockets to carry her phone. They probably had less than an hour before the other guests arrived, Kokoa's group being long overdue.

"We should be doing something else."

Moka looked up from her homework. The vampire had slipped into the pink sundress she had worn on their Kofu trip. Moka had spent the last four hours doing all of her Japanese summer homework from Mr. Hirojima's class. As they did not share the same Japanese teacher, their assignment packets were not identical which had surprised Kurumu. She wondered if they had taken the same term exam.

"I guess. It's not like we're supposed to do this all in one sitting."

Kurumu groaned, getting up and stretching her arms overhead. Her foot touched her schoolbag on the floor beside her laptop. Her phone and CD player rested atop her schoolbag. She had reluctantly listened to her Utada CD one more time when she had started her history assignment. She liked the CD and could now sing along to half of them, but wished she had a bigger selection.

"Have you used your laptop yet?"

Moka set aside her mechanical pencil, shaking her head with a smile.

"I haven't even turned it on."

"You should do that today. I turned mine on for the first time last night and it took like an hour for it to do all this setup stuff. I ended up not doing anything on it before going to bed."

"I could do that now."

"That's no fun. We should think of something else."

"Maybe we could do something on your laptop?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Maybe you could write your articles."

Kurumu grimaced. She had brought her notes for her Judo and Tennis articles under the premise that she could work on them over the summer on Yukari's laptop.

"I was looking for fun ideas, Moka."

Moka smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry."

"We don't have that program we use for our layouts. All I could do is copy my notes into a text file. We also need those USB thingies to move our files around."

"We might have time to buy those when we go to Iromori."

"I doubt your mother wants us to go shopping on the day of your sister's wedding."

Moka glanced aside with a wistful smile.

"I meant after. There is the memorial on Sunday."

Kurumu glanced over the couch at the butsudan. They had opened up the doors and placed a picture of mommy inside for now. She needed to find a small frame for it.

"We should ask if we can go to the city for a day trip. I'm still baffled that you've never considered buying yourself a CD player or any music. A quarter million yen every birthday and you blow it on clothes and food every year."

Moka laughed with a blush, rubbing the back of her head.

"Not really. I didn't receive birthday money before junior high."

Kurumu paused to consider this as she crossed her arms below her bosom.

"That's still three birthdays. I've been in your closet. How expensive was that stuff?"

"That's only things I bought last year. Two summers ago I hit a late growth spurt, shooting up almost ten centimeters in eight months."

Moka paused, blushing darker.

"I… also went up two cup sizes. Nothing I bought my first two years fit so I had to donate it all. I was so frustrated. I had a lot of cute clothes."

Kurumu sighed, thinking that would suck. She wandered over to the couch, impulsively rolling over the back onto the cushions. She sighed again, bringing her forearm up to rest across her brow.

"Is the picture I picked out good enough?"

There was a long silence as Moka moved around the couch on her hands and knees. Stopping in front of the butsudan, Moka picked up the photograph as she rested back on her haunches.

"I think this is in better condition than most of the others."

Kurumu rolled off the couch, crawling over to Moka's side. She drew up on her knees, pressing her cheek against Moka's shoulder as she slipped an arm around Moka's back. She peered at the portrait Moka held, supposing it was the best of the few options they had. Needing a break from homework, Kurumu had spent a half hour rummaging through the pictures. There were none of mommy by herself so she had tried to find one that focused more on mommy than her.

In this lovely picture, mommy was wearing a watermelon sarong and pink bikini top. The pink sarong had a green hem about the waist and black, almond shaped dots to mimic seeds. She had a bright smile and an arm draped around Kurumu's back, pulling her in by her shoulder. A long expanse of water stretched out behind them with only a hint of the sandy beach they stood upon.

This picture had been taken by a young, mesmerized man during their second trip to the Tottori Sand Dunes during the summer of 98 a week after Kurumu had turned nine. Her hair was almost shoulder length in this shot, still recovering from the gum altercation in second grade. She was wearing a white one piece with a pink frilly skirt stitched about the waist to hang over her thin legs. That swimsuit had been her gift that year, since she had never owned a pretty one before.

"We need to take more pictures."

"I don't own a camera."

"You have a phone."

Moka laughed sheepishly as she set the picture back inside the butsudan next to mommy's urn.

"Sorry. I forgot phones can do that."

"I wonder how we get pictures off our phone."

"Tsukune might know that."

Kurumu sighed, relaxing against Moka.

"I wish I had more pictures of mommy."

"I wish I had any pictures of mine."

Kurumu rubbed Moka's shoulder, aware of all Moka had lost when her home had been destroyed.

"You should take lots of pictures of Kahlua tomorrow. You have no idea when you'll see her again."

"I wonder how many pictures our phones can take."

Kurumu had some understanding that pictures took up space and her phone only had so much of that. They had not bothered buying the external memory cards to expand their available space like Kokoa had wanted. Ms. Fukuda had reassured them that the internal memory was fine for now.

"Kokoa is taking her time getting back to the Estate."

Moka smiled, reaching over to brush Kurumu's bangs.

"Yea. I wonder what she's doing."

"I'm starting to think Ms. Juunan will get here first."

Moka nodded, reaching down to Kurumu's collar. She scooted closer to Kurumu, reaching over with her other hand and started unfastening the buttons.

"You should change. I don't think you should be wearing this for Tsukune."

Kurumu smirked, letting Moka loosen up the stiff collar.

"I'm not wearing it for Tsukune. I know the moment Kokoa gets here, she's going to want me to play the part of a perfect servant."

Moka finished with the last button, parting the fabric to bare more of Kurumu's neck and collar. The vampire smiled, glancing up into her eyes.

"Probably. I miss school."

"Fuck school. I miss our friends."

"That's what I meant. Everyone was so nice to me at Yokai."

"Ignoring the handful that tried to kidnap, rape and murder you."

Moka pouted.

"Even so, I'd rather go back to school. I'm happy you insisted Mother let me return."

"She hasn't agreed to it yet. All we know for certain is that she won't send you to China with Akua."

Moka was starting to give Kurumu this sweet, sugary sensation. The vampire gingerly touched the stiff collar, wanting to draw it open more though it was already at its limit. Moka fondly looked her over.

"Yea. Do you think she'll send us back to school early?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"After the memorial, there isn't much else we do as a family. With her work, we might only see her the next weekend. It's not like she needs Kokoa or me to sit around the Estate doing nothing."

Kurumu smirked.

"I think Kokoa might protest the thought of me getting out of my proper servant training. So far I've only had one full day and I don't think we can count today."

"You're probably right. Still… I hope she sends us back a week early."

Kurumu nodded. She would be happy if Mrs. Shuzen allowed Moka to go back sealed. Mulling over that as Moka timidly touched her skin below her throat, Kurumu's attention settled on the open butsudan.

"What should I do with all this stuff?"

"I don't know. I guess you could leave it here if you don't want it at school."

"Yea. But I have to take the butsudan and mommy's ashes. Do you think that's safe?"

"Safe?"

"Yea. It's fragile."

Moka smiled, drawing two fingers gently about Kurumu's neck.

"You moved her fine in Ms. Fukuda's car."

Kurumu reached up to capture Moka's hand. Moka had drawn closer with a hungry look in her eyes.

"You're being amorous."

Moka parted her lips. The tip of her tongue glided across a long fang.

"You smell delicious. Did you play with yourself today?"

Kurumu blushed at the raspy inquiry.

"No. Though Ms. Juunan tried to molest me."

"She should stay away from what is mine."

The firmness of that declaration startled Kurumu. She could not think up a response as Moka leaned her head in to press her cheek against the swell of Kurumu's bosom.

"I'm scared, Kurumu. I don't know how much time I have."

Letting go of Moka's hand, Kurumu brushed her fingers though Moka's pink tresses.

"Would you be happier if we called you Hatsukoi?"

Moka tensed up against her.

"No."

"Are you sure? I don't think the other Moka would be upset with that."

"That would confuse everyone."

"I think of the two of you as different Mokas anyways."

"Is it wrong for us to have the same name?"

Kurumu sighed as she resumed brushing Moka's hair with her fingers.

"Not really. But it's wrong that they made you change your name."

Moka relaxed, nuzzling her face against Kurumu's bosom.

"I don't know if it was my name. It was this thought in my head which mother associated with me."

"Moka. Do you think you have a soul?"

"Yes."

Kurumu smiled at the quickness of that reply.

"Do you have any memories before Moka was sealed?"

"I think so."

"Like what?"

"Hard to explain. I think I can show them. Can you see them?"

Kurumu smiled softly, aware she was not meant to reply.

"I don't think they're her memories. It's different from the dreams she shows me. Her memories have feelings. Sensations. Like I've lived them. These… these are more like dreams. Made up vision. Dialogue without sound. It's like experiencing the world without a body."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"If I'm a spell… why is anything like this? Shouldn't it be like Akua said? It either works or it doesn't. Like turning on a light with a switch."

Kurumu mulled that over a moment.

"Well… light bulbs flicker."

"Only when they're about to die. A fresh bulb works right away. These blurry dreams are from the start."

Moka laughed suddenly.

"I doubt its file corruption. You believe I'm a soul too."

Moka sighed, pulling up from Kurumu's grasp. She let go of Kurumu, fixing her hair.

"Now she's fussing over this dream in which a voice taught me how to read and speak. She says it's like I'm being programmed, but I don't think it works that way."

Kurumu smiled, placing a hand on Moka's shoulder.

"I think we should call you Hatsukoi if that is the name you were given. Whatever you are."

Moka laughed softly. She then pouted at Kurumu.

"She has a bunch of nasty names she thinks are more fitting for me."

"What? Why?"

"She's upset about me not giving her that name or any of these thoughts to her before. I tried to explain that I didn't see a point giving them to her because I was supposed to be Moka."

"Tell Moka she should grow up since she's spent years not telling you squat about Akasha or Akua."

Moka had a distant, amused look in her eyes, enjoying her internal dialogue with her counterpart.

"That made her angry."

Kurumu smirked, wondering if Hatsukoi was a suitable name. It described a crush.

"If not Hatsukoi, what about Hatsu?"

"What about it?"

"As your name. I think Hatsu is pretty."

Moka laughed, glancing down.

"She agrees that it is better than Hatsukoi."

"Would Hatsue feel better? More girly."

Kurumu hesitated.

"You're meant to be a girl, right?"

"I hope so. It would be humiliating to be a boy with a name like Hatsukoi."

"Yea. You're right."

Moka reached up to caress Kurumu's check. Her eyes met Kurumu's for a long moment before her gaze shifted lower. That sugary sensation of longing had returned.

"I want your blood."

Kurumu laughed softly, pulling away.

"I thought I evaded that."

Moka followed her retreat, grabbing Kurumu by the shoulders. Sighing, Kurumu awkwardly lowered to the floor onto her back as Moka pressed against her. She smiled up at the vampire while she adjusted her legs comfortably.

"Whatever happened to drinking Tsukune's blood?"

"You kept fussing when I did that."

"That wasn't permission to use me instead."

Moka tapped Kurumu's nose.

"I recall that being your initial offer."

Kurumu glanced aside, fully aware that was true. At that time she had been under the impression that vampires had to drink blood. There was so much literature out there which supported that belief. Of course that was all human literature.

"When was the last time you drank his blood?"

Moka sighed, lowering her chin upon the small bit of skin exposed by the parting of Kurumu's collar.

"Two months ago. The Monday before his birthday."

"That was a long time ago."

"I wanted to after his birthday. He smelled so delicious on the trip. But I never had a chance to be alone with him and she was worried about his blood making her weak. Then his blood started to turn against him so it wasn't safe. I can't take blood from him now without risking the ghoul coming out again."

Kurumu gently caressed Moka's sides as the vampire peered up at her. She felt guilty about not thinking about that possibility.

"You can drink my blood. But don't make a mess of me."

Moka smiled, scooting up on her. The vampire darted her head in, pressing gentle kisses upon Kurumu's neck. She gasped, closing her eyes as Moka's breath tickled her skin. Kurumu squirmed as the kisses continued. She mewled, grabbing Moka tighter.

Kurumu tensed up when fangs sank into the side of her throat. She immediately realized this was not the sort of nip that would make her wet herself. It hurt but she could not move away. All she could do was hold tight as Moka siphoned her life away. Her heart beat madly as she struggled with her breathing. When Moka finally lifted her head, Kurumu felt thoroughly exhausted and drained. She whimpered, pouting at the vampire when their eyes met.

"Meanie. That hurt."

Moka gave her a brief kiss on the cheek. Lifting up slightly, the vampire smiled at her.

"I thought you didn't want to wet yourself."

Kurumu bit her lip as she strongly contemplated kissing Moka.

"Can we kiss?"

Moka blushed, lowering her head. She breathed hotly against Kurumu's ear.

"Maybe."

Kurumu turned her head and looked into Moka's eyes filled with hesitance and longing. Closing her eyes, Kurumu pressed her lips against Moka's. The vampire made a slight sound but moved her head slightly to improve the kiss. Kurumu let her left hand drift up to the back of Moka's head.

Her head was swimming as she parted her lips and felt for Moka's tongue. Moka made another sound, yielding to the intrusion. This was the sort of kiss Kurumu desired. With hopeful thoughts that one day she could share this wonderful experience with Tsukune, she wondered if Moka harbored similar fantasies. She broke the kiss off with a gasp.

Her heart fluttered as she caught her breath while caressing the back of Moka's head. She remembered what Ms. Juunan had done to her this morning, blushing at the thought of doing such a thing to Moka. Feeling far too embarrassed to make any such moves, she caught up Moka in another long kiss.

This was perhaps the third or fourth time Kurumu had found herself in this situation. Time came to a crawl as they poured all their feelings into passionate kissing. Eventually they stopped to catch their breath. Kurumu could feel the rapid beat of Moka's heart against her.

"Why do we do this?"

"I love you."

Kurumu rasped out a laugh as she grabbed a fistful of Moka's sundress.

"Ever want to do more?"

"No."

Kurumu pouted at the quickness of that reply.

"Why not?"

Moka lifted her head up to gaze into Kurumu's eyes. She smiled warmly before placing a quick kiss on Kurumu's lips. Kurumu parted hers to make it into something more lasting, which Moka yielded to. As Kurumu moved her tongue against Moka's she tugged the sundress up till she could feel the hem in her hand at Moka's waist. Releasing the fabric, Kurumu let her fingers slip down the curve of Moka's rump, feeling only the warmth of skin. Moka quickly pulled her head back with a gasp, seizing Kurumu's hand.

"No."

"Are you not wearing panties?"

"Thongs."

Kurumu sighed, relaxing upon the floor beneath Moka's warmth.

"I want more."

"Tsukune will be here soon."

Kurumu pouted.

"You better not protest if I jump him when he shows up. Between you and Ms. Juunan, my poor body can't take any more teasing."

Moka tugged Kurumu's hand up to place a kiss on the back of her hand.

"I won't. You taste even better after having sex."

Kurumu smirked.

"Then you should have waited."

Moka nuzzled her cheek against Kurumu's hand.

"Your scent was delicious. Still sweet, but richer."

"Do you like kissing me?"

Moka smiled, sitting up on Kurumu's belly with a knee on either side. The vampire captured Kurumu's other hand, awkwardly trying to intermingle their fingers. One of the dress straps hung off her shoulder, the fabric relying on the swell of her unrestrained bosom to hold it up.

"Moka grew up like this. She hates Ms. Juunan for complicating her family. For molesting Momma."

Kurumu bit her lip as she allowed Moka to succeed with her fingers.

"Does she hate me?"

"No. She's upset at herself. Moka never wanted to behave like Ms. Juunan."

"And how do you feel about this?"

"I'm trying not to get carried away."

Kurumu glanced down at Moka whom was straddled over her.

"Do you want to do more?"

"No. You should be more faithful to Tsukune."

Kurumu peered up into Moka's turquoise eyes.

"I love you. Hatsue."

The vampire smiled softly.

"You have to be considerate of Moka. She feels your kisses and touch as much as I do. It's not nice to say you love me if you don't love her."

Kurumu felt guilty since she could not claim to have the same kind of affection for the colder Moka.

"Well… is it Hatsue or Moka drinking my blood?"

The girl atop her grinned, squeezing her hands.

"I'm not the vampire, Kurumu."

"That's dodging the question."

"It's hard for me to purposely do anything she hates. My whole body resists the notion of reciprocating Yukari's advances, despite the thought having crossed my mind. Moka wishes I would put up more of a fight but she enjoys being touched and we both trust Yukari won't take things too far."

Kurumu wished Moka would release her hands. She wanted to touch Moka and see her response.

"Would you resist my touch?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Can I have my hands back?"

"If I let your hands go, you'll do naughty things that Yukari would never dare do."

Kurumu blushed, glancing aside.

"Maybe. But I'm not about to kiss you anywhere beneath that dress."

"That's disappointing."

Kurumu frowned at the unexpected response.

"Are you aroused?"

Moka smirked with flush cheeks, squeezing Kurumu's hands. She wiggled her rump, pressing down.

"I'll tell you a secret. Drinking blood makes me so wet."

A firm, polite knock sounded upon the door. Kurumu pouted as Moka lifted up off her belly, straightening out her sundress before stepping aside.

"Who is it?"

"Mrs. Chinoashi, Lady Moka. Ms. Juunan has returned and your guests are waiting for you in the foyer."

"Thank you. We'll be right down."

Kurumu sighed as she turned over to pick herself up off of the floor.

"I guess I should be thankful she didn't walk in on us."

Moka smiled softly. She stepped over to button up Kurumu's collar.

"You look flush."

"You do too."

Moka meekly glanced up at her.

"Do I smell like sex?"

Kurumu took in a deep breath as she smoothed out the fabric of her uniform. There was definitely a sexy aroma in the air though she suspected that was her fault. She wondered if wearing panties would have helped curb the eagerness of her body to respond to any sexual advance.

"Unless you've soaked your panties, I'm guessing it's me."

Moka blushed, glancing down and pulling her fabric away from her navel.

"I might have."

Kurumu giggled, aware that feeling wet did not mean she was dripping. Shaking her head, she stepped away from Moka and regarded the butsudan. Clapping her hands together, she bowed her head.

"I'm sorry, Mommy. I should behave better in your presence."

Moka made a slight whimper and promptly mimicked Kurumu's gesture.

"I'm so sorry."

"We promise to keep it in the bedroom next time."

Kurumu clapped her hands again, glancing up and smirking at Moka's pout. Grabbing Moka by the arm, she tugged the vampire towards the door.

"I'm curious whom our fourth guest is."

"Yea… I hope you're wrong about Mizore."

"Why?"

"She doesn't like me."

There was no point to protest that as Moka opened the door. While Mizore was blatantly indifferent about most of their classmates, the snow girl had been quite vocal with her opinion of Moka. It might even be accurate to say Moka was the only person in school Mizore hated. Kurumu waited for Moka to close the door behind them before heading out into the open balcony which crossed the main room.

Kurumu had not managed more than three steps before she shivered in delight. She dared not look for the source of this delectable desire, certain that she would charm her beloved. Quickly linking arms with Moka, Kurumu grabbed Moka with her free left hand, leaning close to the vampire.

"Kurumu?"

Kurumu swallowed down the panic in her heart. He was watching her intently with hungry thoughts, though she could tell he had a better view of Moka. She slowed her steps as she struggled indecisively.

"Maybe I should wait in the room."

"Why?"

As they reached the top of the stairs, Kurumu tugged Moka's arm down to hiss in her ear.

"I'm all hot and bothered and Tsukune's thoughts about me aren't making this any easier."

Moka hesitated a moment. Decisively she took the first step down, pulling Kurumu with her.

"You'll be fine. Stick close to me."

Kurumu wondered if that was part of the problem. She would be lying to herself to claim that Tsukune had no desire for Moka. While he might turn down a threesome on the basis of it being improper, it was no different than his early protests of having sex with her before meeting his parents. If she ever got Moka to push for it, she knew Tsukune would succumb to temptation.

With the twist of this spiral staircase, she came into Tsukune's clear line of sight twice. The second time she mewled with pleasure. Her precious place was salivating in anticipation. Her body had not felt this hungry since the Kofu trip. When he had finally confessed his love for her, she had cast aside all notions of holding back, letting her lust run wild. At the time they had written off her behavior as being in an elevated state of arousal with the urge to pass his seed to another woman. That was partially true but there had also been an insatiable hunger to be sated by her mate.

She shivered as they finally reached the last step. The memory of him emptying inside left her softly panting with desire. Her nipples had pushed out as fat bumps in the black fabric, aching to be touched. Her knees felt weak as they slowly approached their guests.

"This is embarrassing, Kurumu."

Kurumu whimpered, unable to help it. Her grip on Moka's arm was her only purchase on sanity. She felt the only safe places she could look was the floor and Moka. She had yet to confirm if anyone other than Tsukune was in the room. She had no clue what he was wearing.

"Moka!"

A tiny, lithe body crashed into Moka's torso, threatening Kurumu's hold. Moka grunted unable to prevent the witch from burying her face in her bosom. The girl made happy sounds as she rubbed her face about, almost knocking off the black, velvet beret resting atop her dark locks.

"Yukari, please!"

Yukari's bared shoulders relaxed and she leaned back in her grip about Moka's waist. The witch was wearing a simple dress which matched the beret in the sense that it was black with white hem. Two black straps graced her creamy shoulders and were stitched to the white hem that ringed the top of the dress. It was loose enough to betray a black strapless bra wrapped about the girl's tiny torso.

"Someone smells erotic. You better not have been molesting my Moka."

Kurumu managed a whimper as Yukari's attention turned upon her. She squirmed, pressing her knees together as she wiggled her hips. Unable to think of anything sensible, she whimpered again, pressing the side of her head to Moka's shoulder.

"What's wrong with her?"

"She was fine a few minutes ago."

"The two of you seem suspiciously flush. What were you doing?"

"Uh… exercising."

Yukari snickered, letting go of Moka to back up a step. The dress had a white stitch about the waist where it transitioned to a pleated skirt which fell halfway down her thighs. She had purple stockings pulled up to her knees with her feet tucked in velvety black flats.

"I think Kurumu didn't finish her exercises. Or she urgently has to urinate."

Kurumu whined with a pout. She closed her eyes, shivering as she felt him step closer.

"You look good, Moka."

"Thanks. You look good too, Tsukune. I'm glad that you and Yukari could come."

"I was worried about not seeing either of you for the rest of the summer. Are you feeling okay, Kurumu?"

She managed a sound, trembling as she gave Moka's arm a squeeze.

"She's fidgeting much more than I've ever seen her behave."

"It turns out the reason why we came to get her early was because she was getting an operation. My Mother arranged for her to have her baby organ replaced."

"I guess that's good news but I don't know why they rushed to replace the reproductive organ of an underage girl."

"It's a time sensitive thing, Yukari. The donor passed away."

Kurumu shivered as a small hand touched her arm. She managed a smile for Yukari.

"I would hug you but it looks like you're about to burst."

Kurumu loosened the grip of her left hand, reaching over for Yukari. The witch stepped in to press her cheek against Kurumu's bosom, slipping an arm around Kurumu's back. Yukari breathed in deeply.

"Your heart is beating like crazy."

"I'm scared to look up."

"You're being stupid. He hasn't rushed over to grab you so you must still be working with that built in eye contact limitation you imposed on yourself. Avoid his eyes like you always do."

Kurumu felt a tingle run up her spine from the thought of being able to control him without her sight. She reluctantly freed her arm from Moka's side, gingerly placing her hand on Yukari's shoulder. She mustered the courage to glance up.

Tsukune had on a short sleeved black dress shirt which was tucked in a pair of slim khakis. His schoolbag was slung over one shoulder while the strap of a bulky, black suitcase dangled from the other. A pair of tan dress shoes graced his feet swathed in black socks.

Standing in his shadow was Mizore. The snow girl was dressed in the same style of outfit as always with her schoolbag hanging against her hip. She had a black knapsack on her back which Kurumu had seen in the guest room of Tsukune's home.

"I see you brought Mizore."

Tsukune laughed sheepishly, turning slightly.

"It would have been awkward to leave her with my parents. That woman whom picked us up from my house called someone and confirmed it would be fine to bring her."

"Ms. Kiyoshi. She's a succubus."

"Yea. She told me that directly, warning me not to fantasize about her since she cared for you."

Kurumu whimpered when Yukari pulled away from her to hug Moka again. Trembling with desire, Kurumu hugged herself as she let her eyes sweep over to the final member of the group.

"Why's Rubi here?"

Rubi frowned inquisitively. The witch was wearing new attire which included a black leather choker with silver studs. A black tube top bared her midriff while a long sleeved, black lace jacket hung from her bare shoulders and down her back, fluttering in different segments which gathered about her calves. Slender black slacks hugged her hips while a black leather belt with a silver buckle encircled her waist. The slacks were tucked in glossy black, platform boots. Next to Rubi was the large black suitcase she had carried for Yukari to the bus stop along with the black bag Yukari had brought to the cabin. Yukari's schoolbag, laptop satchel and a gray suitcase Kurumu had not seen before was also resting near Rubi.

"My mother didn't feel comfortable letting me go alone with Ms. Kiyoshi."

"Where's the woman whom drove you here?"

"She walked by with a maid and some guy. They went upstairs but only the maid came back down."

"I wonder what she's planning."

"Something about sleeping arrangements."

"Kurumu wants you to stay with us."

"That woman mentioned that. She was more concerned about where they would put Tsukune."

"I said I would sleep with him."

Kurumu turned a pout on Mizore.

"You don't need to do that. I'm sure they will put him in a room by himself."

"That's what I love about big, strong men. You know how to handle things roughly."

"Don't be flirting with me. Last thing I need is my wife getting angry."

Ms. Juunan giggled as she walked across the balcony ahead of Mr. Chinoashi. The man had his hands full with a futon, pillows and blankets which they must have fetched from Mrs. Shuzen's suite. The succubus started down the spiral staircase, waving at them.

"Mr. Aono. You'll be staying in the studio. Second door on this side."

"What about the other girls? We were only planning to keep Yukari."

"They will be with me in the guest suite."

Rubi pouted as Yukari resumed snuggling against Moka's bosom.

"I'm only here for Yukari. It goes against my duty to be put in another room."

"My oh my. I love a dutiful girl. I shall enjoy keeping you in my quarters tonight."

Kurumu shivered at the thought. She shuddered again as Tsukune had a similar thought about her.

"And where do you plan to house Ms. Shirayuki? Do you have a stable?"

"That's not nice, Yukari."

"It wasn't meant to be."

Ms. Juunan giggled as she walked over to Moka's side.

"I've always been curious what a snow girl tastes like."

"Maybe it would be better if these two stayed in the car."

"Now who's being mean?"

"I was thinking it would be safer for them."

Ms. Juunan clucked her tongue at Moka. Shaking her head, she stalked off towards Mr. Chinoashi whom was halfway to the studio door.

"I'm sure Ms. Kurono has noticed by now that she's still compatible with her boyfriend. I suggest you come with me, Mr. Aono. We'll need a mop for the floor if you keep standing near her like that. I will show you how to lock your door, unless you prefer spending all your nights copulating."

Kurumu gasped when Tsukune placed a hand on her shoulder.

"She's also a succubus, right?"

Kurumu turned sharply and grabbed him. She whimpered, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder while rubbing her tits against his chest. If the skirt of this maid uniform was shorter, she would have hooked a leg over his hip and grinded on him. She wanted him so badly.

"No, no, no. Best grab the girl before she charms him into public sex."

An icy hand touched her shoulder. In her passionate haze, Kurumu glanced at Mizore before reaching out to touch her cheek. Sapphire eyes widened in alarm before dulling under Kurumu's charm.

"My oh my. She is a quick learner."

Kurumu pouted as she was tugged off Tsukune and pulled back into Ms. Juunan's bosom. She flailed a moment before she felt something redirecting her passion. She squashed the suggestion to turn these feelings on her captive, pushing the older succubus back.

"Oh? I'm not letting you get away that easy."

Other hands grabbed her which she instantly knew was Moka. She seized Moka's dress, tugging herself forward out of Ms. Juunan's grasp. Arms folded protectively about her shoulders as her body shivered with aching desire.

"I have her, Ms. Juunan. You can take Tsukune to his room."

Kurumu nuzzled against Moka as Ms. Juunan sighed dramatically.

"Very well. Come along, young man. I doubt Mr. Chinoashi wants to wait all day for us."

Kurumu trembled in Moka's embrace, barely able to hear the retreat of the others over the loud beating of her heart. She rubbed her cheek against Moka's shoulder as some of the tension in her body passed.

"What happened there?"

Kurumu whimpered, snuggling against Moka.

"He touched me."

"How will she manage a relationship with him if she does stuff like that with minimal provocation?"

"Give it time, Yukari. Maybe the new organ she was given is more drawn to him."

"What did she do to Ms. Shirayuki?"

"Charmed her into leaving her be. She was doing this the day she tried… well… she's done it before."

"It looked like she charmed them both by touch. She wasn't doing anything like that last week."

Moka laughed softly while stroking Kurumu's hair.

"We haven't had any situations where she would."

Yukari sighed, regarding the studio door.

"I see no reason for us to stand around down here. Rubi. Carry our stuff upstairs."

Rubi pouted, glancing at the suitcases.

"I can only carry so much."

"There's nothing inside the black one. You can come back down for your stuff later."

As Rubi continued to pout, Yukari huffed and stalked over to the pile of bags. She picked up her laptop satchel, absently slinging it over her head before grabbing her schoolbag. The witch pranced back over to them, opening up her schoolbag. She tugged a glass out, presenting it to Kurumu.

"That woman said you wanted this. It's the same kind of glass you picked up at the Yamagata station."

Kurumu smiled, detaching from Moka to take the decorative glass from Yukari. She turned it over in her hands, confirming it was for the Miyagi prefecture as Ms. Kiyoshi had promised. It was exactly the same type and style of glass she had for the first two prefectures.

"Thank you."

"There's something Kurumu wanted you to help out with in our room."

"Sure. Let's go then."

Kurumu nodded, clutching the glass to her bosom as they walked towards the stairs. Rubi had slung the bag by its strap over her shoulder and was struggling with both suitcases while Mizore stood in a daze.

"Yukari. Do you know anything about tsukumogami?"

"Tsukumogami are artifact spirits. The idea is that an object after ninety nine to a hundred years of use would gain a soul. Depending on how well treated this item was, the spirit could either be beneficial or detrimental to the current owner of the artifact."

Moka smiled, patting Yukari's beret as they started up the stairs.

"This rosary was created a long time ago. It was hundreds of years old before they cast the sealing spells on it to suppress Shinso blood."

"The other Moka mentioned this before. Are you proposing that you are a tsukumogami?"

"We think it's possible."

"Interesting. I've never associated tsukumogami as spirits which could possess a living body."

"What would you expect a tsukumogami to be like?"

"The tsukumogami is a myth as far as I know."

"So was Alucard and the Dark Lords but we know that is true."

"Yes, but there isn't much to discuss about tsukumogami. Most of the time they are angry spirits from mistreated objects which seek revenge on their current master. Supposedly humans would throw out or dispose of artifacts before they got too old to avoid a soul from forming. My father said it was some nonsense the humans made up to make people buy new stuff all the time."

Kurumu sighed as they reached the top of the stairs.

"I suppose this means you wouldn't know how to move a tsukumogami from the rosary."

Yukari shrugged as she followed after Moka towards the door to the suite.

"If she can possess a living body, I imagine she could take over any person whom holds her rosary."

"She's never taken over Tsukune in all the times he's removed her."

"That could be self-imposed limitations, like your charm. There's not much about tsukumogami for me to formulate an opinion on. It would be easier if she was a spell. I could simply copy her."

Moka laughed softly with a slight shake of her head. She opened the door to her suite.

"My eldest sister is already running with that theory. I'd rather not believe I'm some sort of spell."

Yukari hesitated in the doorway.

"I guess it would be nice if you were a tsukumogami. We wouldn't have to worry about Tsukune breaking you with his ability."

Kurumu glanced over her shoulder. Rubi was panting as she struggled up the stairs with the suitcases.

"Should we wait for Rubi?"

Moka shook her head and gestured at the door across the hall.

"The guest room is this one, Rubi."

Rubi groaned an acknowledgment which made Kurumu chuckle. She followed Yukari into the room.

"Yukari. Would it bother you if I had a different name?"

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Moka smiled, shutting the door.

"When I first woke up in the orphanage, I said my name was Hatsukoi."

"Puppy love?"

"Yea… Kurumu suggested using Hatsue instead."

"Odd. I wouldn't expect a spell to think its name is something strange like Hatsukoi."

"Do you like Hatsue?"

Yukari shrugged at Kurumu.

"It's nice, but I'm still going to call her Moka."

"But she's not Moka."

"The only difference between these two is their personalities. And a personality is not a fixed trait. People grow and change. It would be safer to treat them as one individual than separate entities."

"I thought you were thinking of a way to split the two up."

"I spent a lot of time studying her rosary during exam week. The design of the spell is quite complex and I don't understand half of it, but I think I could copy it. The main issue is where do I copy it to?"

"Why does it have to be a copy? Can't you move the original instead?"

"I can't pinpoint where she is in that spell, assuming she is part of the spell. Maybe if I copied the whole thing first, I could try hacking it apart to figure out what does what, but it's way too risky to chop up the original spell."

"Don't give up on this, Yukari. We have to save her."

Yukari smiled softly.

"So what was it you needed my help with?"

"It's over here."

Kurumu's heart fluttered with concern as Moka directed Yukari across the room. The witch paused at the low table behind the couch, dumping her schoolbag next to Moka's things.

"I see you two have started your homework. Did Moka get a laptop?"

As Yukari pulled the strap of her laptop satchel over her head, Kurumu laughed nervously. Clutching the yunomi to her breast, Kurumu wandered over to the table.

"Actually we both did. Moka left hers in her room."

"You have a room in your room?"

Moka laughed as Yukari placed her satchel on the table. The vampire retreated over to the boxes stacked about the butsudan and waved for Yukari.

"Kurumu wanted an illusion for this."

Yukari walked around the edge of the couch and frowned. Kurumu slowly approached the back of the couch as the witch wandered over to the shrine. Yukari said nothing as she knelt down in front of the butsudan. She glanced over the other boxes before returning her attention to the shrine. Having this sinking feeling, Kurumu slipped around the couch and headed over to her suitcase. Kneeling down, Kurumu placed her yunomi next to the others.

"I was thinking a jewelry box. I can put it on my desk in the corner of my suite back at Yokai."

"Why?"

Kurumu swallowed, unable to look at Yukari. She crawled over to the butsudan, picking up the urn. She took in a deep breath, changing her mind on what it was she was holding. Glancing down, she confirmed with a smile that it was a pretty, white vase with flowers.

"I've been doing this for mommy's urn. Do you think you could make these illusions permanent? I can only make this look right when I'm holding it."

"Why?"

Kurumu offered a slight shrug as she finally regarded Yukari. The witch was trembling with emotions.

"What else can I do? I can't tell everyone about this right now."

"Kurumu. It's your mother."

"The wedding for Moka's sister is tomorrow. And I don't have a list of people I need to tell about this. Maybe a handful of teachers at most."

Kurumu shook her head as Yukari started to silently cry.

"I can't do it. Not right now. So I hoped you could cast an illusion over this. Until I'm ready."

"I can't…"

"We were thinking after the cultural festival. Blame it on a work accident. I don't know. I just don't want Tsukune to find out yet, or anyone else. I'm fine with it only being the three of us."

Yukari brought a hand up to wipe her tears.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Can you help me? I know I'm asking for a lot, but I can't do this by myself."

"I can't."

"Please, Yukari. You've not told anyone else about what really happened with Nagare."

Yukari glanced up. Her eyes wavered with sorrow as tears continued to flow.

"I guess."

Kurumu pulled Yukari's head against her bosom as she let out a heavy breath. The girl started to sob against her as she tugged off the beret and set it aside. Sighing, Kurumu pushed her fingers through Yukari's dark locks.

"I realize now whom my donor was."

Kurumu glanced up at Moka.

"It was mommy."

"Sit by me, Kurono."

Antai patted the floor beside her. The beige haired sylph had let her hair down for a change, revealing it could almost touch her rump. Like all the other girls, Antai was dressed down for bed, wearing a mauve tank top and black track shorts with a hot pink hem along the bottom which also stretched up the sides to the crimped elastic hem about her waist.

"The help doesn't dine with her Lady's guests."

Kokoa had a soft velvet nightgown drawn about her torso. The lush green garment had a stitched in satin sash about the waist which Kokoa had tied in bow at her side. She huffed with her nose turned up as she held a tea cup close to her chin. A small plate laden with skewered dumplings glazed with sweetened soy sauce rested on the table in front of her.

"What else is she going to do?"

Kurumu smiled as she held her hands at her navel against the apron of her maid uniform. It was after nine so Moka had turned in for the evening. She wondered if Moka had bathed with Yukari like they had planned before dinner. Kurumu longed for a bath, supposing it was better alone if she wanted to relieve herself of any lingering frustrations.

Kokoa had arrived with her girls around seven. By that point Yukari had already cast her illusions and unpacked her things. The witch had helped Moka with set up her laptop when Kurumu had been called down to assist in the kitchen. Kurumu had ate a late meal with Mr. Kondo, which was fine since it meant not having to endure an awkward encounter with Tsukune.

While finishing up her meal, Kokoa had popped in the kitchen to request her services in making some late night snacks. Having had this sort of request before, Mr. Kondo had taught Kurumu how to make the dango sweets. They had whipped up enough to guarantee each girl would get at least three skewers. After sampling a couple skewers herself, Mr. Kondo had sent her upstairs to service Kokoa's friends.

"She has to take all these dishes back to the kitchen and wash up for the evening."

"I thought Mr. Nagi said all the servants left at night."

Akegawa lacked her usual hairband in her cherry curls. The small girl was kneeling on the other side of Antai, closer to Kokoa. The salamander timidly snagged a dumpling off her skewer, carefully holding her hand beneath to avoid any mishaps like Fukai had with her first skewer. Akegawa wore a cream camisole with pretty lace along the top hem against the slight swell of her bosom. She wore a matching short with a lacy hem skirting about her thighs.

Sitting across the table from Antai, Fukai stuffed down the last dumpling from her second skewer. Her sky blue tee shirt had a brown stain perfectly placed at the swell of her right bosom for nipple jokes. She had a gray sleep pant and her legs were swept off to her left side with all her weight on her right hip. Her goggles dangled from the thick strap about her slender neck.

"They don't lock up the kitchen."

"I'll help her."

Kokoa sighed with a glance at Antai.

"You're free to do as you please."

"Unless it involves being affectionate with you."

Taniguchi giggled at the pout Kokoa favored upon her. The undine had let her toffee tresses hang loose in the back, but she had kept her short braids behind her ears. Seated around the corner of the low table on Kokoa's left and next to Fukai, this girl was wearing a pastel pink slip which almost reached her knees.

"She gets carried away too easily."

"Like you do with Ms. Akegawa."

Kokoa and Akegawa blushed, casting furtive glances at each other.

"Let her at least sit down with us. It's awkward making her stand."

Kokoa frowned at Antai.

"I am training her to be a proper servant. She should stand and be ready to serve at a moment's notice."

"I'm not picky about prompt service. I'm cool with her sitting."

Kokoa pouted at Taniguchi. She turned her gaze on Akegawa.

"Would you also feel better with her seated?"

"Well… I would be uncomfortable standing around like that."

"Does anyone need a refill of tea before I let her sit?"

Akegawa shook her head before biting another dumpling off her skewer. Antai giggled, patting the space beside her once again while Taniguchi murmured her contentment with the level of her tea. Fukai was too busy licking the sweet sticky mixture clinging to the skewer to respond.

"Very well, you may sit."

"Thank you, Milady."

Smiling at Antai, Kurumu knelt down at the foot of the table.

"I have something for you."

Antai grabbed an envelope which had been resting on the floor between her and Akegawa. She passed it over to Kurumu with a huge grin.

"That pretty lady whom picked us up said she got this from your village."

Kurumu turned the letter over in her hands, noting the sender. She smiled softly, wondering if Nerume was the type to send bunches of letters without a response.

"Yea. They don't deliver the mail to our house."

"Why didn't your mother pick it up?"

Kurumu paused, unsure how she should answer Antai.

"My mother is working for Mrs. Shuzen now. She's training under Ms. Ontai."

"Huh? I thought she would train under Sho."

Kurumu shook her head at Kokoa.

"Ms. Juunan is too busy with the wedding and other things."

"That makes sense. I'm curious how your initial encounter with Mr. Aono went."

Kurumu grimaced.

"I hope you didn't ask about that during dinner."

"Why, what's up?"

"Is there something wrong between Mr. Aono and Ms. Kurono?"

"Not that I'm aware of. She had a small hospital visit the day after we picked her up from his house."

"Are you okay?"

"Are you pregnant?"

Kurumu laughed at the reactions, shaking her head.

"Yes, I'm fine. No, I'm not pregnant, though I should keep clear of Tsukune for a few days."

"Huh? Why?"

Kurumu smiled at Antai.

"It's not a good time to be around him."

"Mating cycle."

Kurumu nodded at Fukai's comment.

"Yea. Unless I want to end up pregnant, I should keep my distance."

Kokoa set her tea aside, crawling around the corner to grab Taniguchi by the shoulder.

"You better not fool around with him. While I'm happy to hear things are good between the two of you, I'm not lending you my Nagisa."

Taniguchi giggled, pushing away Kokoa's hand.

"What do I have to do with this?"

"Nothing because you're mine."

Kokoa scooted in closer, reaching around Taniguchi and pulling the girl to her bosom. Taniguchi sighed with a slight shake of her head, resigned to the embrace.

"When do we meet your beloved sister and her groom?"

Kokoa rubbed the side of Taniguchi's head. She was much shorter than the undine but it mattered little when they were seated like this.

"I thought you could see her tonight, but I guess they're still in Iromori. You might see them before the ceremony, but you will be able to sit at the guest table for the private lunch."

"I've never been to a wedding before."

Antai grinned at Akegawa.

"Neither have I. What about you, Kurono?"

Kurumu promptly shook her head.

"I've never been to one either. All of the Shuzen family is much older than we are so there hasn't been any weddings in over a decade."

"Didn't you have to rehearse or something?"

"Most of the ceremony stuff is for the bride and groom. Mother didn't ask for Moka or I to come up with a speech, so the only thing the two of us have to do is sit where we're told and don't interrupt anything."

"Have you seen your sister's dress?"

Kokoa smirked, loosening her hold on Taniguchi.

"Which one?"

"She has more than one?"

"Mhm. I guess it's normal to change your kimono a couple times during the celebration. It's going to be a whole day event. Nagi said Mother has rented a room for us to spend tomorrow night in Iromori."

Taniguchi poked Kokoa's side.

"As long as we're inside, I don't mind."

Kokoa darted in to press a quick kiss upon Taniguchi's temple. As the undine pouted, Kokoa drew back and smiled at Kurumu.

"I trust Ms. Sendou brought your dress for the wedding."

"Yes. She also brought pretty dresses for Rubi and herself."

"I want you to take several pictures of us, Kurumu. All of my girls will be so pretty tomorrow and I want to remember it forever."

"With your phone, right?"

Kokoa shook her head, absently brushing her fingers through Taniguchi's hair.

"Ishiko was telling me it was a big mistake not to pick up the SD card for our phones."

"Really? It sounded like it only expanded your storage space."

"Yea, but it's removable. I guess that makes it convenient to move your photos to your laptop."

"Save the first visit to your SD card. Computer stores back a port for SD cards with USB hookup. Then you can angel the first visit to your computer gallery."

Everyone paused to digest what Fukai had tried to say there. Kokoa eventually shrugged.

"Ishiko has an SD card so you'll be taking the photos with her phone. If we have the time, I would like to stop by a computer store and pick up the things I need to get the full use of my phone's camera. Ishiko says they also sell SD cards there at much cheaper prices than you'd get at a phone store."

"As if money is an issue for you."

"Don't get snippy with me. I'll make you wet yourself."

"Go ahead."

Taniguchi stuck her tongue out at Kokoa. Kokoa huffed, tapping Taniguchi's nose.

"This brat pretended she forgot her dress. She actually let Mr. Nagi drive us to a boutique in the city before admitting she was joking."

"We were going to eat lunch in the city anyways."

"She tried on four dresses before telling us she was joking."

"I thought it was funny."

Kokoa glared at Antai with annoyance as Taniguchi giggled.

"I'm surprised you didn't stop at a computer store while in the city."

"Well… she took us yukata shopping after we left the boutique."

"I forgot to tell everyone to bring a yukata for the memorial on Sunday."

"So my playful detour worked out for the best since it jogged her memory."

"A happy coincidence. Nothing to brag about."

"Neither is losing a fight with your sister."

Kokoa pouted at Taniguchi.

"Mother praised me. I've never been praised for a fight before."

"You saw this fight, Kurono. What was it like?"

Kurumu grimaced at Antai.

"Brutal. They nearly killed each other."

"Was it really that bad?"

"It was the best fight I've ever had, Hikari. Kahlua had to remove her limiter to deal with me. She's never had to do that with Moka. Only Akua could drive her to that point."

"What's a limiter?"

"It's these magic seals Mother had some Chinese mystic create a long time ago. They're earrings which suppress her power. She's had them for as long as I can remember."

"Like Moka's rosary?"

"Not really. Moka's rosary is a special seal which messed with her head. Like it made her a whole different person. Mother has a seal too."

"Do you have a seal?"

Kokoa sighed, shaking her head.

"I'm so weak that my body can handle my power. But lacking a seal doesn't mean a vampire is weak. Father trained his body so much that he was able to do away with his seal."

"How strong is your sister?"

"I can't say. I know Father would occasionally bring back prizes from work. He would let Kahlua drink the blood of traitors and enemies to Fairy Tale while Mother smoothed over the paperwork so none would know better. Momma protested what they were doing, but it made Kahlua stronger. There was no doubt about that. Momma's concern was that it could break Kahlua's mind, but she's still the gentle sister I've always known her to be. She's only scary when she gets serious in a fight."

"Vampire culture is fascinating."

Kurumu smirked at Fukai.

"I think you mean violent."

"My first luck isn't that wrong."

"They weren't talking about your pronunciation."

"How badly was she hurt?"

Kurumu smiled at Akegawa.

"Milady passed out from her injuries."

"Can I get a refund on my blood? Clearly I'm donating to a lost cause."

"That's not fair. Kahlua is really powerful. I'm shocked anybody could defeat her as easily as Mother says that Fujisaki guy did. I thought it would be years before she ever had to marry."

"So someday a guy will have to beat you up to marry you?"

"That's how a proper vampire marriage is acknowledged. I suppose I could just have a kid with some guy but my child would never be accepted as anything more than a servant."

"I can't imagine you ever having a baby."

Kokoa pouted at the grinning Taniguchi. She sighed, pulling Taniguchi closer to rest her cheek on the undine's shoulder.

"Maybe I should give you to Kurumu."

"That makes no sense."

Kurumu glanced down with a smile, not wanting to explain why having an undine friend would be advantageous for her.

"Your big sister seemed scared at the thought of fighting your mother."

"Mother is tricky. I wouldn't say Kahlua is weaker than Mother, but I don't know how anyone can defeat an opponent whom can read your offense before you strike."

"I've heard about that. If you train enough, you can develop a sense for attacks with harmful intent."

Kokoa shook her head.

"No, it's more than that. Mother can see what you do before you decide to do it. She can also see how you will defend before she attacks. I've seen Mother fight a few times and she never loses."

"Couldn't your mother fight Fujisaki on Kahlua's behalf?"

"I heard he made you piss yourself."

Kurumu blushed at Antai's mirthful remark.

"You would tell them about that."

Taniguchi giggled as Kokoa licked her ear.

"That tickles."

"I want you."

"And I want my dango."

Taniguchi promptly picked up her second skewer, daintily closing her mouth about the first dumpling and pulling it off the stick. Kokoa seemed uninterested in answering her earlier inquiry.

"Is there a reason for Kokoa to be so amorous with Taniguchi?"

Akegawa smiled sheepishly.

"Ms. Taniguchi only plans to spend the week. I don't have any plans for the rest of summer break."

"Isn't your birthday coming up soon?"

"Next Friday. I believe Ms. Fukai's birthday is two weeks from today."

Fukai nodded as the gnome chewed on the last dumpling from her third skewer. The girl covered her mouth while setting down the stick.

"Correct. I rock my birthday with my parents earlier this week."

"I'm staying the rest of the summer too."

Kurumu frowned at Antai.

"I thought you had a bunch of junior high friends you were going to hang out with."

"I kind of told them I had other summer plans. We did all of our fun stuff these past few days so going back now would only be embarrassing."

"Though Ms. Antai forgot her homework."

"There's no way I'm going back for that. I'll have my parents ship my schoolbag to the dorms for me."

Akegawa sighed heavily with a slight shake of her head.

"You are fortunate we share homeroom."

"Stop. You're like a puppy."

Kokoa made a slight sound as she nuzzled against Taniguchi's neck.

"Sleep with me tonight."

"No. Your bed is too small."

"I doubt she plans to stuff all of us in her bed, Taniguchi. There's more than enough room for two or three of us to sleep out here."

Taniguchi pulled the last dumpling off her skewer, holding up her hand.

"Then I'll sleep out here."

"No. Sleep with me."

Taniguchi giggled again, covering her mouth.

"Eat your sweets."

"You are my sweets."

Taniguchi groaned as she chewed.

"Someone help me."

Kurumu smiled as none of the girls moved to Taniguchi's aid. Fukai was contemplating her final skewer while Antai was finally starting her second. The best way to describe Akegawa's expression was envy.

"I'll safely assume I'm spending the night out here with Fukai."

"I'll share her bed if she wants me too."

Antai shrugged, popping a dumpling in her mouth as Kokoa moved her head about Taniguchi's neck. This reminded Kurumu of Kahlua's antics with Ms. Fukuda.

"I'm going to nip you now."

Taniguchi made a soft protest as Kokoa scooted in behind the undine. The smaller vampire slipped her arms beneath Taniguchi's, lifting her hands up to squeeze the undine's bosom. Taniguchi mewled when Kokoa's mouth pressed to the base of her neck. She squirmed slightly, tugging her slip up.

"So lucky."

Pouting, Akegawa crawled around the end of the table. Reaching the other corner, the salamander drew back on her haunches. Her hand absently touched her breast as she cocked her head to the right. Fukai set aside her skewer, scooting in closer to Taniguchi's left.

Taniguchi rasped out Kokoa's name. The undine bit her lip to lessen the volume of her moans, closing her eyes as her body tensed up. The aroma of sex heightened with an erotic whimper escaping her lips.

"She's leaking."

Kokoa gasped, pulling her head back. She rested her forehead between Taniguchi's shoulders as the undine continued to squirm and make soft mewls. Akegawa timidly touched Taniguchi's arm.

"She smells so sexy."

Taniguchi's eyes fluttered open. She whimpered piteously.

"I need a bath."

Kokoa let out a satisfied groan.

"We can all bathe together."

Fukai helped the purring vampire up onto her feet as Akegawa did the same for Taniguchi. Kokoa nuzzled against Fukai, stumbling as she allowed the gnome to lead her towards her bedroom. Taniguchi caressed her own tit while rubbing her temple. Her body trembled as she followed Akegawa's gentle guidance.

Once the four girls had left the room, Antai turned a smirk upon Kurumu.

"I suppose this means we get to clean up this mess."

Kurumu smiled as she looked over the half-finished plates and the small puddle on the floor. This had been one crazy, sexual day.