"Let's see what you got."

Mr. Kondo seized a pinch of omelet from the skillet Kurumu had moved from the burner to cool. The stout man swept the chopsticks up to his bearded jowls, opening wide to plop the morsel against his tongue. He chewed with a thoughtful look in his dark eyes. His brow which was lengthened by his receding hairline furrowed with appreciation.

"Not bad. Divvy up the portions and take it out to our guests."

Mr. Kondo slapped her in the back with enough force to cause her to stagger against the stove. She smiled softly, grabbing the skillet by the handle and carrying it over to the counter with the plates. She set the black iron pan upon a wooden placeholder, fetching a serving spoon from the utensil caddy.

There was no clock in the kitchen but Kurumu knew it was still before eight. She had been roused around six thirty by Ms. Juunan whom was as flirtatious as ever. Kurumu had quickly dressed in her clean maid uniform Mrs. Chinoashi had left out for her last night and had scurried down to her kitchen duties before Ms. Juunan could make things too uncomfortable.

As Kurumu doled out portions for each of the six plates, her thoughts wandered over the events of last night. She was worried over what else Fujisaki might have seen in her head, though she kept telling herself that most of her secrets were irrelevant to what Fujisaki cared about.

After pissing herself on the dance floor, Moka had come to her rescue. She had been cleaned up in the restroom and sent home with Ms. Juunan about an hour earlier than initially planned. Aware that they would not be returning till midnight, the servants had already turned in for the night. With Ms. Juunan's help, Kurumu had managed to get Moka into her room while Rubi had carried the snoozing Yukari upstairs. Stripping both girls down to their underwear, they had left them in Moka's bed.

After Ms. Juunan had led Rubi away to Mrs. Shuzen's suite for the night, Kurumu had rolled out her futon beside the couch and had finally parted with the cumbersome dress. Having no interest in ever wearing that thing again, she had slept nude which she knew was not to blame for Ms. Juunan's amorous mood.

"Don't forget to add your soup and rice."

Kurumu grinned as she scraped out the last of the eggs onto the final plate. While she cared little for the rice she had prepared, the dashi miso was the best she had ever tasted. She had cut up the tofu, leeks, cabbage, carrots, shiitake mushrooms and green onions the same as she would for class. Doubting it was a matter of better quality ingredients, Kurumu suspected the spices. She would have to pick up the red yuzu koshou spice from a grocer back in Mononoke because it drastically improved the flavor.

She moved the stool over so she could reach in the cupboards to fetch the small ceramic bowls. Pulling out a stack of six, she carefully tucked it to her bosom. Hopping off the stool, she carried the bowls over and started placing each one next to a plate.

"Where is Mr. Chinoashi?"

Mr. Kondo grunted as he carried over the simmering pot. He set it down on another wooden coaster.

"Fooling with his lass. It doesn't take this long to bring the garbage out to the furnace."

Kurumu smiled as she took a ladle from the utensil caddy. She knew Mrs. Chinoashi had gone outside to tend to the flowers about the estate as she had little else to do inside.

"Will you help me bring the meal out?"

"I think I will start on cleaning the kitchen so you can enjoy watching your friends eat this delicious meal you have created for them."

Kurumu blushed as she filled the second bowl.

"I didn't do anything special."

"All I did was supervise."

Kurumu supposed that was mostly true, which was why this was taking longer than usual. Normally the servants would eat after, but Mr. Kondo had made a quick, separate meal for himself and the married couple before sending Mr. Chinoashi out on that garbage run. Ms. Juunan had popped in a few minutes ago to ask what the delay was since it had been a quarter to eight and she was not the only one waiting for breakfast in the dining hall. Mr. Kondo had shooed her away with the silly comment of not rushing genius. Kurumu had no delusions about her cooking prowess being that praiseworthy.

"This will be a lot to carry out by myself."

"You'll have to make two trips."

Kurumu nodded as she poured out the next bowl. She could probably fit three meals on a platter. Mr. Kondo snatched up the empty skillet, carrying it off to the sink.

"Could you bring me the rice?"

He grunted in response as she finished with that bowl. As she started with the fifth bowl, she realized she would have some left over, which was nice. For some silly reason she had not prepared enough omelet to make a plate for herself, though she was not terribly hungry. She had munched on some toast a half hour ago since it was hard to make a yummy smelling meal with a growling stomach.

Having filled the last of the bowls, Kurumu put aside the ladle seconds before Mr. Kondo returned with the rice steamer. She nodded politely with a smile, grabbing a wooden serving spatula.

"Do you have a thermos?"

"What for?"

"I was thinking you could put the rest of the soup in a thermos for later."

Mr. Kondo chuckled, reaching over to tousle her hair.

"Not bad for three days of training."

Kurumu blushed, doing her best not to spill the rice as she served it out.

"I guess. It's Kokoa whom I'm supposed to impress though."

"I'm sure you'll get your chance soon enough."

Kurumu smiled as she neatly sculpted the rice pile next to the omelet on the second plate. Satisfied with the quantity, she started on the third.

"It's still not as good as the omelet Yukari makes."

Mr. Kondo chuckled as he walked over to a nearby cabinet. He bent down and pulled out a serving platter, setting it beside the plates.

"It takes years of practice to become accustomed with the nuances of gourmet cooking which results in exquisite meals. But you should take heart in knowing you have natural talent."

Kurumu snorted as she shaped up the third plate.

"So basically I have no hope to improve with only a couple weeks of training."

"I wouldn't say that, but it would be unrealistic to think you will see a major improvement when your abilities are already above average. It would be different if I was working with someone whom had no clue what a whisk was for."

"What sort of improvements should I be expecting?"

"Mostly flavoring which you won't find in any recipe book. I can give you some tips to make meals more agreeable to young Kokoa's tastes."

"That's it?"

"It's not like the girl is some high society gourmand. She has grown up on Kyushu tastes so the simplest trick is to use the spices and sauces native to this region. I will give you a list before you leave us."

Kurumu smiled as she finished up shaping the fifth plate.

"Thank you for humoring her this much."

"No trouble. I shall arrange this platter for you."

Kurumu grinned as the man started moving the plates and bowls onto the black tray.

"You'll have to open the door for me. There's no way I can carry that with one hand."

"I can do that, though you should learn how to balance a tray of this size and weight with one hand. You hold it in the center up above your shoulder. Your other hand is only there to keep it steady and should be free to do quick tasks like open doors and set up a serving stand."

Kurumu frowned as she finished sculpting the rice on the final plate.

"I've never seen anyone use a serving stand here."

"We do have them, though I doubt you could manage carrying it with your free hand if you're worried about opening doors."

Kurumu chuckled as she set the wooden spatula aside. Her heart fluttered with concern as Mr. Kondo placed the last soup bowl on the platter.

"Can't I carry it normally?"

"The way I described is the normal way."

"I meant normally for someone whom isn't working in a restaurant. Like I would a tray from a cafeteria."

"With those breasts? I would not recommend it."

Kurumu pouted, thinking she managed carrying platters without any troubles in the cafeteria and dining hall with these breasts.

"I'd feel better doing that way."

"Fine. We shall work on your presentation skills later. For now you can carry it how you please."

Kurumu nodded her thanks as she grabbed the platter. She pulled it carefully to her torso, letting the edge push to her waist while her hands balanced the other corners. She took small, measured steps across the kitchen floor. Mr. Kondo easily reached the door first and slid it open for her.

Upon entering the dining hall, Kurumu noted both Rubi and Tsukune were absent. Moka was sprawled over the table, napping in a silky white slip. Yukari had scooted her chair closer so she could brush her fingers through Moka's pink tresses. The small witch wore her cream, silk chemise and matching pant, clearly wanting to match Moka whom she likely had dressed.

Sitting on the other side of the table facing her was Mizore and Ms. Juunan. Mizore was dressed the same as always while the succubus had on a sleeveless, baby blue shirt dress which looked like that third button was about to pop from its monumental task of restraining that bosom. The silver haired beauty brightened up on her arrival.

"There you are. I was beginning to think I might have to help you."

Kurumu smiled, coming over to Yukari's side as the witch looked up. She carefully placed the tray down.

"What happened to Rubi?"

"Rubi is a heavy sleeper. She'll get up right away if you wake her, but will sleep past noon if you leave her alone. Quite useful if you don't want to deal with her."

Kurumu chuckled at Yukari's brutal honesty. She set out a plate and bowl for the young witch.

"I think I shall serve the others first since Moka can't eat like this."

"I'll wake her now."

Kurumu smiled as she picked up the tray and wandered over to the other side of the table.

"Wake up, my love."

Yukari was poking at Moka's cheek with her chopsticks. Kurumu chuckled, shaking her head as she set down the tray next to Mizore.

"I'm surprised you didn't wake Tsukune."

"We gave him blood."

Kurumu paused after setting Mizore's plate down.

"You… what?"

"Blood, my child. It was brought to my attention that the poor boy has not been given any blood for months. That's not healthy for someone fresh out of the Rite."

Kurumu frowned at Ms. Juunan as she set out the soup bowl for Mizore.

"He has a holy lock on him to seal his power because he couldn't handle that blood."

"I'm up!"

Moka sat up stiffly, causing Yukari to giggle. The witch playfully poked Moka's tit with her chopsticks, eliciting a groan. Moka promptly massaged her assaulted tit before yawning grandly.

"I don't know much about that seal of his but I do know that getting nothing feels wretched."

"I bled into a bottle like discussed. He took it well."

"What do you think about this Yukari?"

The witch paused in her poking to shrug.

"I only have theories about that holy lock and the Rite of Ascension. I need to talk to the Headmaster to better understand what he wanted Tsukune to do because that seal is fragile."

"I know that. Tsukune is always worried he might accidentally take it off."

"Of course he can take it off. No vampire would ever use a seal that they could not remove. That is why that seal on Moka is so problematic."

Kurumu sighed, shaking her head. She picked up the platter and moved to the other side of Ms. Juunan.

"It's not like that. Tsukune might become a ghoul if he removes that holy lock."

"My oh my. I was not suggesting we give more Shinso blood to him. He needs blood from others."

Kurumu frowned as she set out the plate and soup bowl for Ms. Juunan.

"What do you mean?"

"Your concern is that the Shinso blood in him will run wild. The obvious solution is to mix more blood with it to diminish the Shinso influence."

"That is true, but that seal on him can barely suppress the power inside him now. Won't any additional blood make his power greater?"

Ms. Juunan shrugged as she poked at the food with her chopsticks.

"I did not design that seal so I cannot claim to know what it is capable of. If the maker of the seal asked this young man to take more blood, than I hope that means the seal can handle it."

Kurumu smiled softly as she picked up the empty platter and held it to her bosom.

"I'll go get the other meals."

"This is good."

Kurumu smiled at Yukari's remark as she came around the table.

"Thank you."

The witch pointed at the omelet.

"Bring Moka's quick. I want to feed her this."

"I don't think it's all that great. The omelets you make are better, Yukari."

Yukari shook her head as Kurumu retreated to the door.

"No. They're different. I might want to change up the way I make mine. Experiment more."

"It's always fun to experiment."

Kurumu blushed at that purred remark from Ms. Juunan. Shaking her head, she pushed the door open and slipped out of the dining hall. Mr. Kondo was off doing the dishes with his back to her. Not wanting to dally, she quickly walked over to the counter. The man had set out another platter for her with the rest of the meals. Setting her empty tray aside, she pulled the other one to her waist and started back out.

"You really should try the miso, Ms. Shirayuki. It's really good."

"I don't eat hot stuff."

Kurumu returned to the dining hall with cautious strides. She carefully set the tray down beside Moka before placing a plate and bowl in front of the drowsy vampire.

"So… why isn't Tsukune at the table?"

"He needs some time to recover."

Kurumu frowned.

"Why would he need time to recover?"

Moka yawned grandly. She picked up her chopsticks with a notable wobble.

"Taking too much new blood can wipe you out."

"The young man is new to being a vampire. He would have no control over his starved fangs."

"Why do you say starved? Vampires don't need blood."

"My oh my. Where did you get that silly notion?"

"It's a documented fact by my Grandfather."

Kurumu nodded as she backed up a step.

"Moka even said Tsukune was her first."

Moka groaned softly, shaking her head.

"First to draw blood from. Not my first blood ever."

"We're not including your mothers. And Kokoa never got blood from them."

"Which is why Kokoa is so weak compared to them. A vampire needs blood to grow as a vampire. They might not need it to physically mature but a vampire will never become powerful without blood."

"And I restate that vampires don't need blood. Tsukune has no desire to become powerful."

"But the Headmaster suggested it."

"I understand that, but I'm talking about a normal vampire whom is not under the threat of becoming a ghoul does not need blood. Kokoa does not need blood."

Ms. Juunan giggled, wagging her chopsticks.

"That's like telling someone that they don't need sex."

Yukari paused.

"Sex is a vital process that continues the life cycle."

"And drawing blood is a vital process to ensure a vampire remains the apex predator. Eating prevents death. Drawing blood can prevent death. Having sex will never prevent death."

Yukari nodded as she poked at her meal.

"You seem to understand vampires well. It would have never crossed my mind that vampires regard taking blood to be as important as having sex."

Ms. Juunan smiled softly.

"I've been around vampires my whole life, little lady. I was raised as one."

There was a moment of silence. Kurumu could hear Moka chewing on her food.

"I should probably check on Tsukune."

"My oh my. I hope you don't take advantage of that poor young man in his weakened state."

Kurumu blushed as Ms. Juunan fetched a bit of rice in her chopsticks.

"But she can't avoid him forever."

Yukari smirked at Mizore.

"I guess if anything happens you'll be happy to bear a child for them."

"I won't oppose that."

"Such lovely friends you have, Ms. Kurono. She'll take your baby but not your cooking."

Frowning, Mizore glanced to Kurumu. She took in a breath and picked up her chopsticks. Pinching a wad of omelet, she brought it up to her lips and blew softly. Delicately she placed it in her mouth, bringing her other hand up to mask the fact that she was chewing.

"Well?"

Mizore nodded at her. She lowered her hand to fetch another mouthful.

"Good. Hot."

Mizore covered her mouth as she put a much larger portion into her mouth. She made a slight moan with closed lips, setting aside her chopsticks. She closed her eyes while her head bobbed with every chew. She made several more soft moans which caused Ms. Juunan to giggle softly. Yukari had a wry grin on her thin lips when Mizore finally finished with a gasp.

"Was that good for you?"

"Put too much in. So hot."

"I bet she'll say the same thing about Tsukune."

Kurumu pouted at Yukari's amusement as Mizore cocked her head in confusion.

"My oh my. If the girl is this expressive eating, I have such high hopes for her performance in bed."

"Performance?"

"I imagine you might melt in the heat of passion. It will be so hot inside that you'll start dripping."

Yukari burst out in giggles from Ms. Juunan's innuendo. With a healthy blush on her cheeks, Kurumu shook her head and started for the door.

"I'm going to fetch Tsukune before this gets any worse."

"Ms. Kurono."

Kurumu paused at the door, glancing back at Ms. Juunan. The woman grinned.

"If you're not back in five minutes, I'm not going to interrupt your mating."

Kurumu blushed darker.

"I would rather someone try to stop me if I do anything like that."

"That's not safe, Ms. Kurono."

"What's not safe about it?"

"Eat your breakfast, young ladies. Now go on, Ms. Kurono."

Kurumu swallowed nervously as she slipped out of the dining hall into the main room. She took in a deep breath, crossing the hall. That last warning there had been worrisome, but she knew she could not avoid Tsukune forever unless she wanted to break up with him. As she had no desire to do that, she would have to deal with these overwhelming feelings.

She paused in front of the studio door, taking in another deep breath. Her heart was fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage. She knocked on the door.

"Tsukune? We've served breakfast."

There was a long pause. She studied the inset handle of the door, debating on if she should enter the room. Perhaps it would be better to wake Rubi first. She knocked again.

"Tsukune? I'm going to wake Rubi now. I'll return for you if you're not at the table."

Before she could fully turn away the door slid open. She shivered under his gaze. It was like drawing a fingertip up her spine ever so gently.

"Kurumu."

She nodded, turning back to him. She had her head bowed as she looked at the floor inside the studio.

"I have a breakfast waiting for you at the table."

"Come inside."

She bit her lower lip, wanting to. She almost vocalized a denial when she reminded herself that she had to face this. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath.

"Do you need help with something?"

"I feel cold. So cold."

Kurumu looked up at him. He was only wearing his black sleep pant. Scars were slashed across his chest. His body was trembling. Feeling a wave of concern, she stepped closer to him. She reached up to touch his temple as her other hand touched his side. His skin felt like it was on fire.

"You're burning up."

He laughed weakly.

"It doesn't feel that way."

"I should get you a wet towel."

His hand caught her wrist firmly. Her body shivered as he pulled her in for an embrace. She let her hand move from his temple to the back of his head as she pressed her cheek to his shoulder. She sighed as her body tingled from the heat of his torso.

"Come inside."

She murmured an agreement. He took a step back and she allowed him to lead her into the darkness of the studio. Her mind screamed she should retreat but her body wanted to rub with reckless abandon. Her tits began to ache as she felt her nipples push against the black fabric of her outfit. Once more she wished this skirt was shorter so she could climb onto him.

"You need breakfast."

He took in a deep breath. His embrace loosened though she remained pressed to him.

"I need to lock the door."

"No."

"I'm not feeling well enough for breakfast."

"It's Mizore's blood. Give it time. You can eat."

"I can also lock the door, if you let me go."

Kurumu mewled, nuzzling her cheek on his shoulder.

"No. You'll fuck me if you lock the door."

"Yes."

She shivered at that calm response. Her heart was beating so fast.

"You're not feeling well enough for sex."

"Let me go and we can find out."

She whimpered, well aware that her body had quickly warmed up to the idea. She was aching in every sensitive place.

"Kurumu."

She reluctantly let go of his head which allowed him to slip free of her other arm. He stepped around her, sliding the door shut. She heard the click of metal once he set the restraining bar in place. Her heart pounded in her ears as she thought of what would happen next.

"I remember the days when you would rub those gorgeous breasts against me. So soft, warm and often to the point that I worried I might suffocate in them."

She laughed softly which became a sharp gasp when he grabbed her from behind. He pressed up against her, hands cupping her breasts and massaging them. She mewled and moaned, pushing back to him. She could feel the stiffness against the small of her back.

"You sound so sexy."

Kurumu brought her hands up to squeeze his as she wiggled her rump against his thighs. She stepped back, lifting up on her toes as she whimpered. Kurumu cried out in surprise as teeth clamped down on her left shoulder near her neck.

"Tsukune! Don't!"

He promptly released the bite. She groaned, reaching up to her shoulder. She confirmed he had not bitten through the fabric but it still hurt. She mewled as he squeezed her breasts and rolled his thumbs across her tender nipples.

"Take this off."

His hands drifted down from her tits, grabbing the fabric at her waist and pulling the skirt up.

"Tsukune. Stop."

He paused, resting his head on her shoulder. She could feel the beat of his heart against her back.

"Why?"

"Because it's not love."

He pressed his lips to the collar of her outfit. She could feel his breath.

"But I do love you."

Kurumu trembled with desire. It was so much that she could barely stand. She lowered her hands to clasp his as she let out a ragged breath.

"Tsukune. I stopped pushing."

He pressed more kisses on her collar and neck, some touching her flesh.

"It's okay."

"No. I love you. I really love you."

"And I love you."

Kurumu whimpered, squeezing his hands.

"But it broke. My body stopped wanting you when it broke."

He paused with his affections but remained close. She could feel his heart as much as her own.

"Broke? Do you mean what I broke inside you?"

"Yea. Is this okay?"

"What is wrong?"

"Is it okay that I only pushed because my body wanted you?"

Tsukune groaned against her. It was almost like a purr.

"That sounds extremely attractive."

She whimpered as he grabbed through the skirt to feel the form fitting fabric beneath. He tugged it up over her rump. She grabbed her the pleats of this long skirt to hold it for him.

"I want this off."

Kurumu had no sensible protests. If he did not care that her attraction to him had only started from her body recognizing a compatible mate, then she was his. She let go of the skirt in the front as he gathered it up in the back. She started unfastening the buttons of the stiff collar. Three buttons down and she gasped at the hot touch of his fingers against her skin, having fully hiked up the skirt in the back.

"No panties?"

She was finished with the last of the buttons. She tugged the hem of her right sleeve, tugging it as she wiggled her arm out. The garment was flexible enough to allow it. She wormed her right hand down to the bottom hem which he had about her waist. When she started tugging up, he quickly assisted. They slipped the garment over her head, freeing her left arm last before slinging the elastic fabric aside.

"No bra either."

She gasped as his lips touched her bare shoulder. She closed her eyes and mewled as his hands quickly found purchase on her breasts once more, squeezing and kneading them with strong fingers. She wanted him inside. His kisses along her shoulder and neck stopped. His hot breath tickled her skin.

"Turn around."

Kurumu rolled about in his loose grip but he pushed her back before she could embrace him. He was so much stronger than he used to be. It made her tremble as he held her firmly by the shoulders. Unwilling to look him in the eye out of fear of the charm, she reached for the hem of his sleep pant. She tugged it down, exposing him.

"Let your wings and tail out."

She hesitated. It had been a long time since he had asked to see her tail or wings. With most of their recent sex being from behind, the wings and tail would be in the way.

"Why?"

He let go of her shoulders, stepping back.

"I want to see all of you."

She shyly folded her hands on her navel as she closed her eyes. She eased her tail out first, letting it coil about her ankle. Once she felt that comfort against her skin, she let her wings slice out of her back. The room was large enough for her to give them a good stretch.

"So beautiful."

She opened her eyes, noting he had parted ways with the sleep pant. She could feel him contemplating the different ways he could take her. If he failed to do it soon, she would lack the strength to stand.

"Tsukune?"

He stepped into her, lowering his head to bury them in her breasts. She chuckled at first, though quickly moaned when he started to kiss and suckle on her nipple. She shivered and her knees felt at their limit. She wrapped one arm about his head to push his face firmly to her breast as she hooked a knee up onto his hip for support. His hand slipped beneath her thigh, tugging her leg up firmer. Feeling it natural, she hopped up with her other leg, pulling herself up onto him. He staggered for a moment, but she knew how to redistribute her own weight from all the months of flying. It only took seconds for him to have a comfortable hold on her while her ankles crossed over the small of his back.

"I'm going to put it in."

She shivered from the hot breath against her chest. She squeezed him firmly in her arms as his hands wandered beneath her thighs. Her heart pounded, knowing he would be one with her soon. A small voice inside wondered if that was okay. It asked if it was okay to make a baby with mommy's organ. It asked if she was making a sister instead of a daughter.

And she realized that voice would never let her be happy. So she closed her eyes and enjoyed it all.

Kurumu sat in an armchair in the lounge, watching the hands of the clock move slowly. She was once again dressed in her maid uniform, though Ms. Juunan had given her a bath after her misadventure. It was one thirty six and she had finished her kitchen duties for lunch only sixteen minutes ago. She had been instructed to wait in here until Tsukune was cognizant.

Kurumu sighed, regarding the others in the room. Moka and Yukari were on the couch, still wearing their pajamas. Mizore lingered by the door with her hands thrust in her center pocket. The girl had the usual white stick for her lollipop in the corner of her mouth. She had not said anything during lunch.

Kurumu sighed again, turning her attention back to the clock.

"I don't know why we can't go upstairs and do something else. We could be doing homework."

"To think you would actually suggest homework."

"Maybe you could copy the article software to our laptops. Then I could do my tennis and judo articles."

"I suppose we can do that after we clean up your mess."

Kurumu flinched.

"It's not that big of a deal. He'll come out of the charm like he always does."

"You completely lost it, Kurumu."

"It was an accident."

Yukari shook her head with wide eyes.

"No. Five, maybe ten minutes can be an accident. You were fucking for over two hours."

"Yukari. Let it go."

"But it's not okay, Moka. She was kissing him. A lot. She was…"

Yukari blushed, glancing aside.

"… showing me everything."

Kurumu had heard all about the sex tutorial she had given to Yukari. Against Ms. Juunan's warnings, the young witch had attempted to break up Kurumu's lovemaking. Kurumu vaguely recalled some of the lewd acts she had demonstrated for her captive audience. Her only comfort was they were both certain she had not invited Yukari to participate. She understood that Yukari had still been dressed and kneeling quietly in a daze when Ms. Juunan had finally deemed it safe to enter. The older succubus had carried her upstairs to bathe while leaving Tsukune in Mr. Chinoashi's care.

After her first orgasm, her time with Tsukune had felt more like a dream than anything real. She knew she had kissed him. She had kissed almost every part of him. Fellatio had been one of the lessons for Yukari. She had pushed Tsukune's body to the limit, bragging about it in her drunken stupor while in the bath. She had milked him dry to the point of no more coming out. All it could do was twitch and spasm.

She had been so happy and fulfilled. She had rambled about having his baby and being happy with Tsukune and how everything would work out between them. She had asked Ms. Juunan to join her but the woman had remained kneeling at the side of the tub, saying supportive things while sponging away the sticky juices which had been everywhere.

When she had gotten out to be toweled off, she had cried over her insecurities. Ms. Juunan had scolded her, telling her to not worry over Tsukune. She had helped her back into her maid uniform which had miraculously been spared of any stains before sending her down to the kitchen.

"You better not have any funny ideas about putting a baby in my Moka."

"I'm not going to do that."

"She's putting one in me."

"Absolutely not!"

"You were fine with it this morning."

Yukari glared at Mizore.

"It's called sarcasm, you twit. I wasn't condoning Kurumu to pump you full of baby juice."

"We need to discuss that with Tsukune."

"What is there to discuss?"

Kurumu smiled at Yukari.

"I spoke with Mr. Umizake at the wedding and he made it sound like Mizore getting married was going to happen before next summer."

"Which is why I worried about going home for the summer."

"You were never going to be married this summer. You had the option of spending this whole month with your fiancé."

"That doesn't mean they wouldn't marry me to him."

Kurumu smiled apologetically.

"I'm going to agree with Yukari on this. Umizake's parents will be abroad this whole summer."

"Tsukune told me about this the day after you left. She knew they had no plans of being home."

"We can't do anything about that now."

"Sure we can. Moka can have her mother ship this dumb girl back home or to her fiancé. We don't need her waiting around with the hope that you decide to impregnate her."

Kurumu grimaced, shaking her head.

"It's different, Yukari. It's not like Mizore is making it up. They said less than a year."

"And why is that your problem?"

Kurumu sighed.

"I'm saying that if Tsukune is okay with it, maybe I should."

"But won't that be dangerous for her?"

"I can take my own risks, Akashiya. At least mine pose no threat to his body."

The door slid open as Mizore finished her sentence. Rubi walked in wearing that pink corset bustier with the leather mesh stitched to the black collar about her throat. A long black skirt had been stitched to the underside of the bustier, stretching down to the witch's ankles.

"Mr. Aono has recovered. You may see him in the dining hall."

Rubi made an inviting gesture before turning on her heel and slipping back out into the main foyer. Mizore calmly walked out with her hands in her center pocket.

"It's not safe to put a baby in her, Kurumu."

Kurumu managed a smile as she got to her feet.

"We should ask Tsukune."

Yukari sighed heavily, getting up from the couch. She started for the door.

"I guess I don't care if she drops out and becomes a single mother. It makes no difference to me unless this is some convoluted way to make Tsukune marry her."

"I don't think she will do that."

Yukari waved a dismissive hand as she stalked out of the room. Kurumu smiled as Moka took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I don't want anyone to get hurt. Including Ms. Shirayuki."

"Maybe your mother could contact Ms. Hajinai. She knows more about breeding our race than anyone else. We can make sure it's safe."

Moka nodded, tugging on her hand as she stepped forward. Taking a deep breath, Kurumu allowed Moka to lead her out of the room. She felt nervous about going into the same room as Tsukune. She hoped being surrounded by the others meant nothing crazy would happen.

Ms. Juunan was seated next to Tsukune, her elbow invading the space of the lunch they had left out for him. Tsukune was dressed in a faded green tee shirt and khakis, nervously wielding his chopsticks against the cold meal. He stowed a half dozen bean sprouts into his mouth, chewing rigorously.

"You could have let him eat before calling us in."

Ms. Juunan smiled at Yukari whom stood next to Rubi across the table from them.

"I felt it cruel to keep the poor girl worrying over her lover's health."

"How are you feeling?"

Tsukune glanced over at Moka and Kurumu as they stopped at the end of the table. He finished his chewing before offering a smile.

"As I told the others, I'm fine. A little drained is all."

"I'm sure she drained something."

Tsukune smirked at the woman's comment, picking at his meal.

"I remember up to the point of being kissed. Can't quite say what it's been like after that. Only that I'm very exhausted and starving."

"Yes. A young man needs to replenish his proteins."

Kurumu whimpered slightly, glancing aside.

"Could you not?"

"He probably needs more fluids."

"Yukari!"

"Hey, I saw it. He needs lots of fluids after you sucked him dry."

"What is she talking about?"

Ms. Juunan giggled, reaching up to tousle his hair.

"I think what we need to discuss is Ms. Kurono's future with this young vampire."

The pause in conversation encouraged Tsukune to stuff his mouth with more sprouts.

"Is something wrong?"

"Even a vampire can struggle with succubi addiction. The only way to make a vampire immune is by taking in succubi blood."

"We are aware of this."

Ms. Juunan smiled at Yukari.

"And you should also be aware that her body is compatible with his. This makes him very addictive to Ms. Kurono. It seems she already is unable to do something as simple as fetch him for breakfast."

Kurumu blushed at the assessment.

"Well… we haven't had sex in some time."

"Oh? Do you not feel any urge towards him now?"

Not when he was four chairs away from her and in a room full of witnesses while she held Moka's hand.

"Not really."

"My oh my. It seems you have sated the girl's body. I wonder how many hours before you want more."

"I give it till night."

Kurumu frowned at Yukari as Ms. Juunan giggled.

"The problem I see is that the girl wants him with a dangerous innocence. It's one thing to want a man to fill your pussy and another to want him to fill your heart."

Kurumu blushed along with every other youth in the room.

"Why not both?"

"Unwise for a succubus. Do you want a future with this young man, Ms. Kurono?"

Kurumu bit her lip, nervously nodding.

"If you're saying that I have to take succubus blood, than I'm fine with that."

Ms. Juunan giggled, tousling his hair once more.

"Such a lovely boy. But that might not be the best thing to do right now."

"Obviously. He just had blood from the snow fairy so his body can't take much more abuse."

"That isn't the issue, little lady. I think things would be better if we work out some strategy to eliminate all alone time between the two."

"That's ridiculous. How does that work out with them being a couple?"

"It's a temporary solution until Ms. Kurono can have her heart strings snipped."

Kurumu clutched her breast as she looked at Moka. Moka was already shaking her head.

"That could be years before that operation is safe."

"Yea. My mother wasn't with my father for that long before he had to be sent away. There's too much risk to drag things out for years."

"What is this all about?"

Ms. Juunan sighed heavily with a slight shake of her head.

"The issue is that a succubus heart can break from despair and grief."

"What?"

"That is why Fairy Tale has a special medical procedure to relieve members of our race of that burden."

"They need to operate on your heart?"

Kurumu smiled at Tsukune.

"Maybe. They don't like doing it on girls my age."

"Why can't he drink Kurumu's blood?"

Ms. Juunan smiled at Mizore whom lingered in the shadows. Her head was cocked inquisitively.

"An injection of her blood would clear the succubi charm from his system."

"But he's fine now."

"No. That was a concentrated dose which wears off over time. Our charm is always working."

There was a long pause as they all regarded each other. Mizore tapped the end of her white stick.

"Could you explain that better?"

"Think of it like a poison. In high doses, you come under our control immediately. But we are always poisonous. If I want everyone in this room to like me, they shall like me. Maybe not immediately, but with enough exposure, it will happen without fail."

Mizore glanced at Kurumu.

"So… if Kurumu wants us all to be friends-"

"I've suspected for a long time that her powers are not linked to sight. I've heard that she's charmed using touch and sound. Men and women."

"There is no race entirely immune to our allure. Only those with succubi blood can resist the subtle charm we perpetuate. And if we strongly desire to, we can force our will upon other succubi."

Kurumu shuddered at the thought of Fujisaki. He had fought back against her will effortlessly, perhaps implying that he had succubi blood. She knew Mrs. Shuzen whom admitted to drinking succubi blood had summarily shut her out.

"Are you suggesting Tsukune would hate me after drinking my blood?"

"That would never happen."

"I admire the quickness of your reply, young man, but it is a possibility."

"No. The Headmaster would have never suggested that he drink my blood."

"He never suggested that."

"Yes, he did!"

Mizore shook her head.

"No. He gave my blood. He discouraged Tsukune from taking yours."

Kurumu paused, trying to recall that conversation. It happened so long ago.

"He did say I was drawn to you because your blood was familiar."

Kurumu nodded at his words. Had the Headmaster avoided telling her the truth out of concern?

"Has he tried to bite you, Ms. Kurono?"

"Yes. Several times."

Ms. Juunan tapped her cheek thoughtfully.

"That is interesting. Do you long for her blood?"

Tsukune blushed, regarding his meal.

"I… I do think about it now and then."

"Are both of you willing to take the risk that things might be different between you?"

"I know I could never hate Kurumu."

Kurumu squeezed Moka's hand.

"I guess we can do it after he finishes eating."

"Oh, there's no need for that."

Ms. Juunan scooted out of her chair. She slipped behind Tsukune, draping her arms about his neck as she leaned down to press her cheek against the side of his head, causing him to tense up.

"Ms. Juunan?"

"I can give him my blood, which is older and more powerful. It would clean out the charm much more efficiently and we won't have to worry about his baby fangs refusing."

Ms. Juunan purred against Tsukune's throat. Tsukune shifted away with concern.

"I don't understand."

The succubus tugged his shirt aside and bit down on his shoulder. Tsukune gasped, his eyes going wide. Then he made a whimper, followed by a groan. Kurumu blushed in confusion as he continued to make erotic grunts in the next seconds. Moka's hand loosened in hers.

Tsukune gasped out with a breathy expletive. The succubus released his shoulder, gasping as Tsukune collapsed over his plate. Tsukune panted and groaned, his body trembling. Using the back of the chair as a support, Ms. Juunan looked up with an exhausted grin.

"Good thing you wore him out earlier else he'd need a fresh pair of pants."

"When did you become a vampire?"

Ms. Juunan rasped out a laugh at Moka's bewildered inquiry.

"When was I not?"

Kurumu absently squeezed Moka's hand as she watched Tsukune quiver on the remnants of his lunch. Yukari was holding a hand to her breast while Rubi frowned in confusion, looking about for answers. Mizore remained in the shadows with the usual blank expression.

"I thought Mrs. Shuzen didn't have any other vampires to give blood to Tsukune."

"Mmm… you mean for his Rite? She checked my eyes and saw it wouldn't work. Not even a surprise."

"What about Mr. Nagi or Ms. Tara?"

"She wouldn't ask them, Kurumu."

"I thought you said giving him more vampire blood would be a problem."

Ms. Juunan softly chuckled at Yukari's protest.

"I said Shinso blood, little lady. I'm no Shinso."

She took in a steadying breath, raising her head.

"I am Haishi Eki, born of Lady Haishi Kaki. My parents gave me their blood to make me strong."

She stood up tall, rolling her shoulders back to thrust her bosom forward.

"I became a vampire before they realized I was not born one. When my wings came, Lord Haishi felt so ashamed that he brutally murdered my birth mother and sold me to Buyouken. He assured me that I was no daughter of his. For all I know, he told the truth."

"But wouldn't your vampire blood also risk him becoming a ghoul?"

"Unlike Mr. Aono, the vampire blood I was given did not take over my succubus blood."

"I never knew you were a vampire."

"My oh my. There are so many things we kept from you girls."

"Is he okay?"

All attention turned to Tsukune whom was still twitching on the table.

"I may have overdid it a little. It's been ages since I've made a young man orgasm."

"His body is also recovering from Ms. Shirayuki's blood."

"Should we cast healing spells on him?"

Ms. Juunan giggled, stepping away from the back of the chair.

"By all means."

Yukari grabbed Rubi by the arm and guided the older witch around the table. Upon reaching Tsukune, Yukari directed Rubi to get on his other side. With some gestures the pair formed a diamond pattern against their bosoms before swinging their fingers down to touch upon his back.

Tsukune gasped, sitting up straight. He shook his head, reaching up to pull the bean sprouts off his cheek. He looked confused as he regarded the table.

"Tsukune?"

Kurumu glanced aside when his eyes swept up to her under the sound of his name. There was something different about his gaze. It was like all the confidence had been stripped away from his desire, leaving this wistful hunger. His attention drifted away.

"Moka."

"Yes, Tsukune?"

"I'm in your house, right?"

Yukari grabbed him by his shoulder.

"Do you know what day it is?"

He frowned at the witch.

"Um… I know it's August. Like the fourteenth."

"The fourteenth is tomorrow."

Yukari touched his temple with her other hand, causing him to draw back sharply.

"What are you doing?"

Yukari withdrew her hand, clenching it in a fist. His eyes glanced aside with a blush.

"And why are you in your pajamas?"

Yukari glanced down and let out a small laugh. Lowering her arm to cover the dark bumps which could be noticed through the cream fabric, the witch gestured to the shadows.

"Do you know Ms. Shirayuki?"

Tsukune swept his eyes over to Mizore.

"Of course I know…"

He frowned, prompting Mizore to cock her head.

"I… Ms. Shirayuki. From class."

He bowed his head with cheeks flushed.

"We're… friends. Right. Mizore."

Mizore glanced up from Tsukune.

"Can a succubus make people like other people?"

"A succubus can do anything she wants."

There was a subtle dip in temperature despite how far away Mizore was from Kurumu. She felt her heart twist in her chest as she shook her head.

"No! He is friends with Mizore."

Yukari help up a hand sharply, turning to regard Kurumu.

"Don't say a word! You have to show restraint!"

"But Yukari!"

"Do you know this woman?"

Tsukune looked over at Rubi, whom smiled sheepishly at him.

"Yes. She's the young woman we met on the trip. That was right after my birth-"

Tsukune turned crimson. He shot up to his feet, knocking the chair over. He turned and bowed deeply towards Kurumu.

"I am so sorry, Moka!"

Kurumu clutched her chest, shaking her head.

"I don't understand."

"I have been doing things I should not be doing, Moka. I am very sorry."

It hurt. Kurumu clenched her teeth and fist as her shoulders stiffened.

"Could you clarify what things?"

Tsukune flinched from Yukari's inquiry.

"That would be too embarrassing."

"And this is too confusing. If you needed to apologize, it would be to Kurumu."

Tsukune flinched again.

"I… yes… I do owe her an apology too."

"And we still don't understand what you're apologizing for."

Tsukune's fists tightened at his sides as he kept his head bowed.

"I… I saw Rubi's… everything."

Rubi blushed as Yukari sighed heavily.

"That's not your fault that this idiot doesn't own panties and asked you to whip her with a crop."

Tsukune paused with a swallow.

"I… I've slept with Mizore while she was naked."

Yukari frowned at the shadows which steadily became colder.

"When did this happen?"

Moka squeezed Kurumu's hand with a sigh.

"It's not as serious as it sounds. At least I hope not."

"Have you had sex with her?"

Tsukune shook his head vehemently.

"No! It's…"

"Molested her?"

"No!"

"Admired her body?"

There was a pause.

"… I'm so sorry!"

Ms. Juunan giggled, shaking her head.

"He is a healthy young man, little lady. It would be unreasonable to expect him not to admire art."

"And it's not really his fault. He was only trying to be nice to Ms. Shirayuki."

"Because Kurumu wanted him to."

Kurumu grimaced in pain at the bitterness in Mizore's voice.

"Please don't say that."

"It's true."

"No, you're wrong. Tsukune would be your friend."

Yukari sighed dramatically.

"I agree with my Moka. This dummy is too nice for his own good."

Kurumu swallowed down her anxiety.

"So there. You don't have to apologize for anything, Tsukune."

He shook his head without lifting up his eyes.

"I'm so sorry. To both of you."

"Now what?"

"I… I'm a failure of a man."

Yukari sighed again.

"And?"

"Yukari!"

"I know my weakness must have caused you so much grief, Moka. And I'm sorry. I never wanted to make you feel alone."

Moka released Kurumu's hand and smiled softly.

"You don't need to apologize for that."

"Yes, I do. I… I betrayed you. And I betrayed Kurumu."

Kurumu grimaced, closing her eyes tight as a sharp pain stabbed through her. She shook her head as tears started to form on her cheeks.

"No. You love me."

"Kurumu, don't!"

She started to bawl from Yukari's sharp demand.

"You love me, Kurumu. I know that. But… I used you. Because I'm weak and it was easy."

The tightness in her chest became unbearable. It smothered her ability to breath and her vision began to recede into darkness.

"I'm sorry. I don't love you."

Moka cried out as Kurumu pitched forward, her head striking the table. And then she felt nothing.

Kurumu sighed, pushing the eject button on her CD player. She had no interest to replay the album a second time tonight. Tugging the disc free from the central button, she closed up her player and reached over the side of the couch to fetch the CD case.

"Feeling better?"

Kurumu glanced up at Moka whom was holding a book in one hand. Kurumu's head was resting in the vampire's creamy thighs as Moka tugged the pink sleeve of her sleep tee back up on her shoulder. The large white cat head stretched with Moka's ample bosom.

Kurumu put the Utada CD back in the case before setting both it and the player on the floor beside the couch. Her tit had slipped out of her black tank top but she felt no need to fix it. She sighed, glancing at the loose gray shorts Moka was wearing. They were looser than the ones Kurumu had on.

"I need more music."

Moka smiled, lowering the book down to Kurumu's shoulder as her other hand fussed through Kurumu's tresses. Kurumu closed her eyes, folding her hands on her belly.

"He's still your friend."

Kurumu grimaced at that thought. Being demoted back to friends hours after fucking him was horrible. It was her fault, but she was simmering with anger. She hated the cruelty of this world.

She had regained consciousness around six, dressed in her current attire and in Moka's care. Moka had tried to discourage her from leaving the room, but Kurumu had felt restless and wanted to at least work in the kitchen. She had reported for duty in these clothes since she had vomited on her maid uniform. Mr. Kondo had humored her, letting her do the dishes.

Kokoa and her girls had been eating dinner. For some reason Antai had joined her in the kitchen, sort of helping her with dishes while talking about her day in Iromori. They had not been able to leave Iromori until two forty because Fukai had fainted from Kokoa's nip during lunch. It had been nice to listen to her.

Kurumu wondered what Moka and Yukari had talked about while she had been out. They had spent a lot of time in the studio with Tsukune, no doubt discussing what they could trust. She had not bothered to visit with him, heading straight back to Moka's suite upon completing her chores.

Yukari had returned to the suite about a half hour ago, changing into her silky blue shirt with the cloud pattern and matching pant. The young witch was sitting on the other side of the couch, copying the article software onto their laptops by moving the setup files on her thumb drive.

"What do you think, Yukari?"

There was a short silence with only the sounds of keys being tapped.

"Has Tsukune broken up with me?"

Yukari sighed among the sounds of mouse clicks and keystrokes.

"It's complicated."

"A yes or no will suffice."

"Fine. No."

Kurumu frowned up at Moka's soft smile. She lifted out of Moka's lap to peer over the couch. The witch had Moka's laptop open and was moving the mouse as she peered intently at the screen.

"No? Why not?"

"For health reasons."

Kurumu managed a weak laugh.

"That's stupid."

Yukari shrugged, glancing up from the screen.

"My judgment concerning you is impaired. I can't support a decision to break the two of you up."

"But that might be for the best."

Yukari glared at her.

"No. You passing out for over three hours is not for the best."

Kurumu sighed, resting her cheek on the back of the couch.

"I don't want to hold him hostage because of my heart."

"What's your opinion, Moka?"

Moka scooted on the couch, pressing to Kurumu's back as she set the book aside. The vampire draped an arm over Kurumu's shoulder while pressing her cheek against the top of Kurumu's head.

"I think Kurumu smells delicious."

Kurumu smirked, feeling the sugary sweetness of Moka's desire pushing inside her.

"I'm being serious, Moka. You've drank Kurumu's blood so you are the least affected by her charm."

Moka sighed, giving Kurumu a gentle squeeze.

"What is genuine?"

"Your feelings towards Kurumu are more genuine than mine or anyone else for that matter."

"I may not be under her charm but this body longs for her blood."

Yukari frowned.

"Well… wouldn't you also feel that way towards Tsukune?"

"I do."

"Would you want me more if you took my blood?"

Moka laughed softly.

"Your blood is too young."

"That's not fair. I can't change when I was born."

"Do you think Tsukune should break up with me?"

Moka sighed against her.

"I want both of you happy."

"Maybe that's not possible."

Yukari snorted.

"Do we even know what will make Tsukune happy?"

"I think he wants to be with Moka."

"Unacceptable."

Kurumu smirked.

"But true."

"Would you start dating him if he broke up with Kurumu?"

"No."

"So breaking up will not result in his happiness. That was my original deduction. That makes me feel better about advising him not to be stupid."

Kurumu lowered her shoulder, baring more of her neck to Moka. She sighed, closing her eyes.

"What did Mizore say about this?"

"Nothing. That baby freaked out when you collapsed and locked herself up in the bathroom of the guest suite. Rubi couldn't get her to come down for dinner."

Kurumu sighed.

"She must hate me."

"She's scared."

"And should be. There was no reason for anybody to like that girl and she damn well knows it."

"That's not true."

"It is true. There's a good chance your charm is the only reason why she had any friends at all."

"Tsukune would have befriended her. That's the type of person he is."

"Yea. Bikiyama had reached out to Mizore before I even knew the girl. And I pushed for Satsuki to be nice to Mizore just as much as I did Nerume."

"But isn't that how your charm works? It's limited to what you believe. You subconsciously knew it would take more time for someone like Satsuki or me to become friends with that jerk. That's why we are more resilient to your suggestions."

Kurumu's heart ached as she made a slight whimper.

"Do you think we're friends, Yukari?"

There was a long pause. Yukari turned back to the computer, clicking the mouse a couple times.

"I'm almost done with your computer, Moka. I'll do Kurumu's next."

"Yukari?"

"I want to believe I'm your friend, Kurumu. You're so nice to me. You talk to me more than anyone else. Even more than my Moka."

She paused again.

"You switched into my class when you could have picked another one. You humored my demands and treated me like an equal when the others wouldn't. I… it would be different if I was your friend and you weren't doing anything for me."

"Yukari argued that you were being very fair with your charm. That you naturally approached things with the belief that you had to win people over."

Yukari thrust a finger up.

"At least for girls. I have no idea how you are approaching the boys. That's why the issue with Tsukune is more complicated than a simple yes or no. You needed him for mating which might have made you push your charm harder than normal."

Kurumu sighed, knowing she had no argument there.

"Yea. Stripping away my charm made it obvious he still wants Moka."

"I agree that he may still harbor some infatuation, but Moka brought up an interesting point. Those under a blood claim often become docile to their owners."

Moka placed a small kiss on Kurumu's shoulder.

"That might be true. But giving him my blood should have diminished that."

Moka placed another kiss at the base of her neck, breathing hotly upon her skin.

"Can you drink my blood?"

Moka laughed at Yukari's request, burying her face in Kurumu's shoulder. She sighed, licking at Kurumu's skin before nuzzling her cheek against the side of Kurumu's head.

"She is considering it, Yukari. But right now, she wants this one."

Kurumu closed her eyes when Moka's fangs sunk in. She mewled as her body tensed up. Moka had pinched that lovely nerve which made her insides tingle with pleasure. She barely noticed the slight drain as her attention focused on the pulsing of her heart which kept rhythm to the jolts of ecstasy assaulting her erogenous zones.

Kurumu whimpered when Moka withdrew her fangs, panting heavily against her. She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together as she felt on the brink of another juicy orgasm. She bit her lip as she trembled.

"When will you make me yours?"

Moka sighed, squeezing Kurumu.

"You are young. Maybe a tiny nip on your birthday?"

"I won't forget."

Kurumu groaned, wanting to finish herself. She swallowed dryly.

"What does she want to do with Tsukune?"

"She has no desire to date him."

Yukari sighed dramatically.

"That is a problem."

Kurumu could only manage an inquisitive sound as she shivered. Moka was placing gentle kisses on her shoulder and neck which burned like fire.

"If we ever do figure a way to separate this Moka from the other one, he's not going to pick the seal. His attraction is to the vampire, not some spell or spirit borrowing this body."

Moka's kisses stopped. Kurumu could feel the vampire's heartbeat against her back as she opened her eyes to regard the witch. Yukari had opened up Kurumu's laptop and was booting it up.

"Are you sure?"

Yukari nodded at Moka's worried remark.

"I'm assuming the original Moka will retain her vampire body. Most people are attracted to the physical attributes of a potential lover. It's only over time that they grow to love the person within the body."

Kurumu took a deep breath, reaching down to rub between her thighs. She whimpered, using her whole palm in an effort to satisfy this ache.

"Are you playing with yourself?"

Kurumu mewled with a slight nod. Yukari laughed softly with a slight shake of her head.

"I think it's a fact that Tsukune won't feel attracted to whatever body we put this other Moka into."

"I don't think Tsukune is that shallow."

"It's not a matter of being shallow. It's difficult to regard the two of you as separate individuals. You're like identical twins. Only the personality is different."

"But twins are separate people."

"Putting you into a different body would destroy the idea of twins. It won't be the same. He will choose the vampire Moka."

Kurumu gasped out as her whole body twitched. Panting, she removed her damp hand to rub it against her tank top.

"That didn't take long."

Kurumu purred in satisfaction as she nuzzled against the couch. With hazy eyes she regarded Yukari.

"Would you choose the vampire Moka?"

"I would like to examine the option of merging. Maybe there's a way we can move this program or soul inside of the vampire Moka. That must be as easy as moving her somewhere else."

"But then she would not be her own person."

Yukari sighed with exasperation.

"All the theories about her suggest she was never meant to be her own person. I can't speak for Tsukune but I know I don't want to be forced to make a choice between the two."

"But that's how life is, Yukari. We sometimes have to make a choice between two things we love."

"Which Moka would you choose?"

There was a loud knock at the suite door.

"Moka! Mother wants you and Kurumu to visit her in her room."

Moka perked up at the sound of Kokoa's voice. Kurumu frowned as the vampire slipped off the couch.

"I don't want to move. I'm supposed to be kissed and cuddled after cumming."

"We can do that after seeing what Mother wants."

Kurumu whined, swinging her legs off the couch as Moka started for the door. She glanced at her shorts to confirm there was no visible signs of her arousal before getting to her feet.

"I'm expecting an answer, Kurumu."

"Unlike you, I have no issue loving Hatsue for more than her body."

"My love for my Moka is pure."

"Pure lust."

Yukari sighed as Kurumu walked around the couch. Moka lingered at the door.

"I like this Moka too. But the other Moka is everything she is and more."

Kurumu paused.

"Because she's trapped, Yukari. And we need to find a way to set them both free."

Yukari pursed her lips in thought as Kurumu gestured to Moka before resuming towards the door. Taking the cue, Moka tugged open the door and stepped into the swing.

"You two are taking forever."

Kokoa stood out in the hall, wearing that white, spaghetti strap tank top which hung dangerously off her shoulders. The dark blue shorts about her rump was loose but had a high enough cut to bare most of her thighs. She had already let her reddish hair down and had her arms crossed about her chest.

Taniguchi was standing off to the side wearing a soft, sleeveless shirt with puppies frolicking about. This came with a matching pant which ended halfway up the girl's thighs. She had her toffee colored tresses fully down, including the wavy locks behind her ears which normally were braided.

"Nice puppies."

Taniguchi smirked as Moka closed the door behind them.

"Ms. Antai made the same remark."

"I like puppies."

Kurumu smiled, shaking her head.

"So what does your mother want?"

"I don't know. She looked into my eyes a few minutes ago and probably saw something she doesn't like or requires you to do something. I'm guessing that's why she wanted me to bring Nagisa too."

"Is your mother going to read my fortune?"

Kokoa pawed at Taniguchi's arm.

"She's not a fortune teller. It's a precaution she does to keep us safe."

"We shouldn't keep her waiting."

Kurumu nodded, following after Moka whom had started across the open balcony through the foyer. The other girls quickly fell in step with her.

"How often does your mother do this?"

"It depends on how often she's home. It can be once a week or every other week."

"Should I be worried?"

Kurumu smiled, shaking her head.

"It's not harmful. It can feel intense, but I've never had any issues with it."

"It's important that you do exactly what Mother says if you want the best results."

Taniguchi nodded as they crossed into the hall on the other side of the estate. They walked by a door on the left which opened into that bar or study or whatever the hell they called it. It was always locked up so Kurumu had never been inside. Moka knocked on the door in the center of this hall on the right side.

"Now I'm feeling intimidated."

"Mrs. Shuzen is always intimidating."

"I don't think so."

"Mother! I'm here with Kokoa and the other two girls you requested."

Kurumu had been inside the master suite once before and it was luxurious. There were three chandeliers in the room and a fireplace in the center of the far wall across from the entrance door. A white leather semicircle couch laden with expensive cushions faced the fireplace. Four matching armchairs were spaced between the couch and the fireplace with two on each side of the black glass table in the center of the room. Small ebony wood tables with black glass tops flanked these chairs.

Paintings lined the wall on both sides of the fireplace and filled up the entire right wall. The left wall was mostly glass windows and a set of doors which opened onto the balcony. Heavy cream curtains with gold sashes blotted out the evening outside. There was only one black door on the right corner of the far wall which opened into Mrs. Shuzen's bedroom. The matching feature on the left corner was for a closet.

Ms. Juunan was seated in one of the armchairs wearing a silver nightgown. She smiled at them, lifting a glass filled with wine and giving it a slight shake. She proceeded to take a hearty swallow from the glass as they walked around the large couch to address the occupant in the center of it.

Mrs. Shuzen was leaned back in the cushions with one knee resting on the other. She was swathed in a silky scarlet robe with a gold sash and hem. The woman held an empty wine glass to her bosom while her other hand clutched the bottle beside her hip. She smiled upon them with confidence.

"I understand you had quite an emotional day, Ms. Kurono. Would you care for a drink?"

Kurumu shook her head as she clasped her hands at her waist.

"I'm fine."

"As we all are."

Mrs. Shuzen took in a deep breath as she poured herself out another glass.

"Um… Mrs. Shuzen. You called for me."

"Yes. Kneel down in front of me."

Mrs. Shuzen uncrossed her legs as she scooted forward to the front of the couch. As the vampire took a long pull from her glass, Taniguchi nervously knelt down beside Mrs. Shuzen's knee. The vampire shook her head, holding up the bottle.

"Between my legs, Ms. Taniguchi. As you would a lover."

Taniguchi blushed as Mrs. Shuzen emptied the rest of the glass into her mouth. As the young woman complied, Mrs. Shuzen glanced over at Kokoa.

"Put the bottle and glass on the table for me."

"Yes, Mother."

Kokoa relieved Mrs. Shuzen of both items. As she followed her mother's instructions, Mrs. Shuzen took in a deep breath and caressed both of Taniguchi's temples.

"Pretty girl. Pretty eyes."

There was a long moment where neither moved. Not even their chests betrayed any sign of breathing. Mrs. Shuzen pulled back slightly as Taniguchi gasped. The woman closed her eyes, sliding one hand up to run through Taniguchi's hair.

"You can't go home, Ms. Taniguchi. Inform Ms. Fukuda that she will purchase another ticket for this girl."

"Understood."

Ms. Juunan set her glass down on the table, getting to her feet. She sashayed off for the door.

"What do you mean I can't go home?"

"I mean that you will be spending the rest of your summer with my daughter."

"But I told my family I would be back by Thursday."

"I will have Ms. Ohno contact your parents to inform them of the change in plans. You will return to school with my daughter on the twenty eighth."

"But I have tennis-"

"Your club will not benefit from you being there."

Taniguchi rubbed the locks behind her ears.

"I don't think I'm that bad at tennis."

"I'm sending you with Kokoa and those other three girls to Hawaii."

"Hawaii?!"

Mrs. Shuzen smiled up at Kokoa.

"Yes. Ms. Fukuda will act as your escort."

Kokoa let out a small squeal of glee as she hopped on her toes.

"I can't run off to Hawaii. I don't have my schoolwork."

"That's not a problem, Nagisa. We share homeroom, so it won't be hard at all to do your homework."

Mrs. Shuzen straightened up as Kokoa continued to bounce with excitement.

"Kokoa. You will be drinking from each of your girls once on this trip. Only once, starting with the little redhead on the day you check in at the resort."

Kokoa grinned broadly with an exuberant nod.

"Yes, Mother!"

"Make sure she follows that advice to the letter, Ms. Taniguchi. She can't draw blood again from that girl until the first day of school."

"Is there something wrong with Ms. Akegawa?"

Mrs. Shuzen smirked, caressing Taniguchi's temple.

"My daughter needs to pace herself with taking blood from you girls. The last thing I need is for another daughter to go wild."

"Would I need a limiter?"

"Calm yourself, child. I won't see you again before you return to school. I need you to stay out of a situation that might develop on campus. Do not get involved in your sister's Newspaper Club."

"Why not?"

"I want you to focus on your studies and become stronger with these young women. It would be wise to train them how to use their natural talents."

"Okay… how do I train four girls with entirely different powers?"

"You can ask the Headmaster for advice on that. I'm sure he can find something for you to do."

Kokoa offered a hand to Taniguchi. The Undine smiled, graciously taking the assistance to stand up.

"Mother. Are you sending me away because something is wrong?"

Mrs. Shuzen snorted with a shake of her head.

"No. I'm sending you away because my baby doesn't deserve to spend her summer bored in this Estate. Ms. Fukuda made most of the arrangements today at the airport when we saw Kahlua off. She will have the funds to buy swimsuits for your friends and anything else if needs be."

"Yea… but I wouldn't mind spending more time with Moka… and you."

"I have other plans for the doll. And as for time spent with me, the most I could offer you is a few hours next weekend. Hardly enough reason to waste the rest of your summer."

"But Mother-"

"The matter is closed and there is nothing left to discuss. You may return to your room."

Kokoa sighed. She bowed her head slightly.

"Yes, Mother."

Taniguchi tugged on Kokoa's hand and the two started for the door.

"I bet Ms. Antai will flip out when she hears this."

"I hope the others don't mind spending their birthdays in Hawaii."

"I doubt Ms. Fukai would notice if we spent her birthday in an airport."

The two exited the room, making the room feel empty. Kurumu took in a deep breath, turning her attention back to Mrs. Shuzen. The vampire was staring off behind them.

"Mrs. Shuzen?"

Crimson eyes turned up.

"Yes. I believe I'm ready for you now."

Kurumu smiled nervously, glancing at Moka.

"Would you rather do Moka first?"

"I believe I informed you that my gaze does not work through her seal."

Kurumu laughed sheepishly.

"Oh. Right. I thought you called her in for some reason."

Mrs. Shuzen smirked.

"I thought you would feel more comfortable in the company of your lover."

Kurumu and Moka both blushed.

"Come here."

Mrs. Shuzen gestured for Kurumu to approach. Having seen Taniguchi do it moments ago, Kurumu lightly stepped over between Mrs. Shuzen's knees and knelt down. There was a strong aroma of alcohol about the vampire whom smirked at her before touching her temple.

"Such an obedient girl. If I had not promised you to Kokoa, I would want you in my fold."

Kurumu smiled as Mrs. Shuzen's other hand came up to brush through the locks about her ear. The first hand slipped under Kurumu's chin, nudging her to look up. Kurumu peered into those pools of crimson, sinking inside this glimpse into her future. She felt more relaxed about this than she ever had before.

Kurumu gasped out a breath she had not been aware she was holding. Mrs. Shuzen's eyes were turned up to regard Moka, though her hands continued to caress her locks.

"Now to discuss the plans I have with you. There is a high probability that a young girl in our Happily Ever After program shall be abducted this coming week."

"What does that have to do with us?"

"The problem is that we can't trust the agents in Okinawa to help her. When Lord Kamiya discovers the truth about this girl, he will kill her."

"Lord Kamiya? Isn't he a Region Commander?"

Mrs. Shuzen took in a sharp breath, scooting back in the cushions of the couch. Kurumu stood back up to allow Mrs. Shuzen to cross her knees.

"Yes. Bring me the bottle and glass."

Moka nodded, complying with the demand.

"I saw it clearly in his eyes when I spoke with him last night. If I do nothing, he will cross paths with this girl and he will kill her. I saw the way her body will look. It will be exactly the same as Ms. Sugawara's."

Moka frowned as she handed the bottle and glass over to Mrs. Shuzen.

"The girl whose funeral we attended."

"The same. When I realized this, I looked into Ms. Fukuda's eyes to see if she could handle the situation. It seems if I send her or Sho, nothing shall be resolved with Lord Kamiya."

"What do you mean by that?"

"We've known for some time that Lord Rokurou has agents whom monitor the Okinawa airport. If he learns of their involvement, the situation will remain neutral. At most, Sho or Ms. Fukuda would safely return Ms. Otonashi to her caretakers."

"Otonashi? Why is that name familiar?"

"She's an alumni from Yokai Academy. It is possible that she may have made an impression on some of your upperclassmen."

Kurumu glanced up at Moka with wide eyes.

"Lady Otonashi. Ginei's Lady Otonashi."

Moka nodded enthusiastically.

"I trust this means you would be willing to help."

"Why is she all the way out in Okinawa? I thought she was an orphan."

Mrs. Shuzen waved her hand dismissively.

"I would have to see her full file in Niigata to answer that. We had to stop by the Fukuoka region office after seeing Kahlua off to confirm whom this girl was. We are fortunate to have a copy of her application to Happily Ever After. It seems she was assigned to a human couple whom run a bed and breakfast."

Kurumu nodded, glancing up as the door opened. Ms. Juunan grinned as she strolled into the room with two more wine bottles.

"So what is it that you want resolved with Lord Kamiya?"

Mrs. Shuzen smiled as she poured herself another glass.

"I saw one possibility of his future which intrigued me. It was only a moment, and I was unsure what I could do to make it come about."

She grinned darkly.

"But I found my answer. If I send your silly Newspaper Club, I can give Lord Kamiya what he deserves."

Crimson eyes burned as she sipped from her glass.

"His death."