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New Semester
Damon smiled, curling himself around Mizore more tightly, Mizore letting out her usual whimper and curling into him. He gently stroked a hand over her back, smiling as she hummed pleasantly. He loved hearing the noises she made. Even the ones that were only from the feeling of making physical contact with him. A knock disturbed his thoughts and he sighed heavily. He sniffed and found it was Ruby, but he could smell something extremely unpleasant in her hands.
"I'm not drinking that," Damon said. "It smells toxic." He began to cough into his elbow, turning his head away so he wouldn't cough on Mizore.
"You're drinking it," Mizore said, leaving no room for argument. "We can't be together if you can't leave Hell without freezing to death."
Damon sighed and nodded. "Fine. but I'm not leaving this bed."
Mizore smiled and kissed him before standing and walking over to the door, not bothering to get dressed. Damon sighed, sitting up and waiting. Mizore opened the door and Ruby "eeped" in surprise, seeing both of them completely naked. She quickly stepped inside and Mizore closed the door again, walking back over to sit beside Damon, leaning on his shoulder.
"This potion's not going to make touching her feel any different, right?" Damon asked.
Ruby's face turned scarlet before she cleared her throat, understanding what he was actually asking. "Uh, no. The physical sensations from hot and cold, respectively, will still be the same. The only difference is that Mizore won't need her sucker to be in the heat, even during summer, and Damon won't need to worry about freezing to death being outside of Hell. Obviously, neither of you can go to each other's homes, still, and ice will still be as deadly to Damon as before, but climates like the Academy's will be safe for both of you. Mizore should be safe in temperatures up to about thirty five degrees Celsius, or ninety five degrees Fahrenheit, though to be safe, she should try to stay under twenty seven degrees Celsius, or about eighty one degrees Fahrenheit. And Damon, you will be able to survive up until about freezing, so thirty two degrees Fahrenheit, or zero degrees Celsius."
"But touching her skin will still sting?" Damon asked.
"And touching his will still burn?" Mizore asked.
"Yes," Ruby nodded.
Both held out their hand and she handed them their potions, both drinking it while Ruby shamelessly admired their bodies, though mostly Damon's. Damon gagged on his almost instantly, but forced it down. Mizore seemed to handle hers better than his, however, and when he raised an eyebrow at her, she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Girls are tougher than boys," Mizore said. "We don't gag as easy."
"Good to know," Damon grinned. "I'll have to remember to test that later."
Mizore rolled her eyes, kissing him, and both sighed contentedly as the usual sting and burn of contact radiated through them. After a few seconds, Mizore pulled back, smiling, then looked to Ruby. "I think she's earned a reward."
Damon sighed rolling his eyes. "I guess. I can't believe you're forcing me into a polygamous relationship with you two."
"I can't believe I have to," Mizore countered. "I thought you were a devil."
"Touché," Damon said before turning to Ruby and holding his hand out.
She walked over nervously and accepted his hand and he pulled her over to straddle his lap. She gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, then moaned as his lips met hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth immediately to coax hers into playing a bit. She leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulled him tighter against her. He smiled slightly at her reaction, allowing her to enjoy their kiss for a couple of minutes before pulling away. Ruby whined in disappointment but didn't try to continue.
"I was hoping it would last longer than that," Ruby pouted.
Damon rolled his eyes, giving her another quick kiss before pulling back. "Don't complain or else that'll be the last time we kiss. I'll let you have one whenever I feel so inclined to. If you want more than that, you know what you have to do."
Ruby nodded. "I'm trying."
"I know," Damon said. "Now get off of me so I can get dressed. We're going to be late for class if we don't get going."
Ruby nodded but instead of standing, she lunged, kissing him again. Damon's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could react, one way or the other, Ruby pulled back.
"Sorry," Ruby said. "It's just, you taste really good. Like hot chocolate, and roasted jalapeño almonds, and kinky sex."
"Okay, first, ew," Damon said. "Who eats jalapeño almonds? And secondly, by kinky sex, are you tying to say I taste like shit?"
"No!" Ruby gasped. "It's just that kissing you makes me think of being dominated, and the most wonderful, exquisitely pleasurable pain!"
"So, like the orgasm you let Tsukune give you?" Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ruby squeaked in surprise and embarrassment. "It was an accident! I swear!"
"Mhm, sure," Damon said. "I think it sounds like you're a whore who doesn't care who punishes you as long as you can get off to it, and will accept an orgasm from pretty much anyone. Which is, of course, cheating, and deserves a punishment."
"No!" Ruby pleaded. "I would never cheat...on..." her eyes narrowed in suspicion as Damon and Mizore both smirked, raising an eyebrow. Finally, her face flushed scarlet again. "W-Well...i-if you believe so, then...of c-course, you're right, Master. P-Please punish me thoroughly."
"Alright," Damon said, slipping his left hand under her skirt and pressing his index finger to her clit while his other hand swiped a finger through the air before snapping.
Instantly, Ruby's gasp of surprise at him actually touching her turned into a cry of pain and pleasure as she fell sideways onto the bed, squirming and pressing her hands to her throbbing womanhood, moaning loudly. Damon stood, Mizore watching Ruby in interest for a few seconds before also standing.
"That spell's one that my species used to use to punish Succubi who annoyed us," Damon said, pulling his pants up. "You won't be able to orgasm until I end the spell, but it will give you constant pleasure starting from where it is and getting more and more intense until the spell ends. Don't worry. I'll end the spell before it breaks your mind, or kills you." He finished buttoning his jacket and looked over to Mizore as she pulled her shirt on. Then, he walked over, kissing Ruby for a moment before standing up, smirking. "Enjoy your punishment. See you after school. You can stay in here for today."
Mizore also kissed Ruby before following Damon out of the room and to their first class, which they were already late to. Damon began to once again not pay much attention to his teacher. He was paying enough to follow along, but his mind was mostly focused on his summer break. After they'd dealt with Kanade, they'd had a nice vacation. They'd stayed at the inn for most of it, helping clean up, then helping advertise again to make up for the bill of the repairs. During that time, Damon had figured out that Gin was in love with San, but was too afraid to tell her, and he was pretty sure Kurumu knew too. He hadn't told anyone, as much as he would have liked to, but he had threatened Gin that if Gin ever spied on, molested, or otherwise acted like a creep to any of the girls of the school, Damon would tell San that Gin was in love with her, but that he'd been molesting girls in the school to distract himself from it, effectively making her feel guilty for Gin's actions. However, if Gin ever did those things to Mizore again, Damon would tell Marin, who would kill him. She'd proven just how terrifying she could be, despite being human, multiple times during their stay, all of which were directed at Gin.
The bell rang and Damon stood, leaving to his next class, only to stop in the hallway, staring at a boy, probably a first-year, with black hair in a long ponytail, and a traditional, old-fashioned Chinese clothing, and all but reeked of power and magic, to the level of only one species. As Damon watched, the boy turned, staring directly at him and narrowing his eyes. The boy turned, walking toward him and several of the other students around him sensed his Supernatural Energy beginning to rage like he was about to fight, so Damon turned, walking forward to meet him, his own power spiking and sending the students around them scrambling to get out of the way.
"Fire Devil!" the boy snarled, opening a pouch at his waist and holding out a hand, coins flowing up into it and sticking together, edge to edge, with magic, forming a jian in seconds.
"Yasha," Damon spat onto the floor and grimaced. "I'm going to give you only one warning. You do not want to do this. You're nothing but a child who probably hasn't even grasped his own abilities yet, let along your species as a whole, or the difference between your species and mine."
"You species pushed mine to the brink of extinction!" the boy seethed.
"Exactly," Damon said. "So what makes you think you have the power to do anything about it?"
"I'll slaughter you!" the boy seethed. "And then I'll find your kind's current king and kill him! Then, during the chaos, my kind can take over again!"
"That's not a bad plan," Damon said, drawing himself up and all but shining with an aura of power and authority. "But I'll save you the trouble. I am the Fire Devil King. And I'm not afraid of a toy sword made of coins."
The boy's eyes widened before he lunged, stabbing at Damon. Damon's scales formed instantly, but the blade was only aimed to graze, and sliced through his scales as easily as skin. Damon's eyes widened as the boy retracted and readied himself. Damon reached up to his scratch as every student in the hallway held their breaths in terror, all inching away from the pair. Damon pulled his fingers away, seeing a drop of blood on them before raising his eyes back to the boy. Just as he began to tremble in rage, envisioning what the hallway would look like with the boy repainting it, Mizore stepped up behind the boy, her claws pressing against his neck.
"Enough," Mizore said coldly. "Put it away, or I slit your throat."
He turned his head to glare back at her and his hand began to flip the coin sword around to stab at her, only for him to find himself held in the air over Damon by the throat, his coins bouncing across the floor. Then, Damon slammed him back into the floor, cratering it as flames flicked out of his mouth.
"You're dead you little brat!" Damon snarled, only for a hand to grab him by the face, lifting him up off of the boy, his eyes finding Inner Moka glaring at him.
"You're not killing a child in the middle of the school," she said icily. "You're lucky you're in the right here, or I'd have kicked you. Now calm yourself down."
Damon took a long breath and nodded. She released him and turned, pressing her foot into the boy's throat.
"You, on the other hand, will not be pulling a stunt like that again, or I won't be saving you next time," Moka snarled. "Get this through your head. Damon would destroy you in a single punch if he wanted to. And if you ever attempt to attack Mizore again, he won't be the only one to destroy you. Now get the fuck out of here."
She removed her foot and turned to walk away as the boy collected his coins into a sword again.
"So you're supposed to be the king, and yet you let some lowly vampire tell you what to do?" the boy asked, Damon ignoring him. "I guess you really are just dirty lizard vermin after all."
Damon spun, scales encasing his hand as he drove his claws at the boy's face, his tail suddenly holding the boy's sword arm out of the way. However, before his strike could reach the boy, the Headmaster had the boy in an arm bar, bending him forward at the waist, and the bus driver was holding Damon's arm with one hand, keeping it immobile, even after Damon tried to pull it back.
"You will not be starting that war again in this Academy," the Headmaster snarled, his usual smile gone and his eyes shining dangerously from under his hood. "If you two cannot keep from fighting, the two of you will be expelled. Is that understood?"
"Completely," Damon said, eyes flicking to the bus driver, whose face was completely emotionless, and whose eyes somehow seemed to shine with even more danger than the Headmaster's.
"Fang-Fang Huang?" the Headmaster asked the boy.
"I understand," the boy said. "No trying to exterminate the iguana."
Damon's eye twitched, but he allowed his scales and claws to recede. The bus driver released his hand and Damon stared at him.
"I never would have guessed that you, of all people, were..." he trailed off, smirking. "It explains a lot though, I suppose."
The bus driver grinned, lighting a cigarette and turned, walking away. Damon glared at Fang-Fang one last time before turning and walking away with Moka and Mizore. Once they'd reached Mizore's next class, Damon gave her a quick kiss before leaving for his own. A few hours later, he headed to the Newspaper Club's room for lunch, finding the others all there, discussing Fang-Fang's interactions with Tsukune, apparently asking for his hand in marriage, and also his fight with Damon.
"There you are!" Kurumu said. "What the fuck happened before? How'd he cut your scales?"
"I got cocky and left myself open to an attack, and he made me eat my words," Damon said. "His magic's powerful, as I should have known it would be. There's a reason they were one of the two races of demons that the Fire Devils had to use underhanded tactics to defeat."
"Are you stronger than him?" Mizore asked.
"Him, yes," Damon said. "Easily. An adult, though, that would be interesting."
"So, who is he?" Moka asked.
"Fang-Fang Huang," Damon said. "His father leads the most powerful of China's Mafia crime families. When he asked you to join his family, Tsukune, that's probably what he meant."
"That's right," Fang-Fang said, stepping into the room. "I didn't expect to find you in a club. I guess everyone has to slum sometimes."
"You know, kid, you're about one smart comment away from me seeing if I can rearrange that girly boy face of yours to make you look like a boy instead of a girl," Damon snarled.
"Why are you here?" Moka asked, not pleased to see him, but trying to avoid a fight.
"I'm here to extend my offer to Tsukune again," Fang-Fang said. "You recently took out an evil yakuza group in the human world, right? And then after that, you battled and defeated a Fairy Tale HQ? That's the kind of power my family needs. Aside from you, I haven't met any talent at all. Except the vermin, but my family doesn't slum that low."
"I'm not interested," Tsukune said. "I have no interest in joining the mafia, especially if you're going to treat my friends like that."
"Friends!?" Fang-Fang scoffed. "You have friends!?"
"Yeah, and what of it?" Damon growled.
"How long did it take you to brainwash them into thinking you cared?" Fang-Fang asked.
"He didn't have to brainwash anyone," Mizore said, slipping her hand into his. "Damon's been a loyal friend to us. Even if he hates to admit it."
Fang-Fang rolled his eyes, all three of them. Damon blinked, staring at the third eye that had opened on Fang-Fang's forehead, then pulled Mizore behind himself, forming his scales.
"Relax, vermin," Fang-Fang snorted. "I'm not interested in you or your bestiality-loving whore of a girlfriend."
Suddenly, everyone in the room was holding back Damon, including Gin.
"You'll be expelled!" Gin reminded him.
"Whoop-de-fucking-do!" Damon snapped. "Let me at the little brat! I'll wring his fucking neck!"
"Do not make me take off Moka's rosary!" Tsukune warned.
Damon stopped struggling, taking several breaths to calm himself before they released him. Moka had come a very long way with the technique he'd taught her. She hadn't mastered it like Tsukune, but she was close.
"So you are afraid of her," Fang-Fang smirked.
"So should you be," Damon snarled.
"Anyway, I'm here for Tsukune," Fang-Fang said, raising his sword, which had a slip of paper with a symbol on the end. "I challenge you a fight, Tsukune. If I win, you have to join the Huang family."
"A summoning technique?" Yukari asked.
"He's a Yasha," Damon said. "A demon who specializes in magic. Especially summoning."
"That's right," Fang-Fang smirked. "I can't choose what I summon, so there are occasional flaws."
"Like I said, you haven't even grasped your own power yet," Damon said.
Just then, a massive serpent with several sets of wings along its body appeared behind Fang-Fang, lunging at Tsukune and exploding out through the wall, Fang-Fang hopping onto his back as Tsukune fled. Damon sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his eyes.
"Should we help?" Mizore asked.
"Probably," Damon sighed. "Not that he needs it. Although, it would give me the chance to beat the shit out of that brat."
"You're not getting yourself expelled," Mizore said.
Damon sighed. "Fine. We'll just go watch then."
She nodded and they dropped out of the hole and followed Tsukune and Fang-Fang.
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