"Beneath the cursed moon, monster fought monster — and a girl's heart bled silver."
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The rooftop of Mishima Academy trembled under the weight of supernatural power. Storm clouds churned overhead, blood red moon hanging low like a voyeur in heat.
Tachibana lay bound in chain-silk, arms above her head, body covered in bruises and torn lace. Her skirt barely clung to her hips, stockings ripped, and her eyes wide with fury and fear.
The Mistress of Rosaria stood over her, curvaceous, sadistic, beautiful — the kind of beautiful that made men offer their souls before realizing it was already being sucked out.
Her skin was pale velvet, her lips wine-red and dripping with blood.
She had no shame. Her cleavage was one heartbeat away from spilling out of her black leather corset.
And her sword — forged from a thousand vampire contracts and dipped in cursed blood — pulsed with hunger.
"I'll enjoy making you scream," the Mistress whispered to Tachibana, licking her finger and slowly tracing it down the girl's throat. "You're a rare bloodline. You deserve a slow awakening."
Tachibana whimpered, tugging against the chains. "Don't touch me, you freak—!"
The Mistress leaned down, her chest pressing against Tachibana's as she purred, "But you're already wet with fear."
A sudden explosion of roof tiles stopped everything.
The entrance door blew off its hinges. A figure walked through the smoke — shirtless, fanged, glowing like a demon who moonlighted as a personal trainer for succubi.
Machio Araki.
Hair wild. Pants barely hanging on. Eyes glowing with the red fire of someone who clicked "yes" on every system prompt without reading.
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> [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Emergency Battle Mode Engaged — "Heartless Code"
Morality Locked: OFF
Pervert Limit: REMOVED
Target: Mistress Velluna
Special Technique Available: "HEARTLESS HAMMER TITTY SMASH"
Bonus XP if applied with backflip and groin exposure.
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The Mistress raised a brow. "The panty thief returns."
Machio grinned, sharp and vicious. "Yeah. And I brought trauma."
He crouched — and vanished.
She barely raised her sword in time. Machio's clawed hand collided with it in mid-air, and the impact shattered the sky.
A shockwave of red and black energy tore through the rooftop. Lightning split the heavens. Screams echoed from distant demons.
Tiles exploded. The entire gym tower rocked.
Machio flipped backward from the impact, sliding into a landing on one knee. His chest was heaving, sigils glowing across his body like cursed tattoos. His clawed fingers pulsed with energy.
The Mistress floated a few inches above the ground, lips curled. Her wings flapped slowly, breasts bouncing with each movement, red petals swirling around her naked thighs.
"You're faster," she admitted. "More brutal. That… turns me on."
She licked her lips and vanished into mist — reappearing behind him.
Her blade shot toward his back.
He spun, ducking low, sweeping his leg out — knocking her feet from under her.
As she fell, he slammed his claw across her bust. Her corset strained violently, cleavage bursting from the impact as she cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure.
> [Bonus Hit: Vampiric Jug Slam — x2 Multiplier!]
The Mistress growled. "You insolent brat!"
They clashed again.
Claws vs. blade. Knee strikes vs. teleport slashes. Machio moved faster than a blur now. His body twisted inhumanly, ducking low and launching upward, ripping through her defenses.
He grabbed her by the hips and suplexed her into the air.
As she flipped helplessly, he launched himself after her mid-air.
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> [SYSTEM UPDATE: Killer Instinct Lv. 3 UNLOCKED]
"Attack Weak Point for Massive Disrespect?"
Options:
[YES]
[YES WHILE GROPING]
[YES WHILE YELLING SOMETHING STUPID]
> You selected: YES WHILE GROPING
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"Eat this, vampire MILF—HEARTLESS HAMMER TECHNIQUE: SPINNING BOOB CRATER!"
He flipped mid-air, and slammed his clawed foot straight into her chest, knocking her downward like a missile.
The Mistress crashed into the rooftop, breasts bouncing comically as she let out a violent gasp. The crater she made smoked with red mist.
Tachibana moaned from the sidelines, panting. Still chained. Still watching.
The heat between her thighs was growing unbearable.
"That idiot… just kicked a Queen Vampire in the boobs while yelling hentai names. I can't tell if I'm horrified or turned on."
She bit her lip, cheeks flushed.
"I'm definitely turned on."
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But then—
The wind stopped.
Machio stepped toward the crater.
Suddenly, a glyph ignited beneath his feet — red and ancient.
His eyes widened. "Sh*t."
"Too slow," the Mistress whispered, rising from the smoke. Her corset was split open now — one breast exposed, dangling like a weapon of its own — and her face bloody, but smiling.
She snapped her fingers.
A pillar of cursed blood erupted beneath Machio, piercing straight through his chest.
He coughed, eyes wide, claws trembling. The sigils on his body flickered. The Heartless Code began to crash.
"Can't… move…"
The glyph started drinking his blood, sucking it into the vortex.
The Mistress laughed, limping forward. "You almost killed me. But now, Rosaria will feast on your soul."
She raised her sword.
"Your time is over."
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But—
A whisper.
"No."
Chains shattered.
The moon dimmed.
The air turned black.
A shadow stood at the edge of the rooftop.
Tachibana.
Her chains hung broken at her feet. Her clothes torn — but her back straight. Her hair flowing. Her cheeks red with blood and rage.
Her chest — bouncing heroically.
And her eyes — glowing violet.
The Mistress gasped. "You… No. That bloodline was extinct—!"
Tachibana stepped forward, placing her hand on Machio's chest — pressing hard.
He choked. "Wh-what are you—?"
> [System Sync Detected: Soul Pair Resonance — TACTILE VERSION.]
PRESS HER BOOB TO AWAKEN SEALED POWER?
[YES]
[...YES]
Machio didn't ask questions.
He grabbed her breast like it owed him lunch money.
A pulse of raw power exploded from their touch.
Lightning. Mist. A scream of awakening.
Tachibana's aura turned pure violet flame.
Her fangs grew. Her wings unfolded.
Her eyes locked onto the Mistress.
"You made a mistake coming here."
The Mistress stepped back. "Impossible… you're one of them! A Crimson Pact —!"
Tachibana cracked her knuckles.
Machio fell to his knees behind her, smiling faintly. "Okay, okay, that was hot…"
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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