"WHAT? Rias-senpai is... the president of the student council?!" Basara exclaimed, his voice louder than he had intended because of his surprise.
Immediately, the entire room fell silent, and all eyes turned to him. But then they turned in the opposite direction, as the teacher, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, grumbled as he adjusted himself in his chair. To the relief of Basara and everyone else standing around, he didn't wake up. The students let out a collective sigh of relief and went back to their normal conversations.
Moka settled into Koneko's chair, crossing her legs and turning slightly forward. Basara leaned forward on his desk and murmured low to her:
"Moka-san... how do you know about Rias-senpai's position? You're as new to this school as I am."
She laughed softly, also leaning forward to hide, imitating him. "Basara-kun, everyone knows who Rias Gremory is. The whole town knows her. After all, she's the direct heir to one of the most important demonic families of all, the Gremory."
She said it like someone commenting on the weather or the news of the day; to her, it seemed absolutely natural, almost obvious. For Basara, however, it was a great surprise.
"Rias Gremory, the girl who looks so gentle and serious. Is she a demon?" he muttered to her.
"Actually, in theory, she's a devil."
"Aren't demons and devils the same thing?"
"They seem the same to me, but apparently it's something cultural and rational. Devils are those with pure blood, and demons are those without. Seriously, how can you not know these things?"
"I... come from a small village, so, well, there's no way I'd know about her." he replied, a little sheepishly. 'That's not exactly a lie either,' he thought.
Moka interlaced her fingers on the table and looked at Basara in the corner, as if hesitating to say something.
"What is it, Moka-san?" he asked.
She took a deep breath, her green eyes sparkling. "Basara-kun... I don't know if it's appropriate to ask this now, but..." She looked away again as a slight blush colored her cheeks. "I didn't have coffee earlier today before class because I got lazy in bed and didn't have time... you know. So, I know this might seem sudden, but... can I get some of your blood?"
Basara already knew that Moka was a vampire, so the question didn't surprise him, but he still asked a natural question. "Why me?"
She looked at him with her green eyes, as if, once again, the answer was obvious. "Of course it's because we're connected now, Basara-kun. Body and soul. When a vampire like me drinks someone's blood for the first time, it creates a... special bond is created. It's not something that goes away easily, Basara-kun."
"Like a relationship...?"
"Something like that..." she said, embarrassed.
Basara knew almost nothing about vampire culture. All he knew were the legends of his world, which said that vampires were immortal creatures who were afraid of garlic. Also, he felt nothing different after Moka bit him, and Moka was his only friend so far. So the natural reaction was to help her in a time of need, right?
"Okay, we can do that. But not here."
"Let's leave the room."
And so they did. When they left the room, the silence, which for a few seconds had invaded the room two minutes ago, resumed.
"Hey, did you see that? Toujou-san and Moka-san left together."
"Did she go to show him where the bathroom is?"
"A boy and a girl in the bathroom? Don't talk nonsense."
"Do they have something?"
"Heh? You think?"
Still on the other side of the door, Basara smiled involuntarily, and they headed down the corridor.
As luck would have it, they easily found a broom cupboard marked with an "Entry permitted to employees only" sign. The door was ajar, and that's how they got in without a key.
Once they were inside, the inside of the cupboard was dark, but a dim light came from under the door and through the gaps in the hinges, vaguely illuminating Moka's face, who stared at Basara with a smile, as if asking for permission without words. After he nodded, she leaned forward, and the closeness made Basara feel the sweet fragrance coming from her. One of her hands grasped his neck, and Moka brought her lips close to his neck.
"I'll be gentle... I promise," she whispered.
It was then that Moka bit Basara's neck, and he also felt her weight lean against him and press him against the wall.
Basara's hands, once suspended and uncertain of where to be, now rested on Moka's waist, as she carefully sucked him off as promised. Moka took her time; And the worst part of it for Basara wasn't even having his blood sucked, but the difficulty of avoiding a natural physical reaction, as he could feel her body against his. His imagination would run wild at a moment like that.
[+10 Naughty Points.]
After a few seconds, Basara felt Moka carefully remove her fangs. Moka pulled away, exhaling a brief sigh that left her lips parted, revealing for a moment the long canines that had been on his neck. She looked at Basara with a small smile and whispered softly:
"Thank you for the meal, Basara."
"N-nothing."
Then Moka raised her hands towards the first button of her shirt. With her fingertips, she undid the first button, then the second, and so on.
"What are you doing, Moka-san?"
Moka looked up at him, and a smile appeared on her face. "Isn't it obvious? I'll return the favor, just like I did yesterday. I want you to... well, if you want... you can touch."
With each undone button, her blouse slid slightly to the side, revealing pale, flawless skin. When the shirt was completely open, Basara's gaze automatically went down, and he noticed she was wearing a different colored bra from the day before. A white bra.
"What do you think, Basara-kun?" She asked as she looked at her own breasts. "They're not as big as Gremory-senpai's, but I think they're bigger than average."
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