The morning after the chaotic gym fight, Machio felt... weird.
Not just his usual "oh no, everyone saw me grope a vampire princess" kind of weird. This was different. His body felt lighter. His senses were sharper.
He could hear things.
Like birds arguing in a tree across the field.
Like girls giggling in the hallway.
Like the snapping sound of someone's bra strap being flicked three classrooms away.
"Holy crap," he whispered. "I can hear everything."
He stepped outside his apartment and leapt off the second-floor balcony casually. He landed on his feet—then sprang twenty feet into the air before crashing into a tree.
"Ow! That... was awesome."
His phone buzzed.
[System Update: Passive Skills Enhanced. Super Hearing Unlocked. Jump Boost Unlocked. Speed Lv. 3 Achieved.]
He blinked. "Wait... does that mean I can outrun the track team?!"
He dashed forward—and the world blurred around him. Within seconds, he was standing on top of the school roof, panting, his shirt flapping from the wind.
Machio grinned. "Hell yeah! Perv King just got a mobility upgrade."
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Meanwhile, in the student council chamber...
Tachibana leaned against the window, sipping blood tea, her long legs crossed and blouse slightly unbuttoned, revealing a scandalous hint of cleavage. Her eyes narrowed as she watched Machio leap across rooftops like a hyperactive squirrel on espresso.
"Something's different about him," she muttered.
Zone, her maid-bodyguard, adjusted her glasses. "Perhaps the 'Sadistic Control King' class has passives? His spiritual link with you and Thesa may be intensifying."
Tachibana frowned. "He's just an idiot. A very lucky, ecchi idiot."
A knock came at the door.
Then the ceiling exploded.
A black, magical circle spread out in the air, and from it descended a tall, androgynous man in a crimson cape. His hair was silver, eyes violet, his chest bare, showing off sculpted abs that sparkled like wet soap.
"Michael L. Lord," Tachibana hissed. "What are you doing here?"
He landed like a male model in a vampire fragrance ad and flicked his wrist. Sparkles danced in the air.
"The Crimson Pact has been activated, breaking over five thousand years of vampire law," he said, voice deep and seductive. "Machio Honjou must be summoned... now."
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Five Minutes Later - Vampire Councilroom (inside the school basement)
Machio stood in front of a long obsidian table. Vampires in thrones stared down at him, most wearing scandalous robes or too-tight uniforms. The room reeked of perfume and superiority.
Michael L. Lord paced like a theater actor.
"Long ago, vampire clans formed rules to prevent chaos. The Crimson Pact was forbidden. No mortal may be bound by blood to two purebloods without the Council's consent."
He turned to Machio.
"And yet, you... child of chaos... groped Princess Thesa."
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Machio shouted.
Tachibana folded her arms. "Accident or not, it triggered a reaction. He's growing stronger. If he continues, he may evolve into a Hybrid King."
Michael nodded gravely. "Indeed. And the last Hybrid King turned an entire kingdom into his harem."
Machio blinked. "...that doesn't sound bad?"
Michael slammed the table. "IT WAS CARNAL CHAOS!"
Suddenly, the torches dimmed. A new magic circle opened in the air.
Out of it walked Thesa.
Her hair was now tied in twin tails, her school uniform unbuttoned just enough to make a priest cry, and she held a black rose dripping blood.
"I have found him," she said.
The council gasped.
"The Soulbreaker... The Chaos Seed... The Pervborn One..."
Machio blinked. "Wait, I'M the Pervborn One now?!"
Thesa stepped forward, cheeks flushed. "My leader, I have confirmed his aura. His touch broke my focus. He disrupted my blood magic. He made me... moan."
A wave of erotic tension rippled through the chamber. Even the statues blushed.
Michael covered his mouth. "He must be... contained. Or... trained."
Tachibana growled. "He's MY spirit-bonded partner. If anyone trains him, it's me."
Thesa smirked. "You don't own him, blood-sucker."
Machio raised a hand. "Can I vote for neither and go back to cleaning volleyballs?"
Thesa marched up to him, nose inches from his.
"You made me feel something. You grabbed my chest, made my knees weak, and my clan thinks you're the prophesied pervert."
He blushed. "That... sounds like a hentai title."
Michael cleared his throat. "As head of the Crimson Court, I declare this: Machio Honjou must now choose... which vampire princess shall form the Blood Kiss Pact with him."
Machio blinked. "Blood Kiss what now?!"
Tachibana and Thesa both turned to him. Eyes glowing. Fangs exposed.
Tachibana: "Pick me, and I'll train your powers properly."
Thesa: "Pick me, and I'll let you grope me on purpose."
Machio screamed. "WHY IS THIS MY LIFE?!"
And somewhere in the shadows, the System chuckled.
[New Quest: Decide your Blood Kiss Partner. Warning: Decision will affect your harem route.]
To be continued...