Ketsugan High School — Tuesday — 11:43 AM
The bell rang. Third period. Math class.
But where were the school's finest degenerates?
Skipping.
Obviously.
Behind the bleachers out on the old track field, Ketsugan High's most dangerously chaotic squad had assembled, half-dressed, half-insane, and completely out of their damn minds.
"I can't believe we're doing this again," Haruna muttered, legs tangled with Jean's as she zipped her bodysuit halfway up, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her collarbone.
Kikidori was upside down somehow—again—with his shirt off and one sock still missing. "I FOUND THE OTHER ONE!" he declared proudly, holding up a lacy bra.
"...That's not a sock," Joshua muttered, shaking his head.
"I still might wear it," Kikidori grinned.
Jean sat cross-legged, braiding Haruna's hair and smirking, "You boys couldn't keep up today."
"You bit me!" Joshua snapped.
"I liked it," she replied, tossing him a wink.
Reiketsuna stood silently in the corner, already dressed in his sleek black combat gear—open at the collar, chains at the waist, and a red armband stitched with the crescent emblem of the BloodMoon.
No words. Just power.
They zipped, clipped, loaded, and locked.
By the time they stepped out from behind the bleachers, they looked like nightmares in flesh—Kikidori twirling his death-deck, Jean adjusting her disguise (tonight she was a 22-year-old sexpot in a pencil skirt), Joshua cleaning his dagger with a cloth that used to be someone's shirt, Haruna's eyes glowing behind her hacking glasses, and Reiketsuna with that lust-fueled aura that made people stumble when he walked past.
Location: Shinrai Central Bank — Tuesday — 12:38 PM
The vault building loomed.
Five floors. Glass doors. Guards with stun rifles. Surveillance, pressure alarms, biometric sensors—
And none of it would matter.
Haruna whispered into the comms, "We breach in 3… 2… 1—"
BOOM!
Kikidori's card hit the power line junction box from across the street. Sparks flew. Alarms blared for half a second—then nothing.
Complete shutdown.
Haruna smirked. "You're welcome."
Then came Jean.
Hair slicked, lipstick perfect, blouse unbuttoned just enough to make God weep. She sauntered through the front door like she was late for a meeting and dripping sin.
Two male guards stepped up.
"Ma'am—?"
"Ohhh, boys~" she purred, finger tracing the badge of one guard. "Do you… like dangerous women?"
The guard's mouth opened. No words. Only drool.
That was when Joshua appeared behind the second guard, hand over her mouth, blade slicing clean through her throat in one flick.
No sound.
Just blood.
And death.
Kikidori burst in, flipping through the air, dice clattering against the wall as he shouted, "DOUBLE SIXES, BABY!!"
Cards launched in every direction. One embedded in the ceiling. Another sliced a rifle in half. One zipped through a camera.
Haruna was already in the vault room, wires in one hand, laptop balanced on her thigh. "Override active. Fuck these security nerds—open sesame."
CLUNK. CLANK. CRASH. WHOOSH. PING.
Five vaults opened.
Not one. Not two.
FIVE.
Mountains of gold bars. Diamond necklaces the size of fists. Bags of rubies and emeralds. Jade masks and ancient coins.
Kikidori stepped inside, arms out like a god in Vegas. "Holy MOTHER OF—IS THAT A GOLD-PLATED DILDO!?"
"Focus!" Haruna shouted.
"Right! Right—slice slice~"
With smooth, precise swipes, Kikidori's cards cut through glass display cases like butter. Jewels rained into the open bags as Jean returned with lipstick slightly smeared and a guard's ID card tucked into her bra.
Reiketsuna stood watch at the doors.
When the first wave of Cops-On-Stun™ arrived, Reiketsuna didn't blink.
He rolled his shoulders, cracked his knuckles, and walked forward slowly.
Then… his power activated.
His voice purred low, sultry, devastatingly erotic, "You boys… wanna see heaven?"
Every single officer blinked, stumbled, and collapsed to the floor in a wave of overwhelming blood-rushed collapse.
Too much lust.
Too little willpower.
They fainted from sheer thirst.
With no more resistance, the squad strolled out like they were leaving brunch.
Loot in bags. Blades still wet. Gold gleaming.
Jean popped a lollipop in her mouth. "Should we blow a kiss to the cameras?"
Haruna flipped them off instead.
Location: Den — Fushira Scrap Yard — 2:03 PM
In a cloud of dust and noise, the squad dove back into their hideout.
The door slammed. The bags hit the floor.
They all groaned.
Clothes were peeled off. Back into uniforms and hoodies. Jean changed genders. Haruna threw off her boots. Joshua passed out in the corner.
Kikidori was still holding the cake from yesterday.
No one questioned it.
"Same time next week?" Haruna asked, voice hoarse.
"Hell yeah," Kikidori grinned, dice spinning in his fingers.
The BloodMoon didn't just rise.
It blinded.
End of Chapter 5