The moon bled red.
School has already cursed with chaos on a normal day, had turned into a battleground under the rare crimson lunar eclipse. Crimson fog rolled over the athletic fields. Students screamed as dark shapes flickered through the mist — corrupted fire fairies, vampire nobles, and possessed faculty turned berserk.
Machio Araki stood in the courtyard, shirt half-torn, his body glowing with a pulsing aura. The Harem King Aura II shimmered crimson-gold around him, cracked like burning glass. His left foot was bare — the Sadistic Kick had evolved, glowing with vampiric runes and phoenix sigils.
"Everyone! Get to the gym! It's warded!" screamed Tachibana Natsume, impaling a corrupted cheerleader with a rose-thorn dagger.
Veronica backflipped over a flaming lizard fairy and blew a kiss that turned it to crystal. "This is officially not a regular school day."
"Tachibana! Veronica!" Machio shouted. "Where's Dema?!"
A wall exploded. From the debris stepped Dema Hikami, clad in ceremonial fire fairy armor, her eyes burning red-orange. But something was wrong — she moved stiffly, like a puppet.
"Dema! Snap out of it!" Machio ran forward.
"You shouldn't have made me choose," she growled, flames coiling around her arms. "Between clan and—"
He blocked her flaming fist with his forearm. His skin sizzled.
"You're still in there," Machio whispered. "I know you are."
She kicked him in the chest, sending him flying through a vending machine.
Across campus, Azumi stood atop the school gate, dual daggers drawn, her red silk skirt fluttering. Vampire nobles surrounded her — tall, elegant, monstrous. One stepped forward.
"Azumi Araki. Crimson Bride of the Phoenix Monk. Your time is—"
Her dagger went through his throat.
"You're thirty years too late for that speech."
She twirled, slicing through the nobles with elegance and fury. Her eyes flared crimson, fangs gleaming. A noble managed to land a hit, slashing her robe — revealing battle tattoos, ancient and carnal, glowing along her spine.
Azumi smirked. "Now you've pissed me off."
Back near the school statue, Machio got back up, blood dripping from his nose. Dema advanced again.
He reached into his soul, into the place that feared itself, and activated the next phase — Sadistic Kick Omega.
His aura flared, forming the ghostly image of a throne behind him. Girls across campus swooned or fainted. The sheer pheromonal pressure cracked several lampposts.
He teleported behind Dema, whispering, "I'm sorry."
And gently tapped her neck with his toe.
A flash of light — her fire aura cracked, then extinguished. She collapsed into his arms, eyes clearing.
"M-Machio... I'm so... cold."
"You're safe now."
She sobbed into his shoulder.
Meanwhile, Veronica and Tachibana found themselves back to back in the science wing, surrounded by twin-tailed succubi and slime-covered algebra teachers.
"You ever think about transferring?" Veronica quipped, twirling her blade.
"Nope," Tachibana replied, baring fangs. "I like the view."
From the rooftop above, a scream echoed — a golden-haired noble lunged toward Machio, claws extended.
Kira, hidden in a cloak, threw a melon soda can.
It exploded.
"You owe me three drinks now," he muttered, adjusting his hoodie.
Machio turned to face the final wave of nobles. His body was shaking, but his eyes were calm.
"This power... it's mine. No one else's."
The throne behind him shattered. The Harem King Aura condensed into his chest, forming a heart-shaped core of energy.
He smiled. "Let's end this."
Azumi landed beside him, covered in cuts but smiling.
"You got your father's fighting spirit. And my thighs."
"Mom— not the time."
Together, mother and son rushed forward, flames and auras blazing.
An hour later...
The eclipse faded. The school smoldered. Cleanup crews — magical and mundane — were already at work.
Students wandered like survivors of a horny apocalypse.
In the nurse's office (which had reappeared mysteriously), Machio sat beside a sleeping Dema, holding her hand.
Kira leaned against the doorframe.
"You did good."
"She nearly died."
"She nearly killed you. That's love."
Machio chuckled softly.
Azumi appeared with wine and bandages.
"I saw it. The throne. The way you moved. You're growing. Faster than I thought."
"But it's not enough. There's more coming. Mitsuki's master... the Crimson Court..."
She nodded. "And we'll be ready."
Outside, the old clock tower's hands spun backward. In the dark, a voice whispered:
"The child of phoenix flame and vampiric seduction... must not be allowed to ascend."
TO BE CONTINUED