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>>46099735
(Part 2)
“What the hell was that for? We made a plan!” Goro’s heels skid to a halt against the asphalt. He was all the way at the edge of the boundary, brought there by a girl who refused to be straightforward.

Seija stood tall, her navy blue serafuku making her highlights stand out. “Yeah, and that plan stinks! You and Takane were soooo convinced that all you have to do is talk to Anon all day, you never considered what might happen if one of these hags start a fight!”

Goro’s checked his loafers for scuffs. “We went over this already: No unique abilities means these ladies won’t risk fighting. Especially with Anon’s approval at stake. He’d never accept someone that beats up his friends right in front of him.”

“Dumbass, Yukari joined the competition too! Do you really think she, Yuuka or his pervert daughter would hesitate to pound your stupid face in?” Seija took a bite of Goro’s omelette before spitting it out onto the road. “Bleh, too dry.”

Yukari was supposed to take on a role as headmistress, but she apparently wasn’t interested in sitting still. Worse, as the sole organizer of the event, she alone had the power to modify the rules at her whim, save for the ban against unique powers. There was no way in hell she was going to play fair. “So, I’m guessing we sabotage their confessions before they have a chance to try? We could steal their chocolates too; They can’t have Anon if he never eats their sweets.”

“That’s all? I can do better than that: If all these bitches want a piece of Anon, they’ll have to get past each other! We’ll turn them against each other until nobody’s left to confess to him! Gahahahahaha! I won’t even have to lift a finger!” Against the likes of Yuuka, Yuugi, the tengu, and any youkai with more than one trick up their sleeve, this was the perfect way to indirectly get rid of them. Especially without Seija’s ability to flip their own power against them. As Goro pondered her plan, Seija pulled out a plain carton from her skirt and popped something into her mouth.

“Y’know, smoking is against the rules.” Without a word Seija walked closer to Goro and brought her face up to his. Something pulled at his ankle from behind, sending him into Seija’s arms. Her cheeks were rosy.

“I l-love you.” Quickly, the amanojaku locked lips with Goro. Something was being pushed into his mouth and forced down his throat. Just as fast, Seija ended contact. “T-There! Those Myouren skanks can’t say shit anymore, because I own you now! You’re my prize, fair and square!”

Goro reached into the amanojaku’s pocket and snagged a little malted ball himself. With a cat-like grin, he went on his offensive. “I love you too.” Popping the store-bought candy into his mouth, Goro returned the favor to his aggressive girlfriend. “You’re my prize too.”

“You… Dumbass! Asshole! Pervert! Freak! We don’t have time for this shit! Let’s go ruin Valentine’s already!” Turning away from Goro to hide her blush, Seija pulled the human down the road leading to school.
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Anon was fascinated with the school. Having arrived half an hour before classes began, he explored the building. Near the entrance a “You must be this tall to enter” sign was posted. A room with clear windows revealed a Chen wearing a hard hat and overalls, a Flandre that looked quite dour, and a few fairies that didn’t seem to mind. It seemed Sakuya was assigned to watch over them.

Between three floors of classrooms, the only other students he saw were all youkai women. Some threw him flirty glances, while others were just having fun dressed as students. Up on the rooftop, some of the flowers he grew with Yuuka were set up in planters. With his classroom being on the second floor, Anon took some time to water them before class began. At the five-minute bell, he found his class and sat down at a desk close to the window for a chance to see the scenery.

At the one minute bell, students began filing in. At the forefront was a green-haired woman wearing a point hat with her sailor uniform that clung to her curves. Her curves ended at the waist, leaving only a ghostly-tail under her skirt. Anon expected her to stand at the lectern. Instead, she floated right in front of Anon and slammed a box of chocolates down on his desk.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we Anon?” Mima took a deep breath. “I love you. Now, eat the chocolate.”

Anon was all kinds of confused. His face turned red as he stammered out a dozen questions at once. In reply, Mima picked up a chocolate and fed it to Anon by hand. Forcefully. “There. Now, let’s get you to Marisa…”

A ping came from Mima’s skirt. A text message popped up on an ancient flip-phone:

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2(a). Anon must eat your chocolate himself.
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“Damn it, so that’s how you’re going to play this, gap hag?!”

At this point, Anon became a bit scared.

>>20855056
Seija is for CUTEBADASSLEWD.

>>20570874
How would Seija try to make someone hate her? Would she bully them, mercilessly until they cried?