Lena crouched low on all fours as her slender muscles coiled like springs ready to explode. The moon hadn't shown up yet, but she was already on edge. Her blue eyes sharpened, turning to sleek, animalistic slits as she narrowed her sights on the boy calmly walking down the street—
Lucas Gray.
"Tch…"
She clicked her tongue.
Next, she leaned forward slightly, making her skirt ride up as her toned buttocks lifted just a little
Her face hardened like stone.
『Alright… first, I'll catch up to that little pervert.』
A sudden gust of wind whipped through the alleyway.
FWOOSH!
Before she could react, it flew right up her skirt.
"KYAA—!"
She squeaked.
The tough-guy act evaporated in an instant.
Her entire body jolted like a frightened squirrel, and she flailed for a second before slapping a hand to the back of her skirt to pull it down as much as possible. Her face flushed redder than chili soup, lips trembling like she was about to cry.
"Sh-, Should've worn a longer one…!"
Mortified, Lena gritted her teeth and then — whoosh! — she launched off the rooftop like a bullet.
Her movements were sharp and fluid, limbs coordinated like a predator in motion. She darted over the buildings on all fours, leaping from ledge to ledge with the ease of a cheetah and the bounce of a wild rabbit. Her fluffy white tail trailed behind her like a streamer in the wind.
She was fast—freakishly fast.
She zeroed in on Lucas, unblinking, like a hawk.
Then… his ear twitched.
"Hm?"
Lucas muttered, stopping mid-step.
He turned his head toward the sound—somehow knowing exactly where she was.
ZAP!
It was like someone electrocuted her soul.
"EEEPP!!"
Lena dropped flat against the roof like a sack of potatoes, arms tight against her body, both hands instantly slapped over her mouth.
Silence.
Lucas squinted at the rooftop, his vision subtly zooming in like a camera lens until he spotted it… a fluffy white tail twitching in panic behind a chimney.
"Huh. Must be a stray cat or something."
Without thinking too hard, he turned away and resumed walking in his usual unhurried pace.
Peeking out with wide eyes, Lena exhaled shakily.
"Wan! How the heck is she supposed to distract him until the friggin' moon comes out…?!"
She whispered, biting her thumb.
"Kyun~ it's almost impossible. It's not like she even wants to confront that weirdo."
She paused… her lips forming the word again.
"Per… pervert…"
Her hand slowly dropped to her butt as her gaze drifted to Lucas's retreating figure.
A very heavy sigh escaped her lips.
"I can't believe I'm actually doing this… Ragar is so going to owe me for this one."
She stood up and took a few slow breaths, her chest rising and falling as her face turned red again—each breath a deeper shade of embarrassment. Her fluffy ears perked up like radar dishes as she squeaked out of sheer frustration.
"Alright… let's get this over with…"
She muttered, then hesitantly slipped her trembling hands under her skirt.
She took a deep breath like she was about to dive into freezing water.
And then—swsh!—she pulled down her panties.
Instant shame exploded across her face.
"Kyuuuuun… I hate this, wan! This just erased the last sliver of pride I had left…"
Holding up the innocent cotton underwear at eye level, her fingers trembled. Her face tightened at the sight of the tiny teddy bear print on the fabric.
"Maybe… maybe it's not that—"
WHOOOOSH!
Another sneaky draft caught her off guard, brushing right against the bare skin of her special place. Her back arched as her legs tensed and she shut one eye — an involuntary moan escaped from her small lips.
"Hnnng—!? ❤️"
It was soft, shocked, and dangerously cute.
But Lena snapped out of it and grabbed her skirt tightly to tug it down with all her might.
"N-, Not the time to get weird…!"
She narrowed her eyes at Lucas again. Focus.
Minutes passed.
Lucas was finally arriving near Mr. Robinson's gate.
"Maybe I should check the house before eating…"
His mom's face flashed in his mind.
"But… meh. Food first. The moon's almost out anyway."
He yawned.
Then he ran into something.
"Wh—"
PLOP.
Lucas landed face-first into what felt like fluffy cotton.
His eyes blinked, and then slowly widened as a very specific scent hit his nostrils.
Not perfume. Not soap. Not flowers.
No.
It was feminine.
His body stiffened as he sat up and held the object in his hands—panties.
Small. Cute. Slightly warm.
And with a teddy bear print.
Lucas didn't even blink.
"These are… (sniff~) freshly worn…"
He brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply like he was dying for oxygen.
"Mmm… a faint musky sweetness…"
He murmured, eyes glazed over.
"Proof of a woman's essence. No perfume, no detergent. Just her…"
A violent shudder went down his spine.
He clutched them like treasure, lips trembling.
"This… this is the scent of truth…"
From above, Lena watched.
She was hanging upside-down from a balcony railing as her claws dug into the bricks, while her slender tail lowered the panties for the drop via an attached string.
But now?
Now she was watching him sniff them.
And not just sniff.
Worship.
Her mouth hung open in silent horror.
Her face turned so red it practically glowed.
"Wan…? Wh-WHAT IS HE DOING WITH MY—?!"
She choked.
Her claws dug deeper into the bricks as she flushed brighter than a tomato on fire.
『He's sniffing them like a freak! Like a full-on, grade-A degenerate! How can he…』
Her legs shook.
『I—I can't believe he's holding them like they're his damn wedding vows!』
Her thoughts spiraled.
『M-, Mou! That's so… so…』
She bit her lip, turning pink from ear to tail.
『Gross!! Absolutely gross! And—』
Her face contorted as another evil thought crept in.
『Why is he so… thorough?』
『Wait… has he done this before?! With OTHER girls?!』
『NO! NO BRAIN! BAD! BAD BRAIN!』
She wanted to scream. She wanted to dive down and slap the ever-living pervert out of him.
But instead… her legs trembled again.
Her blush deepened.
And worst of all…
"N-, No way…"
She whimpered, covering her mouth.
"Wh-, Why am I getting… curious?!"
"P-, Pervert…! Gross! St-, Stupid!"
She hissed as her whole body burned.
And then—disaster.
Lucas's eyes flicked upward.
He saw her.
Snow-white hair.
Fluffy ears.
Gleaming blue eyes.
And that fluffy tail.
Instantly, his jaw dropped.
"No way… a beast girl?!"
He saw her face.
Her dinky little body.
The slight bounce of her chest.
Her tail.
His eyes scanned every bit of her and then something inside him snapped. A full-on cartoonish steam puffed out of his nostrils as a perverted grin tore across his face.
"Ohhhh fuck yes—"
Lena panicked.
"PERVERT!!"
She bolted, leaping from rooftop to rooftop like a flash of white lightning, flipping past balconies with wild grace.
『He saw me! He saw me!!』
But—snap!—she looked back.
The string on her tail was still attached.
And behind her, Lucas was giving chase. Fast.
Her panties—still in his hands.
Lena screamed inside her head as her face contorted in shame.
『THIS IS THE WORST MISSION OF MY LIFE!』
SHHHFF—THUD!
Lena's boots skidded against the side of the apartment wall, her body nearly horizontal as she angled herself up. With her momentum building fast, she twisted mid-air as her eyes narrowed on the balcony railing just ahead.
CLANG!
Her fingers snagged the cold metal.
Using the last burst of kinetic energy, she spun like a gymnast, launching herself high into the air.
She twisted mid-flight and crashed into the shadows atop one of the corporate buildings, finally snapping the thread hitched to her tail.
She hit the rooftop and tumbled once, twice—then rolled behind a massive roof vent.
The second her back touched metal, she collapsed.
"Haaah… Haaah…!"
Her fingers clenched over her chest as she panted hard.
Her lungs felt like they would explode.
Her ears twitched. Her legs trembled.
Sweat clung to her flushed cheeks.
She tilted her head up to the velvet sky.
The moon was there.
"… I did it."
She muttered breathlessly.
"At least I… distracted him long enough…"
Her voice cracked—just a little.
Her red cheeks puffed out like buns and she jabbed two tiny fists in the air.
"Gao!"
Her fluffy tail twitched behind her.
"If only I got belly rubs for doing such a good job! But nooo, Ragar would never—kyun~☆"
A sudden gust of rooftop wind snuck under her skirt.
FWHMP!
"KYUUUNN~!!"
Her hips jolted forward with her sylph-like legs locked tight as her eyes squeezed shut and a red-hot moan slipped past her lips. She immediately slammed her hands down over her skirt and bit her bottom lip, cheeks glowing nuclear pink.
"Nnnngh—❤️ s… stop it!"
She whispered harshly, trying to suppress her reaction.
But the embarrassed, flustered look was already all over her innocent face.
And then… she blinked.
"Oh yeah… my panties."
She reached behind her and tugged gently on the string still dangling from her tail.
Tug.
Tug-tug.
Tuuuuuug…
Nothing.
When the end finally flopped in her hand…
No panties attached.
"Kyun…?"
Lena stared at it like it was some cursed omen.
Her mouth slowly fell open.
Her ghost hovered over her lips.
"… I left… my panties… with… with… him…"
･･･
Across the city…
Lucas whistled to himself, casually twirling a soft, fluttering pair of purple panties on his index finger like it was a ribbon of victory.
His eyes were turned up to the night sky.
"Moon's already out… crap. Mom's gonna freak that I didn't eat in time…"
He shrugged.
"… Eh. Probably just didn't want the food to spoil."
He nodded to himself—but his eyes didn't leave the moon.
Not even once.
Seconds passed.
Then his eyes narrowed.
His brow furrowed.
Sweat formed across his skin.
"… Huh?"
He stopped walking.
His throat went dry.
His fingers clenched, the panties fluttering to the sidewalk.
"Nnh—UGH!!"
He stumbled. Collapsed.
His knees hit the concrete.
He wrapped his aching arms around his stomach as his body seized in pain.
"W-, What's… happening to me?!" he choked out.
His eyes flickered.
Red. Then blue. Then red again.
His jaw clenched.
His teeth ground together as his vision blurred.
Then—he threw his head back and let out a ROAR.
RRRRAAAAAUUUUUGHHHH!!!
A primal, seismic howl thundered through Liberty City.
Windows rattled. Dogs barked. Lights flickered.
And far away—back at the Student Center…
･･･
SHAAAAA—
Water poured behind the luxurious curtain in the private shower room. Steam coiled through the air, wrapping around the shadow of a girl within.
She looked like a very sexy figure.
But those fangs beneath her strawberry lips… dangerous.
"Aaaahhnn~❤️"
A soft moan escaped her lips. Her slender hand traced down her wet body—delicate fingers following every contour of her waist, hips, thighs—until it reached that heat throbbing between her legs.
Her claws scraped teasingly across her skin.
"Mmm~ ❤️"
Her red eyes fluttered, the tips of her fangs showing.
"… That roar just now…"
Her voice was breathy, tempting.
"Haaah… who wouldn't be shamelessly turned on by that dominating roar…?"
She bit her lip while her big hips swayed as she leaned back into the hot stream.
"… I'm no better than any other female vampire…"