Hired Guns (Rosario + Vampire)

Redemption

Warning: Intense, bloody violence, strong language and a scene of rape ahead.

Hired Guns

Chapter 3

Kurumu Kurono was absolutely certain that she had never met a man that was her 'destined one'. She lived her life discontent at how difficult it was to find a viable mate that met her unbelievably high standards. The two races, humans and Yokai, were living in an era of advancement, both technologically and socially. Though however civilized they had become, it proved difficult to dispel one of the traits both species deemed as a hindrance to progress: the innate desire for sex.

Of course, Kurumu had her own moments where she vitiated the consent of dozens of males, though she had to admit, begrudgingly so, that nothing came out of her actions for she was still a virgin even to this day. To deny being above it all would be total hypocrisy on her part. Compared to the 'slut phase', as she called it, back in high school, Kurumu was a saint nowadays. She had a modicum of restraint that was found too virtuous in the eyes of even of the most venerable Succubi and Incubi.

Thus her nickname "The Virgin" was born.

Much to the envy of other succubi, Kurumu was always considered to be a natural beauty with enough potential to rival the progenitor, Lilith, herself. Most of them considered her decision to preserve her chastity as a waste of her beauty. It was a stigma in the land of the horny devils, rather than let it faze her Kurumu just said "Fuck society" and continued to live her life the way she wanted it. If she wanted to wait for the right one, her 'destined one' she would. Why let other people tell her what to do?

That's where her problems started. Kurumu had the rotten luck of being courted by men who were frighteningly consistent with their intentions to bed her, among other lascivious acts. She found it bitterly ironic that those were the type of men that flocked to her when she was at her most decent and earnest in life.

But it didn't stop there. Her integration into the human world hosted a myriad of other problems for the succubus. Potential mates placed her on a pedestal, either worshiping the ground she walked on, or having lewd designs for her enough to be considered heinous crimes against chastity. A whiff of her scent or a simple brushing of shoulders were enough to elicit such vicious arousal and unmitigated bliss that Kurumu found herself running for her dear life rather than savoring all the attention that she normally would have liked.

It was more subdued than before, but Kurumu was still an attention whore at heart. She secretly relished the attention directed to her, but strictly limited it to stares of awe when she was in the vicinity. She had no tolerance for the clingy, pushy types. And certainly not for those who were too abrasive in their methods. Kurumu, in the end, was still the virtuous gal after all.

Call her old fashioned, but she believed in real love. Love that lasted for ages and love that lasted beyond death. Though at times, she considered her options with settling down with anyone that could barely meet the minimum of her standards out of fear that she would die lonely. Alas, she stuck by her convictions... and her nickname.

With all that said, she was certain with every fiber of her existence that she had never come across anyone that was her destined one.

But when she woke up sucking the air as if it were the last breath that she would ever take, the seeds of doubt were planted in her mind. Had she really? It took a moment for her vision to adjust in the darkness. Then she remembered that they were all having a reunion.

She felt a general feeling of discomfort due to the disgusting layer of stickiness that seemed to cover her skin. It wasn't just that, but she felt her cheeks also share the same sentiments. She wiped her face, it was wet and salty. Had she been crying, she thought?