Both good.

"Good enough," Inner Moka told Tsukane when he showed her the entry, before putting the Rosary back on. This of course led to Tsukane carrying the sleeping Moka back to the dorms on his back. Kurumu had gone ahead of them, carrying the rest of their things to make things a bit easier for Tsukane. Not that he lacked the strength of course, but carrying his school bag would have been awkward at the same time as having a girl on his back.

"Ah, Tsukane-san!" his homeroom teacher said cheerfully as she spotted them. "Is Moka-san alright?" she asked, noticing her on his back.

"She's fine, just a little tired," he chuckled a bit. "We just went through a bit of an ordeal is all..."

"Ah yes, the yearly Swimming Club Hunt," Shizuka remarked. "Those girls have WAAAY too much fun with it sometimes... Seems like you both avoided getting drained though."

"Is it true that the effects of their bites can be reversed?" Tsukane then asked.

"Oh yes, most certainly, though I have no idea how our headmaster does it," Shizuka shrugged. "And he unnerves me enough that I've never asked."

"We might not even want to know anyway," Tsukane chuckled nervously, imagining some esoteric dark ritual or something.

"Maybe not. I assume you've been turned off from the Swim Club, so how about the Newspaper Club?" she asked.

"Maybe, but after that little scare, I'm going to want a bit of detail as to what it entails," Tsukane replied, having no distractions on his mind to keep him from thinking to ask what he would be getting into this time.

"Oh, it's not so bad! It's fallen on some hard times though. Let's just say that some toes got stepped on, and there is currently only one person who's running it now. He's... A bit unrestrained with his instincts, but he's a decent enough guy."

"...I think we can give it a shot," Tsukane agreed after a moment. "As long as there are no yearly hunts..."

'More like monthly with him...' Shizuka thought about the current president, but wisely kept her mouth shut about that. "I gotta say though, you can't really blame the mermaids for going after you, you have a very appealing smell to you. You do a good job with your human disguise Tsukane, not many monsters bother with their scent. I have to do so myself if I'm walking around in human society, otherwise I set off their dogs left and right!" she chuckled.

"...I find it hard to believe you pay that much attention to your human form Sensei," Tsukane deadpanned, looking a bit behind Shizuka.

She froze, though still smiling, and slowly turned her head. Sure enough, there was her tail again.

...

"Moka Akashiya will be compelled to show Tsukane Aono her panties whenever Kurumu Kurono suggests it, or upon request from him, and will gradually start to do so without any prompting whenever she feels she can get away with it. While she may question what has gotten into her, she will never regret the action, and love doing the slutty action for Tsukane. Neither he nor she will be able to notice this entry in the Note."

Kurumu grinned, quickly putting the Note back in Tsukane's bag. She liked Moka, and would even accept a submissive role to her, seeing as she knew Tsukane first, as much as she hated to concede that. But that would come once Moka was more comfortable with the sexual stuff. Until then, every time Kurumu got a chance with the Note, she'd just gradually add a small perverted trait to Moka, gradually corrupt her until she was just as enthusiastically fucking Tsukane any time and anywhere as Kurumu was.

One might wonder why Kurumu would bother with the panty thing, given Tsukane has seen Moka in a sling bikini, and of course the fact that Moka strips to her underwear for nightly lectures, but it was one thing to do such things on special occasions where one could mentally prepare themselves, it was another entirely to lift your skirt for someone on demand.

Tsukane entered the dorm room a bit later, and Kurumu pouted. "What took you so- what happened to your face Tsukane?" she changed questions mid sentence, seeing that Tsukane's face indeed looked like someone had **** his head into a box of feral cats.

"...I don't wanna talk about it," he wept comically as he set Moka down on the bed.