I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 179: Chihiro’s Despair

The woman hesitated, her lips quivering as if even recalling the moment was enough to terrify her.

"I see..." Chihiro whispered.

That damned bitch.

She had openly declared her allegiance to Souichiro in the impending faction war. She had looked Yuuna in the eyes and without a shred of hesitation, told her that she was now her enemy.

Yuuna had smiled. And then, she had unleashed hell.

A low chuckle escaped Chihiro's lips, dark amusement flickering in her eyes.

"Fufufu... Well, she can't complain now, can she? She was the one who attacked first. I'm going to tear her apart."

The mere thought of it sent an intoxicating rush through her veins. This war had officially begun, and Yuuna would suffer for daring to cross her.

"Chihiro-sama..." The woman's voice wavered. "Right now, our faction members are battling the four from Yuuna's faction."

Chihiro's smirk widened.

"Hah. So, that's what's happening."

Four. Four against many. There was no way Yuuna's pitiful faction could withstand the overwhelming force of the Mitani faction.

She exhaled, reveling in the sheer absurdity of it. What a fool.

And yet—why did this woman's expression seem so... tense?

"Chihiro-sama, I think it would be best for you to flee."

Chihiro's brow twitched, her amusement evaporating.

"Flee?" she scoffed, pushing herself upright. "Are you seriously suggesting I should run from a fight against those four? Don't make me laugh. They don't stand a chance against us. When we wipe them out, I'll march straight to the Saionji mansion and kill off every last one of them. With their main firepower obliterated, the rest will crumble like insects beneath my feet."

The support units of Yuuna's faction were nothing more than background figures. Without their main combatants, their downfall was inevitable. Chihiro could already envision her victory. It would be easy. And once Yuuna's entire faction was wiped out, she would claim the Child of Anti-Prophecy—turning him into nothing more than her personal toy.

Just the thought of it sent a thrilling shiver through her. It was a shame she wouldn't get to see Yuuna's face twist in agony as she used her beloved Child of Anti-Prophecy, but Misuzu would suffice. Oh, how she longed to see that beautiful face contort in despair.

The very thought made her heart pound wildly in her chest.

"Ahhh~" She exhaled in bliss. It was a real pity, honestly, but this is what you will get when you cross against the Mitani Faction.

And yet—

"Chihiro-sama..." The woman's voice was a whisper now, almost reluctant. "Perhaps... because you haven't seen it yourself, you don't understand the reality of what's happening..."

Her breath hitched.

And then—

"We are losing."

A cold silence crashed over Chihiro's mind.

What?

Her pulse stilled.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Her entire body froze.

It was as if the world had stopped turning, as if time itself had halted.

Her mind—so sharp, so calculating—suddenly refused to function.

Losing...?

No.

No—that wasn't possible.

And yet, as the words echoed in her ears, an unfamiliar sensation crept into her bones.

A sensation she had never felt before.

Dread.

"No, that's... impossible."

Chihiro's voice barely escaped her lips, her breath caught in her throat as her mind screamed in denial. Her hands trembled, fingers twitching as if grasping for something—anything—that could make sense of this nightmare.

"Me? Losing?" Her voice cracked, her heartbeat hammering against her ribs like a caged beast. "Why?"

The battlefield was supposed to be hers. This victory—this moment—should have belonged to her. She had the numbers, the strategy, the power.

Yet, reality spat in her face.

Her head snapped toward the woman kneeling before her, the one barely managing to keep herself upright. The faint glow of mana flickered in her hands, a fragile ember on the verge of being snuffed out.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Chihiro's voice was thin, almost desperate. "Something must be wrong. There is no way Yuuna is winning."

But the woman only shook her head, her expression grim.

"We are holding them off," she admitted, though her voice wavered. "For now. But their power is too great. We cannot stop them forever." She inhaled sharply, the weight of her words pressing down like an executioner's blade. "It is only a matter of time before they reach you, Chihiro-sama. That is why I beg you to flee—now."

Her fingers curled against the shattered ground, gripping the dust and debris like it could somehow anchor her.

She looked to her side to see his brother again. He lay there, half-buried in the rubble, his body unmoving.

The healer's voice was urgent now, pleading. "I can no longer heal him. My mana is nearly depleted. If you would, please carry him with you."

Chihiro's vision swam. Her thoughts raced, slamming into each other, spiraling into an incoherent mess.

How?

How could this be happening?

Her body tensed, a wave of nausea curling in her stomach.

Yuuna.

There was no way Yuuna could be winning against her. None.

Unless—

Her breath hitched.

The Child of Anti-Prophecy.

A shiver ran down her spine.

No.

That was the only explanation for this absurd turn of events.

Their numbers should have crushed Yuuna's forces. The difference in strength was supposed to be insurmountable.

Yet, her army was being slaughtered.

"That ridiculous myth... is real?"

Chihiro's voice barely carried over the screams and destruction around her.

She had dismissed it for centuries. Had mocked the very idea.

A prophecy that foretold of a child with the power to twist fate, to shift the balance of war, to turn despair into victory—

She had thought it was bullshit.

A fabricated story, designed to keep the demons from succumbing to terror.

A desperate lie to keep them from realizing the truth—

That they were doomed.

But now—

Yuuna stood at the center of this carnage.

And she was winning.

A sharp pain shot through Chihiro's lip as she bit down hard enough to draw blood. The metallic tang filled her mouth, grounding her back to the cold reality she had tried to reject.

With shaking limbs, she forced herself to her feet.

She had to see it with her own eyes.

She had to witness it.

Without another word, she turned and ran toward the battlefield.

***

The moment she arrived, the sight nearly took her breath away.

It wasn't a battle.

It was annihilation.

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Aria and Nagisa were unstoppable.

Nagisa's fists crashed into the enemy, her raw strength shattering them on impact. One blow—just one—and her opponents were erased from the fight, their bodies cratering into the ground like discarded rag dolls.

And then there was Aria—

She was lightning.

No—faster.

Her movements were impossible to follow, her speed so blinding that enemies collapsed before they even realized what had struck them.

And then—

There was Yuuna.

Her power, combined with Hina's, was devastating.

The air trembled with each strike.

Shockwaves rippled through the battlefield, bodies hurled like weightless dolls, their weapons shattered in their hands.

The elite warriors of the Mitani Faction—Chihiro's strongest fighters, the ones she had trained, trusted—were falling like insects.

They were nothing before Yuuna's wrath.

Chihiro's breath caught in her throat.

Her body felt numb.

Her mind screamed at her to move, to act, to do something.

But all she could do was stare—

As her army was slaughtered.

Her fingers clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms until they drew blood.

"What... is happening?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

This wasn't just a loss.

This was a massacre.

And she—

She could do nothing.

"C-Chihiro-sama," the voice of her subordinate trembled beside her. "You must leave—now. If you don't—"

"Oh my~."

A voice.

Soft. Lilting.

Chihiro's heart stopped.

A figure emerged from the chaos, stepping through the carnage as if she were simply taking a stroll through a blooming garden.

Yuuna.