I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 180: What If We Do It?

"Which is why," she said smoothly, "I decided to nip this problem at the bud before it grew out of control."

Chihiro's jaw clenched. "So that's what this is?" Her voice was low, seething. "An attempt to remove me before I become a true threat to you?"

"Correct," Yuuna nodded, her gaze serene. "If you had chosen differently, this would not have happened. But alas—"

She spread her arms slightly, as if offering Chihiro one final mercy.

"Consider this a warning," Yuuna said softly.

Her crimson eyes gleamed.

"I do hope you understand."

Chihiro's teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached. A tremor ran through her fingers, but she forced herself to remain standing.

"Using the Child of Anti-Prophecy's power to win... you cheated."

"No, that is not considered cheating, Chihiro," Yuuna said calmly, her voice steady and unyielding. "I did only what was necessary—I refused to lose. As a leader, I cannot afford to show weakness. My faction relies on me. If I faltered, they would doubt me. That is why I did what I did."

Yuuna took a step closer, her presence suffocating.

"Now then... why don't you stay put?"

The moment those words left her lips, Chihiro's legs gave out. She barely had time to register what had happened before she dropped to her knees, her body no longer obeying her.

A cold, suffocating dread wrapped around her lungs.

There was something in Yuuna's voice—something laced with an unnatural weight, an undeniable authority. It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a demand.

It was a declaration.

A chill ran up her spine.

"N... No..."

Yuuna exhaled softly, as if disappointed.

"Chihiro, this is my final warning," she said, her voice colder than ice. "If you ever try to oppose me again, it may very well be the last time you call yourself a faction leader."

Then, without another word, she turned and walked away, her steps slow, deliberate.

Chihiro sat motionless, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Yuuna was terrifying.

It wasn't just her strength. It wasn't even her power.

It was those eyes.

Those piercing, unfeeling eyes that had looked down at her as if she were an insect. They weren't filled with rage or hatred. There was no cruelty in them, nor malice.

It was worse than that.

They were indifferent.

She knew, in that moment, that if she had told Yuuna she would continue to fight, those same eyes would have looked at her without hesitation—without emotion—as she was crushed into nothingness.

Despair seeped into her bones.

Terror followed close behind.

She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Chihiro-sama...?"

This shouldn't have happened.

She had been certain—absolutely certain—that Yuuna would be crushed by Souichiro in this faction war. It wasn't even a question in her mind.

But now…

Now, she wasn't sure.

Something had shifted.

Yuuna could stand a chance.

Her teeth clenched so tightly she tasted blood.

"I... I don't know who's going to win anymore..."

"Chihiro-sama? Chihiro-sama!"

The voice sounded distant, blurred, like an echo underwater.

A wave of exhaustion crashed over her, and before she could even process what was happening, her body collapsed.

It wasn't because of injuries—her wounds had already been healed.

She was simply drained.

And so, the battle between Chihiro and Yuuna came to an end.

Chihiro had been utterly annihilated.

Yet, despite the devastation, the casualty count remained at zero. Yuuna and her faction had done only what was necessary to incapacitate their enemies—nothing more, nothing less.

***

Misuzu and Kouhei sat in the living room, waiting for the others.

The silence between them was thick, suffocating.

Misuzu's face was beet red, her hands clenching the hem of her skirt, while Kouhei sat beside her, shifting awkwardly.

Ever since the Love Link had ended, they had been like this—caught in an unbearable, unspoken tension.

Even Kozue, who had initially been in the room, had found herself suffocating under the weight of their awkwardness. She had no idea what had happened between them, but whatever it was, it was enough to make her let out a frustrated sigh and quietly leave.

Still, neither of them spoke.

Until, at last, after what felt like an eternity, both of them opened their mouths at the same time.

"Um,"

"Yuki-san,"

The words overlapped perfectly, and immediately, the awkwardness doubled.

Kouhei rubbed the back of his neck, forcing a small, uncomfortable chuckle.

"Ah, sorry. You can go first, Yuki-san."

"O-Okay..." Misuzu fidgeted, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her clothes. After a brief pause, she took a deep breath. "To start with... please just call me Misuzu."

Kouhei blinked.

"Is that really okay?" he asked cautiously, unsure if it was appropriate to be so informal with her.

"It's fine. No, actually, I insist."

She looked at him then, her crimson cheeks contrasting against the deep sadness in her eyes.

"I have no good memories of my family. And because of that… I have no fondness for my family name either. So please, just call me Misuzu."

Kouhei hesitated.

He had heard her story. He knew what she had suffered—what she had endured.

And now, as she sat beside him, insisting on this small request, he knew he couldn't refuse her.

Swallowing his nerves, he nodded.

"...M-Misuzu-san..."

Her lips trembled slightly at the sound of her name, but she nodded in return, her expression unreadable.

And just like that, the air between them shifted.

The awkwardness remained.

But within it, a warmth had begun to take root.

"Fufufu..."

A soft, sultry laugh drifted between them, laced with amusement.

"Why are you laughing, M-Misuzu-san?" Kouhei asked, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

"It's because you sound so awkward..." Misuzu teased, her gaze playful yet piercing. "Does it really bother you to call me by my name?"

"No, it's not that," Kouhei murmured, averting his eyes. "It's just... strange. I've always called you by your last name, and suddenly switching to your first feels... unnatural."

"Unnatural?" Misuzu tilted her head, her long lashes casting shadows over her flushed cheeks. Then, her lips curled into a knowing smile. "Haven't you done the same with Yuuna and the others?"

She leaned in, her voice dipping lower, almost conspiratorial.

"Or is it because you've had sex with them that calling them by their first names feels normal?"

Kouhei stiffened, his breath hitching.

"Ah, I—It's not because of that..." he stammered, his face heating up.

Before he could react further, Misuzu moved.

She shifted onto all fours on the couch, her body pressing into the cushions as she closed the space between them. The air thickened with an unmistakable tension. Her scent—a tantalizing mix of something sweet and musky—filled his senses.

And then, just like that, her face was mere inches from his.

Their noses barely brushed. Their lips hovered, close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from hers.

"What if we do it?" she whispered, her voice dripping with temptation.

Kouhei swallowed hard.

"Would you still feel awkward about calling me by my name?"

Her breath, hot and intoxicating, ghosted over his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

Misuzu was so close that their breaths mingled, an unseen thread weaving them together in a moment so electric it felt like the entire room had shrunk around them.

"It would be my first time," Misuzu murmured, her eyes locked onto his, searching. "If it's you, I'd gladly give it to you. My first time, I mean."

Her words sent a ripple of heat through him.

"Also..." She hesitated, a flicker of something raw and unguarded passing through her expression. "I felt something earlier."

She leaned in further, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear.

"I don't know why, but I felt a rush of power inside me," she confessed, her voice barely more than a whisper. "And... I'm sorry for saying this so bluntly, but—I was touching myself while watching you earlier, when you were having sex with Hina and Yuuna."

Kouhei's breath faltered.

"My body became unbearably hot..." Misuzu continued, her voice trembling slightly. "I couldn't control it. I had to do something. So I did."

She pulled back slightly, just enough for him to see the glimmer of vulnerability and excitement in her eyes.

"It was my first time," she admitted. "Before that, I thought touching oneself was foolish—that it wasn't something I needed. But... strangely enough, I knew exactly what to do. And it felt good."

Her hands found his cheeks, her fingers pressing gently into his skin, holding him there. Her touch was cool against the warmth of his face, grounding yet possessive.

"And then..." she whispered, her pupils dilating slightly. "When that light enveloped the three of you, I felt something deep inside me shift. Something I've never felt before."

Her voice trembled with something that bordered between wonder and yearning.

"It might have been what an orgasm feels like..." she mused, her lips parting slightly. "And when I felt that, something inside me stirred."

Kouhei's heart pounded.

She had almost achieved a Love Link with him, Hina, and Yuuna.

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A four-way connection.

If it had synchronized completely, the power they could have generated would have been immense—overwhelming. But it seemed the attempt had failed. Perhaps because Misuzu's climax hadn't perfectly aligned with theirs.

"Hey, Kouhei-kun," Misuzu purred, her voice a seductive whisper. "I want to experience that again. Is it fine?"

Her lips inched closer, the heat between them nearly unbearable.

Every breath, every tiny movement, was charged with a delicious tension.

Until finally—

Their mouths were a mere breath apart.