I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 181: The Devil
They were about to kiss. The space between them had all but vanished, their breaths mingling in the heat of the moment. Misuzu's lips hovered just above Kouhei's, their warmth tantalizingly close—when suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the tension like a stone breaking glass.
In an instant, they both jerked away, as if an unseen force had snapped them back to reality. Their bodies recoiled in opposite directions, scrambling to put as much distance between them as possible within the few precious seconds they had before—
The door swung open.
Yuuna and the others had arrived.
"Hm?" Yuuna tilted her head, her sharp eyes flicking between them with mild amusement. "Why are you two sitting so far apart?"
"N-Nothing at all," Misuzu stammered, her voice slightly too high, too forced. She cleared her throat quickly, eager to steer the conversation elsewhere. "More importantly, what happened?"
Yuuna's lips curled into a smile—a perfectly composed, elegant expression. Yet, something about it felt... off. It was too bright, too smooth, as if it had been carefully placed to mask something lurking beneath the surface.
"Well," she said lightly, "it seems Chihiro won't be aligning herself with Souichiro in the faction war between him and me." Her smile deepened, though her eyes held an unsettling glint. "We're quite fortunate. Chihiro is very... understanding."
The words were spoken with practiced grace, but there was something about them—an undercurrent of twisted satisfaction, as if her happiness stemmed from something more than just relief.
"For now, that means we don't have to worry about her siding with Souichiro. Our only true enemy... is the Souichiro Faction itself."
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The room seemed to grow heavier at her words.
The Souichiro Faction—the faction led by Sarushima Souichiro, Yuuna's own brother... as well as her fiancé. A man who had declared war against her.
For now, the battle between them remained a cold war—one of political maneuvering, strategic plays, and unseen hands pulling strings in the shadows. But it wouldn't stay that way forever. At some point, the delicate balance would shatter, and when it did, the war would no longer be fought with words. It would be fought with blood.
"Is that so?" Kouhei nodded, his voice steady. "Good work. I'm glad all of you made it back safely. None of you are injured, are you?"
"We're fine, Kouhei-kun. I don't think we took enough damage to—"
Yuuna faltered. Her breath hitched.
"Oh..."
Her legs trembled for a fraction of a second before she caught herself, pressing a hand against her temple. A wave of dizziness swept through her.
"It looks like the power from the Love Link has finally worn off," Hina murmured, her own body suddenly feeling sluggish, as if invisible weights had been strapped to her limbs.
"I feel... heavy." Nagisa's knees gave way beneath her. She barely managed to steady herself, clutching onto the armrest of a nearby chair.
Aria, too, leaned against the wall, exhaling slowly as her strength seemed to drain from her body.
The Love Link—the surge of power that had fueled them—was gone. And without it, the backlash came crashing down all at once. The exhaustion that had been pushed aside by the rush of energy now returned with a vengeance, pulling them down like an anchor dragging them beneath the surface.
"A-Are you all okay?" Kouhei asked, concern flashing in his eyes.
"We're fine," Yuuna reassured him, though her voice was softer now, weaker. "Just a little dizzy... But it's nothing I can't handle." She straightened, her posture regaining its usual elegance despite the fatigue threatening to pull her down. "All of you, rest now. I have something to take care of before I retire for the night."
"Yuuna-san?" Kouhei frowned, the unease in his chest growing.
She was exhausted. It was clear in the way her breath came slightly heavier than usual, in the slight stiffness of her movements. So what exactly was so important that it couldn't wait until morning?
"You don't need to worry, Kouhei-kun," Yuuna said smoothly, sensing his thoughts before he could voice them. "I'm fine. I just need to speak with an old friend—someone who might be able to help us in this fight."
"Old friend...?"
***
The air in Yuuna's room was still, almost unnervingly quiet. The only sound came from the soft hum of her phone screen as it lit up in the darkness.
She scrolled through her contacts, her fingers moving with purpose, before selecting a number and pressing the call button.
The phone rang. Once. Twice.
A click.
The call connected.
"I'm sorry for calling at this hour," Yuuna's voice was calm, controlled, yet laced with an unmistakable urgency. "Do you have time to meet tonight?"
There was a pause. Then a response from the other end.
"Good." Her tone didn't waver. "Also, can you bring Masaki with you? I need to speak with her as well."
Another short exchange, then the call ended.
Yuuna exhaled softly, lowering the phone from her ear. Her fingers lingered over the screen for a moment before she finally set it down.
Yuuna raised her hand, tracing a delicate motion in the air. The dormant magic circle beneath her feet responded instantly, its intricate symbols igniting with a brilliant azure glow. The arcane script pulsed, the energy humming softly as it wrapped around her in shimmering threads of light. This two-way teleportation circle was a privilege only she could activate, a safeguard preventing others from misusing its power.
She rarely relied on it unless necessary, but tonight was different. Tonight, she had no time to waste.
The moment the final sigil flared to life, the magic surged. Light engulfed her, swallowing her whole in a radiant cascade, its brilliance searing against the darkness of her room. Then, in an instant—silence.
The light faded, and Yuuna found herself standing in complete darkness.
The air was still, thick with the faint scent of polished wood and parchment. A moment passed before she reached for the switch, her slender fingers brushing against the cool surface. With a flick, the room was bathed in a golden glow, pushing back the shadows that had swallowed it whole.
The student council office.
And sitting at the grand mahogany desk, her legs crossed elegantly, was Amemiya Kyouka. The soft glow of the overhead lights cast a sharp contrast against her features, emphasizing the piercing gaze that met Yuuna's own.
"You could have turned on the light yourself," Yuuna said, her tone smooth yet teasing. "Rather than sitting in the dark like some brooding specter."
Kyouka smirked, resting her chin against her palm. "I heard you paid a visit to the Mitani Faction to negotiate with Chihiro," she remarked, her voice carrying a weight of curiosity. "I assume you managed to prevent her from siding with Souichiro?"
Yuuna met her gaze with calm certainty. "Chihiro agreed not to make any rash decisions," she replied, her words deliberate. "Fortunately, she was reasonable."
Kyouka's sharp eyes studied her. "Did it really happen that smoothly? I find it difficult to believe that someone like Chihiro would comply without some sort of... struggle."
Yuuna's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Who can say? If you're that curious, you might have to ask her yourself."
A silence stretched between them—brief, yet heavy with unspoken tension. There was something in the way Yuuna carried herself, a subtle shift in her demeanor that hinted at something more.
"You didn't kill anyone, did you?" Kyouka asked at last, her tone measured but searching.
Yuuna exhaled softly, her expression unchanging. "I wouldn't go that far," she replied. "As I see it, the sins of a leader should not be passed onto their followers. Killing them would serve no purpose but to weigh on my conscience."
Kyouka leaned back slightly, fingers tapping lightly against the table. "I see... Well, if you truly managed to sway Chihiro without bloodshed, that's a step forward. She may become an asset when the inevitable war between you and your brother begins. Though her temperament leaves much to be desired, she has her uses."
Yuuna nodded. "I know. However, she's unlikely to accept an alliance immediately. That's why I plan to offer her something she cannot refuse."
Kyouka regarded her with a quiet chuckle. "You really are a devil, Yuuna. Your voice carries a darker edge now compared to before. Tell me—why is that?"
A slow smile graced Yuuna's lips, a quiet storm swirling behind her eyes. "Because I have someone to protect now," she murmured. "And to keep them safe, I must become as much of a devil as I possibly can."
Kyouka found herself momentarily speechless. This was no longer the Yuuna she once knew—this was a woman who had cast aside restraint, not for power, but for the sake of another.
"I want to have someone to protect as well..." Kyouka whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
"Hm?" Yuuna tilted her head slightly. "Did you say something?"
Kyouka's expression returned to its usual composure. "No," she said smoothly. "Just speaking to the wind. Now then, I believe it's time for you to meet her."
