I Took A Succubus's First Time

Kouhei felt it.

It was a faint tremor in the air, almost like the pressure before a thunderclap. His instincts screamed at him, and without thinking, he pivoted sharply to the side.

Something invisible had been coming at him fast, and he dodged it purely on instinct, the sharp rush of air brushing past his cheek as proof of what could've happened.

His eyes snapped to the side—and there he was.

Masayoshi.

"It's been a long time," Masayoshi sneered, his voice dripping with mocking familiarity. "Last time I saw you, I remember ripping your heart right out of your chest."

"So you really are still alive, huh?" Kouhei replied, his eyes narrowing, studying every inch of the man in front of him.

He'd expected someone torn apart, mangled, scarred by death itself. But no—Masayoshi stood there whole, unbroken, and utterly intact.

In one perfect, terrifying piece.

"You dragged a whole damn war just to ruin our fun, huh? You actually think you're some hotshot hero?" Masayoshi scoffed, his lip curling.

"I don't think that at all," Kouhei answered coolly, his voice calm as still water. Then, almost conversationally, he added, "By the way... would you be mad if your nice suit got wrecked?"

"Huh?" Masayoshi's brow twitched, confused by the sudden shift.

"Because," Kouhei said, tilting his head slightly, his tone still calm but edged with steel, "it's already cut down to the waist."

Masayoshi's gaze dropped like a stone—and what he saw made his gut twist.

The suit he'd arrived in, flawless and sharp, was now torn and shredded at the waist, as if an invisible blade had sliced right through it.

"W-When did you…?"

Masayoshi's mind raced. He hadn't seen Kouhei move. Hadn't felt the air shift. Not even a flicker of motion.

Yet, impossibly, the damage was real.

He didn't need armor, thanks to his power—his mastery over time itself let him heal wounds as if they'd never happened.

But clothes were different. Fabric had no mana. And once destroyed, even he couldn't restore them.

Thankfully, it wasn't anything precious. It was just a suit fit for battle. Bringing a treasured piece here would've been a fool's mistake.

But the realization that Kouhei had managed this without him noticing... that rattled him.

"Alright, you fucker," Masayoshi growled, voice low, feral. His hands clenched, fabric ripping apart as he tore away the ruined remnants of his suit. "Enough games. Let's get serious."

The air between them grew dense, almost vibrating with the tension of what was about to come.

Kouhei shifted his weight, muscles coiling tight, ready.

Their eyes locked. In that single heartbeat, everything else seemed to vanish.

And then—they lunged.

Blinding speed tore apart the space between them. To anyone else, it would've looked like two shadows clashing, faster than thought.

Kouhei's mind ignited, thoughts burning like wildfire, each idea flickering so fast it blurred together.

Suddenly, Masayoshi was right there—so close Kouhei could see the faint flecks of blood in his eyes, smell the iron tang of battle sweat.

Masayoshi's hand pulled back, muscles rippling under skin, fist aimed directly at Kouhei's skull.

It was the kind of punch that wouldn't just crack bone—it'd turn his entire head into mist.

Kouhei tilted his head, just enough to feel the raw shockwave of power whip past him, air pressure rattling his teeth.

He remembered that power—the same monstrous force that had once punched through his chest.

"Ha! Look at you, acting like you're something special," Masayoshi spat, his voice venomous. "But in truth, you're nothing but a pathetic worm squirming around, trying to crawl your way up. But you won't even get that chance, because I'll break you before you move another inch!"

He launched into a flurry of punches, each blow cracking through air with deadly force—but they hit nothing.

Kouhei weaved between them, sweat chilling on his skin, muscles tensed like a drawn bow.

'He's strong. Ridiculously strong…' Kouhei thought, eyes locked on every twitch of Masayoshi's shoulders, every subtle shift. 'If I wasn't faster… I'd already be dead.'

Not just dead—obliterated.

Masayoshi was a monster with raw power coupled with time manipulation that made him feel unstoppable.

"You're fuckin' scurrying around like a cockroach! You really think you can dance around me forever?!"

Kouhei's heart jolted.

Something felt wrong.

The air around them thickened, shadows crawling in from every direction.

He turned his gaze—Masayoshi had spread a dark, oppressive forcefield, sealing them inside.

Inside it, Masayoshi could twist time however he pleased.

"Now… you're dead!" Masayoshi snarled, his voice echoing through the sealed space like a death knell.

And then—

Everything froze.

Sound died. The world itself seemed to stop breathing.

Kouhei's body felt like it had been cast in stone. His heartbeat slammed once—and then halted.

Masayoshi stepped forward, each movement slow and deliberate, his expression twisted in triumph.

"You thought you could just walk in and ruin Souichiro-sama's joy? Thought there wouldn't be consequences? You really believed you could get away with this? Dream on! I'm gonna fuck you up so bad, you won't even recognize yourself!"

His words vibrated through the silent air like poison.

Kouhei felt the crushing weight of stillness. But he didn't panic. His eyes stayed locked on Masayoshi, unblinking.

Masayoshi's fist drew back again, aiming right at Kouhei's chest—ready to tear his heart out once more.

Then—

Kouhei's body twitched.

"Huh?!"

Masayoshi's eyes flew open, confusion breaking across his face.

He'd frozen time itself. Kouhei shouldn't have been able to move a single muscle.

Yet he had.

"What the fuck did you just do?!"

For the first time, Masayoshi felt a spark of fear coil in his gut.

He'd seen something like this before.

Back when he'd fought Hina and Kouhei together—they'd somehow broken through his time stop, moving when they shouldn't.

That should've been impossible.

Yet here it was. Kouhei had shattered time's chains.

"It seems I finally figured out how to counter your ability," Kouhei said, voice calm, cold—and terrifyingly free.

He could even speak now.

Masayoshi's breath caught in his throat. The impossible was happening right before his eyes.

Masayoshi's eyes widened, disbelief twisting across his face.

"You… How the fuck are you moving?!"

Kouhei's gaze stayed locked, unshaken. His breathing slowed as he concentrated—not just fighting, but feeling the mana pulsing through his veins.

Bit by bit, Kouhei tugged mana from every muscle fiber as well as every nerve running down his arms and legs—pulling it free from where time's grip clamped down the hardest. It felt like peeling rusted chains off bone, raw and scraping, but he forced it.

Then, inch by inch, he dragged that freed mana inward, letting it pool and churn deep inside his stomach—a swirling core of raw energy, alive and burning against the impossible cold of stopped time.

The air quivered.

Masayoshi's voice cracked with rage.

"Don't fuck with me! You think ripping mana out of your own limbs is enough?! I am TIME ITSELF!"

Kouhei exhaled, the breath white and slow.

"You always talk too much," he said flatly.

And then—Masayoshi lunged.

Whoosh!

A brutal punch swung straight for Kouhei's head, the force splitting the still air.

Kouhei dipped under it, his own shadow blurring.

Another fist crashed toward his ribs—Kouhei twisted, letting it slice past his side, the shockwave brushing his clothes.

Masayoshi's teeth bared in a snarl.

"You can't keep dancing forever, worm!"

Masayoshi's strikes cut through the frozen space, each punch a blur of power.

Kouhei's breath came low and controlled, muscles coiled, sliding between blows like smoke.

'Pull more…' Kouhei thought, feeling the pain burn through his limbs as he ripped mana free from the frozen hold, feeding it into his center, fueling the spark.

Masayoshi's growl echoed through the sealed forcefield.

"Ha! You think you're clever? You're nothing! NOTHING!"

Whoosh!

A sweeping kick flew at Kouhei's head.

He bent backwards, the heel slicing through the air above his nose.

Another punch.

Kouhei sidestepped, the knuckles missing his jaw by a hair.

Their faces brushed close.

Masayoshi's breath hot with fury.

"Stand still, damn you!"

Kouhei's voice stayed calm, the words cutting like ice.

"You're too slow, Masayoshi."

Masayoshi's eyes flared red.

"SLOW?! I'll tear your fuckin' heart out again!"

Thud! Wham!

Fists rained down like falling iron. Kouhei slipped sideways, the blows crashing into nothing but air.

Masayoshi roared, spit flying.

"STOP FUCKING MOVING!!"

A punch smashed into the ground, cracks spiderwebbing beneath them.

Dust and debris shivered in the halted time.

Kouhei danced around the rubble, boots skimming the floor, breath steady.

"Still talking big," Kouhei said, voice steady, eyes sharp as drawn steel. "But all you're hitting is wind."

Masayoshi's chest heaved, veins bulging across his forehead.

"You think you're better than ME?! You think you can just tear apart TIME?!"

Punch after punch, kick after kick.Each blow strong enough to pulverize concrete, but Kouhei slipped through the onslaught like water around rock.

Every dodge sparked with raw power and danger.

The air hissed with each narrowly-avoided strike, mana-charged limbs cracking through the frozen air.

And deep inside Kouhei's stomach, the gathered mana whirled, burning hotter and coiling tighter.

Masayoshi's face twisted with rage and disbelief.

"FUCKING STAY STILL!!!"

But Kouhei only watched him, eyes steady, chest rising slow and calm, waiting with his limbs alive with pain and muscles taut like steel wire, like he was ready for the exact moment to strike.