I Took A Succubus's First Time

Kouhei stepped closer to Masayoshi, his shadow stretching across the scorched ground between them.

Right now, Masayoshi looked truly terrified. His breath came out ragged, sweat dripped down his temples, and his wide eyes darted around like a cornered animal looking for an escape. It was the first time Kouhei had ever seen him like this. He was so shaken that even his words tasted of fear.

Kouhei's steps were slow but unyielding, each one crunching against the broken earth as Masayoshi scrambled backward, the heel of his foot dragging up ash and dirt.

"S-Stay away, you fucker!" Masayoshi roared, voice cracking and raw with panic. "You can't kill me! I'm… I'm time itself! I can bend time to my will! There's no fucking way an insignificant fuck like you could ever manage this! You're nothing! I said, you're nothing!"

Yet for all his words, Masayoshi kept backing away, trembling, as if every inch Kouhei moved closer tightened an invisible noose around his neck.

"S-Stay away!" he spat out again, desperation clawing at his voice as his shaking hand dug into the scorched ground, scooping up a fistful of hot, blackened sand from the hellish soil beneath them. His arm jerked as he flung it at Kouhei's face, the grains catching the dying light like shards of glass.

Kouhei didn't even flinch. He lifted his hand, brushing the sand aside like it was nothing more than an annoyance.

"I-I said stay the fuck away, you fucker! Stay away! Don't take another fucking step! Don't! Fuck you!" Masayoshi's voice broke completely, chest heaving, and spit flying with every shout.

Kouhei could see it now. That Masayoshi's eyes weren't filled with the same arrogance as before. There was no twisted pride anymore and only raw fear.

Enough. Kouhei decided to end it right there—to cut down Masayoshi where he stood.

But before the blade could fall, a deafening clang of steel slammed through the air, sharp enough to rattle the bones.

The sheer force of it exploded outward in a vicious shockwave, tearing up the scorched ground in a circle that blasted dust and smoke high into the sky. The impact sent Masayoshi's broken body tumbling backward, rolling through the dirt like a rag doll caught in a storm.

Kouhei's gaze snapped up, eyes narrowing, heart pounding in his chest as he looked at the one who had just stopped him.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Souichiro drawled, voice dripping with casual malice, his expression half-amused, half-scornful. "Watching Masayoshi go from feeling invincible to crawling for mercy… It's quite the show, isn't it? Looks like I overestimated him after all. Trusting a reckless piece of shit like that to kill you was a mistake. So now, I'll do it myself—I'll grant you the honor of dying by my own hand."

"Souichiro…" Kouhei growled, the word rumbling low in his throat, as the air between them seemed to spark with raw hostility.

Their eyes locked, neither of them willing to look away, both radiating a silent, crushing tension that felt heavy enough to split the ground.

"Do you really want my sister that badly?" Souichiro sneered, his words sharp enough to cut. "You're pushing yourself this far and fighting just to get someone who's only using you for her own gain. You really think you know what she's like? She's nothing but a manipulative bitch—someone who can twist people around her little finger like it's nothing. You think it's coincidence her entire faction is full of freaks she pulled in? And you—you're just another freak to add to her collection, isn't that right?"

That smug grin curled across his face, smug and sure, as if he believed he'd stripped away every illusion Kouhei had about Yuuna.

At first, Kouhei had doubted too. Those words might have cut him once.

But after spending time with Yuuna—seeing her as well as fighting beside her—that doubt had been burned away, replaced with something solid and that was loyalty.

He trusted her now. And from the way she treated him, he knew Yuuna trusted him too.

"You don't know anything about Yuuna-san," Kouhei shot back, voice calm but edged like drawn steel.

"Oh? You think you know her better than I do, you worthless piece of shit?" Souichiro's voice rose, venom seeping into every word. "We've lived for centuries—longer than your pathetic human life, which is barely a blink to us. I've watched her manipulate people for longer than you've even been alive. That's why I love her—and why I'd do anything to have her. You think you understand her better than me? How many years have you had with her? Not even a fucking year!"

And he wasn't wrong about that.

Kouhei and Yuuna had only shared months together—compared to Souichiro, who had been at her side since the moment he was born. As noble vampires, they had centuries behind them—time Kouhei couldn't even begin to imagine.

But even so…

Those months had been enough for Kouhei to see Yuuna not as some manipulative monster, but as a person he could believe in.

"I may not have been with her long," Kouhei said, voice steady, unwavering, "but I've seen enough to know her better than you ever did."

Souichiro's smug expression shattered, twisting into something darker with his jaw clenched, eyes narrowing with rage that barely stayed contained.

"You fucking piss me off, really…" Souichiro hissed, the words grinding out between gritted teeth.

And then, without another word, both of them launched at each other, swords flashing.

***

Kyouka's body moved on instinct, her muscles screaming as she forced herself forward.

Every time Satoshi flickered into view, she swung her blade and trying to catch him.

But Satoshi was fast. Too fast. And whenever she thought she'd matched his speed, he'd slip just ahead again, moving like a shadow that refused to be caught.

"Kukukuku~… I think I'll get a delicious treat out of you…" Satoshi sneered, his voice a sick mockery as he dragged his tongue across the blood staining his blade, eyes glinting with twisted hunger.

Kyouka's gaze dropped to her shoulder—where a fresh gash burned hot, blood soaking into her clothes.

She sucked in a sharp breath, eyes narrowing as she forced herself to stay focused, though her hands trembled from fatigue and pain.

This was turning into a fucking nightmare.

She'd been away from the battlefield for too long, and the old injury still bit into her with every move, refusing to heal even after so much time. Now, every motion felt heavy and slowed—and Satoshi was relentless.

His bladework was clean, almost cruelly precise with each movement wasted on nothing. Worse, she couldn't even sense him until he was right there, blade already cutting through the air.

It felt like trying to fight the wind.

At this point, Kyouka could feel it deep in her bones that she was getting outclassed, step by step, breath by breath. And right now, there wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop it.

***

Two days before the war.

"Kyouka-sensei," Kouhei called out.

Kouhei was a student from what you could call her class.

No—more accurately, it wasn't really a class at all, but something she'd taken on just to observe. Specifically, to watch Kouhei—the one Yuuna said to be able to end the prophecy of Yesh... the total defeat and annihilation of Hell.

And so she'd applied to that school as a teacher, just so she could keep a closer eye on him. Because as someone who'd fought in a war against the heavenside herself, she knew her observation of him might prove useful later.

"Okumura-kun," Kyouka said, her voice steady. "What is it?"

"Nothing. I'm just… making sure everything on our end is going well," he answered, his tone awkward, almost shy.

Truthfully, it was Kyouka who'd done most of the refining on their strategy. Of course, Kouhei had built most of the plan himself, but she'd gone over it, perfecting it where she could.

After all, she had the most battle experience of anyone in Kouhei's army.

"Are you nervous?" Kyouka asked, her gaze softening just slightly.

"To be honest, yeah. I mean, I used to be just a normal guy… and now I'm going to war," Kouhei admitted with a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I don't think that's bad," Kyouka replied. "Honestly, I'd be more worried if you weren't nervous at all."

If he felt nothing before a battle like this—where lives were truly on the line—it'd have been abnormal. Kouhei held so many lives in his hands now and of course he'd feel the weight.

"I think I've got to thank you, sensei. Without you, everything might've ended up a mess on my part," Kouhei added, voice lower and more sincere.

"It's fine," Kyouka said, letting a small smile slip through. "It's your first time, after all. And I can be your adviser for things like this."

For a moment, silence settled between them and it was almost comfortable.

Then, after a short pause, Kouhei spoke again, voice firmer.

"I'm going to get her back."

The way he said it caught Kyouka a little by surprise, the raw resolve behind his words sharp and clear.

But she understood.

She couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips.