I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 282: Live your life

Meanwhile, in Hell...

Yuuna sat in silence on the edge of her old bed, her fingers lightly brushing over the dusty sheets beneath her.

It was the same bed she had rested in for countless years.

Her bed, nestled deep within the halls of the Great House of Sarushima.

But now, the mattress sagged slightly under her weight, the fabric stained with the dull gray hue of time.

Dust clung to every inch, the stale scent of neglect lingering in the air like an unspoken reminder of abandonment.

Still, it was only natural.

No one would bother cleaning a room that had remained untouched for years—one with no soul living in it.

But even knowing that, seeing it in such a forgotten state brought a soft ache to her chest. Something about the decay was quietly, bitterly sad.

And then—

The silence shattered.

The door creaked open with an almost arrogant slowness.

No knock. No voice announcing their presence.

Just the sound of hinges groaning under movement.

Whoever it was didn’t even pretend to show respect. He just walked in like he owned the place. As if the room—her room—had always belonged to him.

Her lips tightened the moment she saw him.

"How was your stay here, my dear sister?" Souichiro’s voice oozed mockery, a smirk curving his lips as he stepped further into the room without a hint of hesitation.

Yuuna slowly turned her head toward him, eyes narrowed and tone composed, but clearly laced with disdain.

"Better than I expected," she said flatly. "I thought you’d waltz in here every day just to gloat... to constantly rub my defeat in my face and bask in your shallow little victory. But thankfully, you only decided to grace me with your presence now."

She paused, her glare sharpening.

"Although I appreciate the delay... your arrival still manages to ruin my day."

Souichiro chuckled darkly, walking closer.

"You really haven’t changed, have you?" he said, lifting his hand slowly and gently brushing the back of his finger against her cheek in a mockingly tender gesture—as if to test her softness, or remind her that she was in his grasp now. "Still full of fire, even now. But remember... this is the path you chose."

His tone darkened.

"You surrendered yourself—offered yourself up to save those pathetic, worthless members of your pitiful little faction. And this... this is the price you pay."

Yuuna’s fists trembled slightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms, but she kept her composure.

She didn’t say a word.

Instead, she raised her hand and swatted his away with force.

The defiance in her eyes was unmistakable.

"You’re really fucking cheeky, you know that?!" Souichiro snapped, and in a sudden, violent burst of rage, he slapped her hard across the face.

The sound echoed sharply in the air.

Yuuna’s body jolted back from the impact, landing hard onto the bed, her cheek reddened from the force.

Yet—she didn’t make a sound.

Not a single gasp, not a whimper.

At this point, getting hit—being knocked back by brute force—was nothing new to her. It didn’t even hurt anymore.

Souichiro climbed onto the bed, looming over her with eyes full of twisted madness.

"I should’ve done this a long time ago!" he growled, voice unhinged, and with no warning, he reached for her throat—his hands closing tightly around her neck and beginning to squeeze.

But just like before—Yuuna didn’t scream.

She didn’t resist.

She stared up at him with the same calm, unwavering coldness in her eyes.

It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t defiance.

It was pure, emotionless resolve.

That look made something in Souichiro twitch.

A sick grin crept onto his lips as he loosened his grip and let her go.

He had no plans to kill her—not now.

Not yet.

She was to become his bride.

And besides, if he crossed a certain line now, the consequences would spiral into a storm that even he couldn’t control.

"No matter," he muttered, stepping back and straightening the wrinkles on his shirt, adjusting his cuffs with a smirk. "I don’t care anymore. Our wedding is only a few weeks away."

His tone was casual—too casual.

"I’d advise you to start preparing yourself for our big day."

Then, turning toward the door, he added almost as an afterthought, "And I’m considering inviting your beloved little Child of Anti-Prophecy. I’ve heard rumors—he’s been gathering allies."

He laughed softly.

"Apparently, he’s planning something reckless. Maybe even a rescue attempt. Pathetic. But if he’s stupid enough to try it... well, I’ll gladly give him an invitation."

He smirked, eyes glinting with malice.

"Though, I’ll only be welcoming his head, of course."

"Souichiro... if you touch Kouhei, I swear I’ll—!"

"What?" Souichiro turned, his voice sharp with amusement. "You’ll do what, exactly?"

He chuckled, stepping back toward her with a smug grin. "I’ve honored my part of the deal. No attacks as well as no murders. But if they make the first move... then all bets are off."

His grin widened, dripping venom.

"But if he does die... well, then I’ll finally know just how much he meant to you."

Without waiting for a reply, Souichiro turned and walked out of the room.

He didn’t even glance back—just left with that same smug smirk spread across his face.

As the door shut behind him, Yuuna continued to stare at it, her eyes clouded with emotion.

Then, slowly, she clenched her teeth, her shoulders trembling slightly. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Please... Kouhei-kun..." she whispered, voice barely audible. "Don’t come for me... just run away... Live your life..."

Her voice cracked, her words trembling with pain.

"My life... it’s worthless compared to yours."

She whispered her plea to no one but the still air.

She was silently begging him not to come.

But she knew Kouhei too well.

No matter how hard she begged him to walk away—to live for himself—he would never give up on her.

And that was what terrified her the most.

***

Meanwhile...

Kouhei stepped through the towering gate of the Saionji Mansion, returning from his meeting with Mitani Chihiro.

The familiar path to the main hall felt heavier now, like the air itself carried tension.

Inside, waiting for him were Hina and Nagisa—already standing, their faces unreadable.

But they weren’t alone.

Standing beside them were two others—Amemiya Kyouka, and beside her, Sugisawa Masaki.

The moment Kouhei entered, both of them turned toward him.

And froze.

Their eyes widened, breath catching for just a second.

Something about him had shifted.

They had known already that he had been resurrected.

They were aware he was no longer a mortal.

His body now emitted a dark, ominous aura—his mana mixed with something far more sinister.

Demonic mana pulsed and twisted around him, visible to those attuned to such power. It wrapped around him like a second skin, coiling and writhing in the air.

But even knowing that—

They hadn’t expected this.

"Good to see you, Amemiya-sensei, Sugisawa-san," Kouhei greeted with a gentle smile, his voice calm and steady.

His eyes were different.

His presence had changed.

But his words, his heart...

He was still the same Kouhei they remembered.

For some reason, a subtle warmth spread through their chests the moment they realized it.

Despite the resurrection—despite the overwhelming demonic aura now cloaking him like a second skin—it didn’t mean Kouhei had become someone else entirely.

His energy had changed. His presence radiated a different weight, like a calm thunderstorm lingering in the distance. His mana twisted around him in dark, unnatural wisps, and his very race may no longer have been human.

But his gaze... his smile... the quiet sincerity in his voice...

It was still Kouhei.

And that, strangely enough, brought relief.

"I’m genuinely grateful that you two came all the way here," Kouhei said softly, his eyes meeting theirs with that same calm, unwavering focus. "There’s something important I’ve wanted to speak to both of you about."

"You don’t need to worry about anything, Okumura-kun," Masaki responded, her voice steady and filled with quiet conviction. "I’ll be your guide in this. And I’ll stand by your side."

There was no hesitation.

"Yuuna-sama did more for me than anyone else ever has. She saved me from the clutches of Souichiro-sama when I had nowhere else to run. So if this is the path you’re walking—if this is your fight—then I’ll repay what I owe her by fighting with you."

Her words held weight.

Masaki had once worn the colors of the Souichiro Faction. But long before that... she had been one of Yuuna’s own.

One of the earliest.

And Yuuna had done so much for her. More than just kindness. More than just protection.

Even after betrayal, Yuuna didn’t turn her away.

She welcomed her back with open arms.

"And besides," Masaki continued, her voice growing colder, "I’ve got my own score to settle with Souichiro-sama. After what he tried to do—using my sister like some bargaining chip..."

Her jaw clenched as her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

"So if you’re willing to let me fight alongside you... I’d love nothing more than to help you burn his ambition to the ground."

Kouhei blinked, visibly taken aback.

He hadn’t expected such clarity in her words—such raw resolve.

But the more he thought about it, the more sense it made.

Given what Masaki had experienced, what she had seen firsthand... it was only natural she was already prepared for war.

"Thank you, Sugisawa-san," he said, offering a warm smile that reached his eyes.

Then, slowly, his gaze shifted toward Kyouka.

Even now, it still felt surreal.

Until recently, Kouhei hadn’t even known the truth—that she was a demon.

And now, standing just across from her, preparing to discuss matters involving demons, war, and survival... it still didn’t feel entirely real.

But despite how unfamiliar it all was, he was deeply grateful for her presence.

And more than that—he needed her.

Kyouka wasn’t just another ally. She was a faction leader, powerful in her own right, and one whose influence could tip the scales of this war.

"Sensei..." Kouhei said slowly, his tone respectful. "Do you think you’d be willing to lend me a hand... to help Yuuna-san?"

Kyouka didn’t reply immediately.

Instead, she closed her eyes.

The air around her seemed to settle for a moment, as though even the shadows held their breath.

She had already made a promise to Yuuna.

She had given her word—vowed to support the Yuuna Faction in their war against the tyranny of Souichiro’s rule.

There was nothing left to reconsider.

She gave a small nod, eyes still calm and unreadable.

"I’ll help," she said at last. Her voice was firm, but not unkind. "But only to a point. I will not put my life—or the lives of my people—on the line for you. That was the condition I laid out to Yuuna when she asked me to stand beside her."

Kouhei’s expression didn’t falter.

"A fair and valid boundary," he replied with a respectful nod. "I would never force you—or anyone—to risk your life for me, or for us, Amemiya-sensei."

Kyouka studied him for a long moment, her gaze sharpening.

There was something about him—something that hadn’t been there before.

When she had first met Kouhei, her impression of him was... less than impressive.

A coward. Shaky. Unconfident. Someone who could barely make proper eye contact, let alone stand firm in his words. Socially awkward, and often flustered.

But now...

Now, he stood tall.

He spoke clearly, without hesitation, his voice laced with quiet strength and resolve.

There was steel beneath his skin. And his eyes carried weight.

He had changed.

So much so, in fact, that the boy she once thought of as pitiful...

Had become almost unrecognizable.

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