I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 286: Kouhei Vs. Momoko, Part 2

Momoko’s eyes shot open in disbelief, her pupils trembling as she stared at the aftermath of her own attack—sliced through like paper.

’W-What... What is happening?!’

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, her heart skipped a beat. Her jaw clenched involuntarily as her thoughts spiraled.

This—this was the first time she had ever felt so completely outclassed.

Overwhelmed.

Defenseless.

It felt as though Kouhei had pulled back the curtain on all her secrets... like he could see right through her—her limits, her tricks, her pride.

She was exposed.

And she hated it.

There was one truth she’d always kept hidden behind her cold smirk and confident posture.

She could only use her mana in limited bursts.

A bitter flaw that wasn’t unique to her alone—it was a curse that every single member of the Yuki Clan bore from birth.

Even if they were born with massive mana pools, it meant nothing.

Once they hit that invisible limit, their bodies locked down.

They couldn’t cast again.

Couldn’t fight again.

Not until the current ability expired or ended.

And she knew it all too well.

The only reason she had managed to summon that formidable golem earlier was because her mana limiter was higher than anyone else’s.

But that freedom came at a price—she was often restricted to only one major technique per engagement.

That was the truth behind her strategy.

Golem creation barely cost her anything in terms of mana, which allowed her to deploy it despite her limiter.

But her total output still had to be divided evenly.

When she created more than one, each was inherently weaker.

That’s why she always let the others disappear before recasting a new spell—mana rotation was her only path to power.

And yet—even within those boundaries—she was feared.

Her magical firepower was considered legendary within the clan.

She once froze an entire ocean just by pressing her bare foot against it.

She had earned her title.

But now?

Now, she was looking at someone who had been revived from death.

Someone who had stared into the void and returned.

Not as a man...

But as something else.

Something demonic.

Something inhuman.

And even knowing that, she never imagined the speed he now possessed.

The way he moved.

The way he wielded his blade with such razor precision—cutting through gaps, vanishing and reappearing like the wind itself—it was beyond her.

She was falling behind.

And her mind refused to accept that reality.

’No. Me? Losing?! That’s absurd! I’m the Queen of Ice! I’m not supposed to lose to some lowlife mortal like this!’

Her teeth gnashed together as the internal conflict exploded outward.

With a furious howl that cracked through the snowy silence, she screamed into the blizzard.

And the storm answered her.

The snow thickened.

The wind screamed.

Nature bent to her rage.

She recalled her scattered golems and pulled every ounce of mana she could reclaim from them.

Consolidating her strength.

Channeling everything into the one golem she still rode.

This time, she didn’t hold anything back.

Glacial spikes erupted from its form like armor forged from frozen spears.

Jagged blades of hardened ice pierced the air, encasing the golem until it no longer resembled the lumpy snow beast from before.

It was a monster now.

Towering and feral, its entire body was transformed into a brutal tank of frozen death.

Every inch of it radiated danger.

It was no longer a snow golem.

It was a demon forged from glaciers.

The ice was so dense, so compact, that it shimmered under the snowfall like diamonds catching moonlight.

Uncuttable. Unbreakable.

And as Momoko reached her peak—her final limit—the golem’s form solidified, standing tall and terrible like an ancient titan reborn.

"RAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHH!!!"

Its roar cracked through the sky like thunder, shaking the very earth beneath Kouhei’s feet.

Mana swirled wildly around the construct, denser than before.

Unlike earlier, when it was scattered and diluted across multiple bodies—this time, it was pure.

Focused. Refined.

Kouhei narrowed his eyes.

The size of the golem was roughly the same as the first version he had destroyed—except now, it was reinforced like a fortress.

He could sense it.

This was Momoko’s final form.

"Now then... You shall feel my wrath!" Momoko howled, her voice booming with rage and desperation.

The ground shook as the golem surged forward.

Every step was like a meteor landing—trembling earth, cracking snow, the air rippling from the sheer mass.

It was coming for him.

And Kouhei didn’t move.

He planted his stance, drew in a sharp breath, and gathered mana into his sword.

The blade pulsed with light—

It was dark, smooth, and violent.

Momoko saw it, and her gut twisted in alarm.

Without hesitation, she yanked a sliver of mana out of the golem and redirected it—channeling it into a single, focused cast.

Freeze.

She aimed it straight at his weapon.

The moment the spell activated, frost erupted at the base of the sword, slithering upward like icy vines trying to consume it.

Kouhei’s expression darkened.

He’d noticed it—but just a split second too late.

The cold sank into his fingers, numbing them. The grip on his blade began to stiffen.

"Oh no—"

He poured mana into the hilt to counter it, heating the blade from within.

But this spell Freeze...

It clung to his sword, resisting the heat, burrowing into every groove and seam.

A war of magic began on that blade—fire and frost colliding violently, steam hissing into the cold air.

He was fighting her spell head-on.

And he wasn’t backing down.

The freezing energy spread like a web, jagged and shimmering, biting deep into Kouhei’s skin through the hilt.

His fingers stung.

A sharp, numbing pain jolted up his wrist.

CRRRK—!!

The sword crackled under pressure, the blade resisting but trembling from the cold’s grip.

Kouhei clenched his jaw.

He didn’t panic.

Instead, he tightened both hands on the sword and slowly exhaled, allowing his mana to circulate through his body again.

Heat pulsed outward—slow at first, then stronger. Steam hissed from his palm.

TSSSSSSHHHH—!!

"...You’re strong, Momoko-san," he muttered under his breath. "But I’m not stopping here."

The frost splintered.

CRACK!

Tiny fractures webbed through the ice that wrapped around his blade. Kouhei’s aura surged with intensity as he poured more into the sword—his energy pushing back against hers.

And then—

SHHHHRIIIIING!

With one decisive swing, he cleaved through the freeze, scattering shards of broken ice into the wind.

"RAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

The glacier-armored golem thundered forward, each footstep shaking the frozen battlefield.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

The sheer pressure of its charge sent ripples across the snowy terrain.

Glacial dust and slush exploded with every step.

Momoko rode atop its shoulder, one hand raised high, channeling more energy through her body and into the golem.

"Try and stop this, Child of Anti-Prophecy!!" she screamed.

The golem raised a colossal arm, lined with razor-like ice blades, and brought it down with crushing force.

Kouhei barely shifted his footing.

He sidestepped, his boots digging into the snow as he leapt backward.

KRAAAACK!!

The golem’s punch landed—sending a quake rolling across the ground and blowing snow into a blinding cloud.

Kouhei landed safely, panting lightly, his eyes narrowing.

He could feel the rhythm now.

Every movement of the golem, every twitch of Momoko’s body, was in sync.

’She’s not just controlling it—she’s part of it.’

He darted in again—this time from the side.

The golem reacted, swiping with its left arm.

Kouhei slid under the attack, snow spraying behind him.

He slashed upward mid-slide—his blade scraping across one of the glacier spikes.

Sparks erupted, but the blade didn’t cut through.

’Dammit. That ice really is harder than before.’

He flipped back, regaining distance.

But the golem didn’t give him time to think.

BOOM—!!

Its leg stomped forward, sending a barrage of snow and shattered ice toward him.

"Freeze Wall!" Momoko cast again, creating a towering wall of jagged frost in front of Kouhei as a trap.

He jumped—vaulting up with raw momentum—and stabbed his blade into the icy surface, using it to pull himself higher.

He climbed rapidly, momentum carrying him up the wall, and then leapt over.

Momoko gasped from her vantage point. "You—!"

Kouhei descended like a hawk, his blade shining with mana.

But the golem twisted—

WHAM!!

A backhand sent Kouhei flying through the air, tumbling before he hit the ground.

THUD—!!

Snow exploded where he landed, his body skipping once, then coming to a stop.

"Kouhei-kun!!" Misuzu cried from the sidelines, her voice trembling.

Kouhei groaned as he pushed himself up from the ground, a long scratch bleeding down his cheek.

Snow clung to his cloak and hair, and his body ached from the impact—but his grip on the sword never wavered.

"I’m... fine," he muttered.

His breath came out in heavy puffs of steam.

Still, his legs held steady.

From her perch, Momoko’s laughter echoed.

"Fufufu... I thought you were impressive for a moment," she said, brushing hair from her face. "But this is your limit, isn’t it?"

Kouhei didn’t answer.

He simply stared at the massive golem as it took a step forward, the ground rumbling beneath it.

He inhaled deeply.

Then, he began walking forward. Slowly. Steadily.

Snow kicked up with every step.

His sword hummed in his hand, responding to the mana flowing through it.

"Alright," he whispered. "Let’s try something else."

As he moved, he began building energy—not in one burst, but in layers.

His mana throbbed like a heartbeat.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Then—

He vanished.

A flash of movement.

A sudden gust.

A shockwave.

Momoko barely had time to react before Kouhei appeared above the golem’s shoulder—slashing downward.

The blade struck the armored glacier plating—

KAAAANG!!

Sparks exploded.

The strike didn’t cut through completely—but a chunk of the armor chipped, a hairline fracture running down the surface.

"What...?!"

Kouhei landed again, backpedaled, and took another stance. He was breathing heavier now, but his focus hadn’t wavered.

"Let’s see how long that armor holds up," he muttered.

And then—he dashed in again.

Strike.

Dodge.

Parry.

Step by step, hit by hit, Kouhei chipped away at the armor—never reckless, never rushing. Just precise, deliberate, disciplined.

Momoko gritted her teeth.

He wasn’t trying to overpower her.

He was dissecting her.

And it terrified her more than brute force ever could.

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