I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 109: Sarushima VS. Sarushima

Yuuna and her group finally arrived at the site of devastation. The screams of fleeing civilians and the crash of collapsing buildings reverberated through the ruined streets. Her crimson eyes swept over the catastrophic scene, her jaw tightening as fury churned inside her. With a sharp, audible click of her tongue, she spat out the name of the bastard responsible.

"Souichiro…" she hissed, venom lacing her tone. Her teeth ground together as she fought to keep her composure, though every fiber of her being screamed for retribution.

Her brother had always been a nightmare. From the time they were kids, Souichiro took sadistic pleasure in making her life hell. He'd yank her hair, laugh at her tears, and revel in her misery. He didn't just enjoy power—he craved the suffering of others. If she had to describe him in one word, it would be "sadistic." Though honestly, "evil" fit just as well. Sadistic, evil, cruel—none of those words felt strong enough. "Sadistically evil" was probably as close as she'd get.

"Misuzu, Yumi, Nagisa! Focus on evacuating the civilians! Hina, Kozue, you're with me," Yuuna barked, her voice cutting through the chaos like a whip.

"Yes, President!" The group responded in unison, snapping into action without hesitation.

They moved like a well-oiled machine, but Yuuna couldn't shake the unease curling in her gut. This wasn't just any battle—it was a fight between factions of the Sarushima family. And with Souichiro involved, there was no chance for a peaceful resolution or a compromise. The man lived to destroy, and negotiation wasn't even in his vocabulary.

New novel 𝓬hapters are published on ƒreewebɳovel.com.

"This mana…" Yuuna muttered. "Natsuya's here. His fire magic is destructive enough to level this entire area."

"And that's not all," Nagisa said. "I can feel Masayoshi's aura. That man here too, isn't he?"

Yuuna's lips thinned as Nagisa's words sank in. Natsuya and Masayoshi—two of Souichiro's most vicious demons. Their raw power and skill matched, if not surpassed, her own. And those two were just the beginning. Souichiro's lineup was stacked with brutal killers, each more dangerous than the last.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms. Her own strength wasn't enough to beat him—not on its own. But thankfully, she'd managed to recharge her mana earlier, thanks to Kouhei. That hug… just that brief, intimate connection had replenished her energy faster than she thought possible. It wouldn't guarantee victory, but it gave her a fighting chance.

"President," Hina warned sharply, her eyes narrowing. "Something's coming."

A deafening crash tore through the air as a massive figure slammed into the ground with the force of a meteor. The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, cracking the pavement and flinging debris into the air. Dust billowed like a suffocating fog, swirling around the point of impact.

When the dust finally cleared, a hulking man stood at the center of the crater. His arms were grotesquely muscled, veins bulging and pulsating as if they might burst. His legs were equally monstrous, built for raw, unrelenting power. This beast didn't rely on magic—he was all brute force, a mountain of muscle and rage.

Before Yuuna could react, another figure landed nearby. Unlike the first, this one was eerily graceful, his movements almost feline as he touched down softly. A smug grin played across his face as he looked at her, his eyes gleaming with mockery.

"Well, well… Souichiro's precious little sister finally decided to show up," he drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. "Souichiro, she's here. You can come out now."

And then it happened—a jagged, crimson rift tore through the air, the sound like flesh being ripped apart. The portal twisted and churned, radiating malice so intense it made Yuuna's skin crawl. From its depths, a figure emerged.

Golden hair caught the sunlight, shimmering like a twisted halo, while his crimson eyes burned with a cruel, unholy light. His presence was suffocating, every step radiating menace as he approached.

"Yuuna," Souichiro greeted, his voice a venomous purr. "So good of you to finally join us. You were almost too late, you know. Just a moment more, and this adorable little territory of yours would've been blown to bits. All those pathetic mortals you've been coddling? They'd have been nothing but ash." His lips curled into a wicked grin. "But I held back, just for you. Aren't I generous?"

Souichiro's crimson eyes swept over the chaos he had wrought, his lips curling into a predatory grin.

"I've got to say, Yuuna," he drawled, his voice carrying a mocking edge. "This little territory of yours is absolutely adorable. So, I decided to make it even cuter." His words dripped with venomous sarcasm, the grin on his face twisting into something cruel and vile.

Yuuna's breath hitched, fury surging through her veins like molten fire. Her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her skin, drawing faint traces of blood. The sight of her once-thriving territory reduced to a smoldering ruin twisted her gut into knots. She took a shaky breath, her voice cold as ice. "Souichiro, doing this kind of thing to my territory—have you even considered the consequences?"

Souichiro let out a low, mocking chuckle, his shoulders shaking with amusement. The sound was like nails scraping against glass, grating and infuriating. "Oh? And what exactly are you going to do, little sister?" he sneered. "Declare war on me? You know the rules, Yuuna. When one demon faction attacks another's territory, it's a declaration of war. But seriously, do you think your pathetic team of rejects can even hold a candle to my faction? You couldn't even handle the weakest of us."

As much as Yuuna hated to admit it, he was right. Souichiro had only brought two of his members here, but his faction was massive, built on strength, cruelty, and fear. He'd won countless Faction Wars, carving his path through blood and ashes. Yuuna, on the other hand, had avoided Faction Wars entirely. She knew the cost—a war didn't end until someone was dead. Losing even one member was a risk she couldn't take, let alone her entire faction. If she tried to go against Souichiro, the outcome was already certain: she'd lose.

Souichiro smirked, his confidence oozing from every word. "I know you're not stupid enough to try something that risky, Yuuna. You're smart enough to know your limits, and trust me, you're way out of your depth."

Yuuna forced herself to breathe, to push back the fear and fury swirling inside her. She met his gaze, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "What are you planning, Souichiro? Why attack my territory? Isn't your mission to investigate the Child of Anti-Prophecy for Father?"

"Ha!" Souichiro scoffed, the sound laced with contempt. His aura flared momentarily, the ground cracking beneath his feet as if the earth itself recoiled from his presence. "That prophecy nonsense? I couldn't give a fuck about it. Real or not, it's irrelevant. Even if the Child exists, who cares? I'm already here, Yuuna. I don't need some mythical savior. I'll tear the Heavens down myself, and I'll do it in the most glorious fucking way imaginable."

"Souichiro!" Yuuna's composure finally cracked, her voice rising with anger. "Don't underestimate the Heavens! Do you have any idea what you're saying? Our ancestors—legends of demonkind—fought and died against them. The strongest generation in history couldn't defeat them! What makes you think you're any different?!"

Souichiro's expression hardened, his grin disappearing as his eyes turned cold and unrelenting.

"You don't get it, Yuuna," he said, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper that sent chills down her spine. "You're the one underestimating me. Do you really think I'm just another weakling? You've always been too blind to see the truth. The reason our ancestors failed isn't because they weren't strong enough—it's because they weren't me. The demons of the past were doomed from the start because they didn't have someone like me leading them. But now? I'm the reason demonkind has hope. I'm the force that will crush the Heavens. The Child of Anti-Prophecy is irrelevant because I exist. I'm the only hope. The one and only."

His belief in himself as the savior of demonkind and the ruler of Hell was unshakable, etched into every fiber of his being. It was this unrelenting confidence, bordering on delusion, that fueled his cruelty. In his eyes, the world existed solely to serve him—his desires, his ambitions. His arrogance wasn't born of empty bravado; it was backed by an overwhelming power that made his words impossible to dismiss.

"The Child of Anti-Prophecy is nothing but a useless myth," Souichiro declared, his voice echoing with disdain. "If it truly exists, I'll crush it with my own hands."

Souichiro's proclamation was the final straw.

Before she could even think, her instincts took over. The words burst from her lips like a battle cry. "Crimson Dance!"

The air around her shimmered with power, the atmosphere growing heavy with an almost suffocating intensity. The sky above darkened as an uncountable number of crimson nails materialized, hovering menacingly like an army of deadly spears. These weren't the same as before—each nail was larger, sharper, and radiating a blood-red glow that seemed alive with her fury.

The nails hung suspended for a heartbeat, a deadly tableau painted across the heavens. Then, with a single motion of Yuuna's outstretched hand, they surged forward, descending like a storm of destruction.

This wasn't the same attack Yuuna had once struggled to control. Her bond with Kouhei had changed everything. Before, she could barely summon a fraction of this power, and even then, it drained her completely. Now, she could unleash it three times over without reaching her limit. Her connection to Kouhei had strengthened her, pushing her beyond the limits she once knew.

And now, hearing Souichiro's declaration—his intent to kill Kouhei—was enough to send her into an uncontrollable rage.

Her voice rang out, filled with determination and wrath. "You won't lay a finger on him!"