I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 110: Declaration Of War

The nails descended like a storm, each one gleaming with deadly precision, aimed squarely at Souichiro.

But Souichiro just grinned.

This was exactly what he wanted—Yuuna to attack him head-on. The moment she struck, she had effectively declared a Faction War. It was a move he'd orchestrated with precision, a trap she had walked into without hesitation.

I've got to admit… she's gotten stronger, he thought, his crimson eyes flickering with amusement. Is it because of that so-called Child of Anti-Prophecy bullshit?

He snorted inwardly at the thought. The idea of some mystical nonsense fueling her growth was laughable, but the evidence was hard to ignore. Yuuna had grown, no doubt about it. Maybe it wasn't some prophecy; maybe she had clawed her way up through her own sheer will. Not that it mattered to him.

Regardless, her attack was a blessing in disguise for him. A Faction War between his group and hers was now inevitable.

The countless nails plummeted toward him, their razor edges humming with murderous intent. Yet Souichiro stood unmoving, his arms crossed over his chest, radiating an aura of absolute arrogance.

The air trembled with the force of her attack, but he didn't even blink. He waited, his grin unwavering, certain of his own invincibility. He was so sure, so smug, that even when it seemed the nails would pierce him like a thousand spears, he didn't flinch.

Then, something unexpected happened.

As the nails closed in, an icy sensation gripped him. A chill, sharp and biting, raced down his spine, coiling in his gut like a venomous snake. His grin faltered for the briefest of moments, and then the nails slammed into the ground around him.

The impact shook the earth, cracking the floor and sending debris flying. Dust billowed into the air, obscuring the battlefield. The nails had landed so close that one misstep would have left him impaled.

For the first time in his life, Souichiro felt something unfamiliar, something alien. A cold, creeping sensation he couldn't quite grasp.

What was that?

He felt it again, that foreign sensation, crawling under his skin.

No… no way. Was that fear? Fear? Me? Against Yuuna? That's impossible. There's no way.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The very idea was absurd. Souichiro didn't feel fear. He had never felt fear. He was a force of nature, one of the strongest demons in existence. Fear wasn't just beneath him—it was nonexistent.

And yet, there it was. That nagging, uncomfortable cold in the pit of his stomach.

He snarled, his teeth grinding together as he tried to shake the feeling. Yuuna. My little sister. A toy. A fucking plaything. That's all she was. That's all she'd ever been. There was no way someone like her could ever make him feel fear.

"HAHAHA!" His laugh cut through the thick air, raw and mocking. "You've made a fatal mistake, my dear little sister! Attacking me like this is a declaration of Faction War! You should've killed me when you had the chance! But you hesitated, and now you'll fucking regret it!"

Yuuna remained still, her piercing gaze locked onto him. There was no hesitation in her eyes, nor fear. She knew exactly what she had done. She knew exactly what her actions meant. She understood that by attacking him, she had set a Faction War in motion. She had plunged her faction into a war it couldn't possibly win.

But she didn't care.

Kouhei was all that mattered. Kouhei, the one she cherished above all else. Her heart burned with the thought of him, her love for him eclipsing the fear that had once chained her. Souichiro, her brother, could go to hell for all she cared. If he so much as touched Kouhei, she would tear him apart.

"That wasn't hesitation, Souichiro," she said, her voice steady and cold. "That was a warning. Lay a single finger on Kouhei-kun, and my faction will destroy you."

Her words were a declaration, a promise etched into stone. She knew the odds. She knew she couldn't win against Souichiro's overwhelming power, but that didn't matter. She'd fight until her last breath if it meant protecting Kouhei.

For a moment, Souichiro was stunned. His arrogant smirk faltered as her words sank in. Yuuna, his little sister, had just openly defied him. The idea of her standing against him in open defiance was absurd.

"You're throwing your life away, Yuuna," he sneered, recovering his composure. "Your house, your faction, your alliances—all of it, gone. You'll lose everything you've built over centuries. And when you're standing in the rubble of your own making, I'll be there, laughing."

His smirk returned, cruel and full of venom. He believed every word. Yuuna was nothing compared to him, a fragile toy he could break whenever he pleased. The idea of losing to her was laughable.

In his eyes, she wasn't a threat. She was a foolish little girl who had just signed her own death warrant.

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"Ha... Now I see what's going on, Yuuna," Souichiro sneered, his smirk curling with venomous satisfaction. His voice, low and sharp, sliced through the tension like a blade. "It's all starting to make sense now. Honestly, I was an idiot for not seeing it sooner—it's so obvious."

Yuuna's glare could've burned a hole through steel, but she remained silent.

"You're in love with the Child of Anti-Prophecy, aren't you?" Souichiro's words hung in the air like a poisonous fog, thick and suffocating.

The accusation hung in the air like a dagger, sharp and cutting. Souichiro studied her face, searching for any crack in her stoic expression.

She didn't respond, but her silence spoke volumes.

"Now that I think about it," he continued, his tone dripping with mockery, "it was written all over you from the start. You wouldn't come crawling back to the Great House of Sarushima just out of some noble desire to protect it. That's not you, Yuuna. You're selfish. Heartless. Ruthless. You don't give a fuck about anything unless it serves you. That's who you are. To you, the Child of Anti-Prophecy should be nothing more than a tool—a means to get stronger. And yet, you went back to Father, practically begged him for help, all for the sake of keeping it safe. That's not like you at all. No, there's only one reason you'd do something so... desperate." His smirk deepened. "It's because you're in love with it."

His eyes glinted with cruel satisfaction as he watched her, waiting for her to crack. Her silence, however, only confirmed his suspicions.

"Do you even realize what you're doing, Yuuna?" he pressed, his voice growing darker. "If Father finds out about this little affair of yours, you'll lose everything. You won't be able to call yourself a Sarushima anymore."

Yuuna's expression didn't waver. The Sarushima name might've carried weight, opening doors and forging connections with ease, but she'd never felt attached to it. To her, the name was a tool, just like everything else. Its loss didn't faze her in the slightest.

"I'll gladly shed that name," she said, her voice calm but laced with steel.

Souichiro's eyes widened slightly in surprise, though he quickly masked it with a mocking grin. He'd expected her to panic, to cling to the prestige of their family name, but instead, she discarded it as if it were nothing.

"Is the Child of Anti-Prophecy really that important to you?" he asked, his tone laced with contempt. "Important enough to throw away the Sarushima name? A name that holds weight across the world? Important enough to declare war against me?"

"Kouhei-kun is the most important thing in the world to me," Yuuna said, her voice unwavering, her eyes blazing with unshakable resolve. "I'd give up anything, risk everything, just to keep him safe."

A slow, sinister smile spread across Souichiro's face. "I see~, I see~!" he drawled, his tone mockingly sweet. "So, you're completely head over heels for him, huh?"

Before Yuuna could respond, a blood-red portal materialized behind him, swirling ominously. It was the same one he'd used to arrive.

"Well then," Souichiro said, his smirk twisting into something crueler, "let's see if you can even reach him alive."

Natsuya, standing by his side, raised a hand with a smug grin. The sky split apart with a deafening roar, revealing an enormous tear. From within the gaping void, a monstrous creature emerged, its body writhing like a demon of nightmares. Its centipede-like form stretched nearly 30 meters, its countless legs twitching and glinting like rows of deadly scythes. The earth seemed to tremble beneath its descent.

"Hope you make it back before Masaki slits his throat," Souichiro said, his smirk never faltering. His voice was cold, taunting. "Bye for now, dear sister. Let's meet again when the war begins."

Without another word, Souichiro and his companions stepped into the portal. The swirling red energy collapsed behind them, vanishing as if they'd never been there.

Yuuna's eyes widened.

"Souichiro...!" she screamed, her voice raw with fury and desperation.

A crimson spear materialized in her hand, its blood-red surface shimmering like liquid fire. With a feral cry, she hurled it toward the spot where the portal had been. The spear streaked through the air with deadly precision, but it was too late. Souichiro was gone, and the portal had vanished into nothingness.