I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 132: Wrath

"W-What is that...?" Kozue muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her hands trembled as she stared at the grotesque sight before her. The others, too, stood frozen, their eyes wide with a mixture of horror and disbelief. None of them had ever seen anything like this before. This was beyond unnatural.

The sword in the woman's grasp was an abomination—a horrific fusion of steel and flesh. Its surface pulsed as though it were alive, veins bulging beneath the sickly, skin-like texture. Three twisted faces were embedded along its length, their expressions contorted in agony. Their mouths gaped open, as if caught in an endless scream, while their hollow, lifeless eyes radiated a malice that sent shivers down Kouhei's spine. The very sight of it was enough to churn one's stomach, an unnatural fusion of steel and living tissue that reeked of something deeply sinister. The very air around it felt wrong, thick with something vile and suffocating.

A deep, nauseating revulsion twisted in Kouhei's stomach. Just looking at it made him feel sick.

And then, the woman wielding the sword screamed.

"Ahhh, I'm so angry... I'm so... angry at that bitch, and all of those bitches trying to get in the way of my love! Those who act cute can all go to hell!"

Her voice cracked with rage, shrill and deranged. The intensity of her emotions seeped into every word, dripping with venom. Her face, twisted with fury, looked almost inhuman—her eyes bloodshot, her lips curled in a snarl, her entire being pulsating with uncontrollable wrath.

The members of the Yuuna Faction stiffened. They knew exactly what had happened.

Yuuna, standing at the front, exhaled slowly. Her expression remained calm, but beneath that composed exterior, something dark simmered.

"She has fallen to Wrath," Yuuna stated, her voice eerily level.

She clenched her fists, suppressing the anger bubbling within her. This was precisely the reason the woman had succumbed—because she had let her emotions consume her. Wrath had swallowed her whole.

Yuuna's gaze sharpened as she continued. "The Fallen Angel only just used its power an hour ago," she murmured. Her eyes flicked to one of her comrades. "Sakurako."

At Yuuna's command, Sakurako took a step forward, her body already responding to the order.

Then, she transformed.

A ripple of energy coursed through her, her body shifting in an instant. Wolf ears sprouted atop her head, twitching as they adjusted to the heightened sensitivity. Her fingers curled as her hands morphed into powerful lupine paws, sharp claws gleaming under the dim light. A thick, bushy gray tail emerged, swaying behind her, while her lips curled back to reveal elongated fangs.

The moment her transformation completed, Sakurako threw her head back and let out a piercing howl, the sound reverberating through the air with raw, untamed power.

Then, without hesitation, she launched herself forward, her body a blur. She dropped onto all fours, dashing at an inhuman speed.

Her senses expanded, stretching out beyond what any normal human could perceive. Every scent, every sound—nothing escaped her. She could still pick up traces of the Fallen Angel's presence, faint but fresh. However, it was elusive, slipping through the city like a ghost.

Even so, she would find it.

Kouhei, watching from the sidelines, felt his breath hitch as he took in Sakurako's transformed state. His mind registered what had just happened, but rather than fear, another thought crossed his mind—she's still cute. Even as a wolf, she was undeniably adorable.

Meanwhile, the woman's unhinged voice cut through the tense silence.

"Ahhh, I hate her! I hate herrr! I hate all of those ugly cows trying to get close to him! I hate all of them! They should all go to hell!"

Her words dripped with pure, unfiltered rage.

Then, the sword moved.

The faces embedded in the weapon twitched—then their mouths opened.

And they spoke.

Each voice was different, yet all carried the same venomous loathing.

"I liked him first! Why are you trying to get close to him, you bitch?!"

"Die, die, die! She should just drop dead! Kill yourself, you slut! You cow!"

"Stop getting close to him when you don't even know him! I hate you! Stay away!"

The voices overlapped, shrieking, whispering, growling—an eerie cacophony of malice. The sword seemed to pulsate in response, feeding off the woman's fury, amplifying her madness.

Yuuna narrowed her eyes, her gaze flickering between the woman and the wretched weapon in her hands.

"It appears that she is not the only one who has been corrupted by a Fallen Angel and succumbed to Wrath... and possibly Envy as well."

She studied the sword once more, her expression grim.

Three faces.

One wielder.

"That makes four in total."

Three bodies had been fused together, their flesh grotesquely melded into a single, writhing mass, forming something that could barely be called a sword. The cursed blade pulsed like a living thing, its surface a tangled mess of veins and sinew, twitching as though it could feel everything happening around it.

Yuuna's breath was steady, but inside, her instincts screamed. The dense, suffocating aura radiating from the weapon sent a deep unease crawling through her veins. She had no way of knowing just how powerful this corrupted one was, but she understood one thing—it would not be an easy battle.

Her crimson eyes shifted toward Kouhei.

"Kouhei-kun," she said, her voice calm but firm. "I'm summoning the Love Link container. Go inside and wait until the battle is over."

Kouhei didn't hesitate. He knew his role. Out here, he would only be a liability, an easy target. Inside the container, however, he could still support them from the backline when the time came.

"Alright." He nodded once.

Yuuna knelt, pressing her hand against the ground. Her fingers tensed as she focused, pouring everything into her next spell.

"Crimson Gate."

A sudden pulse of energy rippled through the battlefield.

Beneath her feet, an enormous magic circle erupted, glowing in brilliant crimson hues. The intricate lines of the sigil pulsed rhythmically, like a beating heart, each thrum sending waves of power surging through her veins.

This wasn't an easy spell.

The Crimson Gate was unique to Yuuna—an ability that allowed her to transport objects within a certain range. But the bigger the object and the farther the distance, the more mana it demanded.

Right now, she was pouring everything into this summoning.

The air trembled under the force of her power.

Then—

A low hum resonated through the ground as space itself seemed to bend and twist.

In the blink of an eye, a container materialized beside her.

It was the size of a standard shipping container—deceptively small on the outside, but inside, its spatial distortion made it far vaster than it appeared.

Without wasting a second, Kouhei stepped forward, entering the access code. The steel doors slid open with a hiss, revealing the dimly lit interior. This was his battlefield now. Here, he would wait—ready to support them when the time came, ready to perform Love Link at a moment's notice.

Then—

A sudden voice cut through the air, sharp and filled with venom.

"Huh? Hey—"

The woman wielding the flesh-forged sword had turned, her eyes narrowing as she fixated on one person.

Hina.

Her expression twisted. Recognition dawned, followed swiftly by something far more sinister.

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"Aren't you the one who stole Takahashi-senpai from me?"

The moment she spoke that name, her voice cracked—like glass on the verge of breaking.

Her hands tightened around the grotesque sword, her grip trembling, knuckles turning bone-white.

"You're Saionji-senpai, aren't you? You're..."

Her teeth clenched together, grinding so hard that the sound scraped against the air, an unbearable, grating noise that sent shivers down the spine.

Then—

Her entire body began to shake with fury.

"You're the one who... stole him from me!"

The ground beneath her quivered, cracks snaking across the surface as her rage burst forth.

The corrupted ones grew stronger when their sins were provoked—when the emotions that had led to their downfall were amplified.

In her case, it was Wrath—one of the Seven Deadly Sins. And now, her Envy had also surfaced, intertwining with her fury.

Her rage took form, a maelstrom of raw energy spiraling around her.

The sky darkened, clouds swirling as her aura expanded, rising in a violent tornado of malice. The wind screamed, howling like a dying beast as it twisted higher and higher.

But Hina?

Hina barely reacted.

Her expression remained blank, her brows slightly furrowed in mild confusion.

Takahashi...?

The name meant nothing to her.

Maybe she had spoken to him once. Maybe not. Either way, he wasn't worth remembering.

That was just how she was—if someone wasn't important, they simply did not exist in her world.

And the only man who ever mattered to her was Kouhei.

She had never stolen anyone. She never needed to.

But none of that mattered now.

The corrupted woman's hatred had reached its peak—and it was feeding the storm.

Her fury twisted into a singularity of violence, a force so raw that it made the air sizzle.

Then—

She vanished.

It wasn't a flicker.

It wasn't a blur.

One moment, she was standing there—

The next, she was gone.