I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 133: Unstoppable Rage

"Duck!" Yuuna commanded sharply, her voice cutting through the air like a whip.

She hadn't seen the attack herself, but instinct screamed at her—if they didn't move now, someone's head would go flying.

The moment they dropped, a massive slashing wave roared past, slicing through the air just inches above them. A deafening whoosh followed by an earth-shaking impact behind them sent shockwaves through the ground. The sheer force of it blew their hair wildly as if trying to pull them toward the carnage. A heartbeat later, a sharp, ear-piercing crack rang out—when they turned, they saw the building behind them. The attack had torn through it, carving a deep, gaping wound in its walls, debris crumbling like sand.

"Be alert! This corrupted one is dangerous!" Yuuna warned, her voice tight with urgency.

The woman standing before them was no ordinary corrupted. Her body pulsed with an overwhelming aura—twisted and vile. The corruption had surged through her veins like wildfire, enhancing her beyond human limits, twisting her mind into something monstrous.

"You stole him from me… You keep stealing him away from me!"

Her voice was a raw, guttural cry, thick with agony and rage. Her fingers tightened around the grotesque sword of living flesh, and the blade twitched—as if responding to her emotions, veins pulsating across its grotesque form. Her chest heaved, her entire body trembling with unbridled fury. Her gaze, blazing like molten fire, locked onto one person.

Hina.

"It seems like she's targeting you, Hina," she stated, eyes narrowing.

Hina tilted her head, unfazed. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, laced with curiosity rather than concern. She had no clue who this woman was, let alone why she was being singled out. But Yuuna understood.

This wasn't just mindless corruption—this was personal.

This woman had been consumed by the torment of unrequited love. The man she adored had been drawn to Hina, and the venom of jealousy had festered into something monstrous. Her love had twisted into hatred, and now, standing before them, she was no longer a woman—she was a being driven by pure, unrelenting obsession.

"I'll kill you, Saionji-senpai!" the woman shrieked.

The words weren't hers alone.

A spine-chilling whisper followed—a three other voices, layered over one another, all chanting the same murderous declaration. The sword in her grasp trembled, its three mouths opening in unison, repeating her words in a distorted, eerie harmony. The air thickened, suffocating under the weight of a nightmarish presence.

Then—she vanished.

Hina's pulse remained steady.

She had fought fast opponents before. Panic was pointless. Instead, she tuned everything out—the whispers, the oppressive aura, the chill creeping into her bones. She focused.

A flicker. A slight shift in the mana flow.

Her eyes darted—there!

The woman reappeared at her side, mid-swing. The sword, already drawn back, glowed with pulsating, malevolent energy, poised to cleave her in half.

A split second.

Hina moved.

With inhuman reflexes, she dashed away, her form a blur against the dim light. The blade carved through the air where she had stood a moment before, releasing a massive energy wave. The attack surged toward her like a tidal wave of destruction.

Hina's fingers twitched. Darkness surged.

A barrier of pure void swallowed the attack whole. The moment the energy made contact, the shadows consumed it, devouring the force into oblivion. The very air hummed as the energy vanished into nothingness.

The woman growled, her face twisting into something inhuman.

"Grrr… You piss me off!"

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Hina let out a slow breath, brushing stray strands of hair from her face. Her lips curled into a small smirk.

"I don't know who you are, nor do I care for your delusions," Hina stated coolly. "But I suggest you drop your blade and let us free you from this corruption before you make a bigger fool of yourself."

It was futile to reason with the corrupted. But this one—something about her was different.

She wasn't fully gone.

For a moment, just a flicker, there was something behind the rage.

And then—

A monstrous, bloodcurdling scream.

The very ground trembled.

A violent storm of energy exploded from the woman's body, expanding outward in a raw, suffocating force. The earth beneath her cracked, sending jagged fractures spiraling across the ground. The air grew thick with malevolent pressure, the sheer weight of it pressing against their chests, making it difficult to breathe.

Yuuna clenched her jaw, beads of sweat rolling down her temple.

"What… a powerful aura..." she muttered. Her stomach twisted. "This corruption… it doesn't feel like the work of a normal fallen angel at all..."

No.

This was something far worse.

Something that should not exist.

"Let's defeat this woman before she grows even stronger," Yuuna declared, her voice firm and resolute.

She knew all too well how corrupted ones functioned. Each time the sin that tainted them—be it wrath, envy, or any other—intensified, they grew more powerful. Letting this woman's rage fester any longer would only escalate the fight to more dangerous heights. The longer they battled, the angrier the woman became, her power swelling with every surge of emotion.

The others agreed without hesitation, their eyes sharpening with determination as they leapt into action.

Nagisa and Aria moved first, their bodies blurring as they charged toward the woman with near-blinding speed. Although not as swift as the corrupted one, their agility was enough to reach her within a blink. They positioned themselves on either side, flanking her with precision.

Nagisa pulled her fist back, aura swirling around her hand, forming a powerful coating that crackled with energy. At the same moment, Aria's sword gleamed menacingly as she readied a sideways slash, its edge shimmering with mana.

They attacked simultaneously. Two devastating strikes aimed at the woman from both sides, coordinated with flawless timing.

"Don't underestimate me!!!" the woman screamed, her voice a distorted echo of rage.

She drove her sword into the ground with a ferocious thrust, the earth beneath her warping grotesquely. The soil twisted, bubbling and convulsing as it transformed into fleshy masses. Suddenly, massive arms—distorted and sinewy—erupted from the ground, blocking the incoming attacks.

Nagisa's aura-coated fist collided with one arm, while Aria's blade clashed against another. The force of their blows sent shockwaves rippling through the air. Yet, to their shock, the arms held firm, absorbing the impact without yielding.

"Seriously?" Nagisa gasped, her eyes widening. She had expected the flesh to explode from her punch, or at least be cleaved by Aria's blade. But neither happened. Their attacks were simultaneously nullified, as if the arms were impervious to their strength.

Without warning, the grotesque limbs began to swing wildly, their massive forms cutting through the air with monstrous force. Nagisa and Aria were forced to retreat, narrowly evading the brutal counterattacks.

From a distance, Yuuna and Hina observed the struggle, their expressions hardening. It was clear that close-quarters combat was ineffective. They needed a different approach—ranged attacks to overwhelm the corrupted one.

Yuuna stepped forward, her posture firm as she raised her hand to the sky. "Crimson Dance!" she chanted, her voice echoing with power.

In an instant, multiple nails formed above her, each crafted from blood, glinting ominously with malevolent energy. They hovered in the air, sharp and deadly, poised like arrows ready to strike.

With a fierce motion, Yuuna brought her hand down. The blood nails responded, descending in a torrent, their crimson forms cutting through the air with a sinister whistle as they raced toward the woman.

At the same time, Hina gathered dark mana in her palm, a swirling sphere of void that absorbed the surrounding light, creating a vortex of shadows. The ball grew more potent as she poured more of her energy into it, its surface rippling with darkness. With a sharp thrust, she hurled it toward the corrupted one.

Two devastating attacks—one of crimson malice, the other of consuming darkness—converged on the woman. The sheer power behind them could obliterate most enemies. It was a combined assault meant to end this battle.

Yet, the woman stood her ground, her eyes blazing with fury.

"All of you are underestimating me…" she hissed through gritted teeth. Her voice trembled, not with fear, but with boiling resentment. "Do you think… just because you're all beautiful… you can do whatever you want and steal the boys we love?!"

Her words were drenched in bitterness, echoing with pain that ran deep. "Lucky you… for being beautiful! You never had to try… never had to struggle for attention! While I… I was always invisible. Always overlooked. No one ever looked my way… no one! I hate all of you!"

The air around her rippled as her rage intensified, her aura swelling dangerously, more potent than before. Her emotions were feeding the corruption, amplifying her power.

Her grip tightened around the sword of flesh, veins pulsating along its grotesque form. "I'll show you all!!!"

With a primal roar, she swung her blade in a wide, sweeping arc. The motion was fluid, yet filled with violent intent. A massive wave of energy burst forth, a crescent of raw power slicing through the air. It collided with the incoming projectiles, and upon impact, a thunderous explosion erupted, shockwaves surging outward. The dark sphere and blood nails shattered in midair, their energy dispersing into harmless fragments before they could reach her.

Yuuna's eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line. "That didn't work either…" she murmured, frustration seeping into her voice.

She turned to Hina, resolve gleaming in her gaze. "It looks like we have no choice. We'll have to perform a Love Link with Kouhei-kun."

It wasn't the ideal solution, and it would prolong the battle. But against an opponent whose strength was fueled by uncontrollable emotions, this was their best chance.

And they could afford no more mistakes.