I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 135: Flawed

Yuuna stepped into the container, her heels clicking softly against the metallic floor. The air inside was cool, sterile, untouched—an empty canvas waiting for Kouhei's imagination to paint it with whatever fantasy he desired. The walls were stark and featureless, a stark contrast to the limitless potential they held. The container's reality manipulation remained dormant, untouched. It was clear Kouhei had yet to activate its power.

A shiver of anticipation ran through her. This was her first time inside the container with Kouhei alone. Her mind raced with possibilities, her heart pounding in her chest. She could still recall the countless scenarios he had envisioned before, his vivid imagination knowing no bounds. It was only natural for her to wonder... what would he choose this time?

Would he have her wear that bunny costume again, like he did with Hina? The thought sent a tingling heat down her spine. Or would he pick something else? Perhaps a seductive nurse outfit? Or maybe the elegant attire of a mature lady, designed to tease and tantalize? Her cheeks flushed as her mind wandered. Would he dare to go even further and choose something bold, like an S&M ensemble?

Would he push the boundaries of their usual bedroom play? Would he explore new and daring scenarios? Or would he make her roleplay, bending her to his every whim?

No matter what he chose, a thrill of excitement coursed through her body. Her skin prickled with anticipation, her breathing quickening ever so slightly. She could feel her heart racing, her imagination running wild.

But Kouhei seemed oblivious to her thoughts, his attention locked on the monitors before him. His eyes were sharp, his expression intense as he observed the battle raging outside. The screens flickered, casting a faint glow across his face. His posture was rigid, focused, his jaw set with determination. From her angle, Yuuna could see his sharp profile, his features chiseled by the dim light. A strange flutter filled her chest as she watched him.

"Yuuna-san." His voice broke the silence, calm and steady. He turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting hers. It was as if he had only just noticed her presence.

"Kouhei-kun," she responded, her voice soft, almost hesitant. Her eyes shifted to the monitors, the scenes of chaos reflecting in her pupils. "You called them."

"It seemed like you needed their help," Kouhei replied, his tone even, matter-of-fact. "So, I contacted them to come here."

Relief washed over her, a warmth spreading through her chest. She was glad he had called them, even if she didn't know how to express her gratitude. The knowledge that he had acted for her sake filled her with a quiet happiness.

"I honestly didn't want to call them," she confessed, her voice tinged with regret. She hesitated, her fingers curling at her sides. "Do you know why?"

"Why?" he asked, his eyes fixed on her, his attention unwavering.

Yuuna took a breath, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"The members of the Yuuna Faction... they all have burdens of their own. I didn't want to add to their troubles. I gathered people who were struggling, individuals considered defective by the other demons in Hell because of their issues. They are broken, flawed... just like me." Her voice wavered, a bitter smile curling on her lips. "I, too, am flawed... cold and emotionless."

She had been raised to rule, molded into the future queen of the Sarushima clan. From birth, her destiny was carved in stone. She was trained to be calculating, devoid of emotion, while Souichiro was taught to be proud, his ego towering above all.

"If I had been born differently... if perhaps I had grown up with you, I wonder if I would have turned out like this," she murmured, her voice soft, vulnerable. "And now, as my inadequacies become painfully clear through all my mistakes in leadership, I'm starting to think... maybe I was never fit to rule at all."

Her shoulders trembled as the weight of her words settled on her. She had spent centuries preparing for this role, her entire existence revolving around the throne. But now... she was beginning to question everything.

"If that's true... then my entire life has been meaningless, hasn't it? I was created for one purpose—to be the queen of the Sarushima Clan. If I am not fit to rule... then what am I? What do I even exist for?"

An overwhelming sense of existential despair began to weigh upon her. To have lived for centuries under the belief that she was meant to lead, only to confront the possibility that she was unfit for such a role—it was only natural for her to feel this way.

Kouhei remained silent. He knew this was a moment where he should say something, but strangely enough, no words came to him. Perhaps it was because Yuuna wasn't looking for consolation or comfort. She wasn't asking for reassurance or pity.

"Which is why, Kouhei... I want you to break me," she whispered. Her arms slid around his neck from behind, her body pressing against his back as she pulled herself closer. Her breasts pressed firmly against him, her warmth seeping into him. "I want you to break me so that the emotionless Yuuna is shattered. I want to become someone new. A new Yuuna, I suppose."

Kouhei felt the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his chest, a constant, pulsing reminder of her vulnerability.

He closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the sensation of her warmth enveloping him. For a moment, he allowed himself to simply feel her presence, her softness against him, her heartbeat synchronizing with his own.

"You can mold me into your ideal woman," she murmured, her voice soft, almost pleading. "I will become whatever you desire."

The interior of the container suddenly began to shift. It started from a single point and rippled outward, transforming everything it touched. The walls changed, the floor morphed, the air itself seemed to adjust to this new reality. In moments, the space was completely different, as if they had stepped into another world.

Yuuna's eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. The room was instantly familiar, a place she had known for centuries. It was the Student Council office. Every detail was painstakingly recreated, down to the slightest imperfections. If she hadn't been so intimately familiar with this room, she might have believed it was the real thing.

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"The Student Council office...?" she asked, her eyes scanning the room. "Why are we here, Kouhei-kun?"

It was only then that she noticed her attire. She was dressed in her school uniform, the same one she had worn countless times before.

Kouhei looked at Yuuna. Yuuna wanted to be broken, and Kouhei knew exactly how to do that.

Suddenly, people began to enter the room. Hina, Nagisa, and the other Student Council members walked in, their faces and movements so lifelike it was uncanny. They looked exactly like the real people they were meant to be, down to the smallest details. Hina's expression, Nagisa's expression... even their mannerisms were perfectly replicated. Kouhei's imagination had recreated them with stunning accuracy, a testament to how well he knew them—every curve, every nuance of their bodies etched into his memory.

"Why...?" Yuuna's voice trembled, confusion flickering in her eyes. She had no idea what Kouhei was planning.

The members took their places around the table, standing on either side. Before she could react, Hina and Nagisa stepped forward and grabbed her, pulling her down onto the table. They pressed her against its surface, their hands pinning her wrists down.

Yuuna's eyes widened as she looked up at them. Their faces were serene, smiling down at her as if nothing was wrong.

They felt so real. The warmth of their hands, the pressure of their grip... every sensation was vivid and tangible. It didn't feel like reality manipulation at all. Even the faint scent of their perfume lingered in the air.

Yuuna gulped, her throat tightening. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this vulnerable, this powerless. Her body trembled involuntarily, her heart racing in her chest.

"Yuuna-san," Kouhei's voice broke through her haze of confusion. His tone was calm, deliberate. "What you said earlier... about becoming my ideal woman... I realized it's not so different from what your mother did to you."

Yuuna's breath caught in her throat.

"I would simply be reshaping you into something you're not, into something you never wanted to be," Kouhei continued, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Which is why I've decided to perform the Love Link here, in this scenario."

He glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on the familiar surroundings—the Student Council office, recreated perfectly from his memory. Even the people standing around them were flawless imitations, their faces frozen in gentle, knowing smiles.

"I will break you," Kouhei said, his voice steady, his intent unwavering. "And then, I will put you back together... piece by piece"