I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 288: Kouhei will absolutely win against Souichiro

Hina and Nagisa descended deep into the wretched depths of Hell, their destination a place so vile, so debased, that even the most powerful of demons avoided it like a curse. It wasn’t fear of overwhelming strength that made them stay away—it was disgust.

The demons that dwelled here weren’t terrifying because of brute force. No. It was because they were considered the filthiest, the most depraved creatures in all of Hell’s tiers. Beings that embodied the very worst of carnal excess.

Succubi. Incubi. Imps.

These were not just lowly demons—they were seen as the most degenerate scum, even by the standards of demons who already thrived in depravity.

And yet, this was the place Hina had once ruled over.

She had lived among them.

No—she had commanded them.

Once, long ago, she reigned as the Queen of this unholy land. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Hina wasn’t an ordinary succubus. She was a Primordial Succubus—an original, a pure-blooded being of lust. Her lineage traced back to the very beginnings of demonkind. She was part of the first generation of succubi, beings considered to be the noblest of their kind, elevated even above the hierarchy of demons.

As they stepped into this sin-soaked domain, it was immediately clear that nothing had changed.

The moment their feet touched the ashen ground, the sight of writhing bodies greeted them.

The atmosphere was thick with the smell of sex—sweat, fluids, and moans filled the air like a storm of lust.

Everywhere they looked, men and women clung to one another, their bare bodies rubbing together in a grotesque celebration of endless orgies.

This was not just a place of sin—it was an altar of unending lust.

And despite her origins, Hina still felt nothing but disgust.

The succubi and incubi were cursed with an unquenchable desire—burning with insatiable hunger day in and day out.

They spent their time endlessly fucking, unable to stop.

Their lives revolved around sex, and it was written all over this realm.

A few incubi noticed Hina and Nagisa walking through the chaos.

Their eyes gleamed with arousal as they strutted forward, their long tongues lolling out, bodies twitching with excitement, clearly intending to drag the newcomers into the orgy.

But they never got close.

Without so much as a gesture, Hina activated her power—unleashing a field of mana radiating pure, concentrated lust.

A wave of energy imbued with her unique ability to force climax tore through the immediate area.

And then it happened.

"NGHHHH!"

"AHHHHH!"

The incubi and succubi caught in the blast dropped to their knees and backs, crying out in ecstasy as their bodies convulsed.

Their eyes rolled back, limbs flailing, genitals twitching violently as streams of cum and squirt erupted from their bodies.

It was a messy, violent, uncontrolled display of forced orgasm

It was shameful and grotesque.

Nagisa grimaced and turned away.

"Ugh... you really couldn’t spare me from witnessing that, Hina?"

"This place hasn’t changed at all," Hina replied, her voice bitter. "Still dripping in filth, just like I left it."

She remembered this place clearly.

She had ruled it once as well as tried to maintain order—but the nature of its residents made that impossible.

It was chaos built on sex.

A constant swirl of fucking, moaning, licking, grinding—a haven for carnal depravity.

"T-That’s...!"

"The previous queen!"

Gasps echoed across the hall of bodies.

Succubi and incubi froze mid-thrust, their attention snapping toward the white-haired woman who now walked through their midst like a queen returning from exile.

Despite rarely appearing during her reign, Hina’s existence had left a lasting impression.

She was an icon—a legend.

Her presence, though distant, had been undeniable.

Their movements halted.

Orgy halted.

Dozens of naked bodies sat still in awe, eyes wide with disbelief and awe.

Hina, unfazed, didn’t look at them.

She simply walked forward, her eyes set on a building that loomed like a monument in the middle of this realm.

The old Saionji House.

Once the ancestral home of the Primordial Succubus Clan—her clan.

A grand structure built to house the bloodline of the noblest succubi, a symbol of superiority among the demon race.

Now, it served as the seat of power for the new queen.

Hina, with Nagisa silently following behind, approached the long staircase that led to its massive doors.

Two naked succubus guards stood at the top—glorious in form, but clearly unaware of who they were about to stop.

They stepped forward to block the path—until their eyes focused.

Their jaws dropped.

They swallowed hard.

"Out of my way," Hina said flatly, her tone absolute.

The guards didn’t argue.

They parted instantly, stepping aside like the very ground itself bowed to her will.

The doors swung open.

They entered the grand hall.

And there—at the center of the room, upon an extravagant bed draped in crimson velvet—sat a woman with absurdly long legs and an incredibly lewd, commanding figure.

She was in the middle of a debauched display.

Her thighs were wrapped around another succubus, their pussies pressed together, slick and wet as they scissored with increasing intensity.

Moans filled the air as their hips bucked, grinding against each other rhythmically.

Five more succubi surrounded them—entangled, scissoring, rubbing, and pleasuring one another.

One without a partner was hunched down, eagerly sucking on the dominant woman’s pussy while moaning softly.

"Ahhh, yes~ This feels good, right? It feels good, doesn’t it?!" the queen moaned with a twisted smile, her eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction.

"Yes, yessss~...! Silica-samaaaaa~...!"

The one beneath her was shaking, her tongue lolling out, eyes unfocused, nearly drooling. She was being fucked by friction alone, helpless to resist the sheer overwhelming sensation.

"Fufufufu~ That’s right... Feel more pleasure~..." Silica purred darkly, thrusting harder, riding her like a predator.

Her sadism bled into every motion as well as every sound. She was dominating, consuming, and pleasuring herself at once.

But the scene shattered the moment a name was spoken.

"Silica," said Hina.

A stillness followed.

"F-FUAAAAAH—H-Hina-sama?!"

Silica’s voice cracked as she looked up and saw her.

The Queen of the Succubus—current ruler of the land—froze, her face pale. She immediately shoved the woman off her legs, even as the poor succubus trembled on the verge of climax. Silica stood up straight, chest heaving, trying to gather her composure.

"W-What are you doing here?" she asked, flustered. Her eyes darted toward the others, and she quickly waved them off. "Leave us—now!"

The succubi scrambled to obey, slipping off the bed and disappearing from the room.

"You’re as depraved as ever," Hina said coldly. "Still sleeping with women like that?"

"W-Well... I’ve been trying to, uh... cut back lately," Silica said, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "Instead of seven times a day, I only do it once now."

It wasn’t much better. But at least it was something.

"I’m... impressed with what you’ve done to the place," Hina muttered, glancing around.

But her voice held no warmth.

The place was almost unrecognizable.

No longer the elegant home she had known. It had become a shrine to Silica’s ego.

The entire interior looked like a twisted royal castle. Dozens of statues of Silica lined the walls—each one sculpted in different poses, but always erotic. Naked. And proud.

Paintings of her in the nude were plastered all over the walls—showcasing her body in full glory, immortalized in lust.

It wasn’t the home Hina had left behind.

It was Silica’s kingdom of indulgence.

"W-Well, I appreciate it," Silica said, her voice trembling slightly as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, still visibly unsettled by Hina’s sudden arrival. Her eyes shifted awkwardly before meeting hers. "W-What are you doing here, Hina-sama?"

Hina stood tall and composed, her expression unreadable as her crimson gaze met Silica’s.

"I’m sure you’ve already heard," Hina began, her voice cold yet steady. "We’re preparing for battle... against Souichiro."

She took a step forward, the echo of her heel clicking softly against the polished stone floor.

"So I’m here," she continued, her tone growing firmer, "to request your forces—and your power—to aid us against him."

Silica’s lips parted, but her voice caught in her throat. The air between them grew heavier with silence as she processed the request.

Her brows furrowed as she looked away for a moment, then back at Hina, her expression conflicted.

"S-Seriously...?" she asked softly, almost in disbelief. "I mean... you do know that my army is... well, not exactly formidable, right?"

Her shoulders stiffened, fingers fidgeting against her thighs as she let out a shaky breath.

"Of course, in terms of sheer numbers, I think we might be able to overwhelm them," she admitted hesitantly, "but when it comes to actual combat strength, we’re no match. We’d be crushed, Hina-sama. Completely."

Her voice cracked with uncertainty as she added, "S-Souichiro-sama’s power is just... too immense. It’s terrifying. We’re completely overshadowed by it."

She paused, the words sitting heavily on her tongue before finally releasing them in a breathless exhale.

"T-To be honest... I didn’t want it to be your faction leading the charge. When I heard the rumors floating around Hell... I—I tried to ignore it. I just kept pushing it out of my mind, hoping it wouldn’t come to this."

Hina’s eyes never left her.

"I know," she said at last, her voice sharper now and more resolute. "I know your army isn’t strong enough to defeat Souichiro. But this isn’t about that. We need the numbers. That’s where your forces come in."

She stepped closer, her aura pressing down like gravity.

"You just have to do your part, Silica," she said, each word pronounced with conviction. "Kouhei will handle the rest. He’ll use everything he has—everything—to bring Souichiro down."

Silica blinked slowly, clearly shaken. Her mouth opened slightly as she stared at Hina, searching for any trace of doubt. But there was none.

After a moment, she asked, her voice quieter now, tinged with caution and curiosity, "This... Kouhei. Is he... the Child of Anti-Prophecy?"

Then she hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Could he... really defeat Souichiro-sama?"

Hina didn’t hesitate.

She nodded.

Not out of blind confidence.

But because the truth was already written in her heart.

Not because she believed Kouhei would win—but because she knew he would.

"Kouhei will absolutely win against Souichiro," she said, this time with no hesitation and no doubt.