I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 78: I’ll Kill You Myself

Nagisa felt an overwhelming surge of power coursing through her. She could feel the change within herself—her aura was brighter, more radiant than ever before, and some strange, foreign energy flowed through her veins. It was unfamiliar yet intoxicating. Despite losing her virginity earlier, there wasn't a trace of pain between her legs anymore; even that seemed to have healed completely.

She looked at Takahashi with steady breaths, confidence radiating from her. For the first time, she believed she could beat him.

"Raaagggghhhh!"

Takahashi roared, his scream piercing the air like a battle cry as he lunged at Nagisa. His fist was poised to strike, and his speed was blindingly fast—almost impossible to follow.

But Nagisa could see it. She could see the trajectory of his movements, the outline of where he was headed, and the exact moment he would strike. Earlier, she had been relying purely on instinct to block and dodge his attacks, but now, with this mysterious power surging through her, she knew she could handle it.

Without hesitation, she dashed forward with all her might, meeting Takahashi mid-air. Both of them threw punches simultaneously, their fists colliding with an explosive impact. The force of their clash generated a shockwave that rippled outward, shaking the very air around them.

The moment Nagisa's fist connected with Takahashi's, he felt a violent ripple shoot up his arm. Then came the horrifying realization—his bones were shattering.

"Graaaaaaahhh! Ahhh! Hnnnn!"

He recoiled, dashing away from Nagisa as he clutched his arm. His hand hung limply, grotesquely broken. The bones in his fingers were visible through the mangled flesh, jagged and shattered. His wrist, the connection between his hand and forearm, was completely destroyed, leaving his hand dangling like a lifeless piece of meat.

"Ha... Aahhhhhh! M-My hand! My hand! MY HANDDDDD!"

His scream wasn't just from pain—it was pure despair. Staring at his ruined limb, he knew this might mean being one-handed for the rest of his life.

"You should be thankful Yumi's a skilled healer," Nagisa said firmly. "She can fix those broken bones in no time. But only if you surrender and let go of the envy controlling you. I'll call her immediately to patch you up."

"MY HANDDDD! MY HANDDD! No, no, no, no! NOOOO!"

He screamed over and over, desperately trying to piece his broken hand back together. But it was futile. The only thing holding his hand and arm together was a thin stretch of skin and torn flesh.

"This is your fault! This is...! This is your fault!"

"Did you even hear what I said?" Nagisa snapped, exasperated. "I don't want to hurt you anymore. Stop this nonsense, and I'll call Yumi to help fix you up. I might even need Misuzu's help to erase your memory. You're too consumed by envy over Kou-kun to think straight."

"Aaargghhh!"

Suddenly, Takahashi lunged forward again, his speed so blindingly fast it was hard to follow. But just like before, Nagisa could see it all.

He swung his leg up, aiming a vicious kick at her. Nagisa raised her arm and blocked his foot with ease. In the same motion, she grabbed his arm and slammed him to the ground with enough force to knock the air out of his lungs.

"Just give up. I don't want to kill you."

Killing a mortal wasn't forbidden for demons; it was simply a choice. In fact, some demons relished the act, taking perverse pleasure in ending lives. But the Sarushima group was different. They didn't kill mortals unless absolutely necessary. If attacked by demon hunters or others intent on harm, they'd retaliate, but only then. Nagisa herself had killed plenty of mortals—likely more times than she cared to count. Ending one more wouldn't make a difference.

Still, the thought of killing this boy left a sour taste in her mouth. He wasn't truly evil, just a prisoner of his emotions, consumed by envy and hate.

"I will kill you! I will kill that bastard! And then I'll kill you after!"

Takahashi wasn't listening. His rage burned too hot for reason.

"Why doesn't anything ever go my way?! I want strength! I want girls fawning over me! I want everyone to love me! I want everything!"

His voice dripped with desperation, his envy spilling out like a flood, uncontrollable and suffocating.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her—a girl standing behind Nagisa, her lips curled into a cheeky, toothy grin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her presence igniting something inside him.

It was Yui.

Judging by Nagisa's lack of reaction, it had to be an illusion. But Takahashi didn't care. If she was there, even as a figment, it was enough for him.

"You want strength, senpai~?" she purred, her voice playful and sweet.

"Yes..."

"You want me, don't you, senpai~?"

"Yes..."

"Would you kill for me?"

"I will."

Her grin widened, splitting her pretty face into something far more sinister.

"Then... die."

Suddenly, an overwhelming burst of aura erupted from Takahashi's body, forcing Nagisa to stumble back from its sheer intensity.

"Wha—!? What kind of aura is this?! It's too much!"

The energy pouring out of him was overwhelming, suffocating the very air around them.

Nagisa glanced back to check on Kouhei. He was helping trapped students evacuate the school building, which had become too dangerous to stay in. He'd rounded up as many as he could and was guiding them to the soccer field. For now, at least, he seemed out of immediate danger.

Kouhei noticed the storm-like aura swirling around Takahashi and looked toward Nagisa with concern. But with students still trapped in the building, he couldn't abandon his task. They exchanged a quick nod, silently agreeing on their roles—he'd save the remaining students, and she'd handle Takahashi.

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"I hate all of you..." Takahashi growled through clenched teeth. His voice dripped with venom. "Everything I want... everything I deserve... I want it all for myself. And yet, I get nothing. I'm supposed to be the main character. The hero. The role model. I'm the one the girls should be throwing themselves at! So why the fuck didn't I get any of it?! Why does that fucking otaku get everything I want?!"

He stood, his menacing aura coalescing around him like a storm ready to erupt.

"I guess I'll have to roughen you up a bit," Nagisa said, her tone laced with irritation.

The aura Takahashi was giving off was intense—so suffocating it felt like a wall she couldn't break through. Sure, she could fire off some spells to hit him from a distance, but spellcasting wasn't her strong suit. Nagisa's role in her team was the rook—a frontliner meant to charge in, take the hits, and deal heavy damage up close. A pure brawler, through and through.

Kouhei had once explained the importance of teamwork to her. A brawler needed a ranger and a support at their back to properly dismantle enemies like Takahashi. The brawler would smash through defenses, the support would keep them alive, and the ranger would deliver the killing blows. But today, Nagisa was on her own—no backup, no fancy coordination, just her fists and instincts.

"Guess I've gotta make this work," she muttered, steeling herself.

She launched herself at Takahashi, moving with the same blistering speed he'd used earlier. Her fist shot toward his stomach, aiming to knock the wind out of him. But he blocked it with his arm—an arm that shouldn't have been functional.

"He healed it...?" she muttered under her breath, stepping back in disbelief. His arm, the one she'd seen broken earlier, was moving like nothing had happened.

That wasn't normal. No mortal could recover from an injury like that, not even with medical help. Sure, doctors could patch someone up, but fully restoring an arm to fighting condition was Impossible.

Takahashi's eyes blazed with rage as he shouted, "I'll kill everything in here! I'll make sure no one steals what's mine!"

Nagisa rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Don't you think it's a bit pathetic to cry about not getting your way when you don't even try to put in the effort?"

"Shut up!" Takahashi snapped, his bloodlust practically pouring off him. His teeth ground together as he glared at her. "You don't know a damn thing, Kiyohara-senpai! That fucking otaku stole everything from me! I loved Saonji, but he stole her. I admired you, and he took you too! And Yui-chan…" His voice cracked as he bit his lip so hard it bled. "I'll end that bastard! I'll kill him! I won't rest until I've ripped his body apart! Even if it means killing you, Kiyohara-senpai, I don't care. I'll do anything!"

Nagisa let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head. "You've completely lost it, haven't you? That envy's rotted your brain so bad there's no saving you." Her eyes hardened, her voice growing colder. "If you're going to be a threat to Kou-kun, then I don't have a choice. I'll kill you myself."

And she meant it. Kouhei wasn't just the savior of the demons, the one who would help them win the war against the Heavens. He was also her Kou-kun—someone she cared about with all her heart. Someone she couldn't afford to lose.

With that resolve burning inside her, Nagisa charged at Takahashi again, ready to bring him down.