I Took A Succubus's First Time

"But what does interest me… is the Child of Anti-Prophecy."

A chill ran down Misuzu's spine. Her grip on her phone tightened as her heart pounded violently against her ribs, the unsettling rhythm echoing through her entire body.

"W-Why do you have an interest in him?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. A suffocating unease coiled around her, squeezing tighter with every passing second. Why? Why was Chihiro so fixated on Kouhei?

"It's only natural, isn't it?" Chihiro's tone remained light, almost playful, but there was a sharpness lurking beneath, like a blade hidden in silk. "Not only did he put my brother in his place, but the mere fact that he's the Child of Anti-Prophecy makes him all the more fascinating. As a leader, wouldn't it be expected of me to take an interest in someone so... unique? What was his name again? Okumura-kun, was it? He seems quite capable. If he managed to do that to my brother, then I have no doubt that he's an exceptional man."

Misuzu's jaw clenched. The more Chihiro spoke, the more an unbearable heat built up in her chest—anger, anxiety, something else she couldn't quite place.

"Chihiro," she said, her voice firm yet laced with restrained fury, "I've already warned you—if you so much as lay a hand on Okumura-kun, you will incur Yuuna's wrath."

A laugh. Amused. Almost mocking.

"Ah, but that's where it gets interesting, doesn't it?" Chihiro mused. "If Yuuna wants to direct her fury at me, then I could simply shift my allegiance to Souichiro's faction. A simple move, really. After all, wouldn't it be wise to align myself with the enemy of my enemy? Wouldn't that be a much better use of my time?"

Misuzu's breath hitched. Her fingers trembled slightly, though she refused to let them falter.

Chihiro would actually do it.

She would betray them, not out of necessity, not out of survival—but out of sheer, calculated spite.

"Now, Misuzu," Chihiro continued, her voice dropping to something almost sultry, dangerously smooth, "are you going to take me seriously now, or will you keep pretending you have control over this? Though, really, let's be honest… you and Yuuna can't stop me. So why don't you do the smart thing and step aside? Let me have Okumura-kun."

Misuzu's entire body tensed. It was as if the air around her had turned to ice, yet at the same time, a fire burned furiously beneath her skin.

She exhaled slowly.

Then, her lips curled into a chilling smile.

"You seem to be underestimating us," she said, her voice eerily calm, yet dripping with quiet defiance. "Declaring something like this… is no different from declaring war. And Yuuna—none of us—will ever back down."

A pause.

Then, a low chuckle from the other end of the line.

"You sound confident," Chihiro murmured, amusement practically oozing from her tone. "Confident enough to believe you could actually win. But tell me, Misuzu, do you really think a faction of rejects can stand against me?"

Misuzu's gaze darkened.

"You'll find out soon enough."

A lingering silence stretched between them. Then—

"How fascinating," Chihiro whispered, her voice almost breathless. "Very well, then. I look forward to our clash."

Click.

The call cut off.

Misuzu let out a slow breath, lowering her phone as she tried to steady her heartbeat.

"Turn the car around," she ordered, her voice sharp as steel. "We're going back to the Saionji mansion."

The driver, sensing the shift in atmosphere, obeyed without hesitation, smoothly turning the car back toward their destination.

The weight of the conversation settled heavily on Misuzu's shoulders.

The possibility of the Mitani faction aligning with Souichiro's was a looming threat, one that could very well spell disaster for them.

But no matter how dire the situation seemed…

One thing remained certain.

Yuuna would never allow it.

And neither would she.

***

"I see…" Yuuna exhaled slowly, her fingers tapping idly against the armrest of her chair. The dim glow of the chandelier above cast long shadows across the meeting room, its golden light reflecting off her eyes—sharp, calculating, and utterly unamused. "It's certainly possible that Chihiro would go to such lengths if she doesn't get what she wants."

She leaned back slightly, her posture radiating an effortless authority. "I still remember how desperately she wanted to have you, Misuzu—so much so that we nearly stood at the brink of a faction war. But in the end, both of us knew what would come of such a reckless confrontation. That's why it never happened. However…" Yuuna's fingers stilled, the ghost of a smirk tugging at her lips. "Now that she has found a way to get what she desires without spilling a single drop of her own faction's blood, I suppose she sees no reason to hold back."

The air in the meeting room had turned dense, like an invisible weight pressing down on them. The members of the Yuuna Faction, all present in the mansion, sat in silence, absorbing the implications of Misuzu's report. Even Kouhei, who had been dragged into this web of power struggles, felt the tension winding around him like an unseen chain.

"I must say," Yuuna continued, her voice laced with an eerie amusement, "how bold of her… to declare something like that so openly. Chihiro truly is an idiot."

But then, the amusement in her eyes flickered—and vanished.

A chill spread through the room as Yuuna's smile remained in place, yet the warmth behind it had dissipated completely. Her eyes, once gleaming with mischief, turned cold—emotionless. The shift was almost imperceptible, but to those who knew her well, it was unmistakable.

"Who does she think she is?" she murmured, her voice now devoid of the playfulness from before.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

"She must think me a fool," Yuuna continued, tilting her head slightly, her golden hair catching the dim light. "To even entertain the idea of threatening me with something so… cheap. Just to claim Kouhei-kun? How laughable." Her lips curled further, but her voice only grew softer—more dangerous. "Does she truly believe I would hand over what is mine? That I would bow at her feet in submission just because she dangles the possibility of siding with my brother in the upcoming war? How utterly ridiculous."

She exhaled, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against the fabric of her chair.

"Oh, Chihiro… such a naughty, naughty girl," she murmured, amusement laced with something far more sinister. "It seems she enjoys playing games she has no right to play."

There was something unsettling in the way she said it—something that sent a ripple of unease through the room.

Then, suddenly—

"A naughty girl like her must be punished."

Her voice was light, almost sing-song, yet it carried a weight that sent a shiver down Misuzu's spine.

Kouhei, unable to ignore the creeping tension in the air, finally spoke.

"Um… Yuuna-san?" His voice was cautious, uncertain. "You're not seriously planning to declare a faction war against her, are you?"

Yuuna let out a soft chuckle, her expression unreadable.

"War? No, no, Kouhei-kun. Not war," she mused. "But if Chihiro wishes to play games, then we ought to entertain her, don't you think?"

She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin against her knuckles, her gaze glinting like a predator toying with its prey.

"If she thinks she can use fear against us, then it is only fair that we return the favor… but with much greater intensity."

"Scare her even more, huh?" Hina echoed, her lips quirking into a smirk.

"And how exactly do we do that?" Kouhei asked, brows furrowing slightly. "How does scaring her more work in our favor?"

Yuuna's eyes gleamed with something unreadable—something dark and undeniably confident.

"If she fears us more than she fears my brother's faction, she will hesitate," she explained, her voice smooth as silk. "No one willingly wagers their life on an uncertain gamble. If the risk of death looms too close, even the boldest will falter."

Indeed, Chihiro believed that the Souichiro Faction would crush the Yuuna Faction with ease—that was the foundation of her arrogance. She viewed them as weak, as nothing more than discarded misfits. Worthless rejects.

But what would happen if those so-called 'rejects' displayed a power so overwhelming, so monstrous, that it forced her to question everything?

If Yuuna and her faction demonstrated a strength beyond expectation—something undeniable, something terrifying—then Chihiro would have no choice but to reconsider.

At that point, it would no longer be about victory or defeat.

It would be about survival.

"Frightening her into realizing that going against us would be foolish," Nagisa remarked, her voice steady. "That alone should be enough to make her abandon whatever scheme she's conjured up."

"However," Yuuna interjected, her gaze locking onto Kouhei.

A slow smile crept onto her lips—one that was neither cruel nor kind, but something in between.

"In order to instill that fear," she murmured, "we need to grow stronger."

Her eyes never left him.