I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 147: Kouhei’s True Power

A cataclysmic surge of energy plummeted from the heavens, cascading like an all-consuming divine wrath. It was as if the sky itself had split open, releasing an omnipotent force to smite the corrupted one. The impact was deafening, the very air trembling beneath its sheer intensity. The blast struck with the weight of judgment, engulfing everything in a blinding crimson radiance.

This was the pinnacle of Yuuna's magic—the most formidable spell she had ever unleashed. In truth, she had never once attempted such an incantation before. She hadn't even been certain she could wield this kind of power. But the surge she had received from Kouhei, through the Love Link, had pushed her beyond her limits.

Yet, the cost was unbearable.

The spell was devouring her mana at an unfathomable rate, its hunger more insatiable than even the Crimson Dance. The drain was excruciating—her consciousness teetered on the edge of oblivion. A numbing cold clawed at her insides, her vision swimming as waves of dizziness assaulted her. Her body, already weakened, trembled violently. But she held on, pouring every last ounce of her existence into this one final act.

She had to end this.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, the celestial crimson light that had descended like divine punishment finally dissipated, its glow fading into the void. The ground beneath her quaked in its aftermath, scorched and shattered. Yuuna's knees gave out, her body crumpling as she collapsed onto the ground, her chest rising and falling erratically.

Her breath was ragged, her lips quivering as she struggled to speak.

"That got her… right?" she gasped between labored breaths, her lungs burning as if she had been submerged in fire. Her unfocused eyes locked onto the impact site of the Crimson Gate, desperate for reassurance. Dust billowed in thick, swirling clouds, obscuring everything in a suffocating shroud. She strained to see through the dense haze, but nothing was visible beyond the churning darkness.

Then, the dust began to settle.

Yuuna's blood ran cold.

Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled into the dirt.

"You're… joking… right…?"

The corrupted one still stood.

Barely clinging to life, her once-mangled body was charred black, her flesh grotesquely burned beyond recognition. And yet—impossibly—she was healing.

The carbonized remains of her flesh cracked apart, sloughing off like discarded ashes, revealing freshly regenerated skin beneath. The sight was monstrous. Revolting. An unholy defiance against death itself.

"Ah… I will kill you… I will kill you all…" her voice rasped, a deranged whisper laced with festering malice. Her scorched lips curled into something between agony and madness. "Look at what you've done… You enjoyed this, didn't you? Tearing me apart… humiliating me… all to make yourself more beautiful than me…"

"No, you won't," Hina's voice cut through the air, sharp and unwavering.

Raising her hand, she conjured a swirling vortex of darkness within her palm. The black mass pulsated, tendrils of shadow licking at the air, seething with unrestrained energy. With a fierce thrust, she hurled it forward. The moment it connected, the shadows coiled and exploded outward, swallowing the corrupted one in an abyss of suffocating void.

For a moment, the battlefield fell into silence.

Then, the darkness shattered.

The corrupted one stood unharmed.

Hina's brows furrowed.

She didn't hesitate. Another spell. Then another. And another.

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Nothing.

The others joined the assault. Shizue, piloting her mechanized unit, unleashed a storm of missiles, the explosions consuming everything in a merciless inferno. The force of the detonations rattled the ground, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

Still, nothing worked.

The corrupted one remained untouched.

"Ahhh… You… You made me into this… I will tear you apart! I will kill every last one of you!"

A cataclysmic surge of rage erupted from her very being. Her charred flesh continued to mend, the crimson hue of her skin returning as her body pulsed with resurgent power. The air around her distorted, writhing as though reality itself rejected her existence.

Yuuna clenched her fists.

'If I could just cast one more spell… this would be over…'

But her body refused.

Her mana was gone—utterly depleted. And she could feel it—the Love Link had faded. The strength Kouhei had lent her had vanished, leaving her drained and powerless. No matter how much she willed herself to move, her limbs remained frozen.

What could she do?

Nothing they had done had worked. Nothing could wound the corrupted one.

And if she fully regenerated… they were doomed.

Kouhei, standing at the edge of the battlefield, took in the dire situation. His gaze flickered to Yuuna—saw the despair, the helplessness in her eyes. He could feel it—like a phantom weight pressing against his chest.

'I have to try.'

He had no certainty that his efforts would amount to anything.

But he had to try it. Or else, they would lose.

For some reason, he gained sensitivity to the emotions of those close to him. And for some reason, it felt eerily similar to Hina's Empath ability.

Hina possessed the ability to sense the emotions of others. And somehow, Kouhei could now do the same.

It made no sense. He had never possessed such an ability before. Yet now, he could feel it—this strange, foreign connection to the emotions of others. It was as if the very essence of Hina's power had somehow seeped into him, embedding itself within his being.

The Love Link.

That had to be it. It had bound them together in ways he still didn't fully understand.

However, there was a limit—this strange connection only worked with Hina, Nagisa, Aria, and Yuuna. Kouhei wondered if it was simply because he knew them well enough that he could sense their emotions. But no—his instincts told him otherwise. There was something deeper at play, something more profound lurking beneath the surface.

A thought began to form in his mind.

What if… What if the Love Link didn't just strengthen the woman he had sex with by timing their orgasms together? What if it allowed him to inherit the abilities of the women he had bonded with as well?

What if... the Love Link didn't just allow him to sense emotions? What if it granted him access to the abilities of the women he had bonded with?

'I have to test it…'

There was no proof. No certainty. Only instinct and the burning desire to be more—to do more. He couldn't just stand by and watch. Not this time.

Raising his hand to the sky, Kouhei pointed his finger heavenward, his breath steady but his pulse erratic. He closed his eyes, reaching inward, searching for something that might not even exist.

How did Yuuna do it?

She always raised her fingers like this… but what else? There had to be more to it.

As the seconds stretched, doubt slithered through his thoughts. Was he grasping at straws? Wasting precious time on a reckless gamble?

No.

He had already made up his mind.

Even if it was foolish. Even if it was impossible.

He would still try.

A chilling voice shattered the air.

"Ha… I'm going to kill all of you… And I'll start with you—the one who ruined me!"

The corrupted one's voice dripped with venom, her body still recovering, yet her presence exuding nothing but malice. Though the others continued their relentless assault, bombarding her with spells and strikes, she refused to fall.

Her hateful gaze locked onto Yuuna.

Yuuna, who remained on her knees.

Yuuna, who was gasping for breath, unable to rise.

Kouhei clenched his jaw.

He had no experience with magic—had never even attempted to wield it. His understanding of spells was shallow at best. Yet he had no other choice.

He focused, willing himself to grasp something—anything.

Then, it happened.

A force stirred deep within him—an unknown energy that had always existed, lying dormant, only now awakening. And the sensation… was familiar.

It had been around him all this time, ever since he started living with the others.

Something ancient, something unknown, stirred in the pit of his soul.

Like a coiled serpent waking from slumber.

Like an ember roaring into a blaze.

Mana.

Not just around him—but within him.

It was familiar, its presence something he had felt countless times without realizing it.

All this time, living with the members of the Yuuna Factio, he had been surrounded by mana. Now, for the first time, he could truly feel it.

A surge of power coursed through his veins.

The corrupted one's regeneration was almost complete. Though her body was still mending, she no longer waited—she lunged, her killing intent thick enough to choke the air.

And Yuuna—still too weak to move—was defenseless.

Kouhei's lips parted. His voice rang clear.

"Crimson Dance!"

The world trembled.

Mana erupted from his body, an overwhelming force that drained him to the core. It was as if his very life was being siphoned away, yet he refused to falter.

Then—nails.

Dozens of them materialized above him.

But they were not Yuuna's Crimson Dance.

They were different.

Where hers had been countless and swift, his were fewer, yet massive—towering like black spears, their edges gleaming with ominous energy.

Where hers had been crimson, his were void-black, swallowing the light around them.

He raised his hand, steady despite the exhaustion clawing at him.

And then—he aimed.