I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 212: Saionji Hina

Chapter 212: Saionji Hina

Hina was no ordinary demon. She was a force unto herself.

Among all of demonkind, she stood alone as the last surviving member of the Primordial Succubus, a lineage so exalted that even among succubi, they were considered noble, almost untouchable in their grandeur.

Succubi, in general, were viewed as the lowest among demons. Their existence revolved around a singular, shameful purpose and it was manipulating dreams and draining the semen of their victims until their bodies collapsed from endless, mind-breaking cumming. Unlike other demons—or even incubus, their male counterparts—succubi possessed no significant powers. They were seen as little more than parasites, feeding off lust and despair.

But the Primordial Succubus were different. They had risen above that crude existence, mastering the forbidden art of dark magic with a prowess no other demon race could match. Their dominion over the shadows became their signature. A mark that set them apart from the filth they were unfairly lumped with.

But even they could not escape the tides of destruction. In the endless war that raged between Heaven and Earth, the Primordial Succubus were wiped out, leaving only Hina to bear the weight of their legacy, and the crushing loneliness that came with it.

Because of that, Hina lived in solitude within the hollow halls of the Saionji House.

Though she bore the title of Head, the mansion was devoid of life. No vassals and she had no bloodline to continue. She had never taken a husband, not for lack of suitors across her endless years, but because no one could survive her touch. The sheer potency of her being was a lethal curse. Even a brief brush of skin against hers would plunge a man or even a woman into an ecstatic spiral, forcing them to cum uncontrollably until their bodies withered away in a tragic death of unending orgasmic bliss.

Thus, she accepted her fate. Deep down, Hina knew she was meant to walk this path alone. To live, and eventually die, bearing the cursed blood of the Saionji House without hope of passing it on. Procreation was a dream denied to her, not by choice, but by the cruel, irreversible power she carried. Her existence was not a gift. It was a beautifully wrapped curse.

And yet, two individuals would cross her path and tilt her world ever so slightly.

The first was a noble vampire, a woman who called herself Sarushima Yuuna.

Yuuna approached Hina one day with an invitation. It was to join her faction and to stand together under one banner.

But Hina knew the truth all too well. No matter how gilded the offer, it was nothing but a request for a weapon. She had no illusions. Any faction seeking her would only see her as a tool of destruction, ignorant of the double-edged sword they would be wielding. For while she could decimate their enemies without mercy, she could just as easily annihilate their own ranks if left unchecked.

Thus, without hesitation, Hina refused. But Yuuna was not so easily deterred. Again and again, she returned, like a stubborn ghost refusing to let go.

Eventually, Hina confronted her persistence.

“Why do you continue to insist that I join your faction?” Hina asked, her tone sharp, her voice carrying the coldness of centuries of isolation.

Yuuna’s lips curled into a soft, unwavering smile. “Is it not already obvious?” she replied calmly. “Because I believe that with you by my side, we could forge the strongest demon faction the world has ever known.”

Hina narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing her. “And you truly believe you can achieve such heights, with yourself as the leader?” she pressed. “Have you forgotten that you were already betrayed by your very first member?”

For the first time, Yuuna something danced behind her crimson eyes. Yet the smile remained, as if nailed to her face.

“I may still be an inadequate leader,” Yuuna admitted, her voice soft but steady, “but I truly believe that if we unite our strength, we can create something extraordinary. Please consider it, Saionji-san. Know that our door will always remain open to you.”

Hina watched her in silence, feeling a strange stir in her chest. She could not fathom this woman. Her face bore a smile, but her eyes—those eyes—were hollow and empty. They betrayed nothing. No hope. No despair. No ambition. She was a blank canvas, much like Hina herself.

Time passed. Seasons shifted. Years bled into each other like watercolors on damp paper.

And still, Yuuna came.

On one evening, when the skies were painted in the dying hues of twilight, Hina once again posed the question that had gnawed at her for so long.

“Why will you not give up, Sarushima Yuuna?” Hina asked, her voice barely more than a whisper against the encroaching darkness.

Yuuna answered without missing a beat, her voice brimming with sincerity, “Because I truly want you in my faction, Saionji-san. Without you, it would never be complete.”

Hina felt something twist inside her.

Even after all these years, Yuuna had not relented. And despite all her power, Hina could not unearth the vampire’s true intentions. Yuuna remained an enigma, a puzzle she could not solve.

Finally, in the stillness between them, Hina spoke the words that would change everything.

“I will only join your faction,” she said, her voice ringing clear like a chime in the heavy dusk, “if you are willing to shake my hand.”

Touching her meant the possibility of dying from orgasm. Of course, there was a chance one might survive, but enduring it would push anyone to the brink of insanity.

Even so, Hina declared that it was the only condition under which she would accept Yuuna’s invitation to join her faction.

She was certain Yuuna would hesitate. She was very certain she would not dare to reach out and touch her.

But…

Yuuna did not even falter. Without a moment’s hesitation, she reached out and grasped Hina’s hand firmly in her own.

“M… Mmmm… I see… So this is your power, huh?” Yuuna murmured, her legs trembling subtly as she maintained the connection. Yet, despite the obvious strain, she did not collapse to the floor. She merely stood there, enduring, and after a moment, gave Hina’s hand a slight shake.

“Ah… That was a little too close for comfort. A bit more, and I might have ended up wetting myself,” Yuuna said, forcing a slight, strained smile.

Hina gazed down at her own hand, stunned for a long, silent moment. Yuuna had touched her. She had actually grasped her hand, and without even a flicker of hesitation. It was as if she did not fear the consequences at all.

It was then, in that small moment, that Hina decided she would follow Yuuna.

That was the first one.

And the second person who would derail her life entirely… was Okumura Kouhei.

A human.

This is a part of the Hina’s Route – Part 1