I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 192 - That’s The Spirit
192: That’s The Spirit
192: That’s The Spirit
At long last, the day drew to its inevitable close.
Kouhei’s entire body felt like it was dragging behind him, his limbs heavy with fatigue, his mind fogged and overloaded.
A dull ache pulsed behind his eyes as if every part of his being had been wrung dry by the sheer chaos and energy that the day had demanded.
So much had happened—far too much for a single day.
It was almost surreal how all of it had fit into such a short span of time, like time itself had stretched just to torment him.
He walked in a slow, almost lethargic pace along the path back to the Saionji mansion, accompanied closely by Nagisa, Hina, Yuuna, and Kozue.
Their footsteps echoed softly against the paved walkway, the cool evening breeze brushing past them, carrying faint scents of grass and distant sakura.
Yet, despite their proximity, Kouhei couldn’t ignore the subtle but piercing coldness radiating from one of the girls beside him—Hina.
There was a strange, undeniable gap between her and him.
She wasn’t walking beside him as usual, nor did she so much as glance his way.
That subtle absence of attention felt louder than any words she could have spoken.
Kouhei could only sigh internally.
He wasn’t dense.
He had a pretty good idea of what this distance meant.
Kouhei suspected that this was likely due to her discovering that he had spent time with two different women earlier in the day.
It wasn’t as though he had done so on purpose though.
No, no matter how it had happened, it was still a mistake.
Even if unintentional, it didn’t change the fact that it shouldn’t have happened.
He already had four women in his life—Nagisa, Yuuna, Kozue, and Hina herself.
That alone was more than anyone could ever ask for.
He didn’t need more.
He shouldn’t need more.
Maybe Hina had drawn a line—a silent, invisible boundary—defining who could be close to him and who couldn’t.
And maybe, in her mind, humans like Yui and Hiyori had no place breaching that line.
All of Kouhei’s current lovers were demons.
That fact alone made the contrast between them and the two girls even sharper.
Perhaps the thought of him getting involved with humans stirred something unpleasant in her.
But it wasn’t as though he had plans to start anything with them.
That much was certain.
“Kou-kun?
Are you okay?
You seem very pale,” Nagisa’s gentle voice cut through the fog of his thoughts like sunlight piercing a heavy mist.
Her concern snapped him out of his silent brooding, and he glanced at her, offering a faint nod before murmuring, “I think I made Hina-san mad.”
Nagisa blinked, visibly surprised.
Her lips curled upward into a mischievous smirk.
“Oh?
Hina getting mad?
That’s definitely a first.
Guess you’re the only one capable of drawing out emotions from her, huh?”
Kouhei allowed himself a small smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes.
She wasn’t wrong.
Hina was the last known survivor of the Primordial Succubi, a being whose very existence was burdened by power so immense, it shattered any possibility of ordinary interaction.
Because of this, she had lived an existence devoid of connection—no friendships, no love, no warmth.
Her emotions, stunted and dormant, never had a chance to take root in the soil of isolation she was forced to grow in.
Her very touch was lethal—capable of driving anyone she touched into such an intense, overwhelming orgasm that their bodies would shut down, consumed entirely by pleasure so violent it became fatal.
That cursed ability had rendered her completely untouchable.
It wasn’t just physical contact she’d been deprived of—it was the emotional intimacy that came with it.
The warmth of a hand, the comfort of an embrace, the thrill of a kiss—all of it had been foreign to her.
And then came Kouhei.
Somehow, by fate or accident—or perhaps divine cruelty—the two of them had met.
A single accidental touch that didn’t end in death.
It was unprecedented.
Kouhei, the Child of Anti-Prophecy, was the only being alive capable of touching her without dying.
That simple moment changed everything.
It became the cornerstone of something unimaginable for Hina—something tender, something emotional.
He had given her a taste of life she had never dared to hope for.
But now, because of him, she was experiencing a new emotion.
Anger.
And he hated it.
The idea of being the cause of that storm cloud in her heart made his chest tighten.
“Do you know anything that might make her happy again?” he asked softly, almost pleadingly.
Nagisa tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful before she shook it.
“I’m afraid I have no clue.
This is completely uncharted territory for all of us.
I’ve never seen Hina mad before, not even once.
So it’s honestly hard to say what might cheer her up.”
It was a fair point.
As she had reminded him earlier, Hina had lived most of her life emotionally numb.
Whatever she was feeling now—this frustration, this silent rage—it was likely her first time experiencing it.
And it was because of him.
Nagisa’s smirk returned, playful and faintly wicked.
“Oh, but… considering Hina is a succubus, maybe that might cheer her up?”
Kouhei blinked, immediately picking up on her implication.
That, of course, meant sex.
And she wasn’t wrong either.
Hina was a succubus, one who had gone centuries without being able to indulge in even the most basic carnal pleasure due to her dangerous abilities.
Kouhei had been the first and only person who had ever made it possible for her to experience that.
Their first time together had been intense, raw, and beautiful in its own way.
And he remembered clearly—Hina had looked happy.
Truly happy.
But even with that knowledge, it wasn’t something he could just jump into.
He couldn’t just approach her and say, “Let’s fuck,” and expect everything to magically be alright.
There were steps to be taken.
Emotions to understand.
A proper path to follow.
Assuming sex would solve her anger would be reckless.
Irresponsible.
Even insulting.
“I guess… maybe I should start by setting the mood first…” Kouhei murmured aloud, mostly to himself.
Nagisa smiled, her lips curling mischievously as she raised her hand and gave Kouhei a firm, playful slap on the back.
The sound echoed faintly in the air.
“That’s it!” she declared with a gleam in her eyes.
“That’s the spirit.”
She was clearly getting a kick out of watching him squirm like this.
But despite her teasing demeanor, Kouhei couldn’t bring himself to feel irritated.
In fact, in some odd way, he felt thankful.
***
As luck would have it, Kouhei had nothing planned for tonight.
Misuzu didn’t have any work shifts and had decided to stay over at the Yuki residence.
She’d be returning to the Saionji mansion later in the evening.
As for Aria, he had already informed her in advance that he wouldn’t be attending their usual training session.
He told her he had something to take care of—something important.
In exchange, he swore he’d make up for it by doubling his efforts tomorrow.
She had accepted the deal.
Now, Kouhei stood in front of Hina’s bedroom door.
His heart thudded violently against his chest, each beat reverberating through his ribs like the pounding of a ceremonial drum.
His breath came in shallow draws, and he licked his dry lips out of instinct.
His palms were clammy with sweat, and his knees felt unsteady beneath him.
He was nervous—more than he wanted to admit.
But despite the uncertainty clawing at his chest, he couldn’t back away.
Not now.
“Alright…” he whispered to himself with a quiet breath, squaring his shoulders as if bracing for battle.
He drew his hand up, fingers curled into a tight fist, and brought his knuckles against the door.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Three deliberate taps.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Moments passed.
Then, from behind the door, soft footsteps could be heard—elegant and measured, like the sound of silk brushing against polished wood.
The door creaked open slowly, and a familiar voice greeted him.
“What is it?” Hina asked.
She looked just as cold and composed as always.
That icy aura of hers seemed to radiate from her very skin, but instead of pushing people away, it only added to her ethereal beauty.
The pale, porcelain glow of her skin, the shimmering white strands of her hair cascading like moonlight, and the crimson gleam in her eyes—all of it painted a picture that was both divine and untouchable.
She was breathtaking.
And yet, Kouhei couldn’t form a single coherent word.
“I…” he began, shifting slightly under her gaze.
The weight of the moment pressed down on him.
What could he even say that wouldn’t sound foolish?
Still, he gathered his courage, clutching onto the one thing he knew.
He wanted to see her smile.
“Would you allow me to take you out on a date tonight, Hina-san?”
The words left his lips slowly, carefully, as though letting go of a fragile secret.
Hina tilted her head to the side in a fluid motion, her hair sliding gently over her shoulder, catching the ambient light as it moved.
There was no smile, no immediate response—only curiosity flickering behind her ruby irises.
“A date?” she repeated, her voice carrying a subtle note of confusion.
“With me?”
“Yes,” he replied, his voice firm but respectful.
There was a pause.
A beat of silence passed as she continued to look at him, her gaze unreadable.
Then, without a word, the door closed.
He blinked—and found himself staring at the wooden grain of the door that now separated them once again.
Kouhei let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders drooping.
Of course it wouldn’t go smoothly.
It never did with her.
She must have sensed his intentions right away, tapping into his emotions with that Empath ability of hers.
She had probably seen right through him before he even opened his mouth.
He had no idea what to do now.
He leaned back, pressing his spine against the door, and slowly slid down until he was seated on the floor.
His head tilted back, resting against the frame, and another sigh escaped him—longer and heavier this time.
And then… something shifted.
The door suddenly creaked open behind him, and without any warning, he lost his balance and tumbled backward.
With a quiet thud, the back of his head gently hit the floor, and he found himself looking upward—his vision filling with a familiar face.
Hina stood above him, now wearing a completely different outfit.
“What?
It’s only natural that I’d wear something else, right?” she said.
