I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 107: Hug

The room seemed to still as Yuuna caught his meaning. Kouhei already knew she was a vampire, but seeing her like this—fanged, dangerous, and utterly captivating—was an entirely new experience.

"Oh… right." Yuuna turned toward the mirror, her expression shifting as she examined herself. Her fingertips brushed over her lips, tracing the faint curve of her fang. "I guess I've stayed in Hell too long," she murmured.

Hell's oppressive atmosphere, thick with mana so dense it could crush a human's spirit, had started to affect her physically. Her body was adapting, leaning into its vampiric instincts. The change was gradual but undeniable—her once human-like appearance edging closer to something otherworldly.

"If I stayed much longer," she mused, "my appearance might have fully shifted. I could end up looking like a complete vampire."

Her reflection stared back at her, and for a moment, the faint crimson in her pupils seemed to flicker. She sighed, her breath misting the mirror's surface slightly. "It'll take some time for things to go back to normal," she said, straightening.

"I guess I'll have to wear a face mask for now," she added with a wry smile, her tone turning light again. "Can't have mortals freaking out over a set of fangs, can we?"

"Um, is it really such a big deal if someone notices your fangs, Yuuna-san?" Kouhei asked, his tone uncertain but curious.

Yuuna tilted her head slightly, her delicate fingers brushing her lips as a coy smile formed. "Well, it's not that bad," she replied, her voice smooth and honeyed. "But I'd rather avoid drawing attention. If some mortals saw my fangs, it could lead to unwanted trouble—like demon hunters trying to subjugate me. Sure, I could handle them easily, but why waste energy on something so trivial? And besides, I don't want Misuzu overexerting herself erasing memories just because I got careless."

Misuzu could manipulate memories with ease since it didn't drain much of her mana, but it was mentally exhausting for her. Yuuna relied on this power to erase any knowledge of demons and angels that mortals might stumble upon. If too many people discovered the truth—that demons and angels existed, that they were at war, and that Earth was their chessboard—it would cause utter chaos. Misuzu's constant efforts ensured that this truth remained hidden.

"The truth is," Yuuna continued, her tone softening, "if mortals learned about demons and angels, or the war we're waging, it would devastate them. Earth is the battleground for our struggles, and it's best if humans never know the role they unwittingly play. That's why Misuzu does what she does—she shields them from the chaos we live in every day."

Kouhei listened intently, the gravity of Yuuna's explanation sinking in. But her next words came like a gentle breeze cutting through the heavy atmosphere.

"Does it bother you, Kouhei?" Yuuna's golden eyes bore into his, their depths shimmering like liquid sunlight. "The idea that the way we look now might not be our true forms? That what lies beneath might be... hideous?"

It was a valid concern. From a human perspective, demons were monstrous beings—grotesque and terrifying. Movies painted them as nightmares made flesh, entities born to strike fear into the hearts of mortals. Of course, reality didn't always mirror fiction.

Yuuna and the others didn't look hideous—not by a long shot. But if they did, would it change how Kouhei felt about them? Would it disturb him? Would that change how he felt?

After a moment, Kouhei found his voice. "I mean... I'd probably be a little surprised at first, but that's it. My love for any of you wouldn't change—not even a little."

The words came out with a steadiness that surprised even him. He wasn't just saying it to make her feel better; he meant every syllable.

Yuuna's lips parted slightly, her breath hitching. A soft blush spread across her porcelain cheeks, and for a moment, she just stared at him, her expression one of quiet awe. Then, a radiant smile lit up her face, warm and full of unspoken gratitude.

"Now then," she said, stepping closer, her voice dropping to a tender murmur. "I've been away for almost two days, Kouhei-kun. I need my hug. I need to recharge. Will you do that for me?"

"Of course," Kouhei replied.

As he opened his arms, Yuuna moved into him, her body pressing against his with a sensual grace. Her warmth seeped into him, her softness molding perfectly to his form. The faintest trace of her scent—sweet, alluring, and maddeningly addictive—filled his lungs. Kouhei felt his pulse quicken, his senses overwhelmed by her closeness.

Yuuna closed her eyes, her delicate fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she rested her head against his chest. She inhaled deeply, savoring his scent in return, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "You always smell so good," she murmured, her voice dripping with contentment.

For a while, they simply stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world around them fading into irrelevance.

Then Yuuna's gaze shifted to Aria, who had been watching them silently, her hands clasped in front of her. Yuuna's lips curved into a playful smile as she extended a hand toward the hesitant girl.

"Come here too, Aria," Yuuna said, her tone gentle but inviting.

Aria blinked, her cheeks tinting pink. "Eh?"

"Join us," Yuuna urged, her golden eyes glinting with affection.

Aria hesitated, fidgeting slightly. "Are you sure it's okay?"

"It's more than okay," Yuuna reassured her. "You don't have to hold back."

Tentatively, Aria stepped forward and joined the embrace. The three of them stood there, holding one another in quiet unity.

The door creaked open, the faint sound cutting through the quiet intimacy of their embrace. Two figures stepped into the room, their presence immediately disrupting the atmosphere.

"Ah…"

Yumi and Misuzu froze in place, their eyes widening as they took in the sight before them. Yuuna, Aria, and Kouhei stood entwined in a group hug that felt far too intimate to be casual. Hugging wasn't inherently odd, but seeing all three of them pressed together like that was definitely confusing.

"Um… did we just walk in at the wrong time?" Yumi asked, her voice tinged with awkward hesitation, her cheeks faintly flushed.

"I think we did…" Misuzu replied dryly, though the corner of her lips curled in a faint smirk as if amused by the situation.

The two exchanged glances, their movements stiff as they awkwardly began retreating, reaching for the door to excuse themselves.

"You two, there's no need for that," Yuuna said smoothly, finally breaking the embrace. Her tone carried a warmth that softened the tension. She turned toward them, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face as she regarded them with a faint smile. "Misuzu, I thought you had a photoshoot today? Is it already done?"

"Yes," Misuzu replied, stepping fully into the room now, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "It took longer than I expected, but I came here as soon as I could."

"I heard from the others that you went back to Hell, President," Yumi chimed in. "I was planning to stay here occasionally for Okumura-kun's safety. Honestly, I'm kind of embarrassed I haven't been much help so far…"

"Thank you," Yuuna said, her voice even and calm. "Kouhei's protection is already well-guarded, but your support is appreciated. More hands on deck mean fewer risks, and it puts my mind at ease."

Yumi and Misuzu staying nearby would definitely make things smoother for Kouhei's protection. That was the priority, alongside tracking down the fallen angel. Yuuna had already spoken with the Head of the Great House of Sarushima, requesting their help with both matters.

"Now then," Yuuna said, clapping her hands lightly to refocus everyone's attention. Her expression grew sharp, commanding, as if she had switched into an entirely different mode. "Now that everyone who's supposed to be here is here, let's discuss our next steps."

Before she could continue, Yuuna froze. Her body stiffened as a chill rippled through the air. Her crimson eyes narrowed, the playful warmth replaced with a piercing intensity.

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She clicked her tongue, her irritation clear, and raised her hand. A glowing magic circle materialized in the air, its intricate glyphs spinning and rearranging as it displayed a map of her territory. The air seemed to hum with mana as her gaze locked onto a massive, pulsating dot on the map. The dot pulsed like a heartbeat, each surge of light radiating a palpable sense of danger.

She clenched her teeth, her jaw tightening. The mana signature was enormous, signaling the presence of something powerful.

"Everyone, get ready," Yuuna ordered, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. "We've got visitors. Aria, stay with Kouhei-kun. If anything gets too close to him, fight them off, but don't kill. If we kill anyone from the attacking group, it'll create more complications than we need."

"As you command, Yuuna-sama," Aria replied without hesitation, her voice steady as she moved to position herself protectively near Kouhei.

Yuuna's face darkened, her expression sharp and commanding. The carefree, teasing demeanor she usually carried was gone, replaced by an aura of deadly focus. This wasn't the Yuuna Kouhei was used to, and seeing her like this sent a chill down his spine.