I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 279: Resurrection

The members of the Yuuna Faction stood still, their eyes fixed on the now-empty space where Souichiro and Yuuna had disappeared into the void.

No one spoke.

No one dared to break the heavy silence that pressed against them like a crushing weight.

Even though Yuuna hadn’t said anything to any of them before leaving, not even a single goodbye or a reassuring glance, they all knew.

They knew exactly why she did it.

It was written all over her sacrifice.

She had gone with him... to protect them.

To shield the ones she loved.

Most importantly, to protect Kouhei—the boy who had only just returned from death.

If they had attempted to run, tried to escape and regroup somewhere else, then it would’ve just been the same war, played on a different stage.

The result would not have changed.

The Yuuna Faction would’ve been crushed—utterly and without mercy.

Yuuna knew this. And that’s why she made the choice she did.

Surrender wasn’t cowardice—it was survival.

If they had chosen to resist, it would have ended in devastation.

Her decision was one born of desperation, but also of love.

Nagisa clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms as she grit her teeth so hard it hurt.

Just as they managed to drag one soul from the shadows, another had been taken by them.

It was like standing at the edge of a pit—rescuing someone with one hand, only to fall in yourself.

It was cruel. Unfair.

But all they could do now was endure it.

Endure the loss.

Bear the weight of it until they could fight again.

Later, they would regroup.

Later, they would strike back.

But right now... the most important thing was making sure Kouhei woke up.

***

A week passed...

Still, Kouhei did not wake.

All of them had made it back from Antarctica, their exhausted bodies carried by teleportation spells that blurred the lines of time and distance.

When they first arrived at the Yuki Estate, they were met with mockery instead of sympathy.

The head of the Yuki Clan stood regally behind a veil of arrogance, her face hidden behind a decorative fan, but the cruel smirk curling beneath it was unmistakable.

Her laughter rang sharp in their ears.

Cold. Haughty. Cutting.

"Tell that idiotic older sister of mine," she said, her voice laced with venomous amusement, "that she made a tragic mistake. She should’ve returned to us when she had the chance, instead of choosing you lot."

Even as she ridiculed them, no one responded.

The Yuuna Faction didn’t have the energy to argue.

Their bodies were battered, their hearts drained.

They didn’t come to fight.

They came to go home.

And so, without resistance, they requested teleportation back to Japan.

Momoko, as cheerful as ever, guided them with a deceptive smile stretched across her face. Her laughter echoed behind them, like the mocking of a devil bidding farewell to the damned.

It was irritating. Degrading.

But they endured.

Eventually, they were returned safely to the Saionji Mansion.

And yet... Kouhei still lay unmoving.

It had been seven days.

Seven long days of uncertainty.

Hina hadn’t left his side once.

Not even for a moment.

She stayed by him, keeping vigil through day and night, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath like a precious rhythm.

She clung to the feel of his warmth beneath the covers.

The sound of his heartbeat, steady yet fragile.

But his eyes never opened.

It was as if he was stuck in some limbo—caught between life and death.

There were times when fear crept in.

When she doubted whether their efforts had truly saved him.

But she refused to give up.

Then—on that seventh day—something happened.

As she sat beside him once more, her hand gently resting on his, she noticed a flicker.

A subtle twitch.

His eyelids—closed for so long—began to flutter.

Barely. Softly.

Kouhei’s body stirred.

He fought to lift his eyelids, but they felt like iron gates.

Heavy. Resistant.

It was as though his soul had been trapped for centuries in a place without light—and now, it was finally clawing its way back to the surface.

It was agonizingly slow.

But real.

"Ah!"

A sudden gasp broke the silence, followed by the screech of a chair being shoved backward with enough force to hit the floor.

He finally managed to peel open his eyes—just enough to see a blur at first.

And then... her.

Hina.

Standing in front of him, her hands trembling as they covered her mouth. Her eyes wide, glistening with tears, overflowing with disbelief and emotion.

"Hina-san...?"

His voice was hoarse—dry like sandpaper scraping his throat—but the words came out.

And Hina heard them.

That was all it took.

Something inside her cracked open.

She rushed toward him, wrapping her arms tightly around him as if she never wanted to let go again.

And then she cried.

Cried harder than she ever had before, her tears soaking into his chest as she held him like he’d vanish again the moment she let go.

The sounds of her sobs echoed down the hall.

Within moments, the door burst open.

Aria. Misuzu. Nagisa. Even Kozue.

One after another, they came rushing inside, eyes wide with disbelief, expressions melting into pure emotion when they saw what Hina was holding.

Kouhei.

Awake.

Breathing.

Alive.

"Kouhei-kun!"

"Kouhei-sama!"

"Kou-kun!"

All three of them called his name with unrestrained joy, tears streaming down their faces as they rushed to his side.

Kouhei looked at them, blinking away the haze in his eyes.

And then... he smiled.

That gentle, familiar smile.

The one they thought they might never see again.

"Nice to see you again, everyone."

It was real.

That voice.

That presence.

It was truly him.

Kouhei was finally back.

The girls couldn’t hold back any longer.

They threw themselves at him, arms around his body, tears flowing freely as their sobs filled the room.

In that moment, nothing else mattered.

He was here.

He was real.

Even Kozue, who hadn’t moved from her spot, let out a quiet breath of relief—her posture softening ever so slightly.

"Thank you for worrying about me, everyone," Kouhei said, his smile filled with gentle warmth.

He had returned.

And for the first time in a long while, the light in the room felt real again.

But then... his expression changed.

He noticed something was off.

Someone was missing.

The person who would’ve been the first to rush in—faster than anyone else.

The one whose voice would’ve cried out his name louder than the rest.

"Where is Yuuna-san?" he asked.

Immediately, the air shifted.

All of them fell silent.

Their smiles faded.

The joy drained from their eyes like the warmth of a fire extinguished by a storm.

They didn’t have to answer.

In that silence... Kouhei understood.

And as he looked around the room, his smile vanished.

Replaced by a hard, solemn expression.

Eyes filled with clarity.

And dread.

***

"So... Yuuna-san went back to Hell... and chose to go with her brother?" Kouhei asked, his voice carrying a stillness that seemed to shake the air more than a shout ever could.

He was seated now, wrapped in more comfortable clothes that draped loosely over his recovering frame.

The silence in the room felt heavy—dense like fog—and every eye was on him.

"Yes," Hina responded quietly. "She did it to... protect you."

Kouhei didn’t speak for a moment.

He simply let her words hang there—unmoving, like a memory etched into stone.

Then, with a slight shake of his head and a deeper breath, he corrected her.

"No," he said calmly, yet firmly. "I don’t think she did it just to protect me."

He slowly turned to look around him.

One by one, his gaze moved over each member of the Yuuna Faction.

Every pair of eyes met his.

And in that moment, they could all feel it—something... was different.

His presence—his aura—was no longer the same as the Kouhei they had once known.

It was stronger. Heavier. More commanding.

Like he had returned not only from death, but from something beyond it.

There was a storm surrounding him now—one that didn’t need thunder or lightning to make itself known. It simply was, pulsing around him like a living force.

It felt like a terrifying, seamless fusion.

The seductive and dangerous energy of a Succubus,The cold and aristocratic dominance of a Vampire,The cursed servitude of a Demon Servant,The wild, unrestrained force of an Oni.

All of it clashed within him—and yet, it didn’t feel chaotic.

It was balanced. Unified.

And then there was something else... something deeper.

A haunting pressure that coiled around the others like smoke—intoxicating, suffocating, and magnetic.

The aura of the Fallen Angel.

It was as if the essence of Hina, Yuuna, Aria, and Nagisa had been burned into his soul, fusing with him. Each part of them left a mark on him—and now, their power danced beneath his skin.

Their auras... were no longer separate.

They were his.

And yet, buried beneath all of them was something unfamiliar. Something ancient and terrifying.

A new core.

A void that felt like it could pull the world into it if they weren’t careful.

Even the way Kouhei stood had changed.

His posture was still, but not hesitant—every movement felt deliberate, his tone more grounded and more assured.

"Yuuna-san sacrificed herself," he began, his words calm but seething with buried intensity, "for all of our sake. Because if we had gone to war at that moment... it would’ve been a massacre."

He clenched his fists slowly.

"The blow would’ve shattered us."

He took a step forward, and everyone felt it—like the ground shifted, even though nothing physically moved.

"So now... I want to ask all of you," he said, his voice deepening slightly, the weight of the request pressing on every heart in the room. "Help me bring her back."

His eyes, once gentle and clear, now shimmered with a sharper glint.

They still looked like ordinary black from afar... but if someone dared to move closer—close enough for their breath to touch his cheek—they would see it.

Dark red.

A subtle gleam that danced at the edges of his pupils.

The color of rage. Of pain. Of a love buried under blood and sacrifice.

It wasn’t just his body that had returned.

His soul had changed.

He turned fully to face the others, the gravity in his stance undeniable.

"For now... I want to lead the Yuuna Faction," Kouhei declared, his voice unwavering, resonating deep within their chests. "So I can bring Yuuna-san back from her brother."

His words were not a request.

They were a declaration.

A vow.

There was a beat of silence.

Tension thick enough to cut with a blade.

Everyone exchanged glances—faces uncertain at first—but the hesitation didn’t last long.

They all turned their eyes to Hina.

And Hina, whose heart had never once left Kouhei’s side, already knew the answer.

She didn’t need to ask.

She didn’t need to speak.

Because in that moment, all of them could feel it.

He was the only one who could save her.

He was the only one who could carry them forward.

And so... Hina stepped forward.

She looked at him.

Then, with quiet resolution, she nodded.

A single motion—yet filled with absolute trust.

With that, the room grew still once more.

The war wasn’t over.

But its tides had just begun to turn.

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