I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 283: My power

Chapter 283: My power

Kouhei’s preparations were coming along steadily—almost too well, considering the stakes.

He had successfully brought Kyouka over to his side, her unwavering presence a solid addition to his growing support. Masaki, too, had pledged her loyalty without hesitation.

And Chihiro had already been informed about everything.

Now, the only uncertainty that lingered was whether she would actually join them in the end. But honestly, even if she chose not to come along, it wouldn’t derail his plans that much. Her presence would’ve been a bonus—not a necessity. freёnovelkiss.com

“It’s my first time in Antarctica,” Kouhei muttered, glancing around at the desolate, icy expanse that stretched endlessly in every direction. “Damn, it’s really cold out here. I don’t think I’ve ever had to wear this many clothes in my life.”

The frigid wind howled against his thick layers, biting through even the thermal gear wrapped tightly around him.

Right now, he was standing in the coldest region on the planet.

Beside him was Misuzu, silent and stiff.

They were both en route to the stronghold of the Yuki Clan—Misuzu’s former family, the very people who had exiled her, abandoned her as if she were garbage the moment she had shown weakness.

The head of that same clan now was Yuki Momoko—undeniably the most powerful among them. It was her strength that had earned her the seat of power.

“Are you really okay with this, Misuzu-san?” Kouhei asked quietly, glancing sideways at her. “You know… you can still back out if you want to.”

Misuzu had once been discarded by this very clan—left to fend for herself, left to die because they saw no value in her.

Stepping back into this frozen hellhole must’ve been like walking into a nightmare, a past laced with betrayal and pain breathing down her neck.

And to make things worse, Momoko had once sold out Yuuna and the others during their mission to revive Kouhei. She had tipped off Souichiro, exposing their whereabouts without remorse.

That alone was enough for Misuzu to consider her younger sister an enemy.

But even now, Kouhei saw potential in Momoko. He didn’t want to turn her away.

She might’ve betrayed the others, yes—but it had been done out of personal spite. She had never truly aligned herself with Souichiro’s side. Not once had she declared loyalty to him.

Which meant—at least for Kouhei—Momoko was neither a friend nor an enemy. She was… undecided.

He had formally requested a teleportation to the Yuki Clan’s current estate, nestled deep in the frozen wilds of Antarctica. Surprisingly, the clan had allowed it. They didn’t just let Kouhei through—they even gave Misuzu, the outcast, permission to return with him via the teleportation circle.

Now, Kouhei and Misuzu were seated in a waiting room—an elegant yet icy space, cold both in temperature and atmosphere—as they awaited their audience with the current head of the household, Yuki Momoko.

“Well… I still have a few nerves,” Misuzu admitted softly, forcing a smile, though her lips quivered slightly. “But I think I’ll manage.”

Despite her words, her body betrayed her unease.

She was visibly trembling—not just from the chill, but from the heavy, suffocating pressure of being back in a place that had once destroyed her.

Kouhei gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

That simple touch was all he could offer for now.

Some time passed before a sharp knock broke the silence.

“Our head wants to meet you now,” came a firm voice from the other side of the door.

With that, Kouhei and Misuzu rose to their feet and made their way through the icy corridors of the clan’s manor toward the grand hall.

There, sitting at the far end beneath a towering structure of pillars, was Yuki Momoko.

She sat with her legs crossed, one arm draped over the side of her throne, a crystal wine glass in hand. She swirled the dark liquid lazily as she watched them approach, a smirk already blooming on her face.

“Hohooo~…” she exhaled with a sultry laugh, her voice smooth like velvet. Her smile widened as her gaze settled on Misuzu. “I didn’t expect you to come back, nee-sama. I figured this place would be far too much for someone like you. So seeing you here in person… what a delightful surprise. Honestly, I’m shocked.”

She spoke with mock sincerity, her attention glued entirely to Misuzu as if Kouhei didn’t even exist in the same room.

To her, he wasn’t worth acknowledging. He was beneath her.

“Right. But I didn’t come back here just to return to this place,” Misuzu responded firmly. “You already know that much, Momoko-sama.”

“Momoko-sama?” Momoko repeated, clearly amused. “Come on now, just call me Momoko. I mean, you are my big sister, aren’t you? There’s no need for such stiff formalities between us.”

“I think it would be inappropriate for someone who now holds a lower position in another faction to address you so casually, Momoko-sama,” Misuzu replied, her voice calm but sharp as ice.

“But I do insist,” Momoko said with narrowed eyes, her tone darkening, her smile twisting.

“And I insist on keeping it formal. So I’ll stick with ‘Momoko-sama,'” Misuzu said, unmoved.

A vein pulsed visibly on Momoko’s temple as she stared at her sister, her smirk fading into a glare.

Kouhei quietly observed the exchange, taking in the tension that was practically crackling in the air.

“Ugh. Alright, I guess I really can’t sway you, nee-sama,” Momoko said with a dramatic sigh. “Now then… why don’t you go ahead and state your business here?”

Misuzu turned to Kouhei, who stepped forward calmly, his expression unreadable.

“If I may speak, Momoko-san,” he began.

The moment the word left his mouth, Momoko’s expression changed.

Her eyes turned razor-sharp, and with a flick of her fingers, a deadly surge of ice magic erupted from her hand. The blast tore through the air with vicious force—sharp enough to kill.

But Kouhei didn’t flinch. He didn’t so much as blink. He stood his ground and let the icy wind tear past his cheek, the chill biting against his skin but leaving him unmoved.

“How dare you speak to me, you fucking lowlife?!” she snarled. “How dare you step forward and address me with a ‘san’ instead of ‘sama,’ huh?!”

“I think I was already being respectful enough by using ‘san,'” Kouhei replied coolly, unshaken. “Especially since you haven’t shown me the slightest bit of respect yourself. Respect should be mutual, don’t you think? But clearly, you’re not interested in that. Still, I gave you the courtesy, regardless.”

“Who the hell even are you?! Are you trying to piss me off on purpose?! You must be insane to come here expecting me to show you respect when you’re nothing more than a lowlife!”

It was clear Kouhei had pushed all the right buttons.

She was furious—and things were on the verge of spiraling out of control.

But Kouhei couldn’t allow himself to back down. He had to stand firm.

He was now the leader of what had once been Yuuna’s Faction—now renamed under his own banner.

And if the head of the Yuki Clan could disregard him so easily in front of others, then everyone else would see him as a joke.

That was something he simply couldn’t afford.

Because if they didn’t take him seriously…

Then not even Souichiro would.

“I’m the leader of the Kouhei Faction,” Kouhei said calmly. “And Misuzu-san, standing with me right here, is someone who belongs to my faction.”

The moment those words left his mouth, Momoko’s eyes widened noticeably.

“Ah… so you’re the Child of Anti-Prophecy,” she said, her smirk deepening as a glint sparked in her gaze. “Now I see… So you’re the one Yuuna and the others went through hell to bring back. They tried so hard, but in the end, they lost someone instead. That was you, huh?”

“Well, it was no thanks to you,” Kouhei replied without flinching.

Her smile vanished instantly, her eyes narrowing into something colder. “You’re really trying to piss me off, aren’t you?”

“I’m not, Momoko-san,” Kouhei said evenly. “I’m just stating the facts. And why would I go out of my way to piss you off when I’m actually here to ask for your help?”

“Help? With what, exactly?”

“With the fact that Yuuna is currently imprisoned. I want to help her,” he answered.

The moment the words left his lips, Momoko threw her head back and let out a laugh—sharp, mocking, and edged with disbelief.

“Fuhahahahah! You seriously think I’d help you in your little war against Souichiro? Please, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“I’m not asking you to do it for free, Momoko-san,” Kouhei said firmly.

“Huh? And what exactly do you think you can offer me as payment?” she asked, raising a brow, fully expecting his answer to be something laughable.

Momoko assumed there was no way this man could possibly provide anything that would benefit her. Nothing that would ever be worth the risk.

But then, Kouhei spoke again—just two simple words.

“My power.”

And that—those words—hit her like a slap across the face.

Enough to make her freeze.

Enough to make her reconsider everything.

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