I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 108: Souichiro’s Attack
Explosions of magical energy ripped through the town, each detonation roaring like thunder and shaking the very air. The vibrations rolled through the earth, making walls tremble and glass shatter.
The booming blasts reverberated in every direction. Chunks of debris fell, dust swirling thickly in the air, choking and blinding anyone nearby. Those who saw the destruction didn't wait to understand—they fled, their feet pounding against the pavement in desperate attempts to escape. Fear clung to the atmosphere like a suffocating blanket.
"Mortals… such dull, pathetic creatures," a man's voice growled.
The figure stood amidst the chaos, his fiery red hair and smoldering crimson eyes glowing ominously. Each hand pulsed with an unnatural, crackling energy that seemed almost alive, coiling and snapping like a beast barely restrained. Without hesitation, he hurled the condensed magic outward, and the resulting explosion lit up the street like a second sun.
BOOM!
The ground ruptured, a crater yawning open where the spell hit. The shockwave blasted out in all directions, hurling shattered glass and debris like shrapnel. People screamed as they ran, their voices raw with terror, their bodies trembling as their lives flashed before their eyes.
The man smirked, his expression a twisted mask of sadistic delight. Watching these ants scurry was ecstasy. Their fear, their helplessness—it was like a drug coursing through his veins.
Amidst the chaos, his sharp eyes caught sight of a young boy in the middle of the street. The child sat on the pavement, tears streaming down his face, his cries piercing through the mayhem. The sight stopped the man in his tracks. His heart raced—not with empathy, but with an unholy glee. Seeing that raw vulnerability, that utter despair, it made him feel alive.
And then he saw her.
A woman burst onto the scene, her face pale with fear but determined. She sprinted toward the boy, her arms outstretched, her maternal instinct driving her forward through the chaos. The boy's tear-streaked face lit up with relief at the sight of her, his cries softening.
The man's grin widened. This… this was too perfect.
What to do? Should he reduce the boy to nothing but blood and ash and revel in the mother's wails of agony? Or should he obliterate her and watch the boy shatter into pieces? Either option promised a feast of despair, each outcome dripping with raw, delicious suffering.
"Oh, fuck it," he muttered, shrugging as magic swirled ominously around his hands.
With a sharp flick, he launched a bolt of destructive energy directly at the woman. The air seemed to ripple in its wake, the oppressive weight of the magic pressing down on everything. He could already picture it—the boy's scream, the woman's body torn apart, the sweet symphony of despair echoing through the street.
But then, something unexpected happened.
CLANG!
A barrier of shimmering energy appeared in the spell's path, neutralizing it with a crackling hiss.
"What the fuck!?" the man roared, spinning to find the source of the interference.
"You're going overboard, Natsuya," a calm, sharp voice called out. A woman stepped forward, her figure illuminated by the lingering sparks of magic. Her expression was cold and unimpressed, her posture exuding control.
"You fucking bitch," the man, who had the name Natsuya, snarled, his eyes blazing. "Do you even know how close I was!?"
"Souichiro-sama gave us free rein to cause destruction, not slaughter," she replied, her tone level but laced with warning. "Killing mortals would complicate things. We need them alive to fight against the angels."
Natsuya's lips curled into a sneer. "They're fucking ants! Livestock! There's no shortage of them. And Souichiro said destroy everything. Everything. That includes these useless mortals. I'll kill whoever the fuck I want, and if you get in my way again, I'll fucking kill you too."
The woman didn't flinch. She simply shrugged, her indifference cutting deeper than any retort.
Natsuya turned back toward the street, his eyes scanning for the mother and child. But they were gone.
"What the fuck!? Where are they!?" he barked, his rage boiling over.
"They must've escaped," the woman said, her voice devoid of concern.
"This is your fault!"
"No," she replied smoothly. "It's yours. You're the one who got distracted."
Natsuya's jaw tightened, his teeth grinding audibly. With an enraged snarl, he launched himself into the air, leaving the scene behind in a fiery blur.
The woman watched him disappear into the distance, letting out a long, exasperated sigh.
"Masaki," a voice, smooth yet commanding, resonated from behind her, slicing through the air like a blade.
"Souichiro-sama," she answered immediately, her posture snapping into a perfect bow, the practiced motion exuding reverence.
"Yuuna and her subordinates—have they arrived yet?"
"We haven't detected their presence yet, Souichiro-sama," she replied evenly.
"Yuuna," he muttered, glancing at the polished face of the watch adorning his wrist. The sleek, metallic surface reflected the chaos around them, his red eyes narrowing with a spark of irritation. "Taking her sweet time as always. I even went out of my way to set up a surprise for her—something truly grand—and she doesn't even bother to grace me with her presence. That little sister of mine is always such a handful."
His gaze shifted, locking onto the scene of devastation before them. Buildings crumbled under the weight of unseen forces, and thick plumes of dust rose like specters, swirling under the blood-red sky. Screams echoed in the distance, blending with the unsettling crackle of collapsing structures. Souichiro's lips curved into a cruel smile, his amusement simmering just beneath the surface.
"What will become of your precious territory, Yuuna, if you don't hurry?" he mused aloud, his voice dripping with mockery as if the chaos were nothing more than a performance staged for his entertainment. He stretched his arms theatrically, as though addressing an invisible audience. "Come out, my dear little sister, and play hero~ Protect your precious mortals~"
There was a sadistic glee in his voice, each word laced with venomous delight. Masaki, standing beside him, watched with cold detachment, her gaze sharp but void of the twisted joy Souichiro so openly displayed.
Souichiro wasn't here out of familial duty or obligation. The true purpose of his visit was far simpler, far crueler: to toy with Yuuna. Their father had tasked him with confirming whether the so-called "Child of Anti-Prophecy" Yuuna spoke of truly existed. But that wasn't why he came. That was nothing more than a convenient excuse. For Souichiro, this was just another opportunity to toy with his sister.
Masaki glanced at him from the corner of her eye, struggling to decipher his intentions. Was he simply indulging in his usual sadism, or was this some twisted form of affection? She couldn't tell. Souichiro and Yuuna were engaged to be married, a fact that still felt surreal despite the norms of their noble vampire lineage. Sibling marriages were a tradition among the Sarushima family, a practice meant to keep their bloodline pure.
It was a fucked-up custom, no matter how elegantly they dressed it up. Centuries of incestuous unions had ensured the purity of the Sarushima bloodline, a legacy as pristine as it was monstrous. Outsiders were not welcome in their lineage. Those who dared stray faced brutal consequences. Anyone who dared step outside the family for love or lust faced harsh punishment, either executed without mercy or stripped of the prestigious Sarushima name.
As Masaki's thoughts lingered on the strangeness of it all, Souichiro spoke again, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "I can feel her presence drawing closer. Yuuna will be here soon." A wicked smirk spread across his face, his crimson eyes gleaming with unrestrained malice. "But while she's busy rushing here, you have a task, Masaki."
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Her attention snapped fully to him, his words striking like a whip.
"Go to their base," he continued. "Find the Child of Anti-Prophecy and kill it. Yuuna wouldn't risk bringing it here out in the open. You never put your king on the front lines, after all. But the poor girl doesn't realize…" His smirk deepened, his voice dripping with venomous glee.
"She's already been checkmated."
He could barely contain his anticipation, a twisted grin curling his lips as he imagined Yuuna's reaction. The thought of her scrambling to counter his moves only fueled his amusement. Souichiro didn't buy into the ridiculous prophecy nonsense. The so-called "Child of Anti-Prophecy" was nothing more than an overblown myth, a convenient tale spun to stir hope, depending on who was telling it.
Souichiro wasn't falling for it. Even if she did have this so-called child, all he needed to do was weave a convincing lie—one that painted her as a fraud, desperate to reclaim her place in the family. And why wouldn't it work? No one with half a brain believed in that prophecy anyway. At least, he didn't.
"As you command, Souichiro-sama," Masaki said, bowing deeply. The rigid lines of her posture betrayed nothing of her thoughts.
She prepared to leap, muscles coiling like a spring as she crouched, ready to launch herself toward Yuuna's base.
"Ah, Masaki," Souichiro called out, his voice deceptively light but carrying an undercurrent of menace that stopped her mid-motion.
She froze, turning her head just enough to acknowledge him without breaking her bow.
"I don't like failure," he said, his tone slipping into something colder, sharper—like a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. "If you fail here… well, you know what happens, don't you?"
Masaki's eyes didn't waver, though the weight of his words settled heavily in the air between them. She nodded once, the movement curt and precise, before turning back.
With a powerful push, she launched herself off the ground, the air around her rippling from the force of her leap. She disappeared into the distance, leaving Souichiro behind, his sinister smirk lingering as he watched her go.
