I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 112: Dance With Chaos
Crimson-red nails erupted into existence, their jagged forms slicing through the air as Yuuna's voice boomed, "Crimson Dance." Each nail was a monstrous 10 feet in length, gleaming with a deadly, bloodlust-fueled energy. Their edges shimmered, wickedly sharp, promising destruction to anything unfortunate enough to stand in their path.
Yuuna raised her hand high, her body trembling under the strain of casting such a powerful spell for the third time. With a swift, deliberate motion, she brought her hand down. The nails followed her command, descending with terrifying speed like crimson meteors, their sheer force tearing through the atmosphere with a deafening shriek.
"Ugh…! I can't hold it much longer!" Nagisa cried out, her voice cracking under the immense strain. Her arms trembled violently as she gripped the centipede's grotesque head, her fingers digging into its slimy, pulsating surface. Her feet, once planted firmly on the ground, began to slide as the beast thrashed and roared. Sweat poured down her face, mixing with the dirt and blood splattered across her skin.
"Me… too…!" Kozue's voice echoed her desperation, her barrier cracking audibly as if shattering glass. The light of her shield flickered, the fractures spreading like a spiderweb. Her arms burned, the mana draining her dry as the barrier inched closer to collapsing entirely.
Yuuna's nails were mere moments from impact, their descent creating shockwaves that rattled the ground beneath them. But before they could strike, Nagisa and Kozue's strength finally gave out.
The barrier exploded into a shower of golden shards, vanishing as the centipede lunged forward with unrestrained fury. Nagisa, unable to hold on, was flung into the air like a ragdoll. Her body collided with a nearby building, the impact shaking its very foundation as chunks of brick and wood crumbled around her.
"Kuwraaaaaaaaak!"
The Demonic Centipede shrieked in rage, its grotesque form writhing as it prepared to charge straight at Yuuna. Its multiple legs clawed at the ground, creating deep gouges in the earth. The air reeked of decay and sulfur, its monstrous presence suffocating.
But just as it lunged, the crimson nails struck. The first nail hit its armored body with a thunderous crash, sparks flying as the beast's nearly impenetrable scales resisted the blow. Yet, other nails found their mark, tearing through its softer underbelly. Black ichor erupted from the wounds, splattering the ground in thick, steaming pools.
"Braaaawwwwkkkk!"
The beast screamed in agony, thrashing violently as it fought against the pain. Its enormous body coiled and uncoiled, smashing into nearby structures as if refusing to die out of sheer spite. Its ichor sizzled where it touched the ground, the acidic liquid eating away at anything it touched.
Yuuna staggered, her mana reserves nearly depleted. Her legs wobbled, and her vision blurred from exhaustion. "Hina!" she called, her voice trembling but resolute.
Without hesitation, Hina stepped forward. Darkness spiraled around her palm, an ominous, pulsating mass that seemed to consume the very light around it. Her expression was fierce, her steps steady as she approached the wounded centipede.
She reached the exposed flesh where the scales had been torn away by Yuuna's nails. Her hand pressed firmly against the raw, slimy surface, the black mass in her palm surging with raw energy.
"Disappear," Hina hissed, her voice low and venomous.
The darkness exploded outward, enveloping the centipede in an all-consuming void. The force of the spell sucked everything inward like a black hole, bending the air with its power. The silence was deafening, a chilling contrast to the chaos that had filled the battlefield moments before.
When the darkness faded, Hina stood alone, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Behind her lay the headless corpse of the Demonic Centipede, its massive body sprawled lifeless and oozing ichor that hissed and bubbled on the ground.
It was over. Yuuna let out a shaky sigh, relief washing over her, but her body gave out, and she collapsed to her knees.
"President!" Kozue rushed to her side, worry etched across her face as she knelt beside her.
"I'm fine," Yuuna said weakly, a faint smile on her lips. "Just… exhausted. My mana's almost gone."
She closed her eyes for a moment, steadying her breathing. "But we still have work to do."
The battlefield was littered with destruction, injured mortals crying out in pain. Their memories would need to be erased, their wounds healed, and the corpse of the centipede disposed of. The sheer scale of the cleanup was overwhelming.
But as Yuuna's gaze drifted toward the horizon, her heart clenched with dread. Kouhei was still in danger. Every second they spent here could mean his life slipping away.
"President," Hina said, her voice cutting through the heavy atmosphere.
Yuuna turned to her. "Hina?"
"I'm going back," Hina said firmly.
Yuuna's brow furrowed. "But—"
"I'm worried about Kouhei too," Hina interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I can't stay here. I need to make sure he's safe."
Hina's determination was unmistakable. Her concern for Kouhei mirrored Yuuna's, and she couldn't afford to waste any more time.
"M-Me too..." Nagisa stammered, her body trembling as she dragged herself from the wreckage where she had been thrown. Her clothes were torn, soaked with blood and dirt, and her skin was littered with scrapes and bruises. One hand clutched her stomach, where blood seeped between her fingers, staining them a dark red. Her left eye remained shut, a mix of tears and sweat running down her face as she winced in agony. "I... I want to go back for Kou-kun too."
"You're hurt, Nagisa," Yuuna said firmly, stepping closer to her. Her voice carried a mix of concern and authority. "You can't go back there right now. Wait for Yumi—she should be back soon after healing the mortals who were injured."
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"But..." Nagisa's voice cracked, her expression one of desperation. "The longer I wait, the more I worry about Kou-kun's safety." Her grip tightened on her wound as if the pain in her body mirrored the ache in her heart.
Yuuna's shoulders sagged slightly, her exhaustion evident, but her tone remained steady. "I'm worried about him too," she admitted. "But I can't leave now. There's too much I'm responsible for here."
As the leader of their group and ruler of this territory, Yuuna carried the weight of every decision on her shoulders. Every casualty, every wound, every broken structure fell under her jurisdiction. Abandoning her post now wasn't an option.
"You're injured, Nagisa," Yuuna continued, her tone softening but still resolute. "You can't go with Hina. Not like this."
While the conversation grew heavier, Kozue sighed audibly, stepping forward.
"I'm going as well," Kozue declared, her voice cutting through the tension. Her gaze was steady, her resolve unshakable. "It looks like it's up to me. Nagisa-san's too injured, and the President doesn't have enough mana left. That means I'm the only one who can go. Besides..." Her voice faltered for a moment before she continued. "Even I don't want anything to happen to Okumura-kun."
Though Kozue had her share of grievances with Kouhei—feelings she couldn't fully articulate—she didn't hate him enough to wish him harm. In fact, she was more worried about him than she wanted to admit.
"Thank you, Kozue," Yuuna said, offering her a tired but genuine smile. She could see the tension in Kozue's expression, the internal battle she fought to make this decision. Yuuna knew why Kozue harbored resentment toward Kouhei, but the fact that she was still willing to help touched her deeply.
With that, Kozue and Hina prepared to leave, the weight of the mission resting on their shoulders as they set out to rescue Kouhei.
***
Back at the Saonji Mansion.
Aria's sword danced through the air, its blade slicing cleanly through the onslaught of arrows. The metallic clang of steel meeting wood echoed through the hall, and the ground around her was littered with hundreds of broken arrow shafts. Her movements were precise, almost surgical, as she deflected the projectiles meant for Kouhei.
But the strain was beginning to show. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, and her arms trembled under the relentless assault. An arrow had managed to slip past her defenses, its sharp point buried deep in her shoulder. She had snapped off the shaft, but blood poured from the wound, staining her uniform a deep crimson.
Kouhei stood behind her, his fists clenched and his jaw tight. His heart pounded against his ribcage, the reality of their situation bearing down on him. He couldn't move. And he couldn't act. Every step he might take felt like a gamble with death. But standing there, doing nothing, wasn't an option either.
If he didn't act, they would both die.
"Aria-san," Kouhei called out, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. "Can you give me any information about the attacker?"
His mind raced, desperate to form a plan. Information was his only weapon right now, and he needed to understand their enemy to have any chance of survival.
