I Took A Succubus's First Time
Chapter 293 - 293: Mating like this is just part of their nature

Yuuna was being slowly, carefully dressed in an elaborate wedding gown by a group of maids moving with practiced grace.

They were all from the Sarushima Household—

They were all demon servants, which were loyal, silent, and obedient—and right now, their focus was entirely on preparing her for the ceremony that would take place tonight.

Tonight, under the eyes of powerful beings, every high-ranking devil lord would gather. Among them, Yuuna's own father would stand as a guest of honor—to witness not just his daughter's wedding, but his son's as well.

Yes, that's right.

The ones getting married... were the siblings themselves.

The Great House of Sarushima clung to a dark tradition and a belief in the sanctity of pure bloodlines. To ensure the preservation of their lineage, incestuous unions were not just accepted but revered. Cousins, siblings, even parents and their own children... all were bound in ceremonial vows in the name of noble vampire purity.

"You look radiant in it, Yuuna-sama. I'm sure Souichiro-sama will be absolutely delighted," one of the maids said softly, adjusting the hem with delicate fingers.

Yuuna turned her head and offered the maid a faint smile.

Though she found herself in a situation she despised—one that made her skin crawl—this particular woman wasn't to blame.

She was only a servant, doing as commanded. Lashing out at her would serve no purpose and solve nothing.

"Thank you," Yuuna replied gently, her voice calm despite the coldness welling inside her chest.

With the final adjustments complete, the maids gracefully stepped away, giving Yuuna room to stand and face the tall, ornate mirror that dominated the room.

She took a quiet breath and turned slowly, the fabric of the dress rustling like whispering silk as she twirled in front of the mirror.

The gown itself was breathtaking.

It was elegantly crafted with silver embroidery woven into flowing white satin.

It hugged her form perfectly, tracing the delicate curves of her body and enhancing the ethereal beauty that she was born with.

It should have been a moment of pride or joy.

But instead, it felt suffocating.

A weight pressing down on her chest.

It was such a tragedy that she was wearing this masterpiece for Souichiro.

Because of that, the smile on her face wasn't real. It wasn't joy, or love, or excitement. It was the same practiced, empty smile she had worn countless times before.

A smile she had been trained to display.

Polished. Hollow. Unfeeling.

Yes, it looked like a smile—but it wasn't one.

It was the exact same expression she wore in the past, back when her emotions were locked away.

Back when she had been shaped into a woman who knew no emotion other than grace, poise, and silence.

She had been taught to smile no matter the situation—smile when hurt, smile when humiliated, smile even when everything inside was breaking.

And now, that same expression had returned to her face.

But this smile… this one was nothing like the smile she showed when she was with Kouhei.

'If only it were Kouhei-kun I was putting this dress on for…' she thought silently, a flicker of pain rising in her chest.

Right then, the silence was shattered by the creak of the heavy door opening.

Yuuna didn't need to look to know who had entered.

Of course, it was him—Souichiro.

"Yuuna…! My beloved sister…!" he exclaimed with twisted delight. "You look absolutely stunning in that dress!" he said, his lips curling into a devilish smirk. "I can already picture it—us walking down that grand aisle, with the most powerful devils of all realms cheering for us, celebrating the unification of the next two heirs to the Great House of Sarushima!"

Yuuna remained composed, barely even reacting.

"I seem to recall there's a superstition that says it's bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding," she said coolly, her tone neutral. "Especially for the groom to see the bride in her wedding dress. Are you sure you want to barge in like this?"

"You actually believe in that kind of nonsense humans spout?" Souichiro scoffed, looking at her like she was a joke. "Then again, I suppose it makes sense. You've been tainted—too influenced by that pathetic man. Though I'm sure he hasn't touched you yet," he sneered, reaching out and brushing his fingers slowly along her cheek. "There's no way someone as weak as him would dare to touch you. I can excuse you having a fling before our marriage, but don't get any foolish ideas. I won't let him take your first time."

His eyes narrowed.

He watched her intently, scanning for any hint of fear, any flicker of emotion that would betray her composure.

But Yuuna didn't flinch. She didn't move. She looked straight ahead, like he wasn't even there.

She wasn't afraid of him.

Not anymore.

Thankfully, Kouhei had touched her.

He had been her first.

But if Souichiro discovered that truth during the honeymoon… he would be furious. He would lose all control.

He took pleasure in causing her pain. And there was nothing he looked forward to more than hurting her—than ripping her apart, defiling her, making her bleed, cry, and scream through her first time.

"I'm truly looking forward to tonight," Souichiro said darkly. "But the part I'm most excited for… is the honeymoon."

And with a twisted smirk, he turned and walked out, the door clicking softly behind him.

Yuuna stood still in the silence that followed.

She already knew she'd be in unimaginable pain tonight.

But right now, there was nothing else she could do except continue to wear that same gentle smile.

She looked at her reflection once more, and that smile—graceful, calm, emotionless—remained on her lips.

It was the same smile she'd always worn.

Even when her heart was hollow.

Even when everything inside her was quietly dying.

But after a while, her vision began to blur.

And tears started streaming down her cheeks, silently and uncontrollably.

The maids saw it. They stood there, witnessing the way the tears rolled down her pale skin.

She looked like she was about to break completely.

But still, that elegant smile clung stubbornly to her lips.

No matter how much she tried to bury everything inside her, no matter how hard she fought to hold it all back—

There was no escaping the weight of her own heart.

***

Kouhei was in Hell.

It was his first time stepping foot in this realm.

Back when he was still human, it was impossible for him to come here—the mana blanketing the entire region would've killed him instantly. But now that his body had changed, evolved beyond its old limits, the mana swirling through the air didn't damage him at all.

At the moment, they were walking through a part of Hell that was oddly... scenic.

Along the roadsides, he saw countless men and women engaged in orgies, completely lost in the act. Moaning, grinding, fucking in full view like it was as normal as breathing. And judging by the way they were going at it, they were clearly enjoying themselves.

"Don't stare too much, Kouhei," Hina said, casually stepping beside him. "They're succubi and incubi. Mating like this is just part of their nature—it's how they live."

Hina was a succubus herself, but not just any ordinary one. She was a primordial succubus—one of the very first, and by technicality, the ancestor of all these lustful beings scattered throughout this domain.

All members of the Yuuna Faction, currently named Kouhei Faction, were currently heading toward the castle of the succubi—where the reigning queen, Silica, awaited their arrival.

After walking a while longer, they finally reached it.

The castle towered in front of them, pitch black and massive. Guarding the entrance and patrolling its perimeters were succubi and incubi alike—none of them wearing anything to cover their privates. Their bodies were fully on display, as if shame didn't exist here.

Fortunately, Kouhei had already been surrounded by girls far more captivating than this, so he didn't bother giving them a second glance.

Silica stood at the grand steps of the castle, welcoming them with a bright smile on her face.

"Welcome back, Hina-sama!" she said eagerly, bowing. "I-Is this... all of the Kouhei Faction?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she glanced over the gathered group.

There were... fewer people than she had expected.

Alongside the Kouhei Faction were also a few members of the other factions affiliated with them—like Misuzu's driver, who had also tagged along.

And then, standing tall and composed, the Amemiya Faction had arrived as well, led by Kyouka herself.

"Yes. But don't worry, the Yuki Clan will also be arriving shortly," Hina responded calmly. "Now, what about the army? All I've seen so far are succubi in the middle of orgies."

"W-Well, those were only the current generation…" Silica explained nervously. "B-But I have prepared the army as you requested, Hina-sama. Please, come with me. I'll take you to them now."

With that, Silica turned and led the group through the castle grounds toward the training field.

After a few minutes of walking, they arrived.

"This... this is our army," Silica announced, gesturing out toward the vast horizon.

Hina's gaze swept over the expanse.

What met her eyes was a force of hundreds of thousands—succubi, and incubi, all armored and armed, standing in disciplined rows as far as the eye could see.

They were ready.

The war was no longer something that was merely coming.

It was already here. And it was coming fast.