I Took A Succubus's First Time
Chapter 294 - 294: Who will you be starting with?

They were going to attack tonight—right during Yuuna's wedding.

It was the perfect opening.

At that moment, the entire enemy front would be relaxed, their guard dropped in the warmth of celebration.

No one would expect a strike during such an occasion.

And that element of surprise was what made it ideal.

But it would be an act of pure stupidity to assume the Souichiro Faction would leave themselves completely vulnerable.

Charging in headfirst without structure or preparation—attacking blindly with nothing but courage—would be catastrophic.

It would spell an instant defeat for Kouhei and everyone who followed him.

They had to move with intent.

With calculation.

And for now, they still had twelve hours left.

Kouhei was soaking in a massive, stone-lined hot bath nestled deep inside the succubus castle.

"So… since Hina-san used to be the queen of this place, that means she must've bathed here before, huh?" he muttered to himself, eyes slowly scanning the wide chamber.

The bath was enormous, a grand circular pool resting in the center of the steamy room, bubbling with thick, rising vapor.

The water shimmered with a heat that felt intense just by looking at it—like it could boil flesh off the bone.

Well, maybe not quite that extreme. But close.

If he had still been human, it probably would've scalded him on contact.

He used to think Hell would be unbearable—a place of burning flames and dry air. But strangely, it wasn't. Not here.

For a normal human, yes—the sheer density of mana in the air would rip their body apart from the inside. But Kouhei wasn't normal anymore. Not even close.

Maybe that was why he wasn't flinching at the heat. Even as he slowly dipped himself into the steaming water, it didn't burn. It felt… soothing. Gentle. Comforting, even.

His mind, however, wasn't at ease.

He was grinding his thoughts, spinning his brain for anything.

All the current plans had already been discussed and laid out.

But he couldn't help but think deeper—exploring countermeasures, backup contingencies, worst-case scenarios.

He needed to prepare for everything.

If anything blew up in their faces, he had to have something ready.

Even before the battle started, Kouhei's mind was flooded with calculations and possibilities.

It wasn't a good sign.

Thinking this much before a war often brought misfortune.

Strategizing beyond necessity, obsessing over details—it could twist fate in unexpected ways.

But Kouhei didn't know that.

This was his first war.

The only experience he had came from fiction—games, anime, and fantasy stories.

He was a solid tactician, but the instincts of a true leader—someone who had tasted war and loss—weren't ingrained in him.

While he sat deep in thought, the heavy wooden door creaked open with a faint echo.

And then, Hina entered.

She stepped forward with quiet confidence, wrapped in nothing but a white towel that clung to her form.

The damp fabric hugged her body in all the right places, her soft curves pressing against it with just enough definition to reveal everything and nothing.

Her cleavage peeked out slightly at the top, teasing the eye.

She caught sight of Kouhei already sitting in the bath—and without a word, she walked toward him.

Her hips swayed gracefully as she approached, steam swirling around her like a slow-moving veil.

Once she reached the edge, she released her towel in one smooth, fluid motion.

The fabric slipped from her skin like silk, gliding down and pooling softly at her feet.

She was now completely exposed.

Kouhei's gaze locked onto her for a brief second—then quickly flicked away.

His throat tightened.

A flush of heat surged through his chest, rushing down into his core. It wasn't the bath. His body was responding on its own, growing hard without warning.

His member stiffened beneath the water, twitching with arousal.

The warmth flooding through him had nothing to do with the hot spring. It was her—Hina.

"Kouhei..." Hina said softly, lowering herself beside him and letting her body ease into the bathwater like a falling feather. "You're thinking too hard again. You really shouldn't, you know? You're going to wear yourself out."

"I know," Kouhei replied quietly, his tone laced with tension. "But considering I'm dragging you into something this dangerous, it's only natural I'd worry. I have to think of better strategies. Something safer…"

Hina leaned in, gently resting her head on his shoulder. Her wet hair clung to his skin.

"You don't have to take all the weight, you know?" she whispered. "Right now, we're doing this for Yuuna. We're trying to bring her back to lead our Faction again. We're her people. It's not just duty—it's our choice. If anything, we're the ones who should be feeling guilty for bringing you into this mess."

Kouhei's lips curved into a small, tired smile. Her words were kind, and oddly, they helped.

They looked at each other, their eyes meeting in the heavy steam.

The world around them seemed to melt away, the tension replaced by something magnetic—something pulling them closer and closer.

It felt impossible to resist. Their bodies leaned in, faces just inches apart…

Until the door burst open.

"Ah! I knew it! Hina, you...!" Nagisa's voice echoed sharply into the room as she stormed in, her body wrapped tightly in a towel that barely managed to cover her generous chest.

Her breasts strained against the fabric, threatening to spill out with every step.

Right behind her was Misuzu, also wearing a towel, her skin damp and glowing with soft heat.

Her curves moved with a kind of natural grace—effortlessly seductive.

And then Aria followed silently.

She, too, was dressed in only a towel, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene.

All three of them entered the bath area, half-clothed, beautiful, and clearly aware of what was going on.

"We were literally just talking about how you'd probably try to sneak off with Kou-kun first," Nagisa accused, pointing at Hina. "And we were right! You really tried to do this behind our backs!"

"Oh, Nagisa? I didn't expect you to be here," Hina replied with a calm, mischievous grin tugging at her lips. "And what do you mean 'behind your backs'? I don't think I planned anything behind your back… did I?"

"You were totally planning to have sex with Kouhei right here in the bath—just the two of you! Alone! Don't even deny it!" Nagisa huffed. "We all agreed we'd do it together tonight before the war. But you? You're trying to get a head start!"

They were planning to empower themselves using the Connective Love Link later tonight—timing it perfectly so that their bodies would surge with destructive power at the critical moment.

But it looked like Hina was already one step ahead. She wasn't waiting for the designated time. She was clearly aiming to indulge in the pleasure before any of that happened. That realization caught the other three completely off guard, their expressions tightening, and their eyes narrowing as they glared daggers at her.

"Fufufufu…~" Hina let out a soft, knowing laugh, her tone laced with playfulness and mischief. "I mean, certainly, doing it before the main event would be so much fun, right?"

"Mmmm…!" Nagisa puffed out her cheeks in frustration, the pout on her face making her look like an annoyed pufferfish.

Her entire body tensed with indignation.

Then, in a single motion, she let her towel fall to the floor, revealing her voluptuous, naked form without hesitation.

The air was thick with steam, and the heat traced every curve of her body as she confidently stepped into the bath, the water rippling around her bare thighs.

Without breaking eye contact, she slid into the water and positioned herself right at Kouhei's side, claiming the space with a huff.

"Ah…!"

Misuzu gasped quietly.

She had been just about to move toward Kouhei too, but Nagisa had beaten her to it.

That little head start gave her no time to react.

Biting her lip, Misuzu released a breath, then calmly unwrapped her own towel and let it slide off her body like silk.

Her breasts bounced slightly with the motion, and her skin glistened from the moisture in the air.

She moved into the bath with elegance and grace, walking toward the only spot left.

Directly in front of Kouhei.

Aria, meanwhile, had nowhere else to fit.

Her eyes silently scanned the situation.

After a brief pause, she moved with quiet determination, stepping behind Kouhei. She folded her knees carefully, sitting back on her legs in a graceful seiza position at the edge of the bath.

Then, without saying a word, she pulled Kouhei's head toward her lap and gently rested it there—soft thighs enveloping the back of his head like a pillow.

"Ahh, I think… that's actually even better…" Nagisa said, her gaze briefly flickering to how Aria had positioned herself. There was a trace of envy in her tone—but also admiration.

Kouhei could barely think straight now. His entire body was flushed. His heart was slamming against his chest like it wanted to break free.

His face was crimson.

And under the water, his cock was throbbing and completely hard, twitching with arousal that refused to be ignored.

He was surrounded.

Four beautiful, naked women pressing their smooth, bare bodies against him from all angles.

Their skin brushed his, their warmth seeping into him and overwhelming every one of his senses.

Each girl was blushing as well, faces tinged with red from embarrassment and desire, yet none of them pulled away.

Their scents. Their voices. Their softness. It was everywhere.

Right now, trying to think about battle plans? Countermeasures? Strategic responses for unexpected scenarios?

Impossible.

None of that shit mattered anymore.

Not when he was completely enveloped like this with his body drowning in feminine warmth, his thoughts crushed beneath waves of lust and desire.

The only thing dominating his brain now was the urge to have sex.

Not later.

Not after.

Now.

Fuck planning. Fuck the war. Fuck everything else.

Right now, all he wanted to do was fuck.

"So?" came the collective voices of the four girls. Their tones carried different flavors—teasing, playful, hungry, expectant. They leaned in closer, their wet bodies pressing more firmly against his, soft breasts rubbing his arms, thighs brushing against his legs. "Who will you be starting with?"

That question was the final nail in the coffin for his sanity.

With the heat from the bath, the touch of their skin, the pounding in his chest, and the ache in his cock—there was no room for hesitation.

His thoughts had dissolved into nothing but primal need.

And with that, Kouhei made his choice.

He was going to get started. Right here. Right now.