I Took A Succubus's First Time

Meanwhile...

Yuki Momoko, the younger sister of Misuzu and the current leader of the Yuki Clan, reclined gracefully on her throne-like chair, a crystal wine glass cradled between her slender fingers.

The room was dimly lit, the crimson glow of twilight filtering in through frost-lined windows, casting eerie reflections on the polished floor.

The wine in her glass—a deep, thick red—swirled lazily as she rotated her wrist, its surface catching the light like blood under a microscope.

The aromatic scent of aged grapes and something darker wafted up to her nose.

She inhaled slowly, savoring it, eyes half-lidded in satisfaction.

"Huh…? So that woman traveling with them really is a fallen angel, huh?" she murmured with a crooked smile curling her lips.

The information had just arrived, delivered by one of her scouts, an agent gifted with the power to peer through any location touched by ice. A convenient little trick.

Momoko herself possessed the same ability, of course.

But unlike others, she had no patience for constant surveillance. She preferred to delegate such tedious tasks.

"Yes, Momoko-sama," the subordinate affirmed, bowing respectfully just a few steps away.

"Fascinating~" Momoko sang with a silvery chuckle, bringing the rim of the glass to her lips. She took a small sip. The wine danced across her tongue, rich and bold, with a faint bitterness that clung to the roof of her mouth. "So Yuuna's finally become desperate enough to place her faith in a fallen angel? My, my… how tragic. Fufufu~"

A ripple of laughter spilled from her lips.

It was quiet, mocking, elegant, all at the same time. The idea alone entertained her immensely.

The very notion of a demon cooperating with a fallen angel… It was absurd. Ridiculous. Utterly delicious.

"Ahhh, Onee-sama… the faction you've joined is truly something special," she whispered to no one, her voice like silk soaked in venom.

But it wasn't just interesting.

No.

To her, this whole ordeal was premium-grade entertainment.

The Yuuna Faction had already earned a reputation—a gathering of defectives. Misfits unfit for any respectable table.

To Momoko, they were fools.

Jesters in a grand circus.

Performing for her amusement.

"Time for the next act in the show," she purred, licking her lips slowly. "Summon Souichiro. Inform him that his dear sister has arrived. And while you're at it, let him know that Yuuna… is attempting to revive her precious Child of Prophecy."

"Yes, Momoko-sama."

With a graceful bow, her subordinate vanished into the shadows, leaving the woman alone once more.

Momoko didn't come to support Yuuna.

She wasn't here to play savior or ally.

She came for one reason, and one reason alone.

Entertainment.

Antarctica was cold, vast, and dull. An endless silence draped in snow and solitude.

But now… this unfolding chaos brought warmth to her heart.

With the faintest smirk tugging her lips, she leaned back, crossed her legs, and waited.

Let the performance begin.

***

Yuuna and the others pressed forward through the biting cold, their boots crunching over hardened snow as they followed the direction Hina had given.

Each breath left their lips in faint white plumes, vanishing into the frozen air.

Yuuna wasn't sure if Hina was right.

But at this point, there was no choice left but to move forward.

Kouhei's soul was already disintegrating—its fragments scattering bit by bit into the void.

Time was a blade pressed against their throats. Any more hesitation would kill him.

They had to believe. They had to act.

After what felt like an eternity walking through the icy wasteland, Hina suddenly stopped in her tracks.

They had arrived.

The place she stopped at… was empty.

Completely barren.

Not a structure. Not a single stone.

Only the endless stretch of snow and ice.

A white void, painted in frost.

"Hina?" Yuuna called out cautiously, her voice echoing faintly across the still air.

But Hina remained silent.

She stood there, unmoving.

"Is this it?"

Yuuna couldn't see her face from behind, but then she noticed a slight movement—the gentle bob of Hina's head.

Her long silver hair swayed slightly in the wind, confirming the answer without words.

Yuuna glanced around again, her eyes scanning the horizon.

Still, nothing.

Nothing but snow in every direction.

The others were also looking, frowning in confusion.

But there was no shrine. No building. No marker. Not even a crack in the ground.

Just white, endless white.

"Could it be underneath us?" Nagisa asked hesitantly.

"No." Hina's voice was calm, unwavering. "It's right here."

The team exchanged worried glances.

No matter how much they looked… there was absolutely nothing.

Still, Hina stood her ground. Her gaze was locked onto something—something only she could see.

"I believe you, Hina-senpai~," Yui said cheerfully, stepping forward with a smile. "I mean, if this place was created by your ancestors and used by them, then of course you could see it."

No one voiced any doubt.

No one dared question if Hina was seeing things that didn't exist.

Because in that moment—she was the only guide they had.

And through her eyes… it was there.

A place whispered in legends.

A mythical platform said to have revived humans into something else entirely.

Something beyond mortal.

Hina could see it clearly.

A massive, circular platform embedded in the ground—its edges lined with markings of ancient origin.

The insignias of the Primordial Succubus demons were engraved into the stone, weathered by time but glowing with residual mana.

One of the runes was softly alight—pulsing.

She stepped forward, knelt down beside the glowing insignia, and placed her hand on it.

Closing her eyes, she began to channel her mana into the symbol.

At first, nothing happened.

Then, the air began to shift—subtle at first, like a current moving through the stillness.

The pressure grew.

The very atmosphere seemed to ripple.

Then—

BOOM.

The energy exploded outward in a sudden burst of wind and power.

The Yuuna Faction instinctively shielded their faces, snow and ice whipped up into a blinding flurry.

When the storm died down and they lowered their arms…

Their eyes widened.

The landscape had completely changed.

Gone was the flat, lifeless tundra.

Now beneath their feet was a vast, stone platform, glowing faintly with sigils. Seven towering columns stood in a perfect circle around them. Each was inscribed with runes that shimmered with mana, lighting up like veins pulsing with blood.

The platform had revealed itself.

The forgotten place was no longer myth.

It was real.

And they were standing in the heart of it.

"Magic was hiding the place," Hina murmured. "That's why others can't see it…" Her gaze grew more focused, intense, as she took a deep breath. "But I recognize this mana… It's the energy of my people."

Her tone held reverence, like someone speaking of long-lost gods whose memory still pulsed beneath the snow and ice.

The concealment magic, now faintly trembling under her recognition, was laced with the lingering presence of her ancestors, their mana still etched into the bones of this place, alive through memory and ritual.

Only she could sense it.

Only she could perceive what lay hidden in plain sight.

"T-This is...!" Yuuna gasped, unable to form anything more coherent as her eyes widened in disbelief.

"We finally made it." Nagisa voice wavered between excitement and relief. "And just in the nick of time too," she added with a faint chuckle, trying to mask the tremor in her voice.

"Summon Kouhei's body. Quickly!" Yuuna's voice cracked slightly, anxiety tightening around her chest like a noose.

Time was no longer on their side, and every passing second brought them closer to irreversible loss.

Nagisa acted swiftly, her movements sharp with urgency.

She reached behind her, fingers wrapping tightly around a hardened scroll bound in deep-blue seals, runes glowing faintly as if sensing the dire purpose.

Wordlessly, she handed it to Yuuna.

The teleportation scroll.

A high-level artifact, inscribed with complex summoning glyphs designed to pull a human-sized target—living or dead—from across distances.

Yuuna didn't waste a breath.

She spread the scroll wide open, letting the wind snap the edges with a dry crackle.

She placed it at the center of the platform, her hands trembling slightly as she activated the enchantment in one swift motion.

With a flicker of light and the low hum of resonating magic, Kouhei's body appeared.

His form materialized amidst a shimmer of mana, lying still and silent.

No one moved.

They all stared.

His body was whole, untouched by time or death, still as pristine as the day he fell.

They had planned it all for this moment. So they wouldn't be forced to drag a lifeless corpse through the ice and storms.

This spell was their answer. Their safeguard.

Now he was here.

Yuuna looked toward Hina with growing tension in her voice. "How do we start the ritual?"

They had crossed the impossible.

Found the mythical altar.

But now that they stood upon the sacred ground, another truth clawed its way into her heart.

They didn't know what came next.

"Hina-senpai, do you know how to begin?" Yui asked.

Hina said nothing at first.

She walked forward and knelt beside Kouhei, her presence calm and silent.

Her eyes scanned every detail of his face, every curve of his lips and the stillness of his chest.

He hadn't rotted at all, not even slightly.

Not a single blemish.

His skin looked like he was simply asleep... peaceful, untouched by death's decay.

It had been ten days.

And yet… no smell.

There was no sign of the end.

For a long, aching moment, she just looked at him.

Then, slowly, deliberately, Hina leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

Her kiss was soft and lingering.

The contact seemed to vibrate with emotion, sparking an unspoken connection that ran deeper than memory.

She remembered now.

This ritual... this ancient rite buried in the myths of her people.

She hadn't understood it back then. She hadn't even realized its importance.

But this platform… this sacred site, was a vessel.

A conduit that could transfer life force to a corpse. It didn't bring people back through sheer miracle, but through force. Through overwhelming mana.

If enough life energy was poured into the body… the dead could return.

Simple in theory.

But impossibly difficult in practice.

And now… it had to be done.

Her gaze moved to Yui.

Among all of them, Yui alone had the spiritual bridge still tethered to Kouhei.

A faint thread that hadn't snapped, even in death.

And to gather the monumental energy required…

There was only one answer.

One method.

Love Link.