I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 188 - Not Normal

188: Not Normal

188: Not Normal

“I want to talk to you about something,” she said with a coy, knowing smile, her fingers curling around his wrist.

With a gentle yet possessive tug, she drew him close and began to walk, leading the way as if he belonged solely to her.

Hiyori’s gaze followed them in silence, her body unmoving.

Something twisted painfully inside her chest.

Watching Yui—without warning—snatch Kouhei away like that made her heart tighten like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

This wasn’t a coincidence.

Yui had done it deliberately.

Being a fallen angel, Yui possessed a peculiar attraction to the shadows of human emotion—especially those tainted by the seven deadly sins.

She fed off of them, was drawn to them like a moth to flame.

And right now, she was hoping to stir something dark within Hiyori.

Out of curiosity, she turned back to glance at the girl’s face, expecting a flicker of jealousy, maybe frustration.

But what she saw instead froze her in place.

Hiyori was looking directly at her.

And her expression…

it was horrific.

It wasn’t the heat of jealousy—it was the absence of anything.

It wasn’t rage, or envy.

No…

it was colder.

Much, much colder.

Her face was utterly devoid of emotion.

Her lips weren’t twitching with tension, her brows weren’t furrowed—no, they were relaxed, calm even.

But it was her eyes—those eyes—that were deeply unsettling.

They were empty.

Void of all light.

As if every human feeling had been drained from her in that very moment.

It wasn’t a mask.

It was real.

So real that Yui, despite all her years and experience with humanity, couldn’t understand it.

It was like looking into the void.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it vanished.

By the time Yui turned around fully, Hiyori’s expression had shifted back to normal.

She was smiling again.

Sweetly.

Innocently.

But the chill still lingered in Yui’s spine.

She’s not normal.

That was the only thought Yui could hold onto.

That expression—whatever it was—shouldn’t belong to a human.

Not even a demon.

Not even her.

***

In the quiet stillness of the student council office, Misuzu stood by the window.

Her pale hands rested delicately on the frame as her eyes scanned the crowd of students below.

Her mind, however, was far away.

“Misuzu,” Yumi called softly, her voice breaking the silence.

Her tone carried a hint of concern, and her brows furrowed as she looked at her friend.

“You’ve been out of it today.

Is something bothering you?

Are you still thinking about Chihiro?”

“No,” Misuzu murmured, her voice low but clear.

Her mind had moved on from that.

Something else had taken root in her thoughts.

Something far more personal.

“Hey, Yumi.”

“What is it?”

“Have you ever had sex before?”

Yumi blinked.

The question hit like a splash of cold water.

“What kind of question is that?” she asked, incredulous.

“You know how I am, right?

Sex is something that wouldn’t even cross my mind.

Why are you asking me that?”

Then, her expression shifted, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Wait…

are you thinking about sex?

Are you getting curious?

Honestly, I can’t blame you.

We’ve been alive for centuries and have never experienced that kind of intimacy.

For demons like us, sex is meaningless.

Mundane.

But maybe…

maybe you’re starting to feel it, like Hina?

That creeping frustration?”

Yumi tilted her head thoughtfully.

“Well, I can’t say I fully understand it…

but if that’s the case—why don’t we try it?”

“H-Huh?”

Misuzu was stunned.

She had merely wanted to ask about Yumi’s experience, not…

this.

“I’ve never done it before,” Yumi continued calmly.

Her tone was matter-of-fact.

“I don’t have any real inclinations toward the same gender either.

Maybe not even toward the opposite gender.

But I guess…

experiencing it once wouldn’t hurt.

It might be educational.”

“W-Wait, Yumi.

I didn’t mean I wanted to have sex with you,” Misuzu protested quickly, her voice trembling slightly.

“I was only asking whether you’d done it or not.”

“Huh?

Oh, well, like I said, I don’t have any experience with that sort of thing,” Yumi said again, this time nodding to herself proudly.

She crossed her arms beneath her full breasts and closed her eyes as if declaring a noble truth.

“Wait a minute…

so you’re saying you want to have sex with someone else, and not me?”

At this point, Misuzu was completely at a loss.

How did the conversation even end up here?

And yet…

there was truth in Yumi’s conclusion.

Misuzu did want to have sex—with Kouhei.

But the weight of her inexperience shackled her desires.

Could she truly bring him pleasure the way Yuuna and the others did?

Could she make him cum?

Could she make him feel the same lust and the same satisfaction?

Just this morning, the answer had been made painfully clear.

While both she and Hina had gone down on him, stroking and licking his cock, bringing him to the edge—only Hina had truly made him moan.

Only Hina had truly made him cum.

Misuzu…

had merely followed along.

She wasn’t enough.

Not yet, anyway.

And that thought haunted her more than anything else.

While she was thinking about that, suddenly, a door opened.

“I just heard someone talking about sex,” Yuuna said.

“Is something wrong?” she asked the two inside.

“Misuzu is getting curio—”

Before Yumi could even finish, Misuzu swiftly slapped her hand over Yumi’s mouth, cutting her off with a snap of tension that cracked the air like a whip.

“It’s nothing, Yuuna,” Misuzu said with a calmness that barely masked her rising anxiety.

Yuuna tilted her head slightly, a curious glint flickering in her eyes.

She didn’t quite grasp what was going on, but she didn’t press it either.

Instead, she composed herself with practiced grace, her presence regaining its usual quiet authority.

Hina and Nagisa stood beside her, their postures alert yet relaxed.

And with them stood one more presence.

It was a woman Misuzu and Yumi hadn’t encountered before.

She carried herself with the stillness of a blade resting in its sheath.

Misuzu had only heard of her in passing.

When this woman had joined Yuuna’s faction, Misuzu hadn’t yet entered the fold.

And before she could meet her, the woman had already disappeared—defected—to the Souichiro Faction.

Apparently, the reason for her betrayal was that she had been threatened—left with no choice but to switch sides.

Her name was Sugisawa Masaki.

She had been the first to join Yuuna’s faction—and also the first to leave it.

She was currently dressed in the school uniform, which meant that, as a demon, she was now enrolled at this school as well.

The reason demons were allowed in this school was due to the focal point of demonic influence—this entire town was considered their territory, specifically, the Yuuna Faction’s territory.

And now, with her enrollment, it appeared Masaki had returned to Yuuna’s side.

“Starting this year, Masaki will be attending this school,” Yuuna announced, her voice calm but firm.

“Not as a member of the Souichiro Faction, but as a full-fledged member of our Yuuna Faction.

I want each of you to acknowledge and welcome her return.”

Masaki stepped forward and bowed deeply, her voice low and deliberate.

“I am Sugisawa Masaki,” she said.

“Once a part of the Yuuna-sama’s Faction, and then… a traitor.

I defected to Souichiro-sama’s side.

That betrayal stains me, and I do not deny it.

Even so… though I once turned my back on this faction, may I ask for your forgiveness and your acceptance… so that I may fight beside you once more?”

A heavy silence followed.

The other girls looked at her, eyes unreadable.

For most of them, this was their first time meeting Masaki.

They had no prior bond to lean on—no trust to pull from.

Only stories.

And one undeniable truth: this was a woman who had once tried to kill Kouhei.

That possibility still hung thick in the air.

Could she do it again?

Was this a ploy?

Yet, despite that lingering threat, none of them moved.

Yuuna’s unwavering confidence in Masaki seemed to anchor them, her calm composure acting like a seal of assurance.

And so, lacking any reason to object—lacking the authority to doubt Yuuna—they nodded in agreement.

Yuuna’s lips curved into a grateful smile, soft but filled with purpose.

“Thank you, everyone,” she said.

“There are still other members who need to be told, but I’ll explain everything to them later.

With Masaki returned to us, we’ve gained a powerful asset—one that may shift the balance in our coming clash with the Souichiro Faction.”

She turned to Masaki once more, her gaze direct.

“Masaki, you’ll be going with Hina.

You’ll both be in the same class starting today.”

“O-Okay,” Masaki replied, her voice barely audible as she nodded.

Yuuna faced the rest of her members, her tone hardening.

“Souichiro has already begun to make his move.

From here on out—I want each of you to give it everything you’ve got.”