I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 285: Kouhei Vs. Momoko

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Chapter 285: Kouhei Vs. Momoko

"W-What...?"

Momoko’s eyes widened in stunned disbelief, her pupils twitching erratically.

Her lips trembled, parting just slightly, as if trying—and failing—to form words that would make sense of what had just happened.

Within a single breath, within the space of a blink, Kouhei had obliterated the snow golem she had painstakingly conjured using her formidable ice magic.

And that wasn’t just any construct—it was her creation, one imbued with an overwhelming amount of magical energy, forged from the very pinnacle of her mastery.

She was the strongest ice wielder alive... and yet, her handiwork had been shattered without resistance. Without even a hint of struggle.

Kouhei hadn’t even seemed to move.

That was the terrifying part.

It was as if the attack itself had existed outside of time.

And worst of all—Momoko never even saw it.

The golem’s upper half had been severed at an angle so clean it looked like a sculptor’s precise cut.

The top portion of the towering beast teetered in eerie silence for a moment—then collapsed forward with a heavy, lifeless thud before it disintegrated into a soft mound of harmless snow.

A gasp swept through the crowd.

The onlookers—clan members, warriors, nobles—stared with wide, disbelieving eyes.

Their mouths hung open unconsciously, expressions frozen in sheer awe and confusion.

They had witnessed this golem annihilate countless challengers in the past. It was a monster of legend—an executioner that dispatched combatants with such ease, many had deemed it invincible.

And now, that very creature had crumbled like sand beneath a wave.

"...What did you just do?" Momoko demanded, her voice tinged with suspicion and disbelief. Her tone cracked slightly as she took a step forward, eyes locked on Kouhei as if trying to uncover the trick behind the illusion.

There was no way. No possible way that what she was seeing was real. She had crafted that golem meticulously, layered it with magical defenses, hardened it with intent and essence. For it to fall like that? In an instant?

"...What did you just do?"

"I defeated your champion," Kouhei said calmly, almost too casually, as he slid his obsidian-hued blade back into its scabbard. His movement was unhurried. Composed. As if he hadn’t just done the impossible.

The eerie part?

No one had even seen him unsheathe the sword in the first place.

Momoko clenched her teeth so tightly that her jaw visibly flexed, a nerve pulsing near her temple.

This wasn’t the outcome she had prepared for.

She had never even considered this possibility. That her prized golem—the embodiment of her skill—could be destroyed. And now, because of that loss, she was expected to uphold her end of the agreement. To fully support Kouhei’s faction in their war against Souichiro.

It infuriated her.

"Fufufu... Defeated? Who?" she said mockingly, trying to regain control of the situation, her voice laced with venomous laughter.

She raised her hand, and suddenly, the snow surrounding them began to swirl violently. An unnatural wind howled to life as particles of frost coalesced in midair, spiraling with terrifying speed.

And then—the golem rose once more.

Reformed. Reconstructed.

Reborn.

The snow morphed and built itself back with magical precision, growing larger and more monstrous than before. Its surface was rougher now, jagged like broken glass. Its aura exuded raw hostility.

"RAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The golem let out a feral, animalistic roar, loud enough to shake the snow beneath their feet.

It no longer looked remotely human.

This was a monster now—twice the size it had been, towering over Kouhei like a god of winter wrath. Its hulking form cast a long shadow over the snow-covered platform.

Kouhei tilted his head upward, his eyes narrowing slightly. His neck strained just to follow the height of the behemoth, and yet... his expression didn’t change.

"It was never the champion, Child of Anti-Prophecy," Momoko said, her voice dripping with icy authority. "It was always me. I am the one you should be defeating."

A slow, chilling smile curled on her lips—stretching wider, more feral.

Just the sight of it sent an instant, involuntary shudder crawling down Misuzu’s spine.

She remembered that smile. She had seen it before.

Back when she still lived under the Yuki household. Back when Momoko used to torment her not out of anger—but out of sheer, sadistic pleasure.

That was the smile of someone unhinged. Someone who enjoyed watching others break. It was cruel. Twisted. Deranged.

And now, that smile had returned.

She wasn’t going to hold back.

But Kouhei remained still. Unshaken. His composure unbroken.

He silently drew his sword again, the soft sound of metal scraping against the scabbard drowned by the wind.

He looked... ready.

More than ready.

"Now then, shall we begin round two?"

"I guess we shall," Kouhei replied.

And with that, it began.

Momoko summoned a gust of wind beneath her feet, her body lifting gracefully as she soared up to the golem’s shoulder. Perched high above like an ice queen on her throne, she extended her arm, threads of magic extending into the creature.

Kouhei watched her silently from below.

Then the golem moved.

It raised one of its massive arms—each finger the size of a tree trunk—and curled it into a colossal fist.

"Take this!" Momoko shouted.

The punch came down like an avalanche.

From an outside perspective, it looked like it was moving slowly—sluggish due to the golem’s size.

But it wasn’t slow.

Not at all.

Kouhei’s perception was simply too fast. His mind, now sharpened to its peak, was processing reality at a speed that made everything else crawl. To him, the incoming fist moved like molasses.

He shifted.

The attack missed by a hair’s breadth.

The wind from the strike rushed past his cheek, scattering snow violently behind him.

And he moved.

Dashing forward like a phantom, toward the monster, toward Momoko.

"Tsk! Stop squirming like a cockroach! How dare you?!" Momoko shrieked.

The golem attacked again—this time with its other arm.

Kouhei’s eyes tracked the motion like a predator studying prey. His body twisted—elegant and calculated—as he narrowly dodged the blow. Not even stumbling. Not even breaking posture.

Then... he raised his sword.

In a single heartbeat, his entire body blurred into motion.

The world around him became streaks of white and grey.

A flash.

A whisper of a shadow.

He sprinted along the golem’s arm like it was a walkway carved just for him, each footstep light and precise.

And then came the slashes.

Dozens of them. Invisible to the naked eye. Lines of force that sliced through solid ice like paper. It was impossible to follow—there was only the result.

And by the time anyone had even realized something had happened...

Kouhei was standing behind Momoko.

Calm. Silent.

She blinked.

"When did he...? Huh?"

And then—crack.

The golem tilted.

Its right arm and left leg slid off its body, cleanly severed.

Chunks of snow and ice followed, raining down as gravity claimed the ruined monster.

Momoko hadn’t even seen it happen.

He was so fast.

Unbelievably fast.

"Ngh...! How dare you!!!"

Momoko was furious.

Absolutely seething.

Her rage boiled over like lava under pressure, her body trembling with barely-contained fury.

The look in her eyes was pure murder, sharp and wild, like a beast cornered and robbed of its pride.

She glared at Kouhei with a hatred so fierce, it could burn straight through skin.

With a snarl, she raised both her hands and summoned her magic once again. The shattered limbs of the golem—its arm and leg—were instantly reconstructed with crackling shards of frost and snow, reforming into thick, brutal limbs once more. And as if that wasn’t enough, she conjured more. A swarm of fresh snow golems began forming around her, their hulking frames rising one after another, surrounding the area like an army born of blizzards.

But unlike before—where all her power had been concentrated into a single construct—this time her magical energy was spread thin across all of them.

Her output had limits.

And Kouhei saw that immediately.

She wasn’t invincible—she just looked like it when her power was focused on a single creation. Now that her energy was divided, her strength wasn’t nearly as threatening. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Kouhei’s eyes scanned the battlefield, quickly identifying openings between the golems.

Their movements were sluggish.

Their coordination was sloppy.

They were big, but they weren’t smart. And their attacks? Predictable.

Giant snow arms came swinging from both sides, attempting to crush him. But Kouhei weaved through them effortlessly, his body gliding between the gaps like a ghost untouched by the storm.

None of them could lay a finger on him.

The flaws were everywhere.

And then—he dashed.

In a blink, he surged forward, pouring speed into his steps, blurring through the white haze as he made his way toward Momoko.

"Freeze!" she shouted.

Two of the snow golems halted immediately. She snapped her fingers and activated the spell.

A sudden pulse of magic erupted from the ground below Kouhei, the snow around his feet glowing with a frosty light. A heartbeat later, sharp tendrils of ice burst upward, intending to trap and immobilize him.

But Kouhei’s instincts kicked in.

He jumped.

The moment his boots left the ground, the ice encased the space where he’d just stood, missing him by inches. Cold steam hissed into the air as the spell completed with nothing to catch.

"Ice Spear!" she roared, conjuring a weapon in her hand—a crystalline, deadly spear of solid ice.

She didn’t wait.

She hurled it straight at him while he was still airborne.

There was no room to dodge midair.

He had to face it head-on.

Kouhei’s grip tightened on his sword, and in a flash of silver-black motion, he brought the blade down.

CRACK—!

The Ice Spear split in half the instant it met his blade. It shattered into glittering shards, like glass exploding against tempered steel. The fragments scattered around him as he descended.

To him, it had felt no heavier than slicing through butter.

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