I Took A Succubus's First Time
Chapter 250 - 250: All For Nothing

"What do you mean?" Kouhei asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

It was hard—damn near impossible—to believe she'd saved him.

He couldn't even begin to grasp why. Why would someone like her go out of her way for someone like him?

For starters, he didn't even know what she saw in him.

"You really don't get it, do you, senpai?" Yui said, letting out a small sigh as she slid back down onto the chair. The chair creaked softly under her weight. With a graceful motion, she crossed one long leg over the other, her posture shifting into something both casual and poised. "Well, not like I expected you to understand anyway. You're just a human—just a fragile little mortal caught in the mess between heaven and hell. Oh, and don't forget the conflicts inside hell itself."

She slowly uncrossed her legs, the smooth whisper of nylon brushing against nylon, only to recross them again with an almost theatrical flair.

"I've been alive for over a hundred years, senpai," she said, a sly smirk curling at the edge of her lips. "Even though I look like this, I've lived through a whole century. Can you believe that?" Her voice had an edge of amusement, but behind it was something colder. "And in that time, I've seen everything change. Civilizations rise and crumble. Humans—evolve, if you can even call it that. Back when I was still an angel, all of it felt like static noise. Useless background. I just… watched. Watched as you little humans built your empires, have sex with each other, died, repeated the cycle. Building things, breeding, dying. That's all you ever did. And eventually, just watching wasn't enough. And you know what? It bored me to death. Want to know why I fell?"

Kouhei remained silent.

Something about her expression—it didn't change.

That same calm, knowing smile.

Like she was reading a script only she knew the ending to.

And for the first time since waking up here, a chill trickled down his spine.

She was... unsettling.

"The reason's simple," Yui continued, her tone as casual as someone discussing the weather. "I'm an angel who gets bored easily." She gave a small shrug, her shoulders rising with nonchalance. "And boredom? It's dangerous for someone like me. I started tampering with human lives—something that's strictly forbidden in heaven's rulebook. So, naturally, I was cast down. Banished. I fell."

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing with mischief.

"But before I fell, you wanna guess what kind of angel I was?" she asked, her smirk slowly stretching wider.

"I was one of the angels who guided souls," she said. "You know—the death types. The ones who lead the dead into the afterlife. Cool, huh?" Her voice was light, but her words carried weight. "That's the only reason you're still here right now. I used what power I still had to keep your soul alive. But technically, your body is already dead." She paused. "It's too damaged for your soul to stay connected. Which means I can't return you to your body, or you'll die instantly."

She glanced around at the surreal surroundings—the flickering lights, the strangely still air—and then gently placed a hand on her cheek, fingers tapping lightly against her skin.

"I really wanted to have sex with you before you faded out completely, you know?" she said nonchalantly, as if she were talking about the weather again. "I've never done it before. No clue how it feels. But judging from how much your women moan and scream and beg for more, I gotta admit… I'm getting kinda curious. It looks fun. It looks... intense."

"From what you're saying," Kouhei said slowly, his voice a touch more serious, "it sounds like I won't be here for long."

"A soul can only survive for ten days outside of its body," Yui replied, voice almost sing-song. "Once that time runs out, the soul starts to disintegrate. Maybe you'll drift to heaven. Or maybe you'll just vanish into nothing. It depends. But considering you were a decent guy, it wouldn't surprise me if an angel shows up to scoop you up."

Kouhei stared at her, digesting every word before quietly asking, "Can I see the others? Just for a moment—before I disappear. I want to know how they're doing."

Yui shook her head. "I can't do that, senpai," she said, her voice flat but honest. "That's not how my ability works."

She uncrossed her legs again—slowly and deliberately—and recrossed them, this time making no effort to hide the rip that had formed across the crotch of her tights. The torn fabric barely concealed the soft curve of her skin beneath, and it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing.

"You see, senpai, this place—it's fake. Everything around you? It's just a projection inside your subconscious. A fabricated world stitched together by yours truly. Nothing here is real. Nothing is actually happening. You already suspected it, didn't you?"

And he had.

Somewhere deep down, he'd already known this world was fake.

He just hadn't been sure if it was something actually happening, or if his mind was making it up to cope.

Now he knew—it was the latter.

"This world is just your mind's last attempt to make sense of death," she continued. "And because of that, you can't see Hina-senpai or the others. You'll disappear without saying goodbye. Sad, right?" She chuckled, but there was a dark glint in her eye. "And the worst part?"

Her grin widened, eyes locking onto his with eerie intensity.

"The one who killed you is still alive. He could come back. He might kill the others next. Isn't that just terrible?"

"Wait, what?" Kouhei's eyes snapped wide open, a jolt of dread stabbing through his chest. "Masayoshi is still alive?"

He could've sworn—no, he saw him disintegrate. Saw him torn to dust.

How the hell was he still alive?

"Senpai," Yui said, leaning forward, resting her chin on her palm, "don't you know the golden rule? If there's no body, there's no guarantee someone's dead. You think you saw him disintegrate, but are you really sure the spell Hina-senpai cast was enough to destroy him completely? What if he had help? What if someone pulled him out at the last second?"

Her voice lowered to a whisper.

"There are always variables, senpai. You really shouldn't overlook them."

That's right.

He had known this.

Somewhere deep in his subconscious, buried under the haze of shock and denial, he knew.

So why the hell had he been so damn complacent?

Why did he let himself believe that it was truly over?

In any game, especially those with unforgiving mechanics, there were always hidden variables—unknowns lurking beneath the surface, waiting to screw you over if you weren't paying attention.

And Kouhei... he'd just overlooked the most basic rule. One he'd scolded other players for forgetting. In this twisted game of life and death, he let his guard down.

And he lost.

"So it's all for nothing, then…" he muttered, voice low and heavy as his gaze fell to the floor. His shoulders drooped, fingers clenched into fists at his sides. "All of it… was for nothing."

"Right," Yui answered bluntly, her tone sharp with finality. "It's all been for nothing. And this world… it's running on a slower current than the one outside. While you've been wandering around here in your soul's limbo, seven days have already slipped by out there."

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "That leaves you with just three days left. Three days before your soul unravels into nothingness and vanishes from existence."

The chair creaked softly behind her as she stood, her form lithe and steady.

Her footsteps echoed with a gentle tap on the floor as she walked toward him, heels clicking against the cold surface.

"I don't think you'll have the time to go back, even if such a way exists," she said matter-of-factly, stopping a few steps in front of him. Her eyes met his—unflinching and unmoved. "And to be honest… I doubt that a way even does exist. At least, not one that would bring you back as you were."

"But… there is a way, right?" Kouhei asked, lifting his head, hope clawing desperately at the edges of his voice.

"There is," Yui admitted softly, the corners of her mouth curling faintly. "But the question is… are you really okay with giving up your humanity to return?"

Kouhei's breath caught.

His throat tightened, and he stood frozen.

He didn't understand entirely what she meant.

But some part of him—some instinctive part—did understand.

If he came back, there was no telling if he'd still be Kouhei. There was no guarantee that he'd be the same person with the same heart. Returning from death never came without a price. It never had.

Still…

If there was even a sliver of a chance, a single thread to grasp, he had to take it. He couldn't just disappear like this. Not without trying.

"…Would you help me, Himeno-san?" he asked.

She was the only one here.

The only one who could do anything.

And right now, she was his only hope.

"I don't know," she said, her tone teasing as her lips curled into a sly smile. "I get this feeling I'd end up just being your side girl… discarded once everything's over."

She shrugged lightly, pretending to pout. "But… if you're willing to give me something in return… I might be convinced."

Kouhei didn't hesitate.

"If you help me return to my body… then I'll give you what you want."

There wasn't a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

No pause. No second-guessing.

Yui's smile faltered—just for a moment.

Her eyes narrowed, scanning his face like she was looking for cracks in his resolve.

"Anything?" she asked, her voice lower and more serious. "Senpai… are you really sure about that?"

Kouhei gave a firm nod, eyes locked onto hers. There was no fear. No regret.

Only conviction.

Then, slowly, Yui's smirk returned, playful and dangerous all at once.

"You've got yourself a deal, then," she said with a soft, sultry chuckle.

And just like that, Kouhei forged a pact—with a fallen angel.