Chapter 333: Room

Succubus were nothing more than pests in hell—an annoyance at best, a disposable tool at worst. Their only real worth lay in their sheer numbers. Sure, there were some notable ones—like Silica and the other succubus generals—but when compared to the elite, battle-hardened demons of the Sarushima army, they were like children trying to play at war. Against those veterans, they were nothing.

“I think it’s wise not to underestimate me, Sarushima-sama,” Kouhei said, his tone calm yet carrying a weight that made the air feel heavier. His eyes locked onto Kazuhiro’s without the slightest hint of fear. “You remember what happened to your own son when he underestimated me, don’t you? And I think I could easily crush the entire Sarushima army with a powered-up succubus army if I wanted to.”

And it wasn’t an empty boast—he could do it. All it would take was forming Love Links with every succubus under his command and all of his allies. Once connected, their power would surge to overwhelming levels. Of course, he didn’t plan on using Love Link recklessly just to win a war—but if there was no other choice, he would do it without hesitation.

Still… he wasn’t about to fuck a million succubus just for the sake of victory. That kind of insane undertaking would be more trouble than it was worth—physically, mentally, and strategically. Preparing for a war like that would drain far too much time and energy. Getting them all to climax simultaneously, however, would be much faster and far more effective.

And with succubus, that wasn’t a problem. They could orgasm at will, controlling their own release whenever they desired, which made syncing a Love Link across all of them almost effortless.

Kazuhiro’s eyes narrowed, his pupils tightening into slits, a predatory gleam flickering within them.

Then—

“Fuhahahahahahaha!”

The sudden burst of deep, booming laughter caught both Yuuna and Souichiro completely off guard. They froze, startled—it was the first time they had ever heard Kazuhiro laugh like this.

It wasn’t hollow, mocking, or forced. It was genuine—a hearty laugh that carried through the room, vibrating in the air like the sound of a beast amused by the prey before it.

“You really are interesting, Child of Anti-Prophecy,” Kazuhiro said at last, his voice low but edged with amusement. “I didn’t expect someone tied to a prophecy—a prophecy Yesh intended to use to completely decimate hell—to speak so boldly, almost childishly. Then again… I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re just a human, after all—a short-lived creature still barely out of his first steps in life.”

Leaning forward, he rested his fist against his cheek, his elbow propped lazily against the arm of his chair. His expression was a mix of curiosity and entertainment, like a predator deciding whether the prey before it was worth devouring.

“Very well then…” Kazuhiro’s voice dropped slightly, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. “I will acknowledge your relationship with Yuuna.”

“…Wha…?” Kouhei’s eyes widened slightly, his mind momentarily blank.

Yuuna blinked as well, her lips parting in shock. Neither of them had expected Kazuhiro to accept it—certainly not this easily. Kouhei had been bracing himself, thinking he might need to start a war to make it happen, but apparently, there was no need.

Still… why? Why so readily?

“You look confused,” Kazuhiro said, his smile deepening as though reading Kouhei’s thoughts. “I was simply testing you—to see how you would react. It seems you’ve passed. I don’t mind welcoming you into our family.”

“Please, no,” Yuuna cut in sharply before Kouhei could answer. Her tone wasn’t angry, but it carried an edge. “The last thing I need is for you to try and control Kouhei-kun for your own benefit. I don’t want us chained to the Sarushima name.”

Kazuhiro turned his gaze toward her, his tone light but his eyes sharp. “Oh? You sound rather distrustful of us, Yuuna.” Then his gaze shifted back to Kouhei, dismissing her words with a flicker of interest. “But I’m more curious about the Child of Anti-Prophecy’s opinion. What do you say?”

“I’m sorry,” Kouhei replied without a second of hesitation. “It’s an honor, but I have to decline.”

“Is that so?” Kazuhiro tilted his head slightly, still wearing that amused expression. “Very well. If that’s your answer, I’ll oblige.”

Yuuna stared at him, surprised by how easily he let it go. There was no bargaining, no argument—just acceptance, as if it had been nothing more than a casual suggestion in the first place.

“Now then…” Kazuhiro straightened slightly, his tone returning to that of a gracious host. “Take your time here. Get familiar with the place. I want you to feel welcome. We’ll be having a banquet soon—stay, enjoy it, eat to your heart’s content. You can stay, can’t you?”

Kouhei’s eyes flicked to Yuuna for a moment before returning to Kazuhiro. Truth be told, he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. But building a connection with Kazuhiro could be valuable.

And then there was the banquet.

Yes—that banquet. The very reason for the invitation in the first place. An event that would gather many important and influential people—figures who could be crucial allies in the war against the heavens. Kouhei needed as much firepower and as many connections as he could get. Staying was the smarter choice.

***

Yuuna and Kouhei wandered through the sprawling corridors of the Sarushima mansion.

The place was enormous—so large that Kouhei was sure that if he were alone, he’d get lost within minutes. The air inside carried a faint scent of polished wood and faint incense, the walls lined with ornate decorations that whispered of wealth and history.

“It’s been a long time since I last walked these halls,” Yuuna said with a small, nostalgic smile. Her voice carried a faint softness, as though she were looking at a memory only she could see. “Honestly, it’s all a little blurry to me now. Ah… do you want to see my old room, Kouhei-kun?”

“Your room?” he asked, glancing at her.

“Well, it’s been years since I last stepped inside,” she said, her lips curving faintly. “Probably more than you could count. It’s probably covered in dust by now. On second thought… maybe we shouldn’t.”

“I still want to see it,” Kouhei said, his tone steady. “The room you grew up in.”

“Really?” Yuuna said, her voice carrying that calm yet teasing tone she often used with him. Her lips curved into a faint smile. “Well… I guess that’s fine.”

With that, Kouhei trailed beside her as they made their way deeper into the mansion, the sound of their footsteps echoing faintly through the long, silent corridors. Every corner they passed seemed to hold an air of cold authority, a reminder that this place had been more of a cage than a home for her.

To Yuuna, there wasn’t a single spot here she could truly claim as her favorite. Every hallway, every hall, every polished floorboard carried the weight of cruelty.

Everywhere… except one place.

Her room.

When she pushed the door open, the soft creak of the hinges revealed a sight Kouhei didn’t expect. The room was spotless—immaculate, even. Not a speck of dust lingered in the air, not a single cobweb clung to the corners. The bed looked freshly made, the sheets crisp and clean as though they had been replaced just moments ago. It was almost unsettling how untouched it felt, as if time had simply stopped here the day she left.

“It seems the maids have been keeping it clean,” she said with a faint trace of nostalgia in her voice. She stepped inside slowly, her eyes scanning every familiar detail. “Even the sheets look brand new… Even after all these decades since I last set foot here, it doesn’t feel like anyone ever left…” A small smile tugged at her lips, though it was laced with something bittersweet.

The truth was, there were no warm, happy memories for her in this mansion. She had been raised, molded, groomed—forced into becoming the strongest woman of the Sarushima Clan. Trained to lead. Trained to stand at her brother Souichiro’s side… and one day, to be his wife. Every moment of her life here had been planned and controlled. And yet, as she stood here now, surrounded by these familiar walls, there was a warmth in her chest she couldn’t deny.

For some reason, in this room, nothing felt entirely wrong.

“This is a part of me I don’t want to forget, Kouhei-kun,” she said quietly, though her words carried a weight that filled the space between them. “A part of me that shaped me into who I am today. It’s something I treasure. This room… it was everything I had before I had anything. And that ‘everything’…” She looked straight at him, her voice softening. “…is you.”

She moved to the window, the faint light from outside tracing the shape of her figure. Her fingertips slowly glided along the wooden sill, following its smooth lines as if committing every inch to memory.

“I want you to see me for all I was here,” she said, turning her head just enough for him to catch her gaze.

Kouhei’s breath caught, his throat tightening as he swallowed. There was something in her eyes—something deliberate and something that made the air between them grow heavier.

“The walls here are made of wood,” she murmured, her tone dipping into something softer, almost conspiratorial. “They’re not exactly good for soundproofing… but if I hold myself back… it should be fine, right?”

Before he could answer, she moved—her fingers delicately catching the hem of her skirt. With an unhurried grace, she lifted it, the soft fabric gliding up to reveal the smooth curve of her bare ass, still framed perfectly by the delicate lines of her sexy lingerie. The faint light from the window brushed against her skin, giving it a subtle glow that made Kouhei’s pulse quicken in his ears.