That Time I Got Turn Nirvana, The fourth

About thousands—or maybe even tens of thousands—of kiloters away from Noir’s ruined territory, a sudden flash of dark light appeared in the sky. A figure dropped down, crashing roughly into the soft, glowing grass of the Nirvana's Territory.

It was the land of the Fourth Demon King, or more accurately, the Demon Queen.

She was known by many nas, The fourth demon king, Demon queen, The demoness, The first succubus but the world mostly called her Nirvana, the first succubus queen.

The person who had teleported into her land was in a terrible state. His white hair was soaked in sweat and dirt, and his black eyes looked dull and lifeless. His body was pale, covered in deep wounds. Blood dripped from many places, and he could barely stand on his feet.

It was Noir, the Fifth Demon King.

He had sohow survived Scarlett’s brutal punches—but just barely. His body looked like it could collapse at any second. Bones were broken inside, skin torn, and his regeneration was almost gone.

He stumbled forward slowly, dragging one leg behind him. Every step was painful. His vision blurred, and the world around him spun.

“I... just need... a place to rest,” he whispered under his breath, panting heavily.

In his mind, he thought about all his options. But there was nothing left.

Xulgorath, the Sixth Demon King, was a clever and backstabbing type demon. If Noir went to his territory like this, he would definitely be captured or killed. Noir was sure of it.

He couldn’t go to the Third Demon King, Asmodeus, either. They had cut ties long ago. And the First Demon King’s land friend with Scarlett, who had nearly beaten him to death just a short while ago.

The Second Demon King? He was good friends with the First Demon King, so that door was closed too.

And the new Seventh Demon King? That was Avion’s daughter, another person connected to Scarlett.

In short, every path was blocked.

Except for one.

Nirvana. The Fourth Demon King. The first succubus.

Noir had never had any eting with her, but she had never been his enemy either. They didn’t talk much. They had no real connection. But that made her his best chance.

Noir decided to take a risk. He had no choice. Even a weak monster would try to kill him if they saw him like this.

“I’ll offer anything,” he thought. “I just need a safe place to heal, Maybe we can corporate and kill that dragonoid won later.”

He reached the edge of her land, where the skies were dark pink and soft, and the air slled sweet like perfu. Strange flowers blood on the ground, and the whole place felt warm and dangerous at the sa ti.

With great effort, Noir took his first step into Nirvana’s territory. His legs shook, and he nearly fell.

The mont Noir stepped into the land of Nirvana, a strange wave spread out from his body like a ripple in water. It moved fast, faster than light, traveling straight toward the center of Nirvana’s domain, At once his presence was sensed by them.

And within just a single second—before Noir could even catch his breath—two figures appeared a few ters in front of him.

The first was a tall, gothic-looking woman. She was more than seven feet tall, with long, shapely legs and curves so intense that even the biggest size clothes might seem small on her. Her chest was massive, enough to make even G-cup sizes look tiny.

She had straight black hair flowing down her back, and her eyes were closed, giving her a calm but dangerous aura. She wore a black nun outfit—but it wasn’t like any normal nun dress. This one was custom-made and very seductive. The fabric tightly hugged every curve of her body, showing off her perfect figure. It had open cuts in many places, especially around her chest, where only two thin strips of cloth barely covered her breasts.

Her beauty was beyond compare. Her face was flawless, and her presence scread power and temptation. Two long black horns curled out of her head, and a long black tail with a heart-shaped tip swung behind her. Anyone seeing her would instantly think she was the queen of all succubi—and many would fall in love with her just from a single glance.

But even with all that, the person beside her was even more powerful… even more dangerous.

As soon as Noir sensed the second person, his heart skipped a beat.

His eyes widened for a mont, but then he quickly shut them tight. He didn’t even dare to look at her.

He had heard many rumors about Nirvana, the Fourth Demon King.

People said just looking at her face could drive soone crazy with love—or worse. So said one glance could turn you into a mindless creature, soone who only lived to mate and serve her desires. There were even stories about people changing genders, Turning into females just from seeing her, turning into nothing but breeders who only know to mate and reproduce with any creature.

And Noir, in his current condition, knew he wouldn’t survive that.

One wrong move could finish him. So he kept his eyes shut and didn’t dare take a chance.

But then… a voice reached his ears.

“You can open your eyes,” said a woman’s voice. It was soft, beautiful, and full of charm. Just hearing it made Noir’s heart feel strange. “I’m in a good mood today. So I’m not planning to kill anyone.”

The voice was so seductive, so soothing… it reminded him of soone.

“Scarlett Nova?” Noir muttered under his breath. There was a strong resemblance. The way she spoke, the smoothness, the charm—it felt like Scarlett. But not exactly.

Scarlett’s voice was more commanding. More serious and firm. But Nirvana’s voice was like warm honey—sweet, addictive, and dangerous, of course if Scarlett tries, She could easily replicate Nirvana's style of voice.

Noir knew that if she truly wanted to kill him, he would already be dead.

So, taking a deep breath, he slowly opened his eyes.

And for the first ti, he looked at Nirvana.

She was tall—but not as tall as the succubus beside her. Her hair was a soft, hypnotizing pink that seed to shine slightly in the light. Her skin was smooth and creamy, glowing like she had just stepped out of a dream. The air around her was filled with a sweet scent of perfu, mixed with sothing dark and tempting.

She was wrapped in a very revealing outfit. Not shy at all—like a true succubus, she had no problem showing off her body.

What she wore looked more like a swimsuit than armor or a royal dress. Her thighs, legs, and arms were fully exposed. Her belly was also visible through a deep cut in the middle of her dress. Right there, glowing slightly, was a strange symbol tattooed on her stomach—a heart-shaped mark that looked ancient and alive, beating gently with a soft pink glow.

If soone else had seen Nirvana’s belly, they would have been shocked. That strange glowing heart symbol wasn’t just a tattoo—it was a heart pact.

A heart pact ant only one thing.

The Queen of Succubi was deeply in love with soone.

For most people, this would be hard to believe. A demon queen, a succubus queen, actually in love?

But for Noir, it wasn’t surprising at all. Not just him—almost every demon in the entire demon realm knew about this strange and twisted truth.

Nirvana had a huge mother complex.

Yes, she was madly in love with her own mother. Not in a pure or family way—but a romantic, obsessive way

Being in love with her own biological mother? Sothing that would make most beings feel sick or uncomfortable.

But who could say anything against her?

She was the mighty fourth demon king—Nirvana, the first succubus.

Still, one mystery always remained. Who was her mother?

Nirvana was the first succubus ever born. So how could she even have a mother? No one had ever found an answer to that question.

Noir didn’t waste ti thinking about it. He was injured, tired, and weak. So he explained everything quickly. Of course, he left out so details—he wasn’t stupid. But he shared the important parts.

Then he said firmly, “So what do you think? I’m ready to accept any condition.”

Nirvana looked thoughtful, rubbing her smooth chin as she listened.

anwhile, Noir was secretly studying her too.

“So this is what she looks like?” he wondered. “No… that’s impossible. They say Nirvana’s appearance changes based on her thoughts, Any shape, Colour or size. So say… you only see her in the form of the woman you secretly desire most.”

That made Noir feel a little awkward. “Wait… does that an this is my type of woman? A human-looking girl with no horns and huge breasts?”

He wanted to sigh, but kept it inside.

Then, Nirvana spoke again, her tone dreamy and soft.

“You know… after thousands of years, I finally found a tiny trace of my mother. That’s why I’m in a good mood today…”

Her cheeks turned slightly red. Just thinking about her mother made her heart race.

Suddenly, she clicked her fingers.

In an instant, all three of them were teleported into a large, dimly lit room.

The space was filled with expensive furniture, glowing candles, and magical items. But one thing stood out more than anything else—the giant painting on the wall.

It was a painting of a woman.

Not Nirvana. Not Catherine.

But soone else.

Soone far more beautiful than either of them.

Noir didn’t dare to look at it. He lowered his head, trying to show respect and stay calm.

Nirvana walked closer to the painting and pointed toward it.

“Just answer

this,” she said in a quiet but sharp voice. “Do you know anything about my mother?”

Noir kept his head down. He hadn’t even looked at the painting properly.

But he didn’t need to.

Not only him but any demon king had no idea.

“I… I don’t know anything,” he said honestly, shaking his head.

In an instant, Nirvana’s face twisted with anger and disgust.

“You’re useless,” she snapped. “I wasted my ti.”

She turned away sharply and gave a simple command.

“Catherine. Kill him.”

The tall succubus beside her—Catherine—nodded and calmly pulled out a glowing sword from thin air.

“W-Wait! Please!” Noir cried out in panic. “We can still trade sothing—anything! You na it!”

But Catherine’s expression didn’t change at all. Her face remained cold and blank.

She raised her sword and said in a calm, almost sad voice, “My lady has everything… except her mother.”

And then she pierced the sword straight into Noir’s stomach.

Blood poured out like a broken fountain. His body, already so weak and broken, couldn’t take it anymore. He fell to the ground, dying.

Catherine didn't look twice and turned back and walked towards nirvana and leave.

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His vision blurred. His breath grew shallow.

As he fell, his head turned slightly, and for the first ti, his eyes landed on the giant painting on the wall.

The woman in the painting sat on a golden throne. She wore a red dress that hugged her body perfectly. Her hair was long and red like flas, and her eyes were a warm reddish-brown.

Her skin was creamy and glowing. Her lips were soft and juicy.

Her beauty was impossible to describe. Not even Nirvana or Catherine could compare to her.

She was the most seductive woman in existence.

Her expression was cold and playful, like she was looking down on all life with a mocking smirk.

Noir’s eyes widened in shock.

His fingers twitched.

He lifted a trembling hand and pointed at the painting, as if trying to say sothing.

And in the next second, he died.

Just like that.

The fifth demon king, Noir, died with his eyes wide open, still staring at the mysterious woman in the painting.

The last thing he ever saw was her.

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Just as Catherine and Nirvana were about to leave the room, Catherine took one last glance at Noir’s body.

But suddenly, she froze. Her closed eyes had her pupils going back and forth.

“My lady! Look!” she called out quickly.

Nirvana stopped walking and turned around. Her gaze followed Catherine’s and landed on Noir’s body.

His eyes were wide open, even in death.

His finger… was pointing straight at the painting of her mother.

Nirvana’s heart jumped in her chest. In a panic, she rushed back to Noir and grabbed his torn shirt collar.

“You! What do you know?” she shouted.

She shook his body violently, her voice breaking with fear and desperation.

“Tell , you bastard!”

She turned to Catherine with a crazed look in her eyes.

“Channel his spirit! Bring him back! If he’s in hell, we’ll go to hell and drag him back if we have to!”

Catherine gave a sharp nod and quickly placed her hands on Noir’s chest.

She began to chant in a strange and twisted language. Her voice echoed with eerie whispers—words that made the air feel heavy and wrong. Even just hearing them could drive a person insane.

After about half a minute, Catherine stopped.

Her eyes were still closed but Her expression was filled with disappointnt.

“I’m sorry… we’re too late,” she said quietly. “His soul has already reached the door of rebirth and reincarnation. It can’t be pulled back now.”

She lowered her head in guilt.

Nirvana’s entire body trembled with rage.

She clenched her fists, her sharp nails digging into her palms.

Then she threw her head back and scread.

“FUCK!”

The shout was so powerful that it sent a shockwave through the room, shaking the floor and walls.

Her breathing grew heavy and sharp. Her eyes flicked left and right, looking for sothing—anything—to release her anger.

Then, in a flash of magic, she summoned a whip into her hand.

But this was no normal whip.

It had glowing red runes all over it, and sharp spikes sticking out from every part. It was a weapon ant for pain—used for punishnt, not battle.

Without hesitation, she handed the whip to Catherine.

“Do it,” she ordered, her voice cold and steady.

Catherine hesitated, shocked by the command.

“But… didn’t we already do this yesterday?”

She bit her lip nervously.

Even with her eyes closed, she could feel Nirvana’s sharp glare.

It was like a knife pressing against her neck.

Catherine gulped. She lowered her head and accepted the whip.

Nirvana didn’t say another word. She simply dropped down onto all fours on the floor, like an animal.

Her long pink hair spilled over her shoulders. Her back was bare and waiting.

Catherine stepped forward, raised the cruel whip high into the air…

Whack!

The sound of the whip cracking across Nirvana’s back echoed through the room like thunder.

As she brought the whip down again, she spoke the words Nirvana always demanded to hear.

“Atone for your sins… You filthy, worthless daughter.”