I Took A Succubus's First Time

Kouhei swallowed hard.

His mind went completely blank.

His body locked up.

It felt like his soul had been drop-kicked into a pit of confusion and arousal, and he couldn't tell anymore if he was in heaven, hell, or the most dangerous gray zone in between.

This felt like a trap. No—a whole goddamn minefield disguised as a dream.

And somehow, he'd walked straight into it.

"Ah…!" he snapped to attention, panic setting in. "I'm sorry!"

He started to push himself off her, scrambling to lift his weight off her body—

But then—

"Wait!"

Her voice came sharp, firm, catching him mid-motion.

His body froze as he felt something wrap around his waist.

Yui's legs.

She'd locked him in place with her thighs, her bare skin pressing against him through the thin layers of fabric.

"Eh…?"

Kouhei looked down at her, wide-eyed, utterly stunned.

"Stay like this," she whispered, eyes gleaming with something that sent a chill down his spine. "Don't you want that?"

The karaoke track in the background ended with a chime, leaving behind a sudden silence.

And in that silence, Kouhei could hear it—

His heart, slamming against his chest like it was ready to burst free. Every thud echoed through his entire body, louder than the music had ever been. His breath came shallow, nerves shot, brain scrambled.

He was close—too close. To her scent. Her warmth. Her skin. Her lips.

And she was smiling beneath him, as if she knew exactly what kind of storm she had just pulled him into.

"Y-Yui-chan, what are you doing…? This is…"

His voice trembled as the words left his lips, uneven and tight in his throat.

Yui leaned in close, her breath warm against his skin as her lips hovered just beside his ear. A soft whisper escaped her mouth, low and sultry.

"Don't you want to?"

The moment her breath caressed the sensitive skin of his ear, a violent shiver surged through Kouhei's spine.

Goosebumps danced across his skin, and his heart thudded heavily inside his chest, the rhythmic pounding so loud it nearly drowned out everything else.

There was something disarming in the way she spoke.

A sweetness layered with something... deeper. Something primal.

And that mixture made his entire body tremble, as if her voice alone could unravel him.

"I-It's not like I don't want to, but…"

"But what?" she asked, her tone deceptively innocent, but her eyes shimmered with mischief.

"Uh… Isn't this kind of an awkward place to do it?"

"So you do want to do it?"

Her voice curled around the words like silk, teasing him and pressing him. Kouhei's brows furrowed slightly.

What did she mean do it?

Well, there was only one thing that came to mind. The obvious answer—sex.

He swallowed thickly.

He and Yui had been together for quite some time now. Months had passed—maybe even half a year—since they'd started dating.

And in that time, they'd grown closer, more intimate, to the point where crossing that next threshold no longer felt like a question of if, but when.

It was a natural progression. Or at least, it should have been.

Some relationships never moved forward. They stayed still, lifeless, and eventually withered away. That's why passion—spice—was important. A spark to keep things alive. Fresh. And real.

Moments like this… they were bound to happen.

Still, even as he acknowledged all of that, Kouhei found himself hesitating. His mind was swirling with emotions, thoughts, and unnamed fears.

"I'm not sure about this," he admitted quietly.

"Why not?" Yui asked with a small, knowing smile curving her lips. "I can clearly tell that you want this too. I can feel it rubbing up against me, right against my crotch. Or are you going to pretend that's just my imagination?"

She tilted her head, eyes playfully daring.

"Because if it is, then wow… that's super embarrassing for me."

He winced.

She wasn't imagining it. Not even close.

Kouhei was painfully hard. His dick was stiff, pulsing, pressing up against her through the thin fabric between them. The tension between them was thick enough to choke on.

And right now, he was wedged between a rock and a hard place—both figuratively and quite literally.

He had no reason to pull away. Not a single logical one.

Yet something held him back.

A nagging feeling at the back of his mind. Not quite fear. Not quite doubt. It was like an itch he couldn't reach—deep, internal and almost invisible. But the more he tried to ignore it, the more unbearable it became.

It was like scratching at skin until it reddens and swells—until it became raw and stinging—but the itch never goes away. No matter how much you claw at it, it stays.

And Kouhei… he kept scratching.

He wanted to understand what that feeling was. Why it clung to him so tightly.

But he didn't know.

And because of that uncertainty, he couldn't just leap blindly into this moment. As much as he wanted to.

Strangely, it felt like his first time.

Which was weird.

Because it wasn't supposed to be.

He could've sworn he'd done this before. He'd been in this very situation. That he'd held someone close, touched them, and felt their breath mix with his.

But who? When?

The memory danced just out of reach, hazy and fragile. He tried to grasp it, but it slipped through his fingers like mist.

Then Yui, noticing the vacant look in his eyes, narrowed her own.

"You're thinking about something else again…" she said, her voice edged with a faint bite. "Why don't you look at your girlfriend first before anything else?"

There was a flash of vulnerability in her voice.

"Or is my body not enough for you?" she asked, her tone dropping slightly. "Is it… my face?"

"No! It's not that, really. It's just…"

"It's just what, senpai?"

"What can I even say? I-It's my first time doing this, so…"

"It's also my first time," she responded quietly, but firmly.

That gave him pause.

"This is… your first time, Yui-chan?" Kouhei asked, brows raising in surprise.

She huffed softly, crossing her arms.

"What's with that look? Did you seriously think I was some slut who just goes around fucking anyone? Just so you know, I've been saving it for someone I truly love. And you… you're my first boyfriend, senpai. So of course, this is my first time."

Her expression hardened slightly.

"I should be asking you. Is it really your first time?"

Kouhei hesitated again.

He'd never had a girlfriend before. That much was certain. This should've been new.

But deep inside, something whispered to him. A feeling. A phantom sensation, like déjà vu, wrapping around his thoughts.

Like he had done this before. With someone. Somewhere.

It made no sense. But it wouldn't go away.

"Well," Yui said, cutting through the silence, "whether you're experienced or not doesn't really matter to me."

She lifted her hand gently and cradled his cheek, her fingers warm and soft against his skin. Her touch was gentle and assuring.

"At the end of the day, we love each other so much that this feels right. And with you holding me like this, I know you'll lead me through it."

Then she leaned in and kissed him.

Their lips met in a soft, lingering touch. It was familiar.

This wasn't their first kiss.

No, he remembered the first one. It was back at his apartment. She had leaned in so suddenly, kissed him shyly, and then pulled away, flustered. Her lips had tasted like lemon drops—sweet with a hint of citrus tang.

And afterward, her cheeks turned a deep shade of red. She couldn't even look him in the eye.

Now, after this kiss, she was blushing again.

Her gaze flickered nervously—first to the side, then slowly back to him. Her lips parted ever so slightly as she whispered in a voice so soft, it could barely be heard.

"G-Go on… Eat me up, senpai…"

Her slender fingers moved with purpose, reaching out until they found his hand.

With a tender but deliberate motion, she guided it toward her chest, slipping it beneath the fabric of her clothes with unspoken permission. The moment his palm touched her breast, time seemed to still.

It was warm… soft… impossibly soft.

Her breasts settled perfectly in his hand—like they were meant to be there, like his palm was the mold they were shaped for. The weight, the texture, the gentle give of her flesh against his skin—it sent a shiver down his spine.

He could feel every heartbeat. Every breath. The faint rise and fall of her chest beneath his touch.

It felt so real. So right. So insanely good.

His fingers twitched slightly, and her body responded—just subtly, but enough to let him know she felt it too.

He didn't want to stop. He wanted to drown in this feeling, to lose himself in this warmth, to stay in this moment forever and forget the world around them.

Just then, he felt her thighs curl around his waist, her legs tightening like silk ropes as they pulled him closer.

Her body pressed firmly against his, grinding—purposefully—rubbing against the bulge in his pants. He gasped slightly, the sensation of her heat against his cock sending a jolt of pleasure shooting up his spine.

She was teasing him, grinding on him on purpose, and she knew exactly what she was doing. His dick, now rock-hard and confined within his pants, was rubbing against her most intimate spot—separated only by the thinnest layers of clothing.