I Took A Succubus's First Time

Okumura Kouhei woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling. It wasn't the one he usually saw each morning—this one was pristine white, with an almost regal elegance to it, its details finely crafted. Beneath him, the mattress felt way too soft, wrapping him in a kind of luxury he wasn't used to, like he was sinking into a cloud.

"Right, I fell asleep here. In the Sarushima Mansion," he muttered under his breath, piecing together last night's events.

After Sarushima had gathered the other student council members, she laid out the situation, explaining that Kouhei would be staying in her mansion for his safety. She even suggested that the other members could drop by sometimes to help keep watch over him.

"…Ngh…"

A soft, husky moan drifted through the air, catching his ear and sending a shiver down his spine. He hesitated but eventually turned his head, stealing a timid glance to his side.

"Zzz... Zzz…"

Beside him, a golden-haired beauty slept soundly, her bare skin barely concealed by the sheets… and she was completely naked. His breath caught in his throat. And then it hit him—he was naked too. He only realized that when he saw her lying beside him, her smooth form rising and falling with each gentle breath.

Her snow-white skin practically glowed in the morning light, smooth and flawless like polished marble. She looked like something out of a dream, a vision of sensuality right there in his bed. And there was no denying who she was. Sarushima Yuuna, the president of the student council, was lying beside him, exposed and unguarded.

"Wha—!?"

His voice came out in a strangled yelp, and he nearly tumbled off the bed in his panic, heart pounding in his chest.

"Ngh… Is it morning already?" Sarushima mumbled, her voice like a sleepy purr as she shifted under the covers. She opened her eyes slowly, those cool, golden irises locking onto his.

"Oh, good morning, Okumura-kun."

"P-President, w-what are you doing here?" His voice cracked, stumbling over his words as he tried to piece together how any of this made sense.

"I'm here because you're in danger, and I'm supposed to protect you. And since you were going to sleep, I thought I'd watch over you. But even though I'm a creature of the night, I get tired sometimes, so I decided to sleep beside you instead. And, well, I usually sleep naked, so…" Sarushima explained casually, rising from the bed with feline grace, reaching down to retrieve her pajamas from the floor.

The sheets slipped off her body, fully exposing her curves in the soft morning glow. He had seen everything last night, but in the daylight, it felt more intense. Her narrow waist, the perfect contour of her legs, the smooth curve of her thighs, her round, firm buttocks… and of course, those full, heavy breasts, with her nipples peeking out, catching the light.

"P-President, p-please put on your clothes!" Okumura pleaded, clapping his hands over his eyes, his face flushed a deep red.

"What's the point? You've already seen everything, haven't you?" she teased, a sly smile spreading across her lips. Her gaze dropped, and she noticed the telltale bulge pressing against the blanket over his lap.

"Oh, look at that! You're hard!" she declared, her tone dripping with mischief.

Kouhei's hands pressed down harder against the tent in the blanket, his face burning hotter than ever. "T-This is natural! It's morning, after all!" he stammered, trying to explain away his embarrassment.

Her smile widened, turning almost predatory. "Then, want me to calm it down for you?" she asked, her voice sultry, edged with a dangerous playfulness.

Kouhei felt his throat tighten, a lump forming as he swallowed hard. Is she serious?

"Well, it looks like you're finally done resisting me. That's good. It means we can strengthen our bond even more." Her voice was low, dripping with intent as she reached for the edge of the blanket covering his crotch. But just as her fingers brushed the fabric—

"It's time for breakfast! You two, get to the dining room, now!" A voice rang out, sharp and insistent, cutting through the charged atmosphere like a knife. Kouhei turned to see a woman who looked about his age, though considering how some others like Saonji had lived decades longer than they seemed, she might be much older than she appeared. Her black hair was neatly tied into a bun, and she wore an apron over her clothes, a no-nonsense expression on her face as she stared them down.

"My, Kozue is a bit of a nuisance, isn't she?" Sarushima teased, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she glanced at Kozue, who was fuming in the doorway.

"Please, President, don't make a mess so early in the morning," Kozue snapped back, her tone cutting and eyes narrowed. She could tell exactly what Sarushima had in mind for Okumura—especially with the President standing there in all her naked glory.

"It's none of your concern, Kozue," Sarushima shot back, her voice smooth as silk. "Well, we've been interrupted, so why don't we head to the dining room for breakfast instead?"

"S-Sure," Okumura stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to regain some composure.

It all still felt like a wild dream—living in a mansion, surrounded by beautiful women, and being the only guy among them. He knew his situation was perilous, and that the strange circumstances had forced him to stay here, but that didn't stop his heart from racing in his chest, each beat drumming faster than he could keep up with.

And, well, who could blame him? Sarushima had jerked him off just yesterday, and the day before that, he had fucked Saonji.

It was all surreal, impossible even, but standing here now, tangled in this strange reality, he couldn't deny it. As he stepped into the dining room, he spotted two familiar figures already seated at the table.

"Oh? You're up early, Hina. And Ruriko, too?"

Saonji Hina sat primly at the table, her delicate hands already picking at the breakfast laid before her. Next to her sat a girl who Okumura barely recognized. Maybe he hadn't noticed her before because she was a first-year, or perhaps he had always been too distracted by Saonji during school announcements.

This must be… the first-year representative on the student council, he thought. Right… Her name is Ichigaya Ruriko, right?

Ichigaya Ruriko. Her sleek black hair framed her pale face perfectly, and her crimson eyes gleamed with an eerie, otherworldly glow—like pools of blood. As she took a slow bite of her breakfast, Okumura caught sight of the fangs peeking out from between her lips, a reminder of her true nature.

"Ruriko, like me, is a vampire," Sarushima said casually, a proud lilt in her voice. "But unlike her, my bloodline is far superior. My family has long held the title of the greater vampire lineage—nobler, more powerful. Ruriko's family, on the other hand, is part of the lesser noble line."

Okumura's gaze lingered on Ruriko, taking in her ethereal appearance. Noticing his stare, Ruriko met his eyes with a cold, piercing look, chewing her food slowly and deliberately.

"Tsk. Don't you dare look at Ruriko-chan like that. Disgusting," snapped a voice, sharp and venomous. The speaker stepped into the room, balancing a tray loaded with food, utensils, and plates as she set everything down with a loud clatter.

It was Touyama Kozue, her expression icy as she glared daggers at Okumura, her disgust clear.

"I won't let you lay a finger on any more of us! And I'm definitely not letting you get close to Hina-chan!" she barked, her voice rising with a fierce edge. "The President might be impossible to control, especially with how stubborn she is, but I swear, you'll have to trample over my dead body before you get anywhere near us again! And don't even think about trying to touch any of us! You hear me, you pervert?!"