I Took A Succubus's First Time

Kouhei was losing his mind with discomfort. Right now, Saonji was in his bathroom… taking a bath. He hadn't even processed what had happened. One second she said she wanted to take a bath, and the next, he had somehow agreed without thinking. By the time the bathroom door clicked shut behind her, it hit him. She's really in there.

He was on the couch, shifting nervously. His body trembled with every movement. The couch, way too big for someone living alone, felt like it was closing in on him as he stared blankly at the TV.

I can't believe this. Saonji-san is really here. A-And she's taking a bath… in my bathroom.

Kouhei couldn't wrap his head around it. This was something he had never expected in his entire life. It felt like he had burned through all the luck he'd ever have, all in one go. But why the hell is this even happening?

***

In the bathroom, Saonji stood beneath the hot spray of water, her skin glistening as the droplets cascaded down her body. Her hair, soaked through, clung to her face, framing her expressionless features. Warmth bloomed between her thighs, a familiar heat spreading through her groin, urging her to do something about it. She let her fingers trail down, brushing against her pussy, and instantly felt the slickness there.

She brought her fingers up, parting them slightly, and watched as a thin string of liquid stretched between them. Even under the steady stream of water, her juices kept flowing, unstoppable, constant. It was a wetness that seemed endless.

Being a succubus meant that when she was aroused, her body responded in ways that normal humans couldn't imagine. She'd get wet—so wet that it was almost impossible to manage. And once her arousal kicked in, it wouldn't stop until she satisfied it. But even her fingers weren't enough most times. Her libido was far too strong. Sometimes she'd spend hours, even days, masturbating, desperately trying to satisfy the insatiable hunger that burned inside her.

But lately, nothing had triggered her. That was, until today. Today, her body felt alive with lust. Her pussy throbbed, her juices flowing nonstop. Her fingers weren't going to cut it. She needed something more, something to relieve this overwhelming desire that pulsed through her veins.

Even though she was a succubus, she had been starved of sex for what felt like an eternity. The hunger had gnawed at her for so long, the desperate craving to feel someone's body against hers, but the cruel reality of her touch always held her back. Just a single moment of contact, and they'd die. But now, the chance had finally arrived—she could actually have sex.

"I can have sex…" The words left her lips before she even realized it.

She had resigned herself to being a virgin forever, but now, the day had come. Finally, she could have sex. There was no way in hell she was going to waste this opportunity.

***

She sat down next to him, sliding in so close their legs nearly touched. Kouhei tensed up, shifting away nervously. It wasn't that he didn't like her being so close. It was that he liked it too much. He was scared that something inside him might snap, that he'd lose control and do something fucking stupid. But Saonji didn't care—she slid even closer, her leg brushing his.

Kouhei's throat tightened, and he forced himself to swallow. "Uh, S-Saonji-san?"

"What?"

"W-Why did you decide to come to my place? I-I mean, we barely talk in class, and I'm not exactly the kind of guy you'd do this with."

Saonji sighed, her eyes boring into him. "I already told you, didn't I? I want to know more about the person who can survive my touch. I want to know where they live, who's in their life, and what kind of person they really are. I want to understand you better."

Her hand reached up, gently brushing against his cheek. The coolness of her fingers sent a shock through Kouhei, his heart pounding in his chest as heat flooded his face. He blushed hard, unable to hide it.

"Can't you understand that already?" Saonji's voice dropped to a husky whisper as she leaned in, her face so close now that Kouhei could feel the heat of her breath against his skin. His pulse quickened. The scent of her freshly washed body hit him full force—subtle but potent, like a drug that sent a rush straight to his head. It was intoxicating—so much so that Kouhei felt a familiar tightness in his pants. The closeness, the warmth radiating off her body—it all combined to stir something primal in him.

Panicking, Kouhei jerked his gaze away, scooting back from her, though his body screamed at him not to. "Uh, I think I understand," he stammered. "So basically… you're a succubus, right? Something that drains the life force from anyone you touch? And, uh, the fact that you can touch me without killing me… you see that as some kind of anomaly?"

"Yes," she breathed. "I'm a succubus. But not just any succubus. I'm different. I'm special."

"Special?" he repeated, daring to glance back at her.

"Normally, succubi drain life by visiting people in their dreams and having sex with them in the dream world," she explained. "But me? I just have to touch someone. One touch, and I drain their life completely. They die."

Kouhei swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He stared into her red, jewel-like eyes, the glow in them deepening. They seemed to swirl, pulling him in like a black hole, impossible to resist. He couldn't look away.

"I could kill someone with ease," she whispered. "But that's the problem. Killing is too easy for me. I'm the last surviving member of the primordial succubi. That makes me the head of my clan—the only member. I have a duty to preserve our bloodline, to have as many children as possible. But I can't do it." She paused. "Because every time I touch someone, I kill them. I can't have sex. I can't produce children. It's a curse. And I can't just go around killing whoever I want, not with Valhalla keeping a close eye on us."