I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 207: Thigh Job On The Train

Chapter 207: Thigh Job On The Train

“Should I help you calm it down?”

“H-Huh?” Kouhei’s thoughts came to a grinding halt, his brain momentarily short-circuiting. Calm it down? What… what did she mean by that in this kind of situation?

“Shh… Don’t say a word. Don’t move either, or we might get caught. Someone could notice us,” Misuzu whispered softly, her voice a sultry hush as she raised a finger to her lips, urging silence. The subtle glint in her eyes, the teasing curve of her mouth—everything about her screamed dangerous temptation.

Then, without another word, her slender fingers slid down toward his crotch, graceful yet precise. She grasped the zipper of his pants, fingers moving delicately, unzipping it with the kind of skill and subtlety that suggested she knew exactly what she was doing. Her movements were calculated, silent—stealthy enough that no one in the tightly packed train car even turned their head.

Kouhei watched, entranced, as those perfectly manicured hands pulled the zipper down inch by inch. Just that simple action made his throat dry, parched like he’d swallowed sand. His heart thundered in his chest, beating against his ribcage with each passing second.

Then finally—finally—Misuzu freed his cock from the tight fabric that had been holding it hostage. The cool air hit the hot flesh, sending a jolt of sensation through him.

“Misuzu-san… I don’t think this is appropriate,” he said, his voice low, strained, breath hitching in his throat. “What if we get caught?” freёnovelkiss.com

He wasn’t concerned about himself. No—his thoughts were on her. Misuzu. If anyone noticed, if someone took a picture, spread a rumor, anything—it could destroy her image. She was a model and an actress, after all. A scandal like this in public… it could ruin everything she’d worked for. Kouhei didn’t care what people thought of him, but the idea of dragging her down because of him—it made his stomach twist with guilt.

“Well, that would only happen if we’re sloppy, wouldn’t it?” Misuzu replied with a soft, mischievous smile. “But you don’t need to worry, Kouhei-kun. If someone does notice, I can just erase their memories of this moment. It’d take some effort, sure, but not impossible. Smart, right?”

“Using your powers for something like this isn’t exactly responsible. Wouldn’t it be better to just let it settle down on its own?”

“But it’s hurting, isn’t it?” she whispered, her voice laced with knowing seduction.

“Well…”

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, she was right. Kouhei did want to cum. The ache had been pulsing within him ever since earlier, the tension in his groin now unbearable. And her scent—it was driving him insane. She smelled divine. That addictive mix of perfume, shampoo, and the heat of her body—it was all too much. The closer she was, the more the urge burned.

“Well, Kouhei-kun?” she purred again, tilting her head slightly to the side, her soft gaze locking with his in a way that completely disarmed him.

He stared at her, the innocent expression on her face mixed with the sheer temptation behind her words. His resistance shattered.

“I… I want to,” he admitted under his breath, defeated.

The moment he said it, Misuzu’s hands moved immediately. She wrapped her soft fingers around the base of his cock, both hands working together in slow, deliberate circles. Her palms glided up and down the length with a rhythm that sent shudders racing up his spine.

The pleasure was so intense, so sudden, Kouhei nearly lost his balance. His knees wobbled slightly, and he had to steady himself. His mind reeled, flooded with sensation, making it hard to think. The world around him became a blur of noise and motion. The cramped train. The bodies pressing around them. None of it mattered.

Kouhei stood just right, his body shielding Misuzu from the sight of others. The angle, the crowd, the noise—it was all working in their favor. Still, it was a public place, and one wrong move, one mistimed glance from a fellow passenger, and everything would come crashing down. But for now… they were safe.

“It’s really hard… Kouhei-kun…” Misuzu whispered again, her breath hot against his chest. She was panting, her voice tinged with arousal. Even she wasn’t immune to the tension between them. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath her bra, straining against the fabric.

“Well… it’s your fault for getting me like this, Misuzu-san,” Kouhei replied, his voice ragged, matching her in breathlessness.

They were both panting now. Their breaths were shallow then fast. Every second that passed only intensified the heat building between them. They didn’t care anymore about the passengers crammed shoulder to shoulder like sardines around them. None of it mattered. Their eyes locked. Their world narrowed to just the two of them.

Misuzu’s hand glided up and down his cock, her movements growing slicker as pre-cum coated his shaft. The wet sound of her stroking him grew more noticeable, yet they didn’t stop. If anything, it fueled their growing desperation.

Their eyes met—fierce, hungry—and in that gaze, it was as if they were already fucking. Just eye contact so thick with lust that it was practically tangible. The heat between them was unbearable. They were both starting to think the same thing—what if it was real? What if they were actually having sex right here and now?

They wanted to have sex with each other.

Kouhei had more experience than the inexperienced, virgin Misuzu. However, that didn’t matter now—he could guide her, gently, steadily, until the two of them naturally flowed together like they were riding the same wave.

Their gazes locked, and in that moment, something invisible pulled them closer. They couldn’t stop it. They didn’t want to stop it.

Without a word, they leaned into one another. And right there, on the train, hidden among the noise and the subtle sways of movement, their lips collided. No one was paying attention to them—either too tired from their day or too immersed in their own little worlds. But for Kouhei and Misuzu, time seemed to freeze. Their kiss wasn’t a shy peck or a fleeting brush. It was intense—sloppy and messy in the best way. Their mouths parted open, tongues snaking out, twirling and tangling around each other. Their saliva mixed, swapped, as their kiss turned into a silent battle of passion and hunger.

After several heart-pounding seconds, they pulled away—panting softly. A thin, glistening string of saliva connected their parted lips, glimmering faintly in the dim train lights. Kouhei wiped it away casually with the back of his hand, brushing it aside as though it were nothing… but their escalating lust told otherwise.

Their eyes met again, but now… their stares burned. Arousal danced in their eyes like flickering flames desperate to consume.

“Kouhei-kun…” Misuzu whispered, her breath warm and shaky. “Allow me to flip myself.”

Kouhei instinctively stepped back a bit, just enough to give her room to move. Misuzu shifted, turning herself around. Now her back pressed against the window of the train, and with that new angle, his cock nestled perfectly between the curves of her ass cheeks, separated only by the teasing barrier of her skirt. The fabric dragged against his shaft just right, creating a delicious friction that made his breath hitch.

The feeling was electrifying and too good.

“Why don’t you do the same thing to me… like you did back then in your bed?” she asked in a hushed voice, every word laced with longing.

What he did back then… she was referring to that thigh job… the one where he had placed his cock between her soft thighs and moved, dragging himself against her warmth until he couldn’t take it anymore. And now… she was asking for that same pleasure again.

Kouhei responded with action. He lowered his hips slowly, letting his cock slide down as the soft fabric of her skirt clung to him. She adjusted herself with ease, guiding him between her smooth thighs. And the moment he slipped in, he felt it and it was tight, snug, and sinfully soft.

It was like sinking into a pair of pillowy marshmallows, only warmer. And wetter.

There was a slickness there—a barely-there dampness that clung to his shaft. She was soaked.

“You’re aroused, Misuzu-san…” Kouhei murmured near her ear, his voice low and teasing. “That’s… honestly kind of cute.”

“Well… it’s your fault for making me like this,” she replied, her words trembling slightly with restraint.

“Then I guess… I’ve got to take responsibility, don’t I?”

With that, he began to move. Slow at first, of course. His cock slid between her thighs, gliding across the tender skin with every thrust lighting fireworks behind his eyes. Her warmth enveloped him, hugging his shaft tighter than any fabric or hand ever could.

And then the train jolted. It was a slight bump on the tracks. That sudden movement made his cock vibrate, trembling right against her soaked pussy lips.

It was unexpected and addictively good.

The subtle vibrations traveled through his shaft, brushing her in all the right places. The stimulation made Misuzu’s knees buckle slightly. She bit down on her finger, hard, trying to stifle the desperate moan that threatened to escape. The pressure against her pussy… even though it was just a thigh job… was dangerously good. Too good. Her body trembled. Her breath hitched. If she wasn’t careful, she might actually let her voice slip.

“Mnn…”

Kouhei kept moving, rocking his hips gently with precision. He was careful not to be obvious… but there was something so fucking thrilling about this. Doing it in public, right in the open, with the risk of getting caught. It was bad and terribly so. But that’s what made it irresistible.

If he wasn’t careful… this feeling might become an addiction.