I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 209: I Want More

Chapter 209: I Want More

“Kouhei-kun…” Misuzu whispered, her voice barely holding together as her legs wobbled beneath her. Each shaky breath she drew was thick with heat, her chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm. Her womb still throbbed from the thick load of cum that swirled inside her, coating her insides and leaking slowly from her stretched, thoroughly used pussy.

A soft, wet sound accompanied the viscous liquid as it dripped down her inner thighs, gravity pulling the mixture of his cum and her own gooey arousal down to the cold floor of the train. The slick sound it made when it hit the hard surface sent a small shiver down her spine.

Just in time—before the brakes hissed and the train jerked to a stop—Kouhei slipped his thick, still-wet cock out of her. A wet pop echoed faintly in the enclosed train car. His shaft, still rigid and glistening with their mixed fluids, twitched slightly as it left her warmth. As the doors hissed open and a gust of outside air rolled in, they quickly scrambled to fix their clothes. Fingers trembled, breathing was still ragged, but somehow, they managed to put themselves together without attracting any attention.

This was their station. The one they needed to reach. Without a word, they stepped off the train, blending in with the crowd despite the carnal heat still clinging to them like invisible steam.

Their faces were flushed, but it wasn’t from embarrassment. No. It was the fire burning in their bodies. It was the lingering arousal that refused to cool. The raw desire that still pulsed just beneath their skin. The two of them had not reached the high they craved. They had stopped too soon. It wasn’t enough. Not even close.

As they walked down the station corridor, a silence lingered between them. But then, they stopped—simultaneously—as their eyes fell upon a restroom sign. A glance passed between them. No words. Just understanding.

Before they could think twice, they were inside the women’s restroom. One of the stalls stood empty, and fortune was clearly on their side—no one else was here. The place was eerily quiet, just the faint hum of fluorescent lights above and the subtle echo of their footsteps on tile.

They hurried inside the stall, pulling the door shut and twisting the lock into place with urgency. Time was a luxury they couldn’t afford—not when lust was clawing at their insides.

Without hesitation, Kouhei unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was still rock hard, throbbing with need. Despite cumming inside her minutes ago, it hadn’t softened in the slightest. As he suspected, one round hadn’t been nearly enough to satisfy either of them. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Misuzu was soaked. Unbearably wet. Her panties clung to her skin like a second layer, slick with fluids. The dampness between her legs made her squirm with discomfort. She hesitated for just a moment, then began to undress.

Even though she had let him inside her before—even though he had already seen her body in the heat of passion—this felt different. This was daylight. This was clear. She was stripping for him, not hidden in shadows or masked by crowded chaos. The thought made her skin tingle with embarrassment.

Her fingers unclasped her bra, and her breasts bounced slightly as they were freed, the sudden exposure making her nipples tighten instinctively. Then she peeled off her soaked panties. As the fabric slid down her legs, a string of thick love juices stretched from her pussy to the crotch, glistening before it finally snapped. She stepped out of them, one leg at a time, and stood there… naked under the harsh lighting.

Her arms instinctively tried to cover her chest, one arm tucked beneath her breasts, the hand gripping the other arm tightly. Her skin flushed a shade deeper. She looked utterly embarrassed.

And yet… she was breathtaking.

As expected of a professional model, her figure was stunning. Her curves were sculpted, toned in all the right places. Every part of her body looked like it had been carved to perfection, the product of both natural beauty and relentless discipline. Kouhei’s eyes wandered, drinking her in.

He swallowed hard, the sound of it audible in the silence. His throat was dry.

“Your body is beautiful, Misuzu-san…” he said, his voice low and full of awe. He clenched his jaw to stop himself from blurting the cruder thought that had nearly escaped… What an erotic body…

“T-Thank you…” she replied, her face flushed with a deeper red. “I always take good care of my figure.”

It was to be expected—she was an actress, after all. Her body was her craft.

They moved closer, their bodies drawn to each other like magnets. When their lips met, the kiss was slow but heavy with desire. Their tongues entwined, teasing and dancing, swapping spit as their passion grew hotter. Kouhei’s hands found her hips, firm and shapely beneath his palms, and he gripped them tightly.

He began rubbing his cock against her slick pussy lips. The heat between them was almost scalding. Her folds were so soaked that his cock glided effortlessly along her entrance, sliding back and forth with wet sounds.

“Ah… Ah… Hnnn… Nghh…”

Every grind made her gasp. The head of his cock pressed against her pussy and nudged against her womb from the outside. She could feel it—so close—and it made her tremble with anticipation.

“K-Kouhei-kun…” she breathed, her voice like molten silk. Her eyes burned with a lustful glaze as she looked up at him. Then, slowly, she reached down and spread her pussy lips open with her fingers, exposing her swollen entrance. A heavy string of slick juices oozed out, mixed with the white, creamy remnants of his earlier cum.

“Please… enter me…” she said.

Kouhei’s hands slid around Misuzu’s curvy hips, fingers digging possessively into the smooth flesh of her plump ass. His grip was firm, claiming her body without hesitation. Then, he guided his throbbing cock toward her wet, quivering slit which was already spread and dripping, practically begging to be filled.

Then, slowly, inch by thick inch, her hungry pussy devoured him.

“Nnn, hnggghh, haaah, aaaah…!”

Her voice broke with a sweet, aching moan as her walls clenched greedily around his length. Her eyes rolled back, glassy and lost in a haze of raw bliss. And then… Kouhei slammed himself forward, bottoming out in one brutal thrust, the blunt head of his cock smashing right against her cervix.

Her face instantly twisted, eyes crossed and tongue lolling out. It was an unmistakable ahegao. That lewd, mindless expression, the same kind Hina always made when she was getting railed senseless. Misuzu wore it now, and wore it perfectly. She looked like a bitch in heat.

“Aaannnn, ngh… Hhnnn, hhhaaa, ahhh, ahhh, aaaaah…”

Unlike earlier on the train, here they had space to move and to lose themselves. The restroom wasn’t exactly private, but it was quiet enough. No eyes watching. No cramped space. Kouhei didn’t hold back and he moved fast and deep, his hips snapping with savage hunger.

And with them facing each other, standing so close, every thrust buried him to the hilt, hitting spots inside her she hadn’t even known existed.

Misuzu’s thoughts were dissolving like sugar in hot water. Her brain was going numb from the overwhelming stimulation. She couldn’t focus and couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. But one truth screamed louder than everything else.

‘Ahhh…! I think… I’m going to cum…’

Every time Kouhei’s cock slammed into her cervix, it felt like an electric jolt shot through her. Her entire body trembled, her toes curled, her muscles tensed. Her climax was racing toward her, relentless and unstoppable.

‘More… I want more…’

She didn’t think and her body just moved. One leg lifted, snaking around his waist, clinging to him like her life depended on it. She didn’t even realize she’d done it. Her need was too deep and too primal. She was starving for it. Drowning in it.

Kouhei kept hammering into her, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Her cervix was taking a beating. Her soaked walls pulsed around him, the inner ridges of her pussy hugging his cock, milking him, desperate for more. Her head felt like it might explode from the dopamine flooding her brain, pleasure turning into something almost unbearable.

“Aaah, ahhh… haaa… Hnnn, hhnnn, hnn, hnn, hhhaaa…”

The woman now moaning and twitching under Kouhei’s thrusts wasn’t the graceful, refined Misuzu. No. Her face was twisted in pure ecstasy, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth, eyes rolling, cheeks flushed, and lips parted in breathless cries. She looked completely fucked stupid. And that sight alone made something dark and powerful awaken in Kouhei… a possessive, hungry thrill that surged through his veins.

But then…

“Right? I mean, it’s not like I liked him or anything, and him breaking up with me is actually a good thing. It means I can finally go after the senpai in my department.”

“You really are such a slut~.”

Voices.

‘Someone’s coming in…!?’

Misuzu’s entire body went stiff. Her eyes widened slightly in alarm. The sound of heels clicking against the tile. Laughter. Two girls, chatting casually. It was the worst timing.

They were in the women’s restroom of the station. Of course others would come.

But while her mind panicked, her pussy betrayed her. Her walls clenched down hard, tightening around Kouhei’s cock like a vice. She was squeezing him, gripping him so tight it felt like she was trying to milk every last drop from his balls.