I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 44: Touch Me

Kouhei's training with Aria had finally wrapped up, leaving him bone-tired. His muscles throbbed from too many sword swings, a dull ache running through his arms and shoulders.

Feels like they're about to fall off, he thought, wincing as he stretched.

Aria's training wasn't brutal. She wasn't a Spartan teacher. But he'd promised himself he'd take it seriously, putting in far more effort than he expected. Now his muscles screamed in protest. But strangely, he liked it. It was proof he was actually working toward something real, pushing himself closer to his goals.

After a quick bath to wash off the day's exhaustion, he headed to his room—only to find someone already inside. The figure was seated on the edge of his bed, appearing to be asleep. White hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Her long eyelashes, as pale as her hair, rested delicately against her cheeks. She looked peaceful, almost like she belonged in a painting.

Hina.

Her choice of attire was… stunning. She wore an alluring, nearly see-through negligee, with black lingerie barely hidden beneath the delicate fabric. Kouhei swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. Just a few days ago, he had been with her, intimately, their bodies entangled in a way that he could hardly believe had actually happened. Those memories, so raw and vivid, now resurfaced with her sitting there like this.

Hina's figure was hard to ignore, with her full breasts and curves so inviting. The delicate fabric clung to her body, bringing back every memory of their heated moments together. His throat tightened as he recalled all the things they'd done, the things she'd let him do. But after a moment, he forced himself to look away, trying to get his pulse under control.

Why was she here? he wondered. He doubted she needed anything from him specifically. Maybe she'd mistaken this room for her own. After all, despite it being her family's house, she'd only started living here yesterday. A mix-up wouldn't be that strange.

"I should probably just sleep in the living room," he muttered to himself. But as he turned to leave, his hand brushed the door, making a soft noise.

Hina stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Crimson eyes met his, her gaze settling on him just as he was about to exit the room.

"Okumura Kouhei…" she murmured, still half-asleep but watching him intently.

"I-It's not what you think, Saonji-san," he stammered, feeling caught. "I didn't come to your room. It's just... you might have mistaken this room for someone else's."

Hina tilted her head, a hint of confusion crossing her face. "This is your room, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm not mistaken."

Kouhei's mind short-circuited, his thoughts whirling in overdrive. Wait… was she implying that she came to my room on purpose?

He was right. After talking to Yuuna, Hina had been given a piece of advice on how to sort out her feelings. Yuuna had told her to visit his room tonight, dressed in something alluring. Though she didn't fully understand how this would reveal her feelings, she'd gone along with it anyway, hoping it would bring clarity.

Hina didn't know if her feelings for Kouhei were simply lust or something deeper, something like love. At times, she'd catch herself staring at him with unmistakable intent, craving him in a way that made her body ache. That came naturally to her, of course, since she was a succubus. But then there were moments—moments when she'd see him with other girls—that her chest would tighten, an unfamiliar pang that hurt in a way she couldn't explain. She didn't understand what it meant or why it stirred her. So, tonight, she was here to try to untangle these feelings.

"Are you going out?" she asked softly.

"I-I figured… since you're already here, I should sleep in the living room," Kouhei stammered.

"Why?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.

Her question took Kouhei off guard. It seemed so broad, so open, yet he sensed there was more to it than it seemed. He understood the underlying question—and, though hesitant, he knew his answer.

"I-It's because you're already here, Saonji-san, and I didn't want to disturb you…"

"Is sleeping with me not good?" she pressed, her voice innocent yet pointed.

"I-It's not that, but…" Kouhei's mind raced. Was she trying to tease him? Was this some sort of seductive game she was playing? His heart wanted to accept, but his mind warned him that Hina might just be toying with him. Yet, more than anything, he wanted to know how she truly felt. So, before he realized it, he heard himself ask, "Is it… okay to sleep with you?"

The words escaped before he could hold them back, and a blush immediately rose to his face. If she turned him down, he'd be haunted by the embarrassment of this moment forever.

But then—Hina merely looked at him, her expression unreadable. After a beat, she patted the bed beside her. Kouhei felt relief flood through him as he moved cautiously to sit down next to her, feeling like a stranger in his own skin.

"Okumura Kouhei," Hina murmured. Her hand drifted over and landed on his leg, a gentle touch that made him shiver. He doubted it was intentional. She seemed just as unsure, her fingers lingering without any overt meaning.

"W-What is it, Saonji-san?"

"Is it… okay if you touch me, yourself?" she asked.

Kouhei's heart pounded, and though his hands shook, he nodded. His fingers moved toward her almost instinctively, but he hesitated. "W-Where exactly… should I touch you?" he asked, his gaze flicking to her chest. Like any guy, he was tempted and his instincts were whispering at him.

"Anywhere you want is fine," Hina replied, her voice unwavering. "Just touch me."

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With his breath shallow, Kouhei reached out again, his hand brushing against her cheek. Her skin, cool at first, warmed under his touch. Hina closed her eyes as if savoring the contact, her expression softening.

"My heart… it's beating faster than usual," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's the same way when I touch you."

Her ruby-red eyes locked onto his, the intensity in them making his pulse hammer.

"It's a strange feeling," she said. After a moment, she added, "I want you to feel it too, to understand what I'm going through."

She gently took his hand from her cheek and moved it down to her chest, resting it over her heart. Kouhei's entire body tensed as he felt the softness beneath his hand, her breast like silk against his skin.

"Can you hear it?" she asked.

But Kouhei understood—this wasn't just a simple question. She was asking him to understand, to listen in a way only he could.

"Yes," he managed, his voice barely audible.

Underneath his hand, her heartbeat pulsed against him, a steady, powerful rhythm that echoed through her chest. Even with the softness and fullness beneath his hand, he could feel it—the steady, relentless beat of her heart.

"I have no idea what this feeling is," Hina murmured, her gaze distant yet fixed on Kouhei. "It's so foreign to me… something I can't grasp or explain. It only seems to happen when I'm with you. I don't know what it is, and it confuses me... but I can't say I dislike it." She paused. "Right now, I feel more alive than ever."

Hina had never known love, never felt warmth even from her own family. Her parents, taken from her too soon, left her alone, a sole survivor bearing the weight of a clan wiped out by fate. She had once hoped to bring life back to her family's name, to have children who would carry on its legacy. But her own ability prevented her from being close to anyone, her touch bringing such intense pleasure that it often led to death by overwhelming ecstasy. She could only wonder if the feeling she had now was love, though part of it felt like raw, intense lust.

It was likely because Kouhei was her first—her first touch, her first taste of intimacy. A maiden who had remained untouched despite her desire, constrained by her own nature, was now finally experiencing something more. And Kouhei was the only one who could bear her touch, the only one who could be close to her without fear. This made her wonder: Was this feeling truly love? Or was it simply an unbridled hunger that had been locked away for so long?

"I want to know," she murmured, her gaze unwavering. "I want to know if my heart has thawed, if I'm capable of anything beyond lust. I want to understand if what I feel for you is something deeper."

Before she could say more, Kouhei closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a sudden, deep kiss. She gasped softly, her body tensing, then relaxing into him, her heart pounding as their mouths met. Kouhei's kiss was warm, consuming—filled with an affection so genuine it left her breathless. He couldn't hold himself back; the intensity of his feelings for her had simply burst forth. Right now, Hina was baring her heart, and he responded instinctively, telling her without words how deeply he cared.

As he pulled back, a thin strand of saliva lingered between them, connecting them for a moment longer before it broke, the delicate thread snapping as he retreated.

"Your feelings…" he whispered, his gaze steady, voice filled with certainty. "They're more than just lust, Saonji-san. You can feel so much more."