I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 47: This Feeling Is Incredible

The next morning, Kouhei stirred awake, the soft warmth of another body pressed against him sending a jolt through his half-asleep mind. Hina was curled up beside him, her delicate frame nestled close. Her head rested on his arm, using it as a pillow, and the rise and fall of her chest matched the peaceful rhythm of her breath. The early morning sunlight spilling through the curtains illuminated her serene face, making her look almost otherworldly—angelic, even.

Kouhei's eyes lingered on her soft lips, slightly parted as she slept, and a blush crept up his neck. The memory of last night hit him like a hammer. His chest tightened as the realization settled in again. They had fucked. The reality of what they'd done made his heart race, his body warming as he tried to push the thoughts aside.

As if sensing his gaze, Hina stirred. Her long, white lashes fluttered open, and her piercing red eyes locked onto his.

"G-Good morning, Saonji-san," Kouhei stammered, his voice cracking embarrassingly as he fought to compose himself under her unwavering stare.

Hina's expression was blank for a moment, as though still waking up. Then, understanding flickered in her eyes. Without warning, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss. Her lips were soft but firm. Kouhei's mind went blank, the world around him fading as her taste lingered on his tongue.

When she pulled away, her face remained as calm and unreadable as ever. "Good morning," she said in that same cool, detached tone that somehow only made her more irresistible.

Kouhei's heart pounded like a drum, and his face burned bright red.

'Ah... this feeling... it's incredible...'

The spell was abruptly broken by a sharp knock at the door.

"Hey, it's already morning. If you don't wake up, we'll be late," came Kozue's voice, muffled but unmistakable. Her tone carried an edge of irritation despite her polite words.

Footsteps receded down the hall, leaving an awkward silence in their wake. Hina, ever composed, sat up gracefully, the blanket slipping from her shoulders to reveal tantalizing glimpses of her bare skin before she moved to get dressed.

"Um!" Kouhei blurted out, his voice louder than he intended.

Hina paused mid-step, turning to face him with a small tilt of her head, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity.

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"I'll see you later," he managed.

For a brief moment, something shifted in her gaze—an almost imperceptible warmth flickered before she nodded silently. Then, without another word, she slipped out of the room, leaving Kouhei alone with his thoughts.

The second the door clicked shut, Kouhei rolled onto his back, clutching his pillow as a stupid grin spread across his face. He kicked his legs in a fit of excitement, his body trembling with the sheer thrill of it all. He couldn't stop the muffled squeal that escaped him, sounding like a love-struck maiden lost in her fantasies.

***

At school, Kouhei quickly noticed the difference. No one dared to bother him anymore. Hina's bold declaration had scared them off completely. No one wanted to test her limits, and so they kept their distance. Still, Kouhei couldn't escape their stares.

The judgmental, curious eyes of his classmates followed him everywhere, their silent whispers crawling over his skin. It should have made him uncomfortable, but every time he glanced at Hina, sitting calmly at her desk, he felt a strange sense of peace. Her presence alone was enough to anchor him, even in the chaos of the day.

When the bell rang, signaling the start of class, the door slid open. Kouhei looked up, expecting their usual teacher—but it wasn't him.

Instead, a strikingly beautiful woman stepped into the room, her heels clicking against the floor with authority. Her long black hair flowed down her back like a cascade of silk, her sharp green eyes framed by sleek glasses perched perfectly on her nose. A small mole beneath her left eye only added to her allure, drawing attention to her already mesmerizing face.

All the boy's breaths hitched as their gaze traveled downward. Her figure was impossible to ignore—voluptuous, with curves that seemed almost too perfect to be real. Her blouse clung tightly to her chest, emphasizing her breasts, which were undeniably massive—easily G-cups. She looked to be in her early to mid-twenties.

Clearing her throat, she addressed the class. "Ahem. Good morning, students. Starting today, I'll be your new instructor."

A wave of murmurs swept through the room as confusion took hold.

What happened to Hasegawa-sensei? Kouhei thought, glancing around to see similar bewilderment on his classmates' faces.

The woman adjusted her glasses, her sharp gaze cutting through the chatter. "Hasegawa-sensei has been called away to another city for an extended assignment. As such, I will be stepping in as your temporary instructor."

Her explanation did little to answer the lingering questions, but none of the boys seemed inclined to complain. Having someone as jaw-droppingly gorgeous as her teach them was a hell of a lot better than the grumpy middle-aged man they were used to.

Something gnawed at Kouhei's mind, but he pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present.

"My name is Amemiya Kyouka. For the time being, I will be your temporary instructor, so I hope to get to know all of you. It's a pleasure to meet you," the teacher introduced herself, her voice calm yet commanding.

"Now then, I want all of you to pair up. We're going to have an activity today that requires two people to work together," she announced, scanning the classroom.

Kouhei felt a chill run down his spine. Pairing up? His stomach twisted in dread. Being a loner, this kind of activity was nothing short of a nightmare.

Hina, on the other hand, was swarmed by people eager to be her partner. Of course, no one could actually touch her without risking cumming their brains out or worse—dying from an orgasm overload if the contact lasted too long. But since this activity didn't necessarily require physical touch, there was a real possibility she'd choose someone other than him.

Despite the flurry of invitations, Hina declined every single one without hesitation. Then, to Kouhei's immense relief—and joy—she walked straight toward him.

"Now then, move your seats next to your partner," Amemiya-sensei instructed.

Hina turned to Kouhei with a faint smile. "Let's set our seats here together. I think this spot is better," she suggested, gesturing toward an empty area.

Before she could lift a finger, Kouhei jumped up. "I'll get your seat," he said quickly, grabbing her chair and positioning it beside his.

Hina didn't protest, and soon, they were seated side by side.

Amemiya-sensei's voice cut through the room again. "Actually, I was just kidding about the activity. I just wanted to rearrange the seating and pair everyone up in rows. For those lucky enough to sit next to their crushes—congratulations." Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, and murmurs erupted across the room.

A ripple of regret spread among the students. Some groaned audibly, lamenting missed chances, while others cast envious glares at Kouhei. He could practically feel the heat of their jealousy burning holes into his back.

For Kouhei, this was nothing short of a miracle. Sitting next to Hina was something he never thought would happen, let alone under such circumstances.

"For now, please take good care of me," Hina said, her voice soft but steady as she glanced at him.

"S-Sure," Kouhei stammered, trying not to combust on the spot.

As the class got underway, Kouhei found it increasingly hard to focus. Their shoulders brushed against each other repeatedly, the subtle contact sending jolts of awareness through his body.

Then, out of nowhere, Hina's hand slid onto his leg. Her palm pressed firmly against him.

"Uh…" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

He glanced at her, only to be met with a sly smile curling her lips. That expression was a complete departure from her usual cold, unreadable demeanor. It was so unexpected, so unlike her, that Kouhei felt his brain short-circuit. Is this really happening?

"Um… Saonji-san, you're not going to…, right?"

Kouhei swallowed hard, his throat dry. He had seen this kind of thing before. Or maybe played was the better word. His experience with countless eroge games flashed through his mind, and he knew exactly where this was going. This was one of those moments—the kind that only happened in fantasies. Under-the-table stuff, his thoughts screamed.

He didn't expect Hina, of all people, to be this bold. But then again, she was a succubus. Decades of pent-up lust—fucking years of it—were bound to surface eventually. And now, it was all aimed squarely at him. She could only touch him, and it seemed like she intended to make full use of that exclusivity.

Hina's sly smile deepened as she leaned closer. Her crimson eyes glinted with mischief, and she placed a finger to her lips, shushing him before he could say a word.

And then, she began unzipping his pants, her movements deliberate and unhurried, as though savoring every second.