I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 45: Love And Lust

Kouhei couldn't believe he'd managed to say those words aloud. But with Hina opening herself up like this, it only felt right for him to do the same.

"How do you figure?" Hina tilted her head, her expression confused in that adorable way Kouhei had always noticed. Even after living for half a century, there were still things she didn't understand. It made her seem younger, even more so when compared to someone like Yuuna, who carried a more mature aura.

"It's because… well, you know, if you're feeling something like that for someone, doesn't that mean you're kind of interested in them?" he said, stumbling over his words. "I'm not great at explaining it, but it seems like when you're directing that kind of… attention at someone, it's because they mean something to you."

He wasn't entirely sure of what he was saying. Maybe Hina was just acting on her natural succubus instincts, sending her lust his way, or maybe there was more to it. After all, attraction and lust can be deeply intertwined. Lust and love may spark from different places, but they often merge, each feeding the other. If Hina felt that lust toward him, could it mean something deeper?

"I know I might be off the mark, Saonji-san," he continued, "but I think lust and love can happen at the same time."

"Is that so?" she murmured, her head tilting again. This time, a flicker of understanding glimmered in her eyes. "So then, if I do this...?"

Hina leaned in, her lips brushing against his, and then she kissed him, soft at first, but her tongue soon slid into his mouth, swirling against his. Kouhei's eyes widened, but he found himself responding, his own tongue moving to meet hers, their breaths mingling as the kiss deepened. When they finally parted, gasping for air, a thin thread of saliva linked their lips.

"Now, tell me," she said softly, her gaze piercing into his. "Is that lust… or love?"

"I think… it's both," Kouhei replied. "Lust and love are different, but sometimes… they're one and the same."

"Then," she murmured, her voice dropping lower, "how about this?"

She leaned forward again, her lips grazing his collarbone before her tongue traced a line along his skin. A shiver ran down his spine at the sensation, heat pooling in his chest. "What do you think of that?"

"I-I told you, Saonji-san, it's the same thing," Kouhei stammered, his pulse racing. "Just like… what I'm about to do to you." He raised his hands, reaching for her breasts, and as his fingers closed around the soft warmth of her flesh, he felt the thrill course through him. Slowly, he squeezed, feeling her softness press against his palms, and leaned in to kiss her again.

In any other situation, this would've felt like crossing a line, but Hina didn't pull away. She let him touch her, responding to him without a hint of resistance.

They parted again, breathless, both of them flushed and looking at each other, their faces glowing under the pale moonlight. Hina's cheeks were a deep red, her expression somehow both innocent and inviting, and Kouhei could feel the heat radiating from his own face.

"I think I understand a little better… but I'm still confused," she whispered, her voice tinged with a plea. "Won't you help me, Okumura Kouhei?"

The way she looked at him, eyes wide and hopeful, was impossible to resist.

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"S-Sure," he replied, swallowing hard.

They locked eyes, their gazes lingering, before they leaned in, lips meeting in another kiss. This one was different—deeper, more assured, their movements confident as if they'd found a rhythm they hadn't known was there before. Kouhei felt himself pushing her back, gently guiding her down until she lay beneath him, their bodies pressed close. Hina's hands slid up his back, pulling him nearer, her lips still locked with his, as if she couldn't bear to let him go.

It felt like they were truly becoming one.

Their lips finally parted again, both of them panting softly as they caught their breath. Hina's sharp, cold gaze lingered on Kouhei, but beneath that usual frostiness, he swore he could see a glimmer of something more—something raw, vulnerable, and completely new.

"Do you want to do it again, Okumura Kouhei?" she asked, her voice calm yet undeniably laced with heat.

For a moment, her question left him dumbfounded. What did she mean? But the heavy tension between them, the way her body pressed so invitingly close to his—it was clear.

Sex.

The realization hit him like a wave, and he knew it would be beyond foolish to say no. He nodded quickly, his throat dry as he tried to respond.

"Y-Yeah..."

"Well then..." she whispered, easing herself back against the bed. Her movements were slow, deliberate, almost teasing as she adjusted to lie comfortably. And then, she smiled. It wasn't her usual mischievous smirk or an empty gesture. It was genuine, soft, and stunningly beautiful. Seeing her like this almost made his heart stop.

And then—

"Come... Okumura Kouhei."

Her voice broke what little restraint he had left. His thoughts scattered, and primal instinct surged forward. Kouhei dove in, capturing her lips with renewed hunger, kissing her deeply and possessively. His hands roamed upward, both palms finding her breasts and squeezing gently. The soft, warm flesh molded under his touch, igniting a fire in him he couldn't control.

Breaking the kiss, he let his lips trail lower, leaving a heated path along her neck and collarbone. His tongue flicked against her skin, tasting the faint saltiness there. He planted gentle, lingering kisses before sucking lightly, clumsily trying to leave a hickey—something to mark her as his. As his mouth traveled further, he finally reached her nipple, taking it between his lips. He suckled gently, his tongue teasing the sensitive peak.

"Nnnn..."

Hina's quiet moan sent a shiver down his spine. Her hands found his shoulders, pulling him closer, urging him to continue. Her head tilted downward, her gaze settling on him. The sight of Kouhei so eagerly suckling at her breast made her chest tighten in a strange way. He looked so earnest, almost like a baby, and though she wouldn't admit it, she found it oddly adorable.

"Saonji-san..." Kouhei murmured, his voice thick with desire as he pulled back slightly.

Hina followed his gaze down to the obvious bulge straining against his pants. It looked almost painful, trapped as it was, and she couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at her lips.

"I'll take care of it for you," she said softly, her voice smooth and dripping with seduction. "Can you lie down?"

He nodded without hesitation, shifting onto his back as she sat up. Her movements were slow, calculated, and teasing, every inch of her oozing confidence. She leaned over him, her delicate fingers brushing against his waistband. With a deliberate tug, she began to ease his pants down, pulling his boxers along in the same motion.

The moment his dick sprang free, fully hard and glistening faintly in the pale moonlight, Hina froze briefly, her gaze fixed on it.

The moon cast deep shadows across the room, accentuating the size and shape of his cock as it stood tall and throbbing. Hina stared, unblinking, her face etched with intrigue. She hadn't seen a dick in person before—not like this—but instinct told her Kouhei's was... big.

Hina's succubus nature began to stir, an uncontrollable hunger awakening as a thin line of drool escaped the corner of her mouth. Her eyes locked on his throbbing dick, and without hesitation, her tongue slipped out, quivering with desire as it reached for the pulsing shaft.

The soft, slick texture of her tongue dragged across the underside, electrifying Kouhei's senses with every deliberate stroke. She moved slowly, letting her saliva coat his length as her tongue worked its way up and down, tracing every ridge and vein. The wet sounds of her tongue sliding against his cock filled the room.

Kouhei gritted his teeth, his body trembling as waves of pleasure surged through him. Each flick of her tongue sent shocks of ecstasy racing up his spine. She worked her way to the sides, licking with precision before moving lower, gently lapping at his scrotum, and then trailing back up to the sensitive, swollen tip that was already leaking.

"Ng...!"

The tension in his body snapped as his cock twitched violently. A guttural groan escaped his lips as his climax hit, sending a powerful stream of cum shooting out. Thick, white ropes of his seed splattered across Hina's face with force, the sticky warmth dripping down her cheeks, lips, and neck.

The first few bursts were intense, a messy fountain of lustful release, followed by slower, heavier spurts that landed on her flushed skin. The sight of her face painted with his cum, her lips slightly parted as she took it all, was almost too much for him to handle.

Hina paused, letting the moment sink in as her fingers reached up, delicately scooping a glob of cum from her cheek. Without hesitation, she brought it to her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste it. The flavor was potent, rich, and overwhelming, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored it.

"It looks like you've orgasmed," she said calmly. "But it seems like you're not done yet."

Her gaze shifted back to his cock, which remained rock-hard, throbbing with unrelenting desire. It looked as though it might burst from the sheer pressure. Kouhei felt the heat of his need burning stronger, the thought of stopping now an insult to his pride.

"I want to go inside you, Saonji-san," he said. "And I want to take you in your behind. Can I?"

Hina's cold, unreadable eyes met his for a moment before she responded in her usual tone, "Sure."

With that, she shifted, laying down on her stomach before lifting her hips, presenting herself to him without hesitation. The curve of her body, the way she offered herself so openly, left Kouhei breathless.

Swallowing hard, he stepped forward, his hands settling firmly on her waist. Her skin was hot against his palms. Positioning his cock at her entrance, he took one deep, steadying breath.

And then, with a primal thrust, he slammed into her.