I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 64: You’ve Been Neglecting Me

After training, Kouhei made his way to the kitchen and had dinner with everyone. As he sat at the crowded table, a thought settled in his mind—it felt normal now. This whole setup, eating alongside a group of girls, felt like something he belonged to. The sight had become so familiar that it no longer fazed him. Sure, they weren't exactly his age. They were demons, probably older by who knows how many years. But their behavior and looks made them seem like girls his age.

It had been years since he'd shared a meal with anyone. His aunt was always buried in work, leaving him alone at the table. After moving into his own apartment, things hadn't changed. The silence had never bothered him, but this? Eating in a lively group every day? It stirred something unfamiliar in him. A sense of belonging. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd miss this when he returned to eating alone. He might. Hell, he knew he would. He wasn't sure how he'd handle the silence again. Probably feel scared. Maybe even depressed.

But there was no point dwelling on it now.

His thoughts shifted to his aunt. She'd always been close—too close, some might say. Every night, without fail, she'd check in on him despite her grueling schedule. It was something he'd gotten used to, her being the only family he had left. She had taken on the role of his parent, after all, and she was damn serious about it. That was just who she was. His only family. His caretaker. The one constant in his life.

After dinner, Kouhei made his way to the bathroom. Stripping off his clothes, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His reflection was unfamiliar. His forearms bulged with new muscle, his chest broader, his abs defined in a way that hadn't been there before. Even his legs felt sturdier, stronger. His entire body had transformed over the past month.

"But it's still not enough," he muttered, tightening his fist until his knuckles turned white. "I need to get stronger."

"I think you're strong enough, Kou-kun," a soft, teasing voice whispered behind him.

"UWAGH!" Kouhei spun around, his feet slipping on the slick tiles. His back hit the floor with a thud, the cold tiles biting into his skin. Groaning, he blinked up at the intruder. "K-Kiyohara-san!? What are you doing here!?"

Nagisa stood above him, her lips curling into a smug grin. She was wearing what looked like a bikini. The leopard-print bra barely covered anything, held together by a thin string tied at the back. Her matching panties were just as revealing, clinging to her hips with strings that threatened to unravel with the slightest tug. Her hair, usually tied back, now cascaded freely down her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"It's bath time, duh!" she said, one hand resting on her hip, the movement causing her breasts to bounce ever so slightly.

"B-But—"

Kouhei's words caught in his throat. His eyes darted away, but it was pointless. The image of her barely-clothed body was burned into his mind. Nagisa's body was... different. Yuuna and Hina were hot, sure, but Nagisa exuded a raw, natural sex appeal that was impossible to ignore. It wasn't something she tried to project—it was just there. His throat tightened, a dry gulp escaping as he fought to keep his composure.

"This is your fault, you know," Nagisa continued, her voice dripping with amusement. She shifted her weight again, and the slight motion sent another ripple through her chest. Kouhei's eyes flicked down involuntarily, and he cursed himself for it. "You didn't lock the door."

Of course, it was his fault. Kouhei had gotten so used to Yuuna and Hina joining him in the bath that locking the door felt pointless. Most nights, he didn't even bother. When he washed himself, he half-expected one—or both—of them to show up. The idea that someone else, someone who wasn't them, might walk in never crossed his mind.

Of course, it was his fault. Kouhei had gotten so used to Yuuna and Hina joining him in the bath that locking the door felt pointless. Most nights, it didn't even cross his mind. Washing himself had become routine, his muscles on autopilot, waiting for one—or both—to slip in, their giggles echoing against the tiled walls. The idea that someone else might barge in? Never.

"Are you so used to bathing with Hina and the President that locking the door just doesn't matter anymore?" Nagisa's voice dripped with amusement, each word laced with mockery. Her gaze, sharp and deliberate, dropped below his waist, settling on the thing he couldn't hide.

"Are you so used to having baths with Hina and the President that locking the door isn't a thing anymore?" Nagisa teased, her voice laced with a sly edge. Her gaze slowly traveled downward, landing squarely on his cock—fully erect and throbbing.

Her eyes widened ever so slightly.

That's his...? she thought, her breath hitching. It's so big...

She couldn't help but wonder if it even fit inside Yuuna and Hina. Or maybe they'd just gotten used to it after all the times they'd done it. That had to be it. Still, the thought made her feel something stir deep inside.

Kouhei, realizing where her attention was fixed, scrambled to cover himself with his hands. But no matter how hard he tried, there was just too much. His girth refused to be hidden, his fingers barely managing to obscure the tip.

"Fufufu... If you're this hard already, you must've been waiting for them, huh?" she cooed, her teasing hitting its mark with precision.

She wasn't wrong. His body had been waiting. It was practically muscle memory by now. Another night, another... session.

"But..." Her voice softened, sultry now, a playful pout shaping her words. "Don't you think you're spoiling them too much, Kou-kun? You've been neglecting me."

"N-Neglecting you? I-I mean... I don't think I've been—"

"Then why haven't you used my body yet?" she asked bluntly, tilting her head like she genuinely didn't understand, though the playful curve of her lips said otherwise.

Kouhei's heart thudded in his chest, the air suddenly feeling a lot heavier.

He wasn't some guy who just fucked anything that moved. Sure, Yuuna and Hina had given their blessing, but this... it wasn't something he could treat as normal. Even now, he clung to the idea that one man should be with one woman. Monogamy. That's how it should be.

Hypocritical, considering he already had two girlfriends, but the principle stuck. He couldn't shake it. That's why he hadn't chased anyone else, not even Nagisa, despite how lewd she always was.

But now? Could he resist her? His resolve was cracking. She wasn't making it easy.

Nagisa had warned him she'd step up her game. This was her first move—and she wasn't holding back.

Kouhei stayed rooted in place, his breath shallow as she stepped even closer.

Every instinct told him to back away, but his body refused to listen.

Now that she was inches away, the details stood out even more. Her tanned skin created a stark contrast against the paler parts, emphasizing every curve. And those curves... her breasts defied logic, moving with a hypnotic jiggle that seemed to exist purely to break his focus.

Before he realized it, Nagisa was right in front of him, her breath mingling with his. Their noses nearly touched, and the sweet, tangy scent of citrus filled the air between them, teasing his senses, fogging his mind.

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"I want to be closer to you, Kou-kun," she whispered, her tone smooth yet dripping with intent. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, boring into his. "My feelings are real. You wonder why I act like this? It's because you're too cute, Kou-kun. I want to be yours too. Don't you feel the same? Don't you want me?" She leaned in slightly, her words brushing over him like silk. "I mean, I'm pretty, right? Maybe not as graceful as those two, but when it comes to being lewd... I could blow them out of the water. Don't you think my body is lewd too?"

"I-I do..."

It wasn't even a question—it was the truth. And answering felt as natural as breathing.

Nagisa's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Fufufu... Then why not take me? You're already this hard, you know." Her gaze dipped, lingering on his throbbing cock. She licked her lips slowly, deliberately. "If you take me..."

Without warning, she grabbed his hand and guided it. His palm slid beneath the thin fabric of her bikini, landing on the soft, bare skin of her breast. The warmth, the firmness, the way her nipple grazed his palm—it was almost too much. His breath hitched, and his fingers instinctively squeezed.

Nagisa leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper.

"...You can do whatever you want with this lewd body of mine, just like you do with Hina and the President."

A shiver shot down Kouhei's spine, his body betraying him. His cock twitched violently, and before he could hold back, he came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum spurted out, splashing onto Nagisa's body in messy streaks.

"Ah... ha...?" Nagisa blinked, startled for a moment as the warm liquid hit her skin. Then, a slow grin spread across her face. "Fufufu... You came just from touching my breast? I didn't know you were this naughty." She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with playful cruelty. "Or maybe... Hina and Yuuna's bodies just aren't lewd enough for you."

It was a clear provocation, a deliberate push meant to test his limits. And she knew exactly where to hit.

But before either of them could move, the door creaked open.

A pair of sharp eyes locked onto them, freezing both Kouhei and Nagisa in place.

Hina.