I Took A Succubus's First Time
Chapter 245 - 245: How Were They?

"Ah..."

The softest moan slipped past Yui's lips.

It was barely audible, but it was there.

She immediately slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, cheeks burning red.

"Fufufu..." she let out a cheeky chuckle, amused by her own reaction. "So… moaning really happens instinctively when you're getting pleasured, huh?"

Her tone was playful—almost like a child who had just discovered something new and exciting. The way she said it, like she was logging the experience into memory, made her seem even cuter.

Kouhei couldn't take it anymore.

She was too beautiful, too adorable, and too irresistible.

He leaned in and kissed her.

Her lips met his without resistance. It was soft, warm, and just slightly parted.

The moment he teased her lips with his tongue, they opened up for him, welcoming him inside like they had been waiting for this.

His tongue slid inside, and hers met it without hesitation. They twisted, tangled, and danced together in a slow, passionate rhythm that matched the pulse of their hearts.

Lips locked tight. Tongues intertwined.

And their bodies continued to press, grind, and move against each other.

Every kiss deepened the heat. Every breath they shared thickened the atmosphere.

"Ah...! Nnn...! Ah...!"

Yui's voice grew softer, heavier, and more breathless.

Her eyes shimmered with a dazed light, eyelids fluttering as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her moans escaped uncontrollably, and her face twisted with delight. Kouhei stared, stunned.

He couldn't believe it.

That look on her face—that flushed, overwhelmed, beautiful expression—he was the one making her feel that way.

His breath grew ragged.

So did hers.

He was only moving his hips, rubbing his cock through his pants against her tights, but it was enough. The friction. The heat. The subtle wetness he could feel even through the fabric—it was driving him insane.

"Ahhn... nnn...~ Ahhh!"

Suddenly, her voice rose—sharper, louder and needier.

A moan full of helpless pleasure spilled from her lips before she quickly slapped both hands over her mouth again.

"Hehehe... I moaned really loud, didn't I?" she whispered between giggles, trying to suppress her own amusement.

"Y-Yes..." Kouhei admitted, still stunned that all of this—every second—was really happening.

"The karaoke rooms are mostly soundproof… but still, we shouldn't take chances," she said with a wink. "If someone hears us… well, we're done for. Let me queue up a few songs first. That should cover us."

Kouhei swallowed hard and nodded, unable to say more.

Yui leaned forward, tapping away on the karaoke screen. A string of songs lit up, and soon music filled the room—melodies rising and falling, just enough to hide the sound of what was happening behind the table.

Then, they kissed again.

This time, it was deeper.

A little awkward, a little rough, but overflowing with emotion. Their lips didn't quite move in sync—but they didn't care. There was passion. There was need. And that was more than enough.

Kouhei's arms tightened around her, pulling her closer until there was barely any space left between them. Yui responded in kind, pressing into him like she wanted to merge their bodies into one.

The karaoke echoed around them, but it was nothing more than background noise now.

"I'm going to take my clothes off," Yui said softly. Her voice had a sultry edge to it. "Unless… you'd rather do it yourself?"

Kouhei didn't even blink.

His hands moved without hesitation, fingers brushing the hem of her shirt. The top was already unbuttoned, hanging loosely off her shoulders. With one smooth pull, he slipped it down—and it fell away like petals.

Only her bra remained.

His breath caught in his throat.

She was breathtaking.

Yui's figure was a perfect blend of softness and shape with skin smooth, glowing in the dim light of the room.

Her breasts, snug within the cups of her bra, rose and fell with each breath she took. Her curves were just right. It was full where they should be, slender where they needed to be. Her arms were elegant, her stomach taut and toned with not a trace of excess fat. His eyes were drawn lower, tracing the soft curve of her waist down to her navel, which sat firm and flawless.

"Stop staring... it's embarrassing..." Yui muttered, her cheeks flushed with a deep red.

"No... It's just… you're beautiful."

"Fufufu… glad you noticed," she said with a grin. "Now then... I guess the skirt's up next."

Kouhei's breath hitched. He reached out with both hands, placing them gently on either side of her hips. The skirt clung tightly, hugging her curves just right. It was teasing him with every second it remained on.

He unfastened the button, slowly tugging the skirt down.

It slid along her thighs, past her knees, before falling to the ground in a soft thud. Yui stepped out of it, one leg at a time, graceful and composed.

Now she stood in front of him, nearly bare.

She still wore her bra—and the sheer black tights that hugged her legs and hips like a second skin. But they were thin. Translucent.

And beneath the almost see-through fabric, Kouhei could clearly see the outline of her panties.

It was barely covered. It was teasing. Tempting.

And absolutely mesmerizing.

"Do you… want to take off my bra too?"

Her voice was soft, teasing, but there was a subtle tension beneath it.

There was an unspoken invitation laced with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability.

"I… I want to watch you do it," Kouhei answered after a moment, his voice hoarse and tight, like he was holding his breath.

He didn't entirely know why he said that.

It wasn't like he couldn't do it himself—his hands itched to touch her—but something about seeing her undress herself felt more intimate, and more erotic.

Watching her bare herself willingly… it stirred something deeper and something primal inside him.

"You perv," Yui replied with a grin that curled up one side of her lips, the same mischievous smile she always wore when teasing him.

Her eyes sparkled with playful judgment, but her body language betrayed no discomfort—only growing excitement.

Yeah… maybe he really was a pervert at this point.

But if being a pervert meant getting to witness this moment, to see her reveal herself piece by piece, then so be it.

She reached around her back, her fingers fumbling slightly before expertly unhooking the clasp of her bra.

As it snapped free, the straps slipped down her smooth, slender shoulders in one fluid motion. The fabric began to slide off her chest with a slow grace, gravity pulling it downward.

But before it could fully fall away, she caught it with her fingers, pausing deliberately, her movements almost theatrical. Then she peeled it away from her body and let it fall to the floor.

And just like that—her breasts were completely exposed to him.

They were beautiful.

Not oversized or cartoonishly exaggerated, but modest in size, and perfectly perky.

The kind of breasts that sat proudly, the nipples slightly flushed from arousal.

The soft curve of her mounds seemed to beckon his touch.

They were exactly the type that filled your palms perfectly. They were firm, supple, and just enough. There was no spillage. No overwhelming bulk. Just clean, elegant curves. You could press your hands into them and feel the gentle resistance, like they were molded just for you.

And that was exactly what made them irresistible.

Perky tits had a charm all their own. They didn't overflow like larger ones, nor did they feel lacking like smaller ones sometimes might. They were balanced. They were desirable, responsive, and perfectly proportioned. They gave just enough flesh to squeeze and enough warmth to crave.

Kouhei didn't mind any size, honestly.

Whether it was big, small, or something in between—like Yui's—he found beauty in all forms. There was even a time he was infatuated with a character from a visual novel who had almost nothing in the chest department. Yet her personality and chemistry made her unforgettable.

But now wasn't the time to reminisce about fictional women.

Because right now, right in front of him, was Yui.

She was real. Vulnerable. Stunning.

And she had just bared herself to him—physically and emotionally.

It was only right that all of his attention stayed on her now.

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

Yui stood there, her chest rising and falling slightly as she inhaled, her arms crossing in front of her torso. One hand clutched her opposite arm as if to shield herself slightly, though her posture was more shy than guarded. Her cheeks were burning red, eyes avoiding his for just a second.

Then she looked up at him through her lashes.

"Well… how were they?" she asked.

The question came out of nowhere, simple and ambiguous—but he knew exactly what she meant.

She was talking about her breasts.

Kouhei's lips parted slightly, but no words came at first.

He just stared, taking her in, then finally let out a quiet breath.

"They're beautiful," he said softly, with a sincerity that even surprised him.

There were no jokes and no perverted remarks.

Just the truth.

He wasn't trying to be edgy or overly romantic. That was just the only thing he could say that felt right in that moment.

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