I Took A Succubus's First Time
Chapter 246 - 246: That's Embarrassing

Yui's entire face went red, the kind of deep, blooming blush that spread down her neck and over her chest. Her eyes widened for a second, and then she looked away again, clearly flustered.

"Well… how about a little sip?" she muttered, still trying to keep her teasing tone. "I'm not producing milk or anything, but… I hope you make me one day."

Kouhei didn't fully grasp the deeper meaning behind her words, but something about them stirred a heat in his chest—and lower. Still, he didn't hesitate.

His hand reached out, gently lifting one of her breasts, fingers curling under it with reverence. It was warm and so incredibly soft. He leaned in slowly, lips parting, until his mouth found her nipple.

He sealed his lips around it, his tongue swirling gently, tasting the skin, feeling the texture.

The second his tongue made contact, her nipple hardened against his mouth.

She tasted faintly salty from her sweat, but there was a sweetness too—something soft and comforting, like milk on the edge of his senses. That scent… her warmth… it was enough to make his head spin.

"Mnnnnn~…"

A soft, shuddering moan escaped Yui's lips.

Her eyes fluttered shut as waves of pleasure surged through her.

Her body trembled from the sudden stimulation. The nerves in her legs sparked to life, making her knees weak. She could barely stand as her thighs rubbed against each other involuntarily, trembling with each second that passed.

Her eyes fluttered again, lids flickering like a butterfly's wings, half-closed and overwhelmed.

Kouhei continued to suck gently, tracing her areola with his tongue, occasionally flicking the nipple in circular motions. Each movement drew more breathy gasps from her lips, each one heavier than the last.

Finally, he pulled back, and a single, glistening strand of saliva stretched from his mouth to her nipple. And it was shimmering under the dim lighting before it broke apart.

"Haaa… haahhh~…"

Yui was panting heavily, her voice breathless, eyes dazed.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her face was flushed bright red, glowing like a ripe tomato.

Kouhei swallowed again, hard, the tension in his throat rising along with the heat in his body.

Then he leaned forward again—but this time, not for her breast.

He kissed her.

Their lips met, mouths melting into each other with a raw urgency. Her warmth filled his senses, her breath hitching as the kiss deepened.

His head was ringing. His skin tingled. His thoughts became fuzzy, overtaken by arousal and the overwhelming rush of everything happening.

And then, without a word, he gently guided her backward, lowering her onto the long karaoke bench.

The couch was L-shaped because it was built to accommodate a group—but tonight, it was only the two of them.

And that meant they had more than enough space to lose themselves completely in each other.

"Are you really sure about this?" Kouhei asked, his voice slightly trembling with hesitation, the weight of the moment pressing heavily against his chest.

Yui tilted her head, a soft, teasing smile tugging at her lips. Her eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as she looked up at him.

"Are you seriously going to ask me that now?" she replied, amused, her tone half-playful, half-incredulous.

There was disbelief in her gaze—he was literally on top of her, their bodies pressed close, heat radiating between them—and yet he was still second-guessing.

Suddenly, without saying another word, Yui reached to her side and grabbed something—her purse.

Kouhei blinked, puzzled for a moment, watching as she brought the bag onto herself. His brows furrowed in confusion, wondering what could be so important that she'd interrupt their moment like this.

She unzipped the purse and slipped her hand inside, fingers diving deep, shifting and shuffling through whatever was in there. Her expression tightened in concentration. It looked like she was fishing for something tiny—something almost hidden.

"Where is it... Hmmm?" she mumbled softly, her voice barely audible over the thumping in his chest. "Oh, it's here!" she finally exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

With a flick of her wrist, she pulled out a small object between her fingers and handed it over.

Kouhei's eyes landed on it, and his breath caught in his throat.

A small, sealed packet.

It was a condom.

Realization hit him like a wave crashing against rocks.

"That's how sure I am," she said, flashing a smile that was both shy and bold all at once. "I mean, I wouldn't be carrying this around all the time if I wasn't ready. We can use this to, you know…?"

He swallowed hard.

His throat felt dry.

His hands trembled slightly as he held the sachet between his fingers, as if it carried some immense, unfamiliar power. A condom. Just holding it felt like he was stepping into a whole new level of reality.

"But before that," she added with a soft smirk, her gaze drifting downward, "shouldn't you take off my tights first?"

Kouhei's eyes followed hers.

Her legs were wrapped in sheer tights with a small denier. It was thin, nearly translucent, clinging to her skin like a second layer.

They shimmered faintly under the dim light, emphasizing the curves of her thighs and the soft texture of her skin beneath. Just the idea of touching them made his fingertips tingle. With just a bit of pressure, he was sure he could rip right through them.

The tights were sensual. More than that—they were intoxicating.

For some strange reason, the sight of her wearing tights stirred something deep inside him, something primal. Doing it with her still wearing them… felt even more arousing than stripping her bare.

Did he have a lingerie fetish? Maybe. But honestly, it didn't feel like a bad thing at all.

"Fufufu, I guess you can keep them on," Yui chuckled, clearly catching on to his hesitation. "I'll just have to buy another pair later, since it looks like they're going to get torn anyway."

"I-Is that really okay?" he asked, his voice a little strained and a little nervous.

"Well, it looks like my boyfriend wants to do it while I'm still wearing them, so why not?" she said with a soft laugh, that familiar playful glint shining in her eyes.

She wasn't just teasing anymore.

She was giving him permission.

And so, Kouhei nodded slowly, his breathing shallow as his hands moved down.

He gripped the crotch of her tights tightly, heart hammering in his ears, and with one sudden, forceful tug, he yanked, ripping them clean open.

The sound of tearing fabric echoed like a sharp whisper in the karaoke room, slicing through the tension like a knife. The delicate nylon split apart, unveiling the soft skin underneath, and now… her crotch was fully visible to him.

"Y-You definitely seem to have some experience with this, huh?" Yui stammered, her cheeks flushed a vivid crimson as she looked down at herself.

With the tear wide open, Kouhei could now see her panties clearly, with no more sheer filter to blur the lines.

The tights had once teased and concealed, but now… there was nothing left in the way.

His breath caught again as his eyes drank in the sight, the raw intimacy of it all making his pulse spike with unrelenting desire.

The intoxicating scent of her femininity immediately filled the air the moment he tore the fabric apart.

It hit him in waves with the faint, yet deeply alluring smell.

A delicate, natural fragrance… soft and sweet like blooming flowers soaked in morning dew. It wasn't overpowering, but it carried something that gripped him by the throat.

Kouhei's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his breath caught somewhere between anticipation and disbelief.

His eyes widened slightly.

The sight before him was lewd and beautiful all at once, her panties were drenched, clinging tightly to her skin, the darkened fabric clearly betraying just how wet she was. The dampness spread across the material like ink spilled on parchment, and it was impossible to ignore.

Yui remained silent.

But her silence wasn't calm.

Her body trembled slightly, legs shaking with unspoken tension.

Her knees twitched inward as if instinctively wanting to close her legs and to hide herself—but she didn't. She stayed there, exposed, vulnerable, and burning with embarrassment, yet keeping her legs parted… just for him.

Kouhei leaned in, inch by inch, toward the place where her thighs met her body—the most intimate point of her being—and inhaled deeply.

The scent was thicker here, warmer and more primal.

"Hyaaaaaa!"

Yui jolted, her whole body shivering at the act.

"U-Um, senpai... y-you can't do that… That's… that's embarrassing…"

"What is?"

"Kya!"

Before she could even process it, Kouhei's hands gently but firmly lifted her legs up—bending her in half. Her soft thighs were now pressed toward her chest, feet nearly resting on her shoulders in a folded, revealing pose that displayed everything.

He hadn't expected her to be this flexible.

He handled her with care, easing her into that position as if unfolding something fragile.