I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 142: Turning The Table

Yuuna, overwhelmed by her emotions, could no longer hold herself back. Without hesitation, she threw herself into Kouhei's arms, her body pressing against his as she seized his lips in a fervent, desperate kiss. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair as she deepened the kiss, her soft lips parting to let her tongue slip inside his mouth.

A surge of heat coursed between them as they indulged in one another without restraint. Their tongues intertwined, rolling and tangling as they tasted each other, drinking in the shared warmth of their mingling breaths and saliva. Each flick of their tongues sent a shiver down their spines, a sensation that burned through them like wildfire.

When they finally parted, their breaths came in soft, heated pants. A thin bridge of saliva connected them, glistening under the dim light before it broke, a testament to their raw intimacy.

"I love you so much, Kouhei-kun," Yuuna whispered, her voice trembling with unrestrained devotion. "I don't think I will ever experience someone like you again in my life. And if I were to be reborn… even if my memories of you were lost… I would find you again. Because my body, my mind, my soul… they belong to you, and only you."

Her cheeks were dusted with a deep blush, but her eyes—her eyes burned with something darker and something possessive. The flickering light reflected in her crimson irises gave them a dangerous glint, a glimpse into her true nature.

Perhaps it was because she had shed her human pretense, embracing what she truly was—a noble vampire, bound by instincts older than time itself. The creatures of her kind were possessive by nature, unwilling to share what was theirs, whether it be prey or lover. And yet, despite this deep-rooted instinct, Yuuna knew the truth—Kouhei was not hers alone. Yuuna knew she was merely one among many in Kouhei's harem. She belonged to him, but he was not hers alone.

But there was one thing she could claim entirely, something that no one else could take from her. There was one thing she could claim entirely for herself, if only for this fleeting moment.

"Kouhei-kun," she murmured, her voice soft yet carrying the weight of something unshakable. "Just for tonight… can I be selfish? Just for this moment, can you hold me as if I am the only woman in the world?"

The way she looked at him—her pleading yet commanding gaze, the raw emotion swirling in her eyes—made it impossible for Kouhei to refuse.

Without hesitation, he nodded. "Yes, Yuuna-san."

For reasons beyond his understanding, Kouhei could sense exactly why Yuuna asked this of him. He could feel her emotions, as though they resonated within him, though he could not explain why. And because she had bared her heart to him, because he did not wish for her to suffer in silence, he granted her request without question.

Yuuna's lips curled into a slow, wicked smile.

"Now then, Kouhei-kun," she purred, her tone laced with amusement. "I believe it's time for a little payback for what you did to me earlier."

A spark of something sharp glinted in her gaze, her teasing words carrying a subtle edge.

"Although I've already begun to feel the weight of my inadequacies as a leader… and despite all the years my mother spent drilling leadership skills into me, I can feel the cracks forming in my resolve… what you did to me was still unforgivable." She narrowed her eyes at him, her voice dropping into something sultry yet scolding. "Even if it was just an illusion you created within your mind, it felt far too real."

Kouhei let out a sheepish chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck with a wry smile. He had no idea how to respond to that.

But Yuuna was not finished.

She lifted a delicate finger, trailing it slowly along his chest, her touch feather-light yet charged with intent. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips, her crimson eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Which is why…" she whispered, tilting her head as her finger traced lower, "I want to return the favor. Will you allow me to do that, Kouhei-kun?"

Something in her expression shifted. The teasing gleam in her eyes darkened into something more dangerous and more sadistic. Her lips curved into a smirk that sent a shiver down his spine.

Kouhei exhaled sharply, recognizing all too well what was happening. He let out a dry chuckle, realizing that things were no longer playing in his favor.

It seemed the tables had turned.

***

The interior of the container warped and shifted, the walls dissolving into darkness. When the scene settled, Kouhei found himself seated in the plush comfort of a dimly lit movie theater. The scent of aged leather seats and faintly buttered popcorn lingered in the air, blending with the quiet hum of the projector. The flickering light from the massive screen cast soft shadows across Yuuna's face as she sat beside him, completely enraptured by the film playing before them.

For some reason, this was the place Yuuna had chosen for him to conjure within his mind. Not only that, but she had deliberately selected a particular movie.

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The film was old, its grainy visuals and slightly muted colors betraying its age. It was likely from somewhere between the late '80s and early '90s—a classic, yet one that had never been on Kouhei's radar. He had never watched it before, never even considered watching it. This was his first time experiencing it, and though the setting was artificial, the emotions it evoked in Yuuna were undeniably real.

"This is actually my favorite movie," Yuuna murmured, her voice hushed as if afraid to disrupt the magic of the moment. "I want to experience it like it's my first time again. So when I have the time, I ask Misuzu to erase my memories of watching it, just so I can relive it."

Her words carried an unmistakable weight, a deep connection to something intangible. She couldn't quite explain why, but this film resonated within her in a way nothing else ever had. It was the first to stir something inside her once-emotionless heart, the first to make her feel truly alive.

And now, she was watching it again—with the man she loved.

Even if this was only an illusion, even if the details weren't perfect—the actors slightly different, the dialogue not quite the same—it didn't matter. The atmosphere, the sentiment, the experience… it was still hers. And now, it was theirs.

Without a word, her fingers reached out, searching for his. The warmth of her hand curled around Kouhei's, her fingers intertwining with his in a silent yet profound gesture.

Then, without looking away from the screen, she spoke.

"Kouhei-kun, have you ever had outdoor sex before? I mean… not inside this container, but out in the real world?"

Kouhei blinked, caught off guard by her sudden question. He turned to her, but Yuuna's eyes remained fixed on the screen, a mischievous glint hidden within their depths.

"I haven't," he admitted honestly.

"Oh?" Her lips curved into a teasing smile. "That's surprising. You seemed so… experienced earlier. The way you moved, the way you made me keep my mouth shut so no one would hear me moan… I was starting to think you had already done it before." Her thumb traced slow circles against his palm. "I half expected you might've tried it with Hina or Nagisa… or maybe even Aria, when I wasn't looking."

Kouhei felt his face heat up slightly.

"Well… I don't think what Nagisa-san and I did during that fight against Takahashi-kun really counts as public…"

Technically, they had been inside a shed at the time. It wasn't exactly outdoors, but it also wasn't completely private either.

"I see…" Yuuna's smile widened, her fangs just barely peeking past her lips. The flickering light from the movie screen reflected in her crimson eyes, giving them an almost hypnotic glow. She turned to face him fully, her expression filled with amusement, curiosity, and something else—something darker, more possessive.

"Then…" she murmured, leaning in just slightly. "Would you like to do it with me in real life?"

Kouhei felt his breath hitch, the heat creeping up his neck intensifying.

"Hehe… you're so cute, Kouhei-kun," Yuuna chuckled, her voice dripping with affection. She squeezed his hand before finally pulling away, shifting back into her seat with an air of satisfaction.

"Now then," she sighed, stretching her arms slightly. "We've lingered in this container long enough. I think it's finally time to reach Love Link."

Beyond the illusion, reality still pulsed with danger. Their allies were outside, locked in battle against the corrupted ones, fighting desperately to hold their ground.

The two of them had come here for a reason—to achieve Love Link and unlock Yuuna's full strength.

Yet despite their intentions, they had yet to complete what they had started.

Kouhei nodded without hesitation.