I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 185 - Why Don’t You Give It A Try
185: Why Don’t You Give It A Try?
185: Why Don’t You Give It A Try?
Kouhei awoke to a warmth pressed against his body, a soft, delicate sensation that sent a shiver through his spine.
His eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep, only to widen the moment he processed what was happening.
Misuzu lay beside him, her body nestled closely against his.
The golden morning light filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow on her flawless face, highlighting every exquisite detail—from her delicately arched eyebrows to the gentle curve of her lips.
Her long lashes fluttered slightly, her breath warm against his skin.
But what truly sent his heart racing was her attire—or lack thereof.
She was draped in nothing but a sheer negligee, the translucent fabric doing little to conceal the lacy black lingerie beneath.
The intricate lace clung to her curves, teasing his senses with glimpses of her supple skin.
He swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry.
The sight was breathtaking, intoxicating.
A strange sensation stirred within him.
He had grown used to waking up with a beautiful woman beside him—it was almost second nature by now.
And yet, something about this moment felt different.
Maybe it was the contrast, the stark difference between the loner he once was and the life he now lived, surrounded by breathtaking women.
Fate, the so-called destiny of the Child of Anti-Prophecy, had brought him to this moment, but he felt no inclination to thank it.
As he lay there contemplating, Misuzu’s eyes slowly fluttered open.
A soft murmur left her lips as she gazed up at him, her sleepy yet radiant smile making his breath hitch.
“Good morning, Kouhei-kun,” she murmured, her voice carrying the remnants of slumber.
“G-Good morning, Misuzu-san…” he stammered, still reeling from the intimacy of their proximity.
The entire scene felt surreal, as though it were a fleeting dream he might wake from at any moment.
“Um, thank you for accompanying me last night,” Kouhei said, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
Misuzu averted her gaze, feeling heat rise to her own face.
“It’s fine…
I actually enjoyed your company as well.
Maybe even more than you did…
I fell asleep right away, didn’t I?
I’m sorry.
But,” Misuzu chuckled softly, her voice like a melodic chime.
“Fufufu…
It’s fine, Kouhei-kun.
Last night…
was unlike anything I had ever felt before.”
Her words carried an unspoken weight.
The lingering remnants of their pleasure still clung to the air between them, her body’s satisfaction evident in the way she stretched languidly beside him.
But then, Kouhei felt something—an unfamiliar pressure near his crotch.
His brows furrowed in confusion.
There was a bulge under the blanket, a rather large one, and the sensation against him was…
warm.
Wet.
His body tensed as realization dawned upon him.
A sudden, slick touch against the underside of his cock sent a sharp shiver up his spine.
His toes curled, his breath hitched, and a quiet, involuntary groan escaped his lips.
“Kouhei-kun?” Misuzu’s voice carried concern as she noticed his abrupt shift in expression.
Her gaze flickered toward the suspicious rise in the blanket.
“What’s this…?”
“Ah…
M-Misuzu-san—!”
He wanted to stop her, to prevent her from seeing what lay beneath, but it was already too late.
Misuzu had pulled back the covers, revealing the culprit.
There, nestled between his legs, was Hina.
Her mischievous eyes sparkled as she peered up at them, her tongue flicking out to trail another teasing stroke along his shaft.
A slow, devious smile curved her lips.
“Oops, I got caught…”
Misuzu blinked, tilting her head in bewilderment.
“Hina…?”
Hina let out a giggle, her fingers wrapping possessively around Kouhei’s length.
“I figured I’d come here since Kouhei-kun’s cock is always so hard when he wakes up.” She nuzzled her cheek against his thick shaft, sighing in satisfaction.
“His morning wood cum is my favorite~ I had to get my share before anyone else.”
“Morning wood?”
“Uh, don’t worry about it, Misuzu-san… And Hina-san, please stop doing that…!”
“But your cock is already this hard… It looks like it’s about to burst,” Hina murmured, her voice dripping with amusement as she teasingly dragged her tongue over the swollen tip.
Kouhei’s breath caught in his throat, his body tensing as a shudder of pleasure shot up his spine.
The heat of her tongue, soft and slick, sent a sharp pulse straight to his core, making his cock twitch involuntarily.
Misuzu watched, her eyes fixed on the expression that crossed Kouhei’s face.
His brows knitted slightly, his lips parting just enough to let a faint gasp escape.
Something stirred within her.
A strange, unexplainable feeling welled up deep inside her chest.
What was this?
Just seeing his face twist in pleasure… just watching him react to Hina’s touch—it was making her feel something.
Something unfamiliar.
Something that made her heart tighten in a way she couldn’t quite understand.
Hina, sensing the shift in Misuzu’s emotions, slowed her movements.
Pulling away from Kouhei’s cock, she tilted her head, flashing a sly smile before speaking.
“Why don’t you join in, Misuzu?”
“Huh?”
Both Kouhei and Misuzu froze, their reactions starkly different.
Kouhei’s shock was immediate, his body stiffening, while Misuzu’s surprise carried an undercurrent of something deeper—hesitation, uncertainty, and an unfamiliar heat rising in her chest.
“I mean, you’re already here, aren’t you, Misuzu?” Hina purred.
“And I don’t mind sharing Kouhei’s cum with you.”
“H-Hina-san, I don’t think you should be saying things like that to Misuzu-san!” Kouhei stammered, his voice laced with panic.
“And Misuzu-san, you don’t have to— It’s not like you’re obligated or anything.”
“Yuuna, Nagisa, and even Aria have already done it.
You’re the only one who hasn’t, Misuzu.” Hina’s voice was playful, but there was something undeniably enticing about the way she said it.
Then, without breaking eye contact, she flicked her tongue over Kouhei’s cock once more, this time letting it drag along the sensitive underside of the tip.
Kouhei’s reaction was instant.
His fingers curled into the sheets, his breath catching in his throat as another wave of pleasure rippled through him.
And Misuzu was watching all of it.
His expression—his raw, unfiltered pleasure—was intoxicating.
She found herself unable to look away.
Something about it called to her.
She wanted to see more.
She wanted to see him like this again.
Hina noticed the way Misuzu was staring, the slight parting of her lips, the hesitation in her eyes.
A knowing smile played on her face.
“It’s okay, Misuzu,” she said softly.
“You can watch for as long as you like.”
Misuzu swallowed.
Hina’s tongue moved again, tracing slow, wet circles over Kouhei’s cock, making his body tense in response.
His lips parted, another small sound escaping him.
And Misuzu’s heart pounded.
She barely even registered herself moving until she was already lowering herself between Kouhei’s legs, her knees pressing into the soft sheets.
She hesitated for only a moment.
Then she leaned forward, until her face was nearly level with Hina’s.
And then, without thinking—without allowing herself time to process—she moved closer.
Kouhei looked down, his breath catching in his throat.
Two women—two beautiful women—knelt on either side of his cock.
His heartbeat pounded wildly in his chest, his pulse thrumming like a drumbeat in his ears.
His mind barely had time to register the situation before a thick, unbearable heat settled in his core, making his cock twitch with anticipation.
“Fufufu…” Hina giggled, her voice dripping with amusement.
“Kouhei’s cock just twitched.
How cute.”
She leaned in, her breath warm against his sensitive skin before she dragged her tongue over the tip once more, slow and deliberate.
“Ngh…!” Kouhei exhaled sharply, his body shivering with pleasure.
The sensation sent electricity shooting through his nerves, making his stomach clench.
Hina’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched him react.
“Before our day starts…” she whispered, licking her lips, “let’s have a little fun first.”
And then, without another word, she took the swollen tip of his cock into her mouth.
Her tongue swirled around it in slow, teasing motions, coating it in warmth and wetness.
Kouhei’s head tilted back, his breath ragged as he lost himself in the sensation.
Then, with a soft, wet pop, Hina pulled away, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her lips to his cock.
She licked her lips, severing the thin strand of saliva that still connected her mouth to his cock.
Then, shifting her gaze, she turned to Misuzu, who was staring intently at Kouhei’s face.
Hina observed her for a moment before speaking, her voice low and teasing.
“Misuzu, why don’t you give it a try?”
Misuzu’s breath hitched slightly as her eyes flickered downward.
Her gaze landed on the tip of his cock—flushed a deep, needy red, the skin taut and glistening, as if on the verge of release.
The sight sent a strange sensation coursing through her, and before she could stop herself, she swallowed, her mouth suddenly watering.
Slowly, she leaned forward.
Her lips parted, forming a delicate “O” as she drew closer.
And then, with a soft, deliberate motion, she sealed the tip of his cock between her lips, enveloping it in warmth.
