I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 205 - Let’s Go
205: Let’s Go
205: Let’s Go
Kouhei exhaled heavily, sweat trickling down his temple as he made his way toward the locker room to change out of his soaked uniform.
His clothes clung uncomfortably to his skin, drenched from the intense match, and the sticky fabric made every movement feel like a chore.
All he wanted now was a clean shirt and a moment to breathe.
But just as he was about to step inside, a sudden warmth embraced him from behind, halting him in place.
“Senpai!”
A small, excited voice called out.
It was Himeno Yui.
Despite her petite build—she barely reached his shoulder—her figure was far from childlike.
Her chest, in particular, was large enough that when she pressed herself against him like this, her soft, ample breasts squished firmly against his back, their warmth immediately noticeable through the fabric.
“H-Himeno-san!?” Kouhei stammered, jolting in surprise.
“You were amazing out there, Senpai!” she said cheerfully, her voice bubbling with excitement.
“You looked really cool.”
“Uhh, Himeno-san… I’m kind of drenched in sweat right now,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.
“So I’d really appreciate it if you stepped back a bit…”
Every inch of his shirt was clinging to him like a second skin, damp with the heat of exertion.
The salty moisture made him itch slightly, and he was eager to strip it off.
But Yui didn’t seem to mind at all—in fact, she seemed oddly enthusiastic about it.
“You don’t have to worry, Senpai,” she replied sweetly.
“I really like your scent.
The smell of your sweat… it’s strangely pleasant.”
Her words were followed by the unmistakable sound of her taking in a deep sniff, and then… she nuzzled her face right into his back, rubbing her cheek against the fabric as if trying to memorize his scent through touch.
“H-Himeno-san…!” Kouhei’s body stiffened.
The intimacy was overwhelming and far too sudden for his comfort.
With effort, he wrenched himself free from her grasp.
“I-I’m sorry, but I really don’t think this is appropriate.”
Yui stepped back, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she looked up at him.
That grin—playful and teasing—sent a ripple of unease down his spine.
“You’re really interesting, Senpai.
I want to get to know you more,” she said, almost as if she were teasing out a secret.
“Ugh… I don’t think it’s good for you to be interested in me,” Kouhei muttered, trying to downplay himself.
“I’m honestly not that interesting.”
He was doing it deliberately.
Ever since Hina had shown signs of jealousy—especially when it came to him getting close to other girls—he’d been trying to avoid stirring the pot.
It was obvious she didn’t like the idea of him getting friendly with human girls.
And a part of him worried that, if things got too complicated, she might think he wanted to return to his old life.
A life where demons didn’t exist.
“Well, I think you’re far more interesting than you realize,” Yui replied, her voice soft but certain.
“If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have come to you in the first place, Senpai.”
Kouhei found himself thinking back.
Their first encounter—it was at that cafeteria.
At the time, she had just… appeared, starting a conversation out of nowhere.
He hadn’t even grasped why this strange girl was speaking to him.
“I don’t think I’ll ever stop seeing you as someone important,” she said suddenly.
“That thought will always stay with me.
I mean… I can’t help it, can I?
You’re just too interesting…”
Her words lingered in the air, and before he could respond, she leaned in—close enough that he could feel the gentle warmth of her breath brushing against his cheek.
Their faces were only inches apart.
“The locker room’s empty right now,” she whispered, her voice soft but suggestive.
“But anyone could walk in at any moment.
Why don’t we go somewhere more… private, Senpai?”
“Why?” he asked, his throat feeling dry.
“I can’t help but want to reward you,” she said, her lips curling into a sly, almost seductive smile.
“For being so interesting.”
That smile—so cheeky and knowing—made it impossible to tell if she was joking or genuinely serious.
Kouhei’s instincts screamed at him, and his skin tingled with a strange mix of tension and uncertainty.
“Uh… I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said at last.
A chill danced along his arms, and the fine hairs stood on end.
“Why not?” Yui asked, tilting her head with faux innocence.
“Wouldn’t it feel good to let off some steam?
After losing that match, you’ve got to be frustrated, right?
I can take it from you… Just, please go easy on me.
I’m still a virgin, after all.”
She moved in closer again—so close now that Kouhei could smell the citrusy sweetness of her perfume.
The scent coiled its way up his nose, weaving through his senses and clouding his mind with every breath.
It was so intoxicating that it almost felt like his thoughts were slipping out of reach.
But the truth was… there was no scent.
There was no perfume.
Yui was doing something else entirely.
Something far more dangerous.
She was actively trying to corrupt him—drag him into the sin of lust.
She was a temptress, and her game wasn’t about flirtation.
It was about control.
‘Someone with a strong libido like Okumura-senpai will be easy to seduce,’ she thought with a quiet smirk.
‘Once his thoughts are soaked in lust, it’ll be hard for him to refuse anything…’
Among all the seven deadly sins, lust was the easiest to plant.
With just the right move, the right pressure—it would spread like wildfire through the heart of a mortal.
“Okumura-senpai,” she said, voice soft and beckoning.
Then, without hesitation, she reached for his hand and grabbed it firmly.
“Let’s go.”
Yui reached out and tried to tug him forward, her slender fingers wrapping around his hand.
Yet, Kouhei remained still—his body rooted to the ground like an immovable tree.
He didn’t so much as flinch.
“Senpai?” she murmured, tilting her head slightly, her wide eyes blinking with confusion.
“I’m sorry, Himeno-san,” Kouhei said after a brief pause, his voice quiet but firm.
“But I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Her grip loosened slightly, but her tone stayed light and curious.
“Why not?”
“I don’t… It’s just that… I really don’t think it’s right,” he replied, fumbling over his words, his gaze cast to the side as if avoiding something within her eyes.
Yui’s gaze lingered on him for a few long seconds.
But her face betrayed no trace of disappointment, nor did it show any frustration or surprise.
She wasn’t upset—in fact, she seemed completely composed.
As if she had already calculated this outcome as one of the possible paths this interaction could take.
“I see…” she said softly.
Then, wordlessly, she let go of his hand, her fingers slipping away with a strange gentleness.
“Well… that just makes you even more interesting to me, Senpai.
Really…
you are such a fascinating person.”
And with that, she turned her back to him and began to walk away—her posture relaxed, her steps light, almost playful.
She didn’t look back once.
Kouhei stood there, watching her silhouette slowly fade down the hallway.
‘What exactly is her deal… Himeno-san…’ he thought silently, his brows slightly furrowed.
At this point, Kouhei couldn’t make sense of her.
He didn’t know what her endgame was, or what she truly wanted from him.
But deep down, he was beginning to sense that her interest in him wasn’t as simple or innocent as she let on.
There was something more—something hidden beneath that smile.
***
By the time he looked up again, the day had already slipped away, the skies outside turning a faint golden hue as the sun began its descent.
That afternoon had been particularly draining.
After the game, his classmates had bombarded him with questions, their faces buzzing with curiosity and disbelief.
Most of them wanted to know the same thing—why he had been so good at basketball, despite never showing anything of the sort before.
Kouhei had no solid explanation to offer.
So, he simply gave them vague, half-hearted answers, trying his best to brush off their enthusiasm.
It had left him mentally exhausted.
Now, as he slowly made his way toward the school gates, he spotted a familiar figure standing just beyond the fence.
A woman—tall, graceful, her body the kind that naturally drew attention without even trying.
“Misuzu-san…” he muttered.
“Ah, right.
She has a modeling job today…”
But hadn’t her stalker issue already been dealt with?
Well, that was part of it—he recalled that one of the reasons she had asked him to accompany her in the first place was to stay close to him.
She hadn’t exactly been subtle about that.
“Misuzu-san!” he called out, raising a hand.
The woman turned at the sound of his voice, and the moment her eyes found his, her face lit up with a warmth that was hard to fake.
“Kouhei-kun!” she called back, her smile beaming with a kind of sincerity that made his heart skip a beat.
She truly looked happy to see him.
