I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 40: Do You Want Me To Touch It?

Kouhei's hand rested against her soft skin, fingers sinking into the supple, firm curves of Yuuna's breasts. They felt warm and smooth, the slightest bit elastic yet perfectly firm, fitting against his palm in a way that made his pulse quicken. He wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this—why he was even here like this with her—but the thrill surging through him made it hard to stop.

"Your hands are so rough~" Yuuna whispered, her voice laced with a teasing edge as his hands worked the soap over her skin. He felt the foam spread under his fingers, and Yuuna's soft moans, escaping in delicate gasps, sent a shiver down his spine. She arched slightly, pressing into his touch as her back tensed with pleasure. "Hnnn~"

Kouhei gulped hard, feeling heat rise to his face. Is this actually happening? He knew they were inching dangerously close to a line, yet his brain was too clouded to stop. His body was betraying him, his dick twitching so hard it was practically painful. Thankfully, he was behind her, sparing him from the embarrassment of her seeing the telltale bulge. If she were facing him, he would be mortified.

Slowly, Kouhei's hands moved down, leaving her breasts to slide over her toned stomach, spreading the slick soap across her skin. Even as he massaged her abdomen, Yuuna's soft whimpers and quiet gasps continued.

"Okumura-kun," she murmured suddenly, her voice softer, almost sultry.

"W-What is it, President?"

"Do you want me to wash your back, too?"

Kouhei's heart thudded. The idea sent a wave of relief through him—if she was going to wash him, he wouldn't have to keep touching her. And yet, a pang of hesitation lingered. He wanted to keep feeling her under his hands, but he knew if he refused, she'd only tease him for it.

"O-Okay…"

He agreed, trying to keep his voice steady. He stood, and they traded places, Kouhei sitting on the chair while Yuuna took her place behind him.

At least now I can't see her, he thought, glancing down. His crotch was covered by a towel, yet the obvious outline of his hard dick was pressing against it. Maybe this will help me calm down…

But suddenly, he felt Yuuna's hands sliding around his sides from behind.

Wait… wasn't she going to wash my back? he thought, confused, as her hands wrapped around him, and then he felt her breasts pressing up against his back. She squeezed him tightly, shifting to rub her chest slowly up and down his bare skin.

"W-What are you doing, President?!"

"Do you really need to ask?" she replied smoothly. "I'm washing your back… with my breasts."

She continued, pressing her soft curves against him, moving rhythmically as though this were a totally normal way to wash someone's back.

"Um, shouldn't you be using a sponge instead?" he stammered, the pressure of her body and her scent overwhelming his senses.

"What are you talking about?" she purred. "This is the most effective way for us to connect. This way, we're bonding just like you did with me last night. By holding me close, you created a stronger bond, didn't you? Doing this, like this… might just make us even closer."

Kouhei thought that sitting here, focusing on calming himself, might somehow stop his cock from stiffening further. But he was dead wrong—if anything, it felt even more intense, the heat between them escalating, making every touch seem more erotic than before.

This isn't good... I need to take control, or something is going to happen...!

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Just as his mind was spiraling through every possible escape plan, Yuuna's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Okumura-kun, does it feel good?" she asked, her tone soft and almost teasing.

"Y-Yes…" he stammered, unable to lie. It did feel good, overwhelmingly so.

"Then tell me what I could do better. Any suggestions?" she murmured, her voice low and provocative.

Suggestions? He had no idea what she was asking. This was a world entirely foreign to him, and his mind was too clouded to form any advice.

"S-Suggestions? I… I don't know about that…"

Yuuna leaned in, her mouth so close that her warm breath tickled his ear. "Then I'll do it my way," she whispered.

And she did. Her movements changed, sliding her breasts against him with new rhythms and patterns. She adjusted the pressure, pushing harder at times, her breasts molding against his back in ways that had him practically melting. He could feel her nipples harden against his skin, pressing firmly as her body shifted, each motion slow and purposeful.

His heart pounded. Yuuna wasn't just doing this for his sake—she seemed to be getting as aroused as he was, her breathing heavier, her moans softly escaping with each slide of her chest.

"Ah! Okumura-kun… Amazing… my body feels so hot…!" she murmured, her voice dripping with a sweetness he had never heard from her before. Her skin felt warmer, her touch charged, her hands lingering against his chest, adding to the heat sparking between them.

The school's idol, Sarushima Yuuna, was this close to him, her body rubbing so sensually against his back. The realization sent a rush of excitement and confusion through him. If he turned around, he knew he'd see her face—flushed and overwhelmed, those eyes filled with lust as her hardened nipples pressed insistently against his back.

He shouldn't, but…

Unable to resist, he let himself turn just enough to catch a glimpse. And there she was—Yuuna, her breasts slick with soap and foam, nipples erect, her face beautifully flushed, looking more erotic than he could have imagined. When she noticed him looking, she shot him a playful, sultry smile.

"What is it, Okumura-kun?" she asked.

"N-Nothing…" He quickly turned back, heart racing. He couldn't explain why he'd looked, but now he wished he hadn't. Every last bit of resistance in him was wearing thin, as if he were teetering on the edge of something he couldn't pull back from.

"Okumura-kun," Yuuna whispered, pressing her chest against him once more. She slid her arms around his waist, leaning close as she glanced down at his lap. "It looks like you're hard down there," she noted, her eyes lingering on the obvious outline of his cock against the towel. "It must feel… painful like that."

It was painful, a throbbing need that was impossible to ignore. This erotic situation had rendered his hard-on an undeniable truth, one that wouldn't relent.

"Do you want me to touch it? And relieve it, while I'm at it?" Yuuna's words hung in the air, heavy with suggestion.

Relieve, she said. He knew exactly what she meant, and the thought made him feel uncomfortably vulnerable. Yet there was only one way she could alleviate that discomfort.

"Is it okay, President?"

"For you, Okumura-kun, I will do it," she replied, her tone confident and smooth. It was hard to believe she was just teasing him with that kind of composure.

"T-Then, will you help me?" he asked. He knew this was wrong, but the thrill of her offer was intoxicating, making the guilt seem a little more manageable.

"Then…" Yuuna said, her fingers reaching out to lift the towel, letting it drop to the floor. His cock sprang free, standing proudly, released from the confines of the fabric. "Wow…" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and lust. She had seen it before, but the sight still excited her, igniting a fire in her gaze.

Her hand curled around his shaft, warmth enveloping him.

"Ngh…" Kouhei moaned, shivers coursing through him at the sensation. Yuuna began moving her hand, sliding up and down, sending waves of pleasure through him.

But then she paused. "I think this is more efficient," she said with a playful smirk. She grabbed the body soap, pouring it onto her palm, the slick lather glistening. With renewed vigor, she wrapped her fingers around him again, this time using the body soap as a lubricant.

The coldness of the soap mingled with the warmth of her hand, creating a heavenly contrast that had Kouhei gritting his teeth. Each stroke felt incredible, the friction dissipating into pure pleasure as she moved more smoothly.

While she worked him, Yuuna pressed herself against his back, her body molding against him, and began licking his neck, sending an electrifying jolt through him. It was a triple attack of sensations that had his breathing quickening, every nerve in his body igniting with desire.

His toes curled involuntarily as pleasure built within him, then—without warning—his dick twitched, signaling the inevitable release.

Suddenly, the white-hot liquid surged from his balls, coursing through his urethra and erupting from his cock in a powerful climax.

"Ah! So hot!" Yuuna exclaimed, feeling the warmth of his cum splatter onto her palm. Kouhei gasped, heavy breaths escaping him as he rode the waves of release.

Yuuna pulled her hand back, entranced as she gazed at the hot cum on her palm. Her eyes sparkled with fascination, and she spread her fingers, watching how the cum threaded like a delicate web between them. The sight seemed to mesmerize her, and she brought her hand close to her face, licking it clean with a tantalizing flick of her tongue, savoring every drop as if it were the sweetest nectar.