I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 41: Wet Dream

Kouhei could only watch as Yuuna brought her hand to her lips, licking the cum from her fingers with a slow, deliberate sensuality. He wanted to stop her, a part of him thinking that a girl as beautiful as her shouldn't be tasting something so raw and dirty. But the sight of her doing it—so willingly, so provocatively—ignited something deep within him. His cock twitched, responding to the sheer eroticism of it.

Yuuna, meanwhile, seemed almost caught in the moment herself, licking away every trace, savoring it. When she tried to swallow, she struggled. It was thicker than she'd expected. Her throat bobbed as she gulped, trying to get it down. She swallowed again, and again, until he could see the last of it sliding down, tracing the path from her throat down to her stomach. When she finally looked up at him, she licked her lips, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Kouhei reached out, grabbing her shoulders and gently but firmly pressing her down onto the floor. The cold, wet tiles barely registered through the fog of desire that clouded his mind. His cock throbbed painfully, achingly hard as he looked down at her. Yuuna lay before him, naked, eyes bright with anticipation, every inch of her seeming to beckon him closer. He was trying to resist, he really was. But the temptation, the way she looked, the way she had tasted him so willingly—it was all too much.

Am I… about to get ravished? Yuuna's thoughts were electric with excitement, her breaths coming faster, almost trembling as she lay beneath him. Though her words might have sounded hesitant, the gleam in her eyes said otherwise—she was looking forward to this.

Kouhei leaned in, bringing his face closer to hers. Yuuna didn't resist; instead, she closed her eyes, as if inviting him to continue, confirming that he could take this further. His heart pounded, anticipation surging through him as he closed his eyes, about to press his lips to hers, feeling the heat radiating between them. But then—the bathroom door creaked open.

Both of them froze, their heads snapping toward the door, where Hina stood, her gaze as icy as always. But Yuuna noticed a slight flicker in her expression as she looked at them—an almost imperceptible shift, a crack in her usual coolness. For the first time, Yuuna caught a glimpse of an emotion within her.

Hina's arrival snapped Kouhei out of his haze, the reality of the situation crashing down on him. I messed up, he thought, bracing himself for her to reprimand him, to call him out for letting things go this far. But Hina didn't close the door or storm out. Instead, she walked over to the tub, dropping her towel with an air of nonchalance before stepping into the water without a word.

Kouhei felt a rush of confusion. He'd expected her to be angry, maybe disgusted. But she showed no signs of either, as if this scene meant nothing to her.

"Well, it looks like we got interrupted, Okumura-kun," Yuuna said, a hint of disappointment in her voice as she glanced at Hina. Hina simply tilted her head slightly, as if acknowledging their gaze but not caring in the least.

Yuuna sighed, a teasing smile curving her lips. "It seems our little moment will have to wait. I was hoping we could finally… become one. But I suppose it'll have to wait a bit longer," she whispered, casting a lingering glance at Kouhei. "For now, though, I guess we'll have to postpone."

"Uh, okay…" Kouhei mumbled, unsure of how else to respond.

He glanced over at Hina, who was still in the bath, her head slightly tilted as she observed them with her usual impassive look.

After a moment, Kouhei backed out of the bathroom, leaving the two women inside. Today had already been so overwhelming that he felt completely drained. All he wanted was to collapse into bed, so he retreated to his assigned room, seeking rest.

***

That night, a peculiar pressure around his groin jolted him awake. Groggy, Kouhei's eyes cracked open, and his ears picked up a soft, wet sound—like water being lapped. Blinking down in confusion, he noticed a sizable bulge under his blanket, moving slightly.

"E-Eh?"

Kouhei threw the covers back, his breath catching at the sight beneath. There, nestled between his legs, were two women—naked, with nothing but their bare skin illuminated by the dim glow in the room. Their tongues worked in perfect unison, licking and gliding all over his throbbing cock, their movements synchronized as though they were a single entity.

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"Oh, he's awake!" chirped the first woman, golden-haired with vibrant, ruby-red eyes. Her face was delicate, almost angelic, yet Kouhei knew better now. It was Sarushima Yuuna.

Beside her, a woman with silvery-white hair mirrored Yuuna's actions. Her crimson gaze remained as cold and focused as always, even as she licked his shaft. It was Saonji Hina—Kouhei's crush.

They were giving him a twin blowjob, their tongues caressing him from all angles.

"W-What are you two doing?" he stammered, trying to wrap his head around this surreal scene.

"We're helping with your morning wood," Yuuna said, her voice sultry and teasing. "Relieving that tension… doesn't it feel good?"

And it did feel good—intensely good. The timing was strange, but he found himself too wrapped up in the sensations to protest. Even if he wanted to stop them, it seemed unlikely they'd let him. He swallowed, feeling his restraint slipping away.

"Hina and I had a little chat earlier," Yuuna explained, her fingers tracing circles around his base, "and we agreed it was time to… strengthen our bond with you. Make things… more intimate."

And Saonji-san went along with this? Kouhei thought, astonished.

He didn't fully understand what was happening, but the pleasure made him stop caring. To resist now would feel ungrateful, especially with the way they were making him feel.

Yuuna flashed Hina a knowing look. "Hina, I think we could make this even better." She pressed her chest against Kouhei's cock, sandwiching it between her soft, warm breasts. "Come, press yours against mine. Let's trap him with our four breasts."

A jolt of realization flickered in Kouhei's mind, but before he could fully process it, Hina leaned in, enclosing his length with her own chest. Now, his cock was completely enveloped, surrounded by the plush warmth of four breasts pressing tightly around him.

Kouhei felt like he was about to lose it; the pressure, the friction, the overwhelming warmth made his dick twitch uncontrollably.

"Does this feel good, Okumura-kun?" Yuuna whispered, her voice like silk.

"I-It's—"

Before he could answer, they both leaned in, flicking their tongues against the swollen, sensitive head of his cock, swirling around it, their mouths wet and warm. Kouhei gritted his teeth, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak until he couldn't hold back any longer. His body tensed, and he released, spurting thick ropes of cum that coated both women, painting their faces and chests in white.

But as soon as the climax hit, he jolted awake.

"Eh?"

He blinked, staring at the ceiling. Morning light filtered through the window, and he lay there, feeling an odd stickiness around his groin. He peeked under the covers and saw the telltale wet spot on his boxers.

Did I just… have a wet dream?

Flustered, he could only sigh. Considering last night's events, it wasn't exactly surprising. After being left so aroused and blue-balled, his body had simply found its own release.

I should've known it was a dream, Kouhei thought with a groan. President and Saonji-san's breasts touching? That should've been the first clue. But he'd been so swept up in the pleasure that he'd overlooked the oddity.

What now? Kouhei thought, glancing at the sticky stain on his boxers. Guess I'll have to change... can't exactly go out there with my boxers covered in cum.

With a sigh, he slid his boxers down, but as soon as he did, the door swung open.

"Hey, the President asked me to get you since breakfast is ready, and if you're still half-asleep, we're going to be late to—"

The voice was brisk, impatient, belonging to Touyama Kozue. She hadn't even opened her eyes, seemingly annoyed as she rattled off her instructions. But then, as her gaze fell on Kouhei, her eyes flew open, widening as she took in the scene before her. Kouhei, standing there in all his bare-skinned glory, just as he was in the middle of changing.

"E-Eeeek!"

Her face turned beet red as her eyes zeroed in on the exposed appendage between his legs.

"P-Pervert!" she shrieked, flustered beyond belief.

Kozue thrust out her arm, her fingers snapping into position as a glowing magic circle formed around her hand, symbols flaring to life. Before Kouhei could fully register her reaction, he saw the spark of magic flame beginning to coil in her palm, and his eyes went wide.

"W-Wait! Touyama-san, hold on—!"

"Hiyaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

But it was already too late. With a wild yell, Kozue unleashed her magic with all the intensity her embarrassment had fueled. Flames erupted in a blast, engulfing the room in a wave of heat and light.

The impact threw Kouhei back, his world spinning as the explosion rocked through him, every inch of him feeling the searing blow. When the smoke finally cleared, the room was in tatters, walls blackened, the air thick with the lingering scent of singed fabric and smoldering wood.

When the smoke cleared, Kouhei lay there, slightly singed and frazzled. Thankfully, Kozue's magical prowess wasn't in offense—she specialized in defense—so while the flames were impressive, the injuries weren't serious. At least, he was grateful he hadn't died...