I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 61: Painfully Slow

The three of them had come to a quiet agreement that their relationship wouldn't be public. It wasn't something you could just announce without drawing attention, and all of them knew that. Yuuna had offered to be the face of it, suggesting her presence alone was enough. But Hina wasn't having it. If they were both Kouhei's girlfriends, it was only right to keep things equal, hidden or not.

Today, Kouhei and Hina were having lunch together like usual. And, as expected, they were still the center of attention on campus. People couldn't wrap their heads around why the beautiful, popular Ice Princess would hang out with the most boring guy in school. Kouhei, used to being a ghost to most people, found the sudden attention exhausting. Kouhei kept his head down, pretending not to notice. When someone worked up the courage to ask why they were so close, his answer was always the same: a wry smile, a shrug, and a lazy, "I have no idea."

Hina handled things in her own way. That signature smile of hers—cool and distant—was all it took to shut people up. No one dared push further once she flashed it.

Most people actually gave up. Maybe it was because of the way Hina looked at him, her eyes soft, her lips curved in genuine happiness. That alone was enough to make people stop asking questions. Well, not everyone—some people were still holding on, especially those hopelessly in love with Hina.

Takahashi, for instance.

He was practically the class clown, full of life and charisma. And he'd had a massive crush on Hina for ages. He tried everything to catch her attention. But no matter what he did, it always ended in failure. It wasn't like he was unattractive, either. Takahashi was well-known around school and a solid member of the soccer team. His build was athletic, his face handsome enough to turn heads. So why didn't Hina ever seem interested?

That's what ate away at him.

What really fucked with his head, though, was Kouhei.

A nobody. An invisible otaku who barely existed in the eyes of most people. How the fuck did someone like him snag Hina's attention? It didn't add up. Takahashi had always written him off as harmless. A non-threat. And yet, here he was. Sure, people in class knew Kouhei had a crush on Hina, but nobody saw him as a threat. He was invisible, harmless. Or so Takahashi thought.

Now, he couldn't figure out why. How did Kouhei manage to pull off something he couldn't? It made no sense. It drove him insane.

And then, there was that incident—the one where Hina had touched him, and he'd fucking orgasmed on the spot. The memory still haunted him. He didn't understand it. It didn't make sense. Was it because of his love for Hina? Was that why? He had no idea.

He couldn't let Kouhei win. Not like this. He wasn't about to let Kouhei walk away with the girl of his dreams.

The problem? Hina's warning. She'd made it crystal clear—anyone who messed with Kouhei would deal with her wrath. Even Sotomura, who wasn't afraid of anything, backed down. Nobody wanted to cross the Ice Princess.

Still, Takahashi waited. Bided his time. Eventually, he found his opening.

***

After lunch, Kouhei and Hina made their way back to class. Their footsteps echoed softly in the hallway, a comfortable silence hanging between them.

Suddenly, Hina stopped in her tracks.

"I'm heading to the student council office," she said.

"Oh... okay. Want me to come with you?" Kouhei offered, tilting his head slightly.

Hina smiled, the corners of her lips lifting just enough to soften her usual cool demeanor. Her white hair shimmered under the fluorescent lights as it swayed with her movements. "No. I've got this. See you later," she said, her tone gentle but firm.

"Alright… see you," Kouhei replied, watching her walk away.

The awkwardness that once lingered between them was gone. After a month together, being around Hina felt natural. Easy. Comfortable. All the tension and nervousness had melted away. Now, it just felt... right. Like they fit.

When Kouhei walked into the classroom alone, the sight waiting for him made his stomach tighten. Takahashi was there, lounging on his desk with a smug grin. He wasn't alone either—his entourage loitered around him, eyes gleaming with anticipation. It was obvious they'd been waiting for this moment.

This isn't good... Kouhei thought. But instead of panicking, he remained calm. The old him would've frozen, maybe even turned tail. But now? He wasn't the same pushover. With steady steps, he approached.

"Well, well, Otaku-kun," Takahashi sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Done having lunch with Saonji-san?"

"Yeah," Kouhei replied evenly, his eyes flicking to his occupied desk.

Takahashi caught the glance and smirked. "Oh? You want your seat back?" He leaned forward, the smugness in his voice sharpening. "How about you follow me somewhere first?"

By now, the classroom was watching intently. Everyone knew the unspoken rule that Hina's wrath was a guarantee for anyone who dared mess with Kouhei. Sotomura had learned that lesson the hard way, and no one was eager to repeat his mistake. But Takahashi? He hadn't faced her yet, and his arrogance hadn't been checked.

Despite the obvious tension, no one stepped in. Most figured Takahashi's move was natural. He was crazy about Hina, after all. His interest in confronting Kouhei wasn't surprising—it was inevitable. Even though everyone knew this wouldn't magically make Hina leave Kouhei, curiosity burned. They all wondered the same thing: what did she see in him?

Kouhei didn't want trouble, but it was clear this wouldn't blow over if he refused. If he wanted his desk back without escalating things, he had to play along.

With a resigned sigh, he followed Takahashi and his crew.

They led him behind the gym, where the air felt heavier, charged with unspoken tension. Takahashi wasted no time, shoving Kouhei roughly against the wall.

"Alright, enough bullshit," Takahashi snapped, his voice low but laced with fury. "What's the deal with you and Saonji-san? Are you two a thing, or are you just her little errand boy? Because let me tell you, this whole setup makes zero fucking sense. What the hell does she see in someone like you?" His eyes narrowed, burning with frustration. "If you keep acting like a clueless idiot, I swear I'll smash that dumb face of yours."

Kouhei could feel the heat of Takahashi's rage, his fists clenched and trembling with restraint. It wasn't hard to figure out why he was so worked up. The guy clearly had feelings for Hina, and seeing her with Kouhei must've felt like a slap in the face.

But Kouhei couldn't give him the truth. Not here. Not now. He and Hina had made a promise—to keep their relationship under wraps.

And besides, Kouhei was boxed in, no room to maneuver even if he wanted to.

"I'm sorry, Takahashi-kun, but Hi… Saonji-san and I are just… close friends, you might say," Kouhei answered, keeping his voice steady despite the tension in the air.

"Close friends?" Takahashi's lips curled into a mocking sneer. "Bullshit. How the fuck does someone like you get close to her? You two have nothing in common. Nothing. Yet she's suddenly all over you? Close enough to publicly vow to protect you, close enough to have lunch together every damn day. Don't fuck with me."

"I-I really don't know why she's doing all that," Kouhei stammered, glancing away for a second too long.

Something snapped in Takahashi's eyes, a shift from irritation to outright rage. Before Kouhei could even blink, Takahashi's fist came barreling toward his face.

Everything slowed. Kouhei's vision tunneled in on that clenched fist, watching its every movement. The swing was telegraphed, clumsy. Compared to Aria's lightning-fast sword strikes, this was a sluggish, amateur attempt. Aria's blade moved like lightning, fast enough that even now he could barely track it. But this? It was slow—painfully slow. Kouhei's body reacted before his mind did.

He tilted his head slightly, just enough to let the fist sail harmlessly past. Takahashi's punch hit nothing but air, continuing its momentum until it smashed into the wall.

BAM!

The dull thud echoed through the empty space. The impact wasn't enough to crack the concrete, but the sound carried weight, a testament to the force behind the strike. Takahashi recoiled immediately, clutching his hand as pain registered.

"Nghhh!?" His hiss was sharp, teeth clenched as he cradled his reddened knuckles. They weren't broken, but the swelling was instant, skin flushed and tender.

Everyone watching froze.

Kouhei dodged.

At point-blank range.

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And not just dodged—he did it effortlessly, like he'd seen the punch coming a mile away. Most wouldn't have had a chance, especially at such close quarters. But Kouhei made it look easy, as if Takahashi's rage-fueled swing was beneath him.

"You fuck!" Takahashi snarled, his surprise barely registering beneath the boiling rage. He refused to believe what just happened—had to be a fluke. Dumb luck, nothing more.

Fueled by frustration, he threw another punch, faster this time, aiming to wipe that calm look off Kouhei's face.

But Kouhei didn't flinch. He simply swayed his head to the side, effortlessly dodging again like it was nothing.