I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 62: You Think I’m That Kind Of Girl?

Takahashi's eyes widened in disbelief. Kouhei dodged every punch with ease, like he could see through each move before it happened. Impossible, Takahashi thought. There was no way this otaku could pull off something like that.

But he couldn't have been more wrong. Kouhei had been training rigorously with Aria, honing his sword skills. His reflexes had sharpened to a razor's edge, and his focus was locked in like never before. Takahashi's attacks weren't just predictable—they were slow in Kouhei's eyes, making it easy to dodge.

Suddenly, one of Takahashi's lackeys swept in with a low kick aimed at Kouhei's feet, trying to knock him off balance. Kouhei reacted instantly, springing into the air to avoid the attempt.

Before his feet even touched the ground, another fist came flying at him. Kouhei twisted his body midair, narrowly avoiding the hit with a smooth backward lean. Five guys were attacking him at once, but none of them could land a single punch. Not even one.

Minutes passed, and eventually, all five collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Their faces were flushed with exhaustion, muscles trembling from overexertion. Despite throwing everything they had, Kouhei stood untouched.

"Haa... W-What... the hell? Why can't we hit him?" one of them panted, disbelief etched into his voice.

Takahashi clenched his fists. He wasn't just strong—he had been training his body relentlessly, aiming to become a professional soccer player. His strength and stamina should've overwhelmed someone like Kouhei, a nobody. An otaku. And yet, here he was, defeated without landing a single blow.

"A-Are... all of you alright?" Kouhei's voice broke the silence, filled with genuine concern.

That small act of kindness—checking on them after utterly humiliating them—was a brutal punch to Takahashi's pride. His jaw clenched so tight it ached.

Damn it... I can't even beat a fucking otaku, Takahashi seethed internally. His thoughts spiraled, each one more bitter than the last. I couldn't win Saonji-san's heart, and now I can't even win a fight against this loser. The rage bubbling inside him felt unbearable.

"Damn it... Damn it!" he roared, slamming his fist into the ground repeatedly. Each impact sent tremors through his arm, but the pain didn't register over the burn of humiliation.

Kouhei, taken aback, watched in silence. He didn't understand why Takahashi was reacting so violently. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a familiar voice interrupted.

"You should leave him alone now, Kou-kun," Nagisa's calm, teasing tone broke the tension.

"Kiyohara-san..." Kouhei's voice trailed off as he turned to face her.

"Let's just go," she purred, sliding her arm through his and pressing her soft breasts firmly against him. Normally, this would have Kouhei blushing and stammering, but his mind was still preoccupied with Takahashi's outburst.

Nagisa, however, wasn't about to let him dwell. Tugging him along, she guided him away from the scene. Kouhei glanced back over his shoulder, concern still lingering in his eyes, but Nagisa stopped him.

"You shouldn't waste your time worrying about boys who try to win a girl by tearing down the guy she actually likes," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. Then, with a wicked grin, she added, "Instead, why don't you focus on enjoying the feeling of my breasts pressed against your arm?"

The words snapped Kouhei out of his thoughts. His face flushed as he pulled away quickly.

"Fufufu... Did my breasts feel good?" Nagisa teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"S-Stop teasing me, Kiyohara-san," Kouhei muttered, his face burning.

"It's your fault, you know," Nagisa shot back, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You don't play with me like you do with Hina and Yuuna... at the same time." Her lips brushed against his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. Kouhei jolted at the sensation, heat pooling in his core.

Living in the Saonji Mansion, Nagisa was all too aware of the nights filled with muffled moans drifting from Kouhei's room. It wasn't just confined to the bedroom either. Sometimes, the sounds echoed from the bath, the unmistakable signs of their frequent threesomes.

"Maybe I should join next time," Nagisa mused aloud, tapping a finger thoughtfully against her chin.

"I-I don't think that's a good idea, Kiyohara-san," Kouhei stammered, his eyes darting anywhere but at her. His voice trembled, barely above a whisper, like he was afraid the words might break something fragile.

Nagisa's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh? And why's that? What's the problem? You want to have some fun with just me, all alone, Kou-kun?" Her voice dripped with teasing, each word stretched out like a taunt designed to crawl under his skin.

"N-No!" Kouhei's voice cracked, heat flushing his face. He took a step back, almost tripping over his own feet. "It's not like that! I just think you should... treasure your body more. And, um..." His gaze flickered nervously, words fumbling like they were being dragged out against his will. "You shouldn't feel forced to do this just because I'm... special, or something. I-I don't think we need to... do that to build a bond, Kiyohara-san."

Kouhei's power to strengthen bonds with demons made them more powerful. Thanks to their "bonding sessions"—which often involved much more than just holding hands—Yuuna and Hina had gained immense control over their abilities. Hina no longer made people climax with a mere touch, and Yuuna's mana reserves and regeneration had skyrocketed. Kouhei figured Nagisa wanted the same boost.

But deep down, he worried. Was she genuinely interested in him, or was this just duty? Was she forced into this because he happened to be some kind of catalyst?

Nagisa's eyes narrowed, her playful smirk fading. The temperature in the air seemed to drop. Her stare pinned him in place, sharp and unyielding. "You're seriously pissing me off, Kou-kun," she said. "What you're saying makes it sound like my feelings don't matter. Like I'd press my breasts against someone I don't want. You think I'm that kind of girl?"

Kouhei's breath hitched, heart pounding in his chest. "I-I didn't mean it like that..." he mumbled.

"Then what did you mean?" Nagisa shot back, crossing her arms under her chest, pushing up her ample cleavage just enough to draw his attention. Her voice softened but didn't lose its edge. "Look, I wouldn't waste my time on some random guy. I chose you, Kou-kun."

Kouhei's throat felt dry. He swallowed hard, struggling to find his voice. "Even so... I already have Hina-san and Yuuna-san. I-I don't think it's right to..." His words trailed off, unsure how to finish.

Nagisa raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning, more wicked this time. "You think they care?" She leaned in, her breath hot against his neck, sending a jolt down his spine. "Yuuna and Hina would probably cheer you on if you decided to do me right now."

Kouhei's face burned, images flashing through his mind that he wished he could erase. But they wouldn't go away. And, she wasn't wrong. He could almost hear Hina's and Yuuna's calm, amused voices encouraging him.

"I-I really hope you're kidding," he muttered.

Nagisa didn't pull back. Her grin widened. "Dead serious."

His heart raced, each beat thudding loudly in his ears. He didn't know what to believe. Was she serious? Was she messing with him? It was safer to assume the latter, but the intensity in her eyes made it hard to tell.

Nagisa was stunning. Her waist-length, golden-blonde hair swayed gently as she tilted her head, the high ponytail emphasizing the elegant curve of her neck. The school's dress code barely restrained her sense of style. Her white dress shirt clung to her body, the fabric taut over her curves. She'd rolled her sleeves up past her elbows, the casual look somehow making her even more enticing.

The blazer tied around her waist cinched her figure, and her skirt... Kouhei's gaze flicked away quickly, but not before noting how dangerously short it was. Just long enough to keep things decent—barely.

Nagisa was a gyaru through and through. Confident, fashionable, and completely unpredictable. Kouhei had seen characters like her in the dating sims he played, but those were games. Real life? He had no idea how to handle her.

"If you don't believe me," Nagisa said, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent chills down his spine, "I guess I'll just have to step up my game next time."

A knot tightened in Kouhei's stomach. The way she said it, with that devilish grin, made it clear she had something dangerous in mind. It wasn't the same kind of danger he felt with Yuuna and Hina. This was something else. Something that made his skin tingle in a way that was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

***

Far above the school, on the rooftop of a towering building, a lone figure stood against the backdrop of the setting sun. The wind howled around her, tugging at her long, dark hair and ruffling the black feathers of her wings.

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Black wings. A fallen angel. Not bound to heaven, not allied with demons. A rogue force in the war between realms.

She gazed down at the school, her sharp eyes locking onto a single figure below. Takahashi. His body trembled, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Rage radiated off him in waves, palpable even from this distance.

A slow, sinister smile curled across the fallen angel's lips.