I Took A Succubus's First Time

This was precisely why Kouhei felt compelled to make her understand that she was not the perfect leader she believed herself to be.

"I see..." Yuuna murmured, her voice soft as she looked down at her revealing attire. The fabric hugged her body, accentuating every curve. A deep blush spread across her cheeks. "So that's why you dressed me like this... To humiliate me? To show me that I'm not as perfect as I think? Although, I still have no idea what you intend to do with me."

Despite living for centuries, Yuuna had never encountered pornography until she met Kouhei, leaving her quite naive about his intentions.

"Why don't we take the forest path," Kouhei suggested. "It leads up from the second parking lot."

Though she was uncertain of his intentions, Yuuna obediently followed him. However, as they approached the open area, a realization struck her—she would soon be in full view of the public, dressed in attire that was far from appropriate.

She abruptly stopped, the collar around her neck causing her to jerk forward as Kouhei continued walking. He halted and turned to look at her.

"What is it, Yuuna-san?"

"Um... I'm wearing something like this," she stammered, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment. Though her outfit did not expose any intimate areas, it revealed far more skin than she was comfortable showing in public.

Although this scenario was merely a creation of Kouhei's imagination through the Love Link container, it felt startlingly real. Every detail, from the cool evening breeze brushing against their skin to the distant hum of voices from the imaginary park-goers, was crafted with unnerving precision. Yuuna was completely aware that everything around her—the park, the people, even the sounds—were all products of Kouhei's mind. But even though she knew that in her head, she doubted she could maintain her usual stoic demeanor amidst such vivid realism.

Much to her dismay, Kouhei's voice broke through her swirling thoughts.

"It's fine, Yuuna-san. No one's going to see you," he said, his tone disarmingly casual. "At least, if we don't make any noise at all."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, her body betraying her as warmth pooled in her core. Despite her unwillingness to feel aroused by such a humiliating situation, Yuuna couldn't control the heat that surged through her. Her insides grew hot, and her vagina moistened, throbbing with an unbidden desire.

Kouhei's eyes were piercing, his gaze unwavering. His features seemed sharper than ever, his jawline defined. He looked unbearably handsome under the soft glow of the street lamps. Her body was reacting to him. Her womanhood clenched involuntarily, a pulse of heat radiating through her abdomen.

Without realizing it, she obeyed his command and stepped out into the open, her movements stiff and hesitant. She crossed her arms over her body, trying in vain to cover herself as they walked. The collar around her neck clinked softly with each step, the chain connecting her to Kouhei swaying mockingly.

Fortunately, the area they were walking through was secluded, with few people around. The dim lighting shrouded them in shadow, concealing the scandalous reality of her situation. Yet, despite the darkness, Yuuna couldn't shake the mortifying awareness that she was parading around in clothing meant solely for intimate encounters.

The delicate lace clung to her curves, accentuating every contour of her body. The collar felt heavy around her neck, its cool metal a constant reminder of her submission. Every subtle movement made the chain jingle, the sound echoing in her ears and amplifying her embarrassment.

'I knew he was sadistic—just like me—but... I never thought he was capable of something like this...' Yuuna thought, her face burning with shame.

Humiliation coursed through her, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. Yet, despite the shame, her body betrayed her. Heat coiled low in her belly, her womanhood growing slick as her arousal intensified.

They came to a halt before a grand fountain, the water dancing under the moonlight. The gentle spray of mist kissed her skin, cool and refreshing against her heated body. It was clear they were at the heart of the park, an open space with no hiding spots. But to her relief, no one else was around.

"It's lucky no one's here to see you, Yuuna-san," Kouhei remarked. "Now then, take off your clothes."

"Eh?" Her voice wavered, eyes widening in shock.

"I want you to be fully naked tonight, Yuuna-san," he continued, his tone firm and unyielding. "No exceptions."

Her heart thudded violently in her chest, her breath catching in her throat. But despite the public setting and the overwhelming humiliation she felt, her body moved on its own. Her fingers trembled as she slipped out of her clothes, the fabric falling away with disturbing ease.

She stood before him in her underwear—a scandalously sexy set of black lace that hugged her body perfectly. A delicate top and matching bottoms that left little to the imagination, paired with a garter belt and netted tights that emphasized the length of her legs. It was a sight designed to tempt, to seduce, and she felt painfully vulnerable standing there, exposed under the night sky.

Despite the humiliation of being outdoors in such provocative attire, Yuuna felt a strange thrill racing through her. The cool night air caressed her bare skin, sending shivers up her spine. Her nipples hardened beneath the lace, a testament to her growing arousal.

There was a peculiar sense of freedom in being so exposed and so vulnerable. A liberation she had never experienced before—not during her time at the Great House of Sarushima, where every aspect of her life had been tightly controlled and suffocating.

"I want you to remove those as well, Yuuna-san," Kouhei commanded, his voice low and authoritative. His eyes raked over her body, lingering on every curve. "Although, you can keep the tights and garter belt. I want to see you completely bare."

Yuuna's throat went dry, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe. Her face burned with shame, yet her body responded eagerly. Her core clenched, a rush of wetness flooding her womanhood as his words sent a thrill of excitement through her.

Even her underwear? He was truly cruel. Her heart raced, blood roaring in her ears as she processed his demand. It was beyond humiliating—utterly degrading. Yet, she couldn't deny the pulse of desire that coursed through her.

It was sick, twisted even. But the thought of obeying Kouhei's sadistic whims sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her, leaving her trembling with anticipation.