I Took A Succubus's First Time

Kouhei and Misuzu walked side by side toward the cafeteria, their shoulders brushing against each other now and then, sending faint, fleeting warmth between them. The sensation was subtle yet impossible to ignore.

The students they passed couldn't help but pause, their footsteps faltering as they stared with wide eyes.

Yuki Misuzu—that Yuki Misuzu—was walking with Okumura Kouhei.

Of all people.

Whispers spread like wildfire, rippling through the crowd. Some exchanged glances, their faces painted with confusion, while others gawked outright.

Kouhei's reputation preceded him. He was infamous on campus, his name always linked to the most stunning women in school. The student council, in particular, was composed of such dazzling beauty that outsiders often visited just to catch a glimpse of them. While there were plenty of other attractive girls on campus, the council members were different—otherworldly, almost unreal, as if their beauty had been carved into existence by the hands of a master artist.

And Misuzu… she was on an entirely different level.

It was only natural—after all, she was a model.

Not just any model, but a rising star. Though still new to the industry, her name had already spread across the country. She had graced the pages of prestigious fashion magazines, even landing a coveted cover shoot.

So why was she walking with him?

The thought echoed in the minds of everyone who saw them.

What was it about Kouhei? What did he possess that made him so irresistible to beautiful women? What did he have that other men lacked?

No one had been able to answer that question.

"I'm sorry, Okumura-kun. I'm not bothering you, am I?" Misuzu asked, her voice soft yet rich, carrying a natural elegance that made it impossible to ignore.

"I don't mind at all, Yuki-san," Kouhei replied effortlessly. "If anything, I should be asking if I'm the one bothering you."

Misuzu chuckled, her lips curving into a smile so enchanting it could make a man forget how to breathe.

"Oh, don't worry," she said. "Actually, you're helping me a lot."

She cast a brief glance around them before lowering her voice slightly. "I'm not much of a fighter. In the Yuuna Faction, I serve as support. The only offensive ability I have is a weak shockwave—it stuns enemies for a moment, but that's it. Other than that… I'm basically defenseless."

There was a quiet vulnerability in her words. Even during the battle against the Corrupted One, she had stayed on the sidelines. If she had stepped too close, it would have been over for her. Compared to the others in the Yuuna Faction, she was—without question—the weakest.

"With you by my side, I can finally relax," she admitted, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Lately, I've felt like someone's been watching me… following me. It's unsettling." Her voice softened. "But being with you puts me at ease."

Then, she smiled at him again.

It was breathtaking—so flawless, so radiant that for a fleeting moment, Kouhei felt a strange weightlessness in his chest, as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

His heart gave a single, unsteady beat.

Then, as if snapping out of a trance, he quickly shook his head.

"Well then, why don't we—oh, there's a seat over there."

They made their way to an empty table, a cozy spot just big enough for the two of them. After settling in, they went to place their orders.

When they returned with their trays, Kouhei's gaze immediately fell on Misuzu's meal.

Her portion was… alarmingly small.

Noticing his stare, Misuzu let out a soft laugh, her voice carrying an airy charm. "I'm on a diet. I have to keep myself in top shape—it's part of my job, after all."

Right. She was a model.

Strict discipline over one's body was a requirement in her world. Maintaining a fit, sculpted figure—one that exuded allure and elegance—was an unspoken rule of the industry.

Still, Kouhei found himself wondering—was it really necessary?

No matter how much he tried, he could never quite understand the logic behind it.

"Oh, by the way, Okumura-kun, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

Misuzu's voice was casual, yet beneath it, there was a quiet intensity that made Kouhei pause. She tilted her head slightly, her long lashes casting faint shadows over her sharp, captivating eyes. Her gaze locked onto his, unwavering, as if she were trying to read something beyond the surface.

"It's been on my mind for a while now… What exactly is your relationship with Yuuna? And with Hina, Nagisa, and Aria, for that matter?"

Kouhei had just lifted his glass to his lips when her words struck him like a bolt of lightning.

—Cough!

He nearly choked on his drink, barely managing to keep himself from sputtering. His throat burned slightly as he set the glass down, glancing at Misuzu with a mixture of shock and caution.

"Um… Why are you asking me that all of a sudden?" he asked, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Misuzu didn't answer immediately. Instead, she glanced around, her expression thoughtful, as if ensuring that no one was within earshot. Then, leaning in slightly, she lowered her voice to a near whisper.

"Actually… I want to get stronger."

There was a weight to her words, an almost desperate resolve laced within them.

"That battle against the Corrupted One… it made me realize something."

She clenched her fingers together, her perfectly manicured nails pressing into her palm.

"I was completely useless."

Her voice was calm, but there was a self-loathing undertone to it.

"I barely did anything. I threw out a few shockwaves here and there, but they didn't even scratch it. I was helpless—just standing on the sidelines, watching as the others fought with everything they had. And it hit me."

She let out a slow exhale, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass.

"I'm falling behind. Instead of closing the gap, it's only growing wider."

Kouhei remained silent, but deep down, he understood exactly how she felt.

The suffocating weight of inadequacy. The crushing feeling of watching those around you grow stronger while you remained stagnant.

It was a feeling he knew all too well.

Misuzu lifted her gaze, her eyes burning with quiet frustration.

"And then, I noticed something."

She took a slow sip of her drink before continuing, her words measured.

"Those four—Yuuna, Hina, Nagisa, and Aria—they've all gotten much stronger. And I couldn't help but wonder…"

She met his eyes directly.

"Is it because they're around you?"

Kouhei felt his breath hitch slightly.

"Because they're close to you?"

A brief silence settled between them.

Misuzu's lips parted slightly before she spoke again.

"But then I started observing them more carefully."

She tapped her index finger lightly against the table.

"And I realized… they're not just close to you."

Her voice was almost teasing, yet there was an edge of certainty beneath it.

"Their relationship with you is… different."

Kouhei's expression stiffened slightly.

"So, I want to know, Okumura-kun."

She leaned in, her presence growing just a little more imposing.

"What exactly is your relationship with them?"

She was sharp. Too sharp.

"Because…" she continued, her tone calm, "if that's what made them stronger, then I want to be part of it too."

There it was. The real reason behind her questioning.

She wasn't just curious—she was looking for a way to bridge the gap between her and the others. To catch up, no matter what it took.

Kouhei narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yuki-san… You're not seriously thinking that if they gained strength from being in a relationship with me, then you should do the same, are you?"

Misuzu smiled softly, though something in her gaze hinted at a deeper resolve.

"Well…" she murmured, "I'm sure my agency wouldn't exactly approve of me dating someone."

A quiet chuckle left her lips.

"And if the paparazzi ever found out, it would probably turn into a massive scandal. Maybe even something that ends up on national television."

She exhaled lightly, her smile never fading.

"But even so… if that's what it takes, then I will."

Kouhei's throat went dry.

He hadn't expected that answer.

But Misuzu wasn't finished.

Her gaze softened ever so slightly, and for a brief moment, her expression was unreadable.

"Because I want to support Yuuna… in her fight against her brother."

That was what drove her.

Not fame. Not recognition.

She wanted power—for someone else's sake.

Kouhei found himself at a loss for words.

That kind of determination—throwing everything away, even her own personal boundaries, just to stand beside the person she believed in—was rare.

It was admirable.

But even so…

Kouhei couldn't bring himself to go through with it.

Of course, he wouldn't deny that having Misuzu interested in him was flattering. Any man would be thrilled at the idea of someone like her considering such a relationship.

But this—this wasn't right.

A real bond wasn't just a means to an end.

If their connection was built on nothing more than gaining strength, then it would never truly be real.

And in the end, something like that…

Would only serve to weaken them both.