I Took A Succubus's First Time

They walked side by side, making their way toward the teacher's office while their conversation drifted from one topic to another. Somewhere along the way, the discussion turned to anime, and to Kouhei's mild surprise, Hiyori seemed genuinely interested.

"Can you recommend me something?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

Kouhei ran a hand through his hair, thinking for a moment before listing off a few titles. Hiyori's eyes practically sparkled.

"Oh! I've watched that one!" she exclaimed. "It was really good, but I was so sad when it ended."

Kouhei chuckled at her enthusiasm, but then Hiyori's expression softened slightly as she glanced at him.

"You know, Okumura-kun… I don't think we've ever talked this much before, have we?"

Kouhei blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the realization.

"Huh… I guess not," he admitted.

"I remember you getting scolded last year," Hiyori giggled, covering her mouth with her sleeve. "Fufufu, you were so sleepy that you dozed off right in the middle of a lecture. The teacher looked so mad!"

Kouhei groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Ugh… please don't bring that up."

Hiyori simply giggled again, clearly amused.

It was then that Kouhei realized something peculiar.

He was talking to Hiyori naturally.

"Uh, you know, Okumura-kun," Hiyori suddenly shifted the topic, her voice wavering slightly as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you dating Saionji-san?"

Kouhei didn't flinch. His expression remained unreadable, his posture relaxed, betraying none of the surprise flickering in his mind. By now, the murmurs had spread—everyone had noticed just how close he and Hina had become. They weren't just casually acquainted; Hina spoke to him in a hushed, intimate tone, something she never did with anyone else. The girl once branded the "Ice Queen"—a frigid, untouchable beauty whose expression never wavered—had thawed only for him.

That alone was enough to set tongues wagging.

People weren't blind to the change in him, either. Kouhei had once been quiet, passive—a boy easily overlooked. But now? He carried himself with an effortless confidence, his presence commanding attention without trying. It was only natural that people assumed his transformation had something to do with Hina.

"Uh, well… we may be close, but we're not dating," Kouhei replied smoothly, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering.

But the truth lay beneath his carefully chosen words.

He was dating Hina. He had already claimed her, and she had claimed him. However, their relationship wasn't one that could be openly flaunted. If people knew the full extent of it, they wouldn't understand. They'd judge, scorn, whisper behind their backs. So, he kept it hidden.

Hiyori's cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, and for a fleeting moment, she hesitated. She had asked that question not out of idle curiosity but out of something deeper—something selfish. She wanted to hear him say it, to confirm that he wasn't taken, that he was still… available.

"I… I see…" she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. Then, under her breath, as if trying to suppress her relief, she muttered, "That's a relief…"

A whisper so soft it should have been lost to the air.

But Kouhei heard it.

His sharp eyes flicked to her. "What?"

Hiyori stiffened, her breath catching. Had he really heard that? That fleeting, near-silent admission? His hearing must be absurdly sharp if he had picked up on something that barely left her lips.

"N-Nothing…!" she blurted out in a rush, flustered. "Oh…"

A heavy silence stretched between them. Her heart pounded against her ribs, and her mind scrambled for a way to divert the conversation. But another question clawed at the edge of her thoughts, begging to be voiced.

"W-Well, if you're not dating Saionji-san, then… are you perhaps dating Kiyohara-senpai?"

Her voice was steadier this time, but the question hung in the air like a loaded bullet.

Hina wasn't the only one close to Kouhei. There was another—Kiyohara Nagisa, a woman from the upper grade.

Nagisa's name carried weight. Rumors trailed after her like shadows, whispering of her supposed habit of toying with men. They said she dated men on a whim, discarding them just as quickly. Some even claimed to have fucked her, boasting about nights spent tangled in sheets. Yet, no one had ever produced proof, and the truth remained shrouded in speculation. Some dismissed the gossip, refusing to believe it. Others relished in it, eager to stain her reputation.

Hiyori, however, had never put much stock in rumors.

But what was undeniable was Nagisa's connection to Kouhei. They were seen together often, their interactions unusually comfortable. And unlike with others, Nagisa seemed genuinely… happy around him.

"Like with Hina-san, I'm simply close to her. But no, we're not dating," Kouhei answered with practiced ease.

Another lie.

Nagisa was his lover too. But just like before, he couldn't reveal the truth. Not when the reality was far more complicated than a simple label could define.

"Hmm… Okumura-kun, you call them by their first names, don't you?"

"They told me there was no need for formality," he responded effortlessly.

His tone was light, natural—crafted to perfection. No hesitation, no misplaced pauses, nothing that could invite suspicion. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his pulse thrummed just a little quicker than usual.

Hiyori was prying.

Kouhei wasn't sure why Hiyori was so keen on prying into his relationships, but there was something in her tone—something subtle yet unmistakable. It felt as though she was trying to gauge his emotions, weighing his every word carefully.

"Huh… Well, I am close with them, after all," Kouhei replied, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation. He wanted to scratch his cheek, feeling the awkward tension in the air, but his hands were occupied, leaving him with no choice but to endure the discomfort.

"Oh? And what about the President, Okumura-kun? Are you also…?"

"No. No, don't worry about it," he cut in swiftly, not giving her the chance to finish. His tone was firm but not unkind. "Besides, I don't think I have what it takes to stand by them."

Hiyori exhaled, and though it was subtle, Kouhei caught the slight shift in her expression. Her sigh—it wasn't one of disappointment, but rather… relief?

He frowned slightly, wondering what exactly was going through her mind. But before he could dwell on it, they reached the teachers' office. The two of them placed the materials they had been carrying onto the desk and exchanged a few words with the teacher before stepping out together.

"Okumura-kun," Hiyori called, her voice soft yet firm.

Kouhei turned to her, raising an eyebrow.

"I think you don't give yourself enough credit," she said, meeting his gaze with sincerity. "You're much cooler than you think."

"Y-You think so?"

Kouhei blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He had never thought of himself as cool—not even once. Yet here was Hiyori, looking at him with unwavering certainty, as if she truly believed in those words.

"You may not have noticed, but I was there when you stopped the mugger," she continued, her voice growing quieter.

"Eh? You were there?"

"Yes," she nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. "It was incredible, really. The way you stopped him—it was nothing like the Okumura-kun I've known since our first year. You were different. More confident, more composed… more assertive. People have been speculating that your change is because of the President, Saionji-san, or Kiyohara-senpai."

A flicker of something unreadable crossed her eyes as she said that. Was it jealousy? Longing? Whatever it was, Hiyori herself was aware of it.

By now, she understood her own feelings.

After all, every time she saw him—every time she so much as heard his voice—her heart fluttered, betraying her emotions with each beat.

"I don't think I've changed that much," Kouhei admitted after a pause. "Personally, I don't feel any different. Maybe to others, I seem that way, but deep down… I'm still the same person. Which is why I have to change faster… and become stronger."

"Stronger…?"

"Ah, no. It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Kouhei realized too late that he had let his thoughts slip. Fortunately, Hiyori didn't seem to catch on.

As they walked, the soft echo of their footsteps filled the hallway—until a bright, sing-song voice shattered the quiet.

"Oh, senpai~!"

A cheerful, teasing voice rang out, carrying a playful energy that was impossible to ignore.

Kouhei turned his head, only to find himself face-to-face with a petite girl radiating a bubbly charm—Himeno Yui.

A lively underclassman. And one who had recently taken an interest in him.

"Hello, Himeno-san," he greeted her politely, though the suddenness of her appearance caught him off guard.

"I finally found you! I've been looking for you the entire lunch break," she pouted, crossing her arms. "You disappeared right after eating and went straight back to your classroom, so I had to come all the way up to the second-year floor to find you."

Then, as if just noticing Hiyori, Yui blinked before offering a bright smile.

"Oh, hello to you too, senpai."

"Hello," Hiyori responded with slight hesitation. "Um… did you say you needed to speak with Okumura-kun?"

"Yes, actually," Yui chirped, clasping her hands together. "There's something I need to discuss with him… but I'd rather not disclose it." She gave Hiyori a polite but pointed look. "I'm sorry, senpai, but I can't share it with you."

"I… I see…"

Hiyori's expression faltered for a fraction of a second.

She hadn't expected Kouhei to be close with an underclassman as well.

Before she could process the thought any further, Yui acted.

"Okumura-senpai, let's go," Yui said with a playful lilt in her voice.

And just like that, she stepped forward, looping her arm through his in a casual yet possessive gesture. The warmth of her touch, the natural ease with which she closed the distance—there was something effortless about it, as if she had done this countless times before.

"I want to talk to you about something," she added with a knowing smile, tugging him closer as she led the way.