I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 125: Kouhei, You Pervert

Just as Yuuna was about to step out of the container, she paused, turning back with an amused smirk.

"Oh, before I go, I also asked Shizue to make something for me," she said, her tone laced with anticipation.

Shizue, still gripping her tablet, tapped a few commands onto the screen. A soft, mechanical hum filled the air, followed by the sudden appearance of a monitor on the wall just above the bed. Its glow bathed the room in a faint, eerie light, drawing everyone’s attention.

On the screen, bold letters flashed into existence—"Love Link Meter."

Beneath the title, multiple meters were displayed, each one marked with a name. Hina. Yuuna. Nagisa. And even—Shizue.

Kouhei’s name was there too.

The moment Shizue caught sight of her name, she went completely stiff. A visible shudder ran through her body before her entire face erupted into a deep, burning shade of red.

"Ah…!" she squeaked, her voice cracking with pure panic. "I—I’m not participating! I’m not ready for that kind of thing yet!" She scrambled to cover her blushing face with both hands, her fingers trembling as if sheer willpower could erase her name from the list.

Yuuna, completely unfazed, continued as if Shizue hadn’t just short-circuited.

"That meter measures how close you are to performing a Love Link," she explained, her voice silky smooth. "If both partners manage to orgasm at the same time, the meter will hit 100%, officially completing the Love Link."

The screen displayed real-time percentages, tracking their progress, reacting to even the slightest fluctuations in intimacy. It was a system that didn’t just predict compatibility—it measured it in real-time, translating lust and pleasure into cold, hard data.

"As you can see, Kouhei-kun," Yuuna continued, her sharp gaze locking onto him, "the names that appear here aren’t manually entered. The container automatically scans everyone who steps inside, registering them as potential partners."

So that was how it worked.

So it wasn’t about choice—no one had manually put their names on that list. The container had scanned them the moment they stepped inside, recording their presence as data.

What a strange yet genius system.

Kouhei swallowed hard. This system… this Love Link Meter… It was far more advanced than anything he’d expected. Shizue wasn’t just mechanically skilled—her technological prowess was on an entirely different level.

"Well then," Yuuna said, brushing off the tension with a playful smile. "We’ll leave you to it. See you later, Kouhei-kun, Hina."

Nagisa gave a small wave. "Bye."

And with that, they turned and stepped out of the container.

The moment their bodies crossed the threshold, a soft white glow enveloped them. It shimmered across their skin, flickering like static before fading away.

When the light vanished, their outfits had changed.

The skimpy, provocative bunny suits were gone—replaced by their usual casual clothes.

That confirmed it. So that was the limitation of the container.

The power of the container was contained—its influence limited strictly to the space within. The moment they stepped outside, its effects faded, leaving them untouched.

And then—the door sealed shut.

A faint mechanical hiss filled the air as the locks clicked into place.

Now, it was just him and Hina.

Alone.

Kouhei’s heartbeat slammed against his ribs.

His pulse thundered in his ears, his breathing quick and shallow. Across from him, Hina stood poised and effortless, her usual soft smile curling at the edges. It was that particular smile—the kind that didn’t give anything away.

The kind that concealed her true intentions.

And then she spoke.

"Now then, Kouhei," she murmured, her voice carrying a slow, teasing lilt. "What do you want to start with?"

Kouhei’s throat went dry.

What kind of question was that?

His brain short-circuited.

His mouth parted slightly, but no words came out. His body tensed, his muscles coiled with anticipation, his mind desperately scrambling for a response—only to find nothing but static.

Hina noticed.

Her smirk widened.

She took a step forward, her movements slow—deliberate.

Without breaking eye contact, she turned and walked toward the polished metal pole standing in the center of the room.

Reaching out, she wrapped her delicate fingers around the cold steel.

She let her palm slide down, dragging her fingertips along its length, her grip featherlight, sensual. The way she stroked the surface—slow and teasing—was uncannily familiar.

It was the same way she had once stroked his cock.

Kouhei’s breath hitched.

And then—she started pole dancing.

It wasn’t the kind of performance you’d see in a professional club. No, this was raw, unpolished—intimate.

Her hips swayed in slow, hypnotic rolls, her thighs pressing together, the subtle tension between them hinting at something darker, something filthy. She twisted around the pole, arching her back just enough to emphasize the perfect curve of her body. The dim lighting cast a glow over her skin, highlighting the delicate sheen of sweat forming along her collarbone, the way her bunny suit clung desperately to her curves.

Every movement was slow.

Controlled.

Lethal.

Kouhei had never seen Hina like this before.

Never imagined her—out of all people—doing something so utterly, shamelessly seductive.

And yet—here she was.

Teasing him.

Tempting him.

His cock throbbed against his pants, rock hard in an instant.

And from the way she licked her lips—from the way her eyes darkened, glittering with amusement—she knew it.

"How about it, Kouhei? Am I good at dancing?" Hina asked, her voice a sultry purr as she twirled her hips. The dim lighting of the container cast a seductive glow on her figure, accentuating every curve that swayed in time with her movements. "I’ve never danced before in my life, and this is basically my first time."

"Y-Yes…" Kouhei’s voice came out in a ragged breath, his throat locking up as he tried to swallow past the lump of arousal lodged there. His body betrayed him completely—his hands clenched the sheets beneath him, his Adam’s apple bobbed furiously, and the worst part? His mouth was practically dripping, a thin trail of drool sliding down from the corner of his lips. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and he already felt like he was going to cum.

Hina felt it.

Her succubus instincts kicked in, feeding off his arousal, amplifying it within herself until it wrapped around her like a suffocating heat. The desire radiating from Kouhei was so potent, so thick, that it seeped into her very being, setting her body ablaze. Her thighs pressed together on instinct, her core throbbing in response.

"Kouhei," she whispered, her voice dripping with temptation. She stopped her dance, stepping toward him with agonizing slowness, her every movement deliberate—each sway of her hips, each shift of her weight—meant to make him suffer.

She stood in front of him now, her presence overwhelming, her scent intoxicating.

"Do you want to have sex with me while I’m wearing this bunny suit?"

"I do," Kouhei answered without an ounce of hesitation. His voice was rough, strained—he was beyond the point of rational thought.

"Well then," Hina murmured, a wicked smile curving on her lips.

With no warning, she pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him in one fluid motion. Her hands roamed her own body, sliding down her soft curves until they reached the center of her thighs.

"It looks like you imagined this suit to be something useful for sex," she teased, her fingers tracing along a hidden zipper nestled right at her crotch. The moment she touched it, a devious glint flashed in her eyes. "There’s a zipper here… right where it matters."

Kouhei’s breath hitched. His gaze locked onto her fingers as they slowly traced the seam, teasing him with the promise of what lay beneath.

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"You must really want to have sex with a girl in a bunny suit," she continued, her tone thick with amusement. "If you imagined something this convenient… Kouhei, you pervert."

He could say nothing to defend himself.

There was no shame in it—he was a man, and bunny girls were hot as hell. Any guy would agree. There was something undeniably erotic about the way the tight fabric hugged her body, the way the glossy material clung to her curves, emphasizing every seductive movement.

Kouhei was no exception to that.

"Now then…" Hina licked her lips, her pupils dilating with raw hunger.

With one swift motion, she pulled the zipper down, the small zzzt of the fabric parting making Kouhei’s cock twitch. Beneath the suit, she wore a lacy black thong, the delicate fabric completely drenched, sticking to her slit like a second skin.

The sight sent a violent jolt of arousal straight to his dick.

Hina shifted the soaked fabric aside, baring herself to him completely before straddling his hips.

Kouhei gulped hard. His hands found their way to her waist, fingers sinking into the plushness of her hips. Her body was unreal—soft yet firm, warm and inviting, like she was made to be touched. It didn’t even feel human. Then again, she was a succubus. Every inch of her was designed to seduce, to entice, to ruin men.

Hina reached for his pants, undoing them with a practiced ease before slipping them down just enough to free his cock.

The moment it sprang out, thick, rigid, and leaking precum, her eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction.

"You’re this hard already?" she mused, chuckling softly. "You’re about to burst just from a little teasing, huh?"

Without warning, she pressed herself against him, aligning her soaked pussy along his cock before grinding against him, rubbing her dripping folds up and down his shaft.

"Ngh—!?"

Kouhei’s entire body jolted, his cock twitching violently from the sensation.

Even though he wasn’t inside her yet, it felt like he was. The heat, the wetness—her slick juices were coating his length, making his cock glisten with her arousal.

Hina placed one hand on his chest, the other gripping his knee for leverage as she rocked her hips, dragging her folds against him, letting the head of his cock brush against her swollen clit with each slow, teasing movement. Forward. Back. Sliding her pussy against his cock in slow, teasing strokes.

Her eyes never left his face.

She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

And she was loving every second of it.