I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 193 - He Was Hers
193: He Was Hers
193: He Was Hers
She had changed into something different.
Which meant she had accepted.
A confirmation that she had accepted this date.
Kouhei’s heart bloomed with elation, a warm and giddy sensation spreading through his chest like sunlight breaking through dark clouds.
“I-I’ll be back!
I’ll change into something too!” he stammered, voice cracking slightly from excitement.
Without waiting for a reply, he dashed out of the room like a boy struck by Cupid’s arrow, his footsteps light with hope as he hurried toward his own space.
This was good.
This was really, really good.
Now, the only task that remained was bringing Hina back to her usual self.
That, however, would be the real challenge.
Not something that could be solved with a simple smile or a half-hearted compliment.
It would take effort—genuine, heartfelt effort.
But Kouhei had made up his mind.
He would see this through to the very end.
Standing before the mirror, he adjusted his collar carefully, running his fingers across the fabric until it sat just right.
Then, he looked at himself—really looked—and for the first time in a while, he noticed something surprising.
Something he hadn’t been paying attention to until this very moment.
He had grown taller.
“How much did I grow…?” he murmured to his reflection, tilting his head slightly.
“I didn’t even notice.”
It was strange to think about, considering it had only been a few months since he met Hina.
Yet somehow, in that short span of time, his body had matured in ways he hadn’t expected.
The change was subtle yet undeniable.
His muscles, though not particularly defined or bulky, had a noticeable shape now.
He was lean, his body tight with minimal fat, his frame more athletic than skinny.
His abdominal muscles had begun to take form—still developing, but evident beneath his shirt, like ridges slowly rising from beneath the surface.
Satisfied, or at least content with what he saw, he stepped out of his room after a final check.
Waiting just outside, Hina turned her head slightly at the sound of his door opening.
Her expression remained unreadable, but her eyes flickered with acknowledgment.
“Let’s go,” she said, voice calm and composed.
Kouhei nodded.
He had no idea what was going to happen during this date.
He couldn’t predict whether things would go smoothly or spiral into awkward silence.
But one thing was absolutely clear—he had to get this right.
For her.
For them.
To bring her back to the person she used to be before the mood shift.
***
Their first stop was the mall.
Was that the right choice?
Kouhei wasn’t sure.
It felt like the obvious one, but maybe too obvious.
Then again, every time he went on a date with the girls, the mall was the default starting point.
There was good reason for that, though.
The mall was versatile.
A sprawling place filled with possibilities.
They could kill time at the arcade, catch a film in the cinema, grab dinner at one of the cozy restaurants scattered throughout, or even work up a sweat at the gym if they felt adventurous.
It was familiar terrain.
A safe bet.
Right now, they were walking hand in hand.
Their fingers interlocked with a casual intimacy, as if declaring silently to the world around them that they were together, at least for today.
It was a vulnerable thing to do—exposing themselves like that.
There was always the chance someone they knew could appear out of nowhere.
But even if that happened, it wouldn’t be a problem.
Misuzu could always be called in to clean up—erase memories, manipulate minds, and patch over anything inconvenient.
Kouhei’s gaze shifted subtly to the side, stealing a glance at Hina.
Her expression, however, remained indifferent.
Her eyes, distant.
Her posture, stiff.
There was no sparkle in her gaze.
She wasn’t impressed.
Her mood hadn’t lifted—not even a little.
He clenched his hand discreetly, forming a tight fist.
He couldn’t afford to let this fail.
He had to make this fun for her.
He had to give her something to remember.
Then, he stopped.
Like a sudden wave crashing against the shore, something caught his attention and brought his feet to a halt.
“Kouhei…?” Hina’s voice called softly, puzzled.
She turned her head and followed the direction of his stare.
There, standing just a few meters away, was a young boy—no older than six or seven—crying uncontrollably.
His tiny frame trembled with each sob, his cries piercing through the ambient noise of the mall like a blade.
People walked past him without a glance.
Some looked, but quickly turned away, pretending not to see.
Others didn’t even acknowledge him, their eyes fixed on their own destinations.
Kouhei’s body moved before his thoughts could catch up.
He gently released Hina’s hand and began walking toward the boy without hesitation.
“I’m sorry, Hina-san.
I’ll come back to you after this,” he said quickly, not looking back.
The boy’s cries were loud—shrill and sharp, like nails scratching across his skull.
The sound was almost unbearable, yet no one else seemed to care.
No one stopped.
No one helped.
“Hey there,” Kouhei said as he knelt slightly to the boy’s level, keeping his tone gentle.
“Are you lost?”
The boy whimpered, hiccuping between cries.
“Uuuh… Mm…” He nodded slowly, rubbing at his tear-streaked face.
He looked helpless.
Fragile.
Afraid.
Hina stepped closer, standing quietly beside Kouhei.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice soft and composed.
“The boy’s lost.
He can’t find his family,” Kouhei explained, rising to his feet.
“Hina-san, do you mind staying here with him for a bit?
I’ll head over to the PA system and report it so they can call his family.
Would that be alright?”
He felt a pang of guilt in his chest.
This was meant to be a day for the two of them.
A fun, lighthearted escape.
Now, they were being pulled into something completely unexpected.
But Hina didn’t frown.
She didn’t complain.
She didn’t scowl or sigh in frustration.
Instead, her lips curved slightly into a gentle smile.
“Alright,” she said, her voice light.
“I’ll be watching over him.”
Kouhei’s heart gave a sudden, jarring leap in his chest, a nervous flutter that echoed down to his fingertips.
“I-I’ll be back soon!” he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly with urgency, before he spun on his heel and bolted off.
Hina remained still, her eyes quietly following his retreating figure as he disappeared into the crowd.
There was a subtle flicker in her chest—an emotion she hadn’t quite quelled.
The sharp pang of jealousy that had gripped her earlier had softened now, losing its edge, though the lingering residue of it remained etched in her heart.
The root of her jealousy stemmed from Kouhei’s recent close contact with two particular girls—both of whom were human.
Hina had never felt this way with Yuuna, Nagisa, Aria, or even Misuzu, who, by now, appeared dangerously close to solidifying her place in Kouhei’s ever-growing harem.
Somehow, it didn’t bother her when it came to them.
But when it involved human love interests, an inexplicable unease stirred within her chest.
Kouhei was human.
Purely, unmistakably human.
And unlike her—a succubus born from the depths of demonic origin—he belonged to a world she could never fully touch.
The world of normalcy.
Of ordinary life.
And if one day, Kouhei decided to return to that path…
if he chose to reclaim the life he once had, to live as a regular human once more…
She feared that she would be left behind.
That she would fade from the warmth of his light and sink back into her cold, isolated reality.
She didn’t want to imagine such a possibility.
The mere thought of it was enough to tighten her chest and send a chill crawling down her spine.
She knew—deep down—that Kouhei wouldn’t abandon her so easily.
But even if there was only a sliver of a chance, even if the odds were infinitesimal…
It still could happen.
And if it did…
what then?
Could she let him go?
Could she truly allow him to walk away?
No.
Absolutely not.
There was no possible way she could accept that fate.
She had grown stronger now.
She had refined her control—mastered the once-deadly nature of her touch.
No longer did her skin provoke a fatal orgasm in those who brushed against her.
She had learned.
Adapted.
She could touch humans now.
She could stand beside them.
She could blend in.
But Kouhei…
He was irreplaceable.
He was the first.
The only one who had seen her not as a monster, not as a succubus driven solely by lust, but as a person.
As someone who could love and be loved.
She couldn’t forget that.
He was hers.
And if that was true, then the path forward was clear.
She would make him hers—completely and irrevocably.
She was a succubus, after all.
Once she marked her prey, she would never let go.
Kouhei was her prey.
Her possession.
Her everything.
After what felt like an eternity, Kouhei finally returned.
His stride was lighter now, more relaxed.
And walking beside him were two adults, likely in their mid-twenties.
Their expressions were a mix of anxiety and relief, their eyes darting around as if searching for the final piece of something they’d nearly lost forever.
From their body language, it was evident—they were the boy’s parents.
The couple stepped forward and offered their heartfelt thanks, bowing deeply to both Kouhei and Hina with gratitude laced in every word.
Their eyes shimmered with quiet appreciation.
Then, without much fanfare, they took their son by the hand, his small fingers slipping into theirs with familiarity.
As they walked away, the boy turned around one last time.
He smiled, then lifted his hand high and gave them an enthusiastic wave, his face bright with innocence and trust.
Kouhei and Hina stood there for a moment, watching the small family retreat into the crowd.
