I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 196 - Hina’s True Form
196: Hina’s True Form
196: Hina’s True Form
Hina’s hand moved with an almost hypnotic rhythm, gliding back and forth along the entire length of his cock.
Each motion was smooth, wet, and unhurried.
Her palm and fingers were slick, nearly drenched with the viscous fluid steadily oozing from the sensitive tip of his dick.
That thick, warm liquid acted like a natural lubricant, allowing her strokes to glide even more fluidly, creating an obscene, sticky sound that echoed softly in the air between them.
Kouhei’s body trembled subtly in response—his hips jerking forward without warning as a jolt of pleasure coursed through him.
He couldn’t stop the involuntary movements, his thighs twitching from the overwhelming sensation.
The building heat in his core dulled his thoughts, turning them hazy, and every nerve in his body began to focus entirely on the pleasure he was receiving.
His own fingers delved deeper into Hina’s soaked pussy, feeling her walls clench and squelch around them with every motion.
She was just as lost in it as he was.
Even with everything happening between them, neither of their eyes strayed from the pages of the manga held loosely in her other hand.
Their gaze remained anchored to it, as if the obscene scenes within were fueling their arousal even more.
“Haa…
Hnn…
Ah…”
“Ha…
Ha…
Ha…”
Their breaths came in short, heated pants.
Each inhale was ragged, each exhale laced with a trembling need.
The air around them grew thick with heat and arousal, like a fog that clung to their skin.
“Haa…
ha…
Haa…”
The manga had now entered the filthiest part of its narrative—the drawn characters’ expressions twisted in exaggerated ecstasy, mouths open and drooling, eyes half-lidded in complete sexual surrender.
Watching them, Kouhei and Hina began to wonder if their own faces had started to warp into something just as shameless and depraved.
The mirror of fiction was staring back at them, reflecting the real tension brewing between them.
They moved with restraint, deliberately holding themselves back from release.
They weren’t rushing to cum—not yet.
It was too good.
Too raw.
Too much to waste in a single burst of climax.
They wanted to stretch the moment, to indulge in the rising pleasure as long as they could.
Every nerve burned hotter the longer they held out.
Kouhei’s toes curled, unable to remain still.
Hina’s pussy had turned downright sloppy, wetness dripping down her inner thighs, coating Kouhei’s fingers in her essence.
The line between manga and reality blurred further.
They were both so close—dangerously close—to the edge.
Just a little more, and they would tip over into release.
Kouhei hadn’t expected the manga to have this much of an effect on him, but the combination of the visuals and Hina’s touch was explosive.
Then, as she flipped another page, something caught Hina’s eye.
“Oh…”
Her voice was soft, yet laced with curiosity.
Her gaze locked on one specific panel—where the main female lead had changed her outfit.
The character now stood adorned in a tantalizing, darkly erotic costume.
A pair of small bat wings protruded from her back, casting shadows behind her.
Fishnet tights hugged her long legs, accentuating every curve and muscle beneath them.
A tail—thin and teasing—extended from the base of her spine, ending in a heart-shaped tip that curled in the air suggestively.
“She’s dressed up as a succubus…?” Hina murmured, almost amused.
Kouhei leaned in and looked at the panel she was referring to.
The detail was spot-on—the horns, the wings, the suggestive outfit—it was a textbook succubus design, at least from the perspective of manga and fantasy tropes.
And while it was sexy and convincing, it almost felt laughable to him.
Because sitting right beside him, stroking his cock, was a real succubus.
Would she find the manga depiction offensive?
Too stereotypical?
Or would she smirk at how much they got wrong?
“Do you like the idea of having sex with someone dressed up as a succubus, Kouhei?” Hina asked, her voice calm and teasing.
“Well… it’s not like I’d hate it… No, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t enjoy it…” he replied, voice low, breath catching at the thought.
There was something deeply enticing about the idea—cosplay sex, fantasy merging with reality.
The act of roleplaying… it stirred something deep in him.
“Then…
would you like to try doing what those two are doing in the manga?” she asked.
“Eh?”
“Role play sex,” she said again, more directly.
Role play sex.
Just like what the characters in the manga were doing—immersing themselves in a fantasy during sex, the girl acting as the character she was dressed as.
There were cold types, cute types, tsundere types.
A performance laid over intimacy, like layering desire with fiction.
It was sex… but with a story.
And now Hina was suggesting that.
A role play.
Sex, steeped in fantasy.
“But we don’t have any costumes,” she said thoughtfully.
“So how about this—I’ll show you my real form.”
Her real form.
Demons had been hiding among humans for years, concealing their true identities behind a perfectly human disguise.
Kouhei had never once seen what Hina looked like underneath that mask.
Up to now, only Yuuna had revealed her true appearance to him.
“Be aware though,” she warned, her tone suddenly solemn.
“My real form is quite repulsive.”
She stood, letting her hand release his cock, her eyes soft as her fingers moved to her clothes.
One by one, she peeled them away, dropping each piece to the floor until she stood fully naked, her smooth skin exposed to the dim room.
And then—light.
It burst from her body in a sudden wave, enveloping her in a brilliant glow that shimmered like fire and starlight.
Kouhei shielded his eyes for a moment, but kept watching.
Within that veil of radiance, he saw her silhouette begin to change.
From her back, a pair of large, leathery wings unfurled, their span casting a dominating presence over the space.
A long, slender tail emerged, curling with elegant, slow movements.
Her hair grew longer, cascading down her back like a waterfall of ink.
And from her forehead, twin horns curled upward and outward, regal and demonic all at once.
Finally, the light dimmed—fading away like mist under the morning sun.
And there she stood—fully revealed.
Hina’s true form.
Laid bare before Kouhei.
Now, he could see her fully.
Her skin, now stripped of its human warmth, had taken on a much paler, almost ghostly hue—so luminous that it seemed to shimmer faintly under the ambient light, as if kissed by the moon itself.
There was an ethereal chill in her presence, yet it wasn’t repelling—it was hauntingly beautiful.
Her lips parted ever so slightly, revealing a pair of delicate yet sharp fangs, glistening with an almost unnatural sheen.
They didn’t detract from her charm—they intensified it, making her seem untouchable, otherworldly.
Her hair, which had already been a striking white, had grown even more radiant—so stark and pure it looked like freshly fallen snow under starlight.
Each strand flowed freely down her back like silk spun from ice.
The brightness of her hair only served to amplify the color of her eyes—those crimson orbs, now more vivid than ever, had deepened into a blood-soaked red, gleaming with a piercing intensity that made it impossible to look away.
What truly stood out, however, were the markings—those mysterious, sinuous lines that adorned her skin like sacred tattoos.
They curled and twisted along her body in perfect symmetry, dyed in a rich, dark purple that glowed faintly against the pale canvas of her skin.
They pulsed subtly, like living things, each line drawn with a sensual elegance that enhanced every inch of her frame.
Those markings weren’t merely ornamental.
They were intoxicating—arousing even.
They brought attention to the gentle swell of her breasts, the arch of her hips, the lines of her collarbone and the graceful dip of her waist, as if her entire body was designed to mesmerize.
“What do you think?” she asked softly, her voice hushed and almost uncertain.
“This…
is what I really look like…”
Kouhei’s breath hitched.
His eyes remained fixed on her, utterly captivated.
The words slipped from his mouth before he could even process them.
“B–Beautiful…”
His voice cracked slightly at the end, his throat tight with emotion.
Hina blinked.
Her eyes widened just a little, her lips parting as she processed what he had just said.
It was clear—she hadn’t expected that answer.
“Ah, no…
I mean—you’ve always been beautiful.
But right now…
you look even more beautiful.”
He meant it completely. free𝑤ebnovel.com
Every syllable.
There was something raw and magnetic about her true form, something that dug deep into his senses and refused to let go.
It wasn’t just her appearance as well.
It was also the essence of who she truly was, laid bare before him.
He recalled when Yuuna had revealed her real form too, and just like now, he hadn’t felt disgust or fear.
No, he had been mesmerized then too.
Maybe that was it.
Maybe it was the honesty—the complete unveiling of who they truly were—that made their true forms so breathtaking to him.
Because they weren’t hiding anything.
And in that vulnerability, he saw their real beauty.
Hina’s heart began to pound.
Not calmly.
Not slowly.
But fast, urgent—like it was trying to claw its way out of her chest.
She could feel it, the pounding echoing in her ears.
His words rang in her mind again and again, refusing to fade.
The unexpected compliment shattered whatever walls she had kept up, melting them down to nothing.
Then, slowly, a smile curled across her lips.
That’s when it hit her.
Kouhei loved her.
No…
Kouhei loved all of them.
That fear she had—that quiet terror gnawing at her heart—that one day, he might yearn for a normal human life again and leave her behind—it disappeared in an instant.
Evaporated.
Gone.
Yes.
There was no way Kouhei would leave her.
There was no way he would abandon any of them.
She was foolish—so utterly foolish—for ever doubting him, for even entertaining such a thought in the first place.
He wouldn’t betray her.
He wouldn’t betray Yuuna.
Or any of the others.
And even if, by some chance, he truly did want to feel what it was like to be a normal human again…
she would make him experience it.
Through her.
Through everything she had to give.
With that resolve sinking deeply into her, burying the last traces of doubt, Hina moved with purpose.
Her body leaned forward, pressing against his as she climbed atop him.
“Kouhei…” she whispered, her voice laced with sultry determination.
“Tonight, I’m going to suck you dry.”
The line—so bold, so commanding—it was straight from the hentai manga they had read earlier.
Her tone, her cadence, even the way she said it—it was identical to how it had been delivered on the page.
That was it.
They had entered the roleplay.
“Alright then…” Kouhei answered, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Please, suck me dry.”
He spoke the line with just as much conviction, echoing the exact words written in the manga.
