I Took A Succubus's First Time

"Don't worry, President," Nagisa's voice dripped with teasing playfulness, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "Kou-kun's going to be real gentle with you."

Despite being nothing more than a projection born from Kouhei's imagination, Nagisa felt disturbingly real. Her posture, her tone, even the way her eyes sparkled with mischief—it was all too familiar, too accurate. It was as if she were truly standing there, her presence tangible, her teasing words echoing in Yuuna's ears.

"Kouhei seems quite determined to do whatever he pleases with you, President," Hina added, her voice low and soft, carrying that chilling, emotionless quality she was known for. Her vacant expression, the cold detachment in her eyes—it was all perfectly replicated. Kouhei had captured their essence flawlessly, his imagination breathing life into these illusions. Just how powerful was this Love Link container?

"I never thought... I'd find myself in a situation like this..." Yuuna's voice wavered, a slight tremor betraying her composed demeanor. Her face flushed, a deep crimson spreading across her cheeks. "I have to admit... it excites me a little."

Her body was pinned down against the table, her back pressing against the cold, hard surface. Her arms were stretched out above her head, wrists restrained firmly by Nagisa and Hina. She could feel the pressure of their hands, their fingers digging into her skin, preventing any chance of escape. Her legs were immobilized, her body completely exposed to their whims. Vulnerable. Helpless. Yet, her heart raced, pounding against her chest as a strange thrill coursed through her veins.

"So, this is how you plan to break me, huh

Yuuna knew exactly why Kouhei was doing this. He was trying to break down the persona she had perfected over centuries—the version of herself meticulously molded by her mother to be a flawless leader. But Kouhei wanted to shatter that façade, to expose her in her most vulnerable and undone state before the student council members. If he could strip away her pride and dignity, she would no longer be able to cling to the illusion of authority.

But this wouldn't be easy. Yuuna's pride wasn't merely an act. It was ingrained within her, carved into her soul after centuries of embodying that role. Kouhei was attempting the impossible. Yet, he was convinced that this public humiliation might at least crack her ironclad composure.

Without warning, Sakurako stepped forward. Her arm morphed grotesquely, transforming into the clawed hand of a werewolf. Sharp, gleaming talons glistened under the dim light. With a swift, brutal motion, she slashed through Yuuna's school uniform, the fabric tearing apart with a loud rip.

The sound echoed through the room, harsh and unforgiving. Threads snapped, buttons flew off, bouncing across the floor with metallic clinks. Hina and Nagisa seized the torn fabric, yanking it apart, leaving Yuuna's torso exposed. Her breasts jiggled slightly as they were freed from the constriction of her uniform, still concealed by her bra—yet barely.

A surge of embarrassment flooded Yuuna's face, her cheeks burning a vivid red. She hadn't expected this. She wasn't wearing the seductive lingerie she usually chose when with Kouhei. No, this bra was simple, plain, almost childish. A delicate shade of pastel, with a modest lace trim. It was humiliatingly innocent.

Then, her bra was unclasped, the fabric falling away, leaving her bare. Her breasts were fully exposed, their softness catching the light, a rosy tint coloring her pert nipples. Her heart raced, thundering wildly within her chest as her shame grew. Kouhei's eyes were fixed on her exposed form, along with the piercing gazes of the other student council members.

"Oh my..." Yuuna's voice was trembling, her words laced with a mix of humiliation and arousal. "It's... quite embarrassing to be exposed like this... in front of everyone." Her legs pressed together instinctively, her thighs rubbing against each other as she tried to conceal herself. Yet, the friction only heightened the strange heat building within her. A tingling sensation spread through her lower abdomen, igniting a shameful ache between her legs. "So, Kouhei-kun... aren't you going to break me?"

Kouhei stepped closer, his presence dominating, his aura overwhelming. His fingers reached out, firm yet gentle, tilting her chin upward. Yuuna's lips parted, her breath hitching as she instinctively puckered, anticipating his kiss. Her body leaned toward him, her chest pressing forward, offering herself to him.

But the kiss never came. Confusion flickered across her face. She hesitantly opened one eye, peeking at him—only to find herself somewhere completely different.

"Huh?"

The cold, hard surface of the table was gone. Instead, she stood atop the stage in the school's gymnasium, blinding spotlights illuminating her exposed figure. Her heart dropped, her blood running cold as she looked out before her.

Rows upon rows of students filled the auditorium, their faces blurred by the harsh lighting. But she could see their eyes, wide and unblinking, all fixed on her naked body.

However, she noticed that the podium was blocking half of her body, thankfully concealing her upper half from view.

"What am I...?" she muttered, her voice trailing off as her gaze shifted to the audience. That was when she saw him—Kouhei—standing among the students, his eyes fixed on her.

Her attention was drawn to his hand, which he had raised ever so slightly. In his grasp was a pink device that looked like a remote. Then, her eyes fell on the podium before her, where another pink object rested—a large, bullet-shaped device.

Yuuna's face flushed. Though she had never used any sex toys before, she knew exactly what it was—a Love Egg, a type of vibrator controlled remotely. And the remote was in Kouhei's hand.

She also noticed a piece of paper on the podium. Upon closer inspection, she realized it wasn't a letter addressed to her but rather an announcement. It was customary for the student council to make weekly speeches or declarations, and today, she was the one delivering it.

'Is he implying that I should put this inside me while speaking in front of all these people?'

It was the only conclusion she could draw, given the circumstances. As outrageous as it seemed, it was the most logical explanation.

Although this scenario was merely a creation within Kouhei's mind, the vividness of it all was disturbingly lifelike. Every detail was rendered with painstaking precision—the people, the atmosphere, even the subtle murmurs of the crowd. It felt so authentic that it was impossible to dismiss it as a mere illusion crafted by a reality-manipulating machine.

And the stares... They bore into her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. Even though they were just figments of Kouhei's imagination, they felt piercingly real, as if every gaze was judging her, stripping her bare under their scrutiny. Yuuna's heart raced, her face flushing with embarrassment. A tingling heat spread from her core, a shameful wetness gathering between her thighs.

Her fingers trembled as she reached the love egg, her heart pounding wildly. She hesitated, glancing around to ensure no one was watching before discreetly lifting her skirt. Her face burned with humiliation, but she couldn't disobey him. She guided the love egg to her entrance, her fingers trembling as she slowly slid it inside her pussy. The smooth device slipped in effortlessly, her arousal making it easy. The thin thread dangled outside.

Her legs felt weak, and she took a shaky breath, adjusting her clothing to hide her shame. Her heart continued to race as she stepped up to the podium, her face a mask of forced composure. She clutched the paper in her hands, her fingers trembling as she looked out over the sea of faces, every pair of eyes seeming to stare right through her.

"Good day to all of you. I am the Student Council President, Sarushima Yuuna, and I am here to address the current state of affairs regarding... hnnn!"

Her voice hitched as a sudden vibration surged through her core, sending a shockwave of pleasure that made her knees buckle. Her eyes widened, panic flooding her as the relentless buzzing inside her pussy grew more intense. She bit down hard on her lip, struggling to muffle the moan that clawed at her throat, but a desperate whimper slipped out, amplified by the microphone for all to hear.

Yuuna's face flushed crimson. She darted a glance at Kouhei, who stood off to the side, his eyes locked on her. In his hand, he held the remote, his finger pressing firmly on the button.

The love egg hummed mercilessly inside her, the vibrations sending jolts of ecstasy through her body. Her thighs trembled, her legs threatening to give out beneath her. She gripped the edges of the podium, her knuckles turning white as she fought to keep her balance. Her body was on fire, the shameful pleasure building within her, making her core throb with need.

Her lips parted as another wave of vibrations assaulted her senses, her body instinctively clenching around the toy buried inside her. The pleasure was unbearable, overwhelming her with its intensity. Her vision blurred, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she fought to maintain her composure.

"Hnn...! Ah...!"

Her voice wavered, her body trembling as the relentless buzzing continued, mercilessly teasing her sensitive walls. Kouhei's finger never wavered from the remote.

The letter crumpled in her hands, the paper wrinkling as her fingers tightened, her body instinctively reacting to the overwhelming stimulation. Her heart hammered in her chest, her breaths coming out in shaky gasps as she fought to steady herself. But the love egg continued its merciless assault, vibrating against her most sensitive spot, sending her mind spiraling into a haze of pleasure and shame.

Although Yuuna knew this was merely the work of the Love Link container's power, everything felt devastatingly real. The heat pooling within her, the throbbing pleasure coursing through her veins, the way her body responded to every pulse—it was as if the illusion had truly become her reality.

Despite the overwhelming sensations clouding her mind, she fought to maintain her dignity and continued speaking, her voice trembling as she struggled to form coherent words.