I Took A Succubus's First Time

Kouhei's mind was sent spiraling into a dizzying euphoria the moment he felt it—

That intense, coiling pressure gripping tight around his groin like a serpent made of raw pleasure.

The sensation shot up from the base of his spine, climbing like a wildfire blazing through his nerves, surging through his tailbone and rocketing up into his skull.

His thoughts turned white-hot, melting away under the wave of ecstasy as his body trembled in response.

"Aahhnn~! Ah…! Ahh, ahh…~"

Yui's moans were laced with the same overwhelming pleasure.

Her voice quivered, shaky and breathless, as the euphoria overtook her senses.

The dopamine flooding her brain had reached a boiling point, drowning her in a bliss so profound it made her limbs feel like they were melting—her thoughts unraveling like threads caught in a storm of heat and craving.

She felt like her brain was about to short-circuit.

Like she was floating, dissolving into sensation.

Both of them began to glow, their bodies becoming lighter, brighter and ethereal.

Soft pulses of light radiated from their skin like heat from fire, their auras leaking outward into the shed, dancing and twisting in the air.

And then—those two distinct auras, one flickering like shadow and the other like pale silver mist—began to drift toward each other, slowly spiraling.

They swirled, as if magnetized, pulled closer, inch by inch, until they began to merge.

Then—

"Urk…!"

"Ah…!"

Kouhei's voice broke with a strained groan.

He couldn't hold back anymore.

At that very moment, Yui's body jerked too—her back arched, her toes curled, and a desperate cry escaped her lips.

Both of them reached the edge—and crashed past it.

Their bodies quivered violently as they both came, releasing everything in one raw, uncontrollable wave.

"Aaahhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn~!!!"

Yui's scream of release echoed through the shed like a chorus of bells ringing through the storm.

Her back bent like a bowstring as her orgasm hit, every muscle tensing and spasming.

Kouhei's cock throbbed with intense pulses before it finally twitched—then erupted.

Thick, white cum jetted out in strong, arching streams.

For a brief moment, the fluid glittered in the glow of their joined auras before splashing down onto Yui's feet.

The warm semen streaked across her stockings, dripping down and soaking into the fabric in sticky trails.

Their combined auras surged.

The swirling energies compressed and thickened—and then exploded outward in a radiant burst, a shockwave of light and heat spreading through the air like the clap of a divine thunder.

They had done it.

The Love Link was complete.

***

Outside the shed, the two angels remained still.

They were like silent observers.

Just as they were about to step forward and enter, a sudden flare of energy surged from within.

A glowing barrier erupted around the structure, humming with raw mana.

The blast made the air ripple, forcing the angels to pause.

However, the barrier wasn't perfect.

Its edges flickered—unstable, unstable.

It was fading already, like a candle about to go out.

It wouldn't hold for long.

Only a few seconds more.

"What do you think they're doing in there?" the stoic one asked, her voice cool and flat, but not without a trace of curiosity.

She had been the one clashing blades with Yui earlier.

Beside her, the emotionless one merely gave a half-shrug, her shoulders lifting and falling with indifference.

Her eyes, though—there was something off.

Something… uncharacteristically sharp.

It caught the stoic one's attention.

There was interest flickering in those eyes.

A strange spark.

Normally, the emotionless angel never reacted—never showed concern, or interest, or anything beyond mission-focused precision.

The idea of her caring about anything was close to impossible.

And yet…

Here she was.

Clearly focused on something.

The stoic one narrowed her gaze. She didn't understand.

"Did something happen between you and the soul?" she asked, glancing sideways.

"Something?" The emotionless one tilted her head, voice blank. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know. It's just… you seem different."

"Different how?"

"For starters, you look… interested."

The emotionless one blinked slowly, as if confused.

But then—after a heartbeat—understanding dawned in her expression. Her eyes dropped slightly, thoughtful.

"Well," she said softly, "I suppose it's because that soul is… unlike any we've come across before."

"Different in what way?" the stoic one asked.

The emotionless one turned toward her partner, her tone quiet but serious.

"For one… I've never seen a soul try to avoid us like he did. Most souls—once they realize angels have come to guide them—feel joy. They know they're going to Heaven. They embrace it. But this one? He ran. He deliberately avoided us. Even more—he was being protected by a fallen angel. That doesn't make sense."

The stoic one frowned.

She, too, had felt it. Something wasn't right.

Why would a soul go out of his way to avoid being taken?

He was dead.

He couldn't go back.

His body had already passed beyond the point of salvation.

And yet… he resisted.

More than that—Yui, one of the most powerful among the first generation of angels, had fought to shield him.

What made him so special?

Why go that far for him?

There had to be something more.

But logically, there was nothing to be done.

He was already gone.

There was no changing that fact.

Still… something lingered.

Something strange.

The stoic one spoke up, her voice laced with quiet doubt.

"He was… a weird soul. He somehow managed to use mana. Wrapped it around a bamboo sword, of all things. Then used that to block my sword of light."

It still didn't make sense.

Her sword wasn't just a weapon—it was divine judgment in physical form.

A pure blade of holy energy capable of slicing through steel and melting concrete like hot butter.

A bamboo sword should have shattered on contact.

But it didn't.

Which meant…

"Something's really going on with that man…"

Her thoughts were cut short.

Suddenly—there was another eruption of aura from within the shed.

It exploded outward like a shockwave.

A mixture of dark shadows and pale gray light surged out, swirling into the open air.

The two colors twisted around each other, spiraling upward like smoke from two different flames.

And then—without hesitation—they merged.

A single, unified aura.

Silent, but terrifyingly potent.

"What… what is that?!"

The stoic one's voice trembled slightly, her usually firm demeanor cracking under the sheer pressure of the energy before her.

She stood frozen, eyes wide, mouth parted in disbelief.

This wasn't just any aura.

It was potent.

Dense.

Saturated with a presence so overwhelming that even her soul seemed to flinch under its intensity.

It was power unlike anything she'd ever felt in her existence.

And then—suddenly—it was gone.

The air snapped still as if the atmosphere itself had exhaled, releasing the crushing weight that had threatened to smother everything within its reach.

The ominous glow that had wrapped around the shed evaporated in a slow fade, leaving behind an unsettling calm.

"Fufufu~..."

A teasing, sultry laugh floated through the air, carried by the breeze like smoke.

"Looks like I'm back," the voice cooed, dripping with amusement and arrogance. "What a good ace up your sleeve, Okumura-senpai. I certainly wouldn't have thought that orgasming together like that would've been enough to fill me to the brim with mana."

It was unmistakably Yui.

She stepped forward from the shadows, her silhouette backlit by the faint, dying remnants of energy, the corners of her lips curled in a confident smirk.

That same playful smile—unchanged and unbothered—clung to her face, making her look like a predator who had just fed.

"W-Why? What happened?" the stoic angel murmured, her composure struggling to return as she stared at the impossible.

This… this shouldn't be real.

Yui had returned not weaker, but invigorated. Brimming with raw, radiant mana.

That was impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

There was no known being who could recover that much mana in such a short span of time.

Not even the angels, divine as they were, could manage such a feat.

Their regeneration was slow.

It took four full days for them to fully recover after exhaustion.

Yet Yui had done it in mere minutes.

Yui's eyes shifted to the two stunned angels.

Her gaze was heated and mocking. Then, with deliberate slowness, she lifted one slender finger—slick and glistening with a creamy white substance.

Holding it before her face, she examined it with a knowing glint in her eye.

She smirked—and licked it clean.

Her tongue dragged sensually across the length of her finger, leaving nothing behind.

"Now then," she purred, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a chill through the air, "shall we go for round two?"

The two angels didn't even have time to flinch.

In the blink of an eye, their minds were severed from reality.

Their consciousness was cut.

Their bodies stiffened briefly—then collapsed.

Yui now stood above them, calm and composed, watching as their forms began to disintegrate.

Their bodies crumbled not into blood or ash—but into radiant, shimmering particles of light.

The divine remnants of their existence scattered into the wind, floating upwards and vanishing into the sky like dust caught in sunlight.

She breathed in deeply, letting the power wash over her, the calm that followed the storm.

Behind her, Kouhei watched in silence.

His breath caught.

She was… mesmerizing.

Her presence, her aura, the way her body moved—the confidence in her voice—everything about her was captivating in the most dangerous, beautiful way.

She wasn't just beautiful.

She was divine.

She was otherworldly in a way that made him feel both honored and afraid to be in her presence.

And now, he was emotionally tangled with her. Whether he'd meant to or not, it had already happened.

Still, he forced himself to break away from the magnetism of her presence before he lost himself completely.

He didn't know what her true intentions were.

Not yet.

But despite that uncertainty, there was one thing he knew with absolute clarity—

Right now, he trusted her more than anyone else.

"Okumura-senpai, it looks like that won't be the last of them," Yui said, her voice calm and alert.

The air shifted again.

From all directions, streaks of radiant light began appearing—piercing the skies like falling stars. The celestial glow was everywhere, surrounding them.

The battlefield was about to reopen.

It was far from over.

But Yui… Yui was ready.

Her mana was restored, overflowing to the brim. She radiated strength.

Whether she could hold them all back, though…

That was a question neither of them could answer yet.