I Took A Succubus's First Time-Chapter 171: I Love It
Kouhei's knees buckled beneath him, his entire body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over him from all sides. The intoxicating sensation of warm, eager bodies pressing against him left his mind hazy, drowning him in pure, overwhelming ecstasy. His breathing grew erratic, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps as his fingers instinctively reached out, sinking into the soft, supple curves of the women beside him.
A firm squeeze to each of their ass cheeks earned him soft, breathy moans. Their bodies tensed under his touch before they melted into his grasp, pressing against him with renewed fervor. They were relentless, their hands, lips, and tongues working him over, driving him further into a pleasure-induced haze. His thoughts blurred—no, they disappeared entirely.
It felt too good. Too intense.
His body was heating up, burning with need, and he could feel the release building inside him, coiling like a spring that was moments from snapping.
Hina's delicate, velvety lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling and flicking with expertise, sending electric jolts of pleasure up his spine. The wet, lewd sounds of her sucking filled the room, each slurp echoing in his ears, making his entire body shudder. The way she moved, the way her tongue danced along his length—it was driving him insane.
Yuuna's lips locked onto his, moving with an almost desperate hunger. Her breath was hot against his skin, her tongue pushing past his lips to tangle with his own. Her taste was sweet, intoxicating, her saliva mingling with his, making him dizzy with desire. She was consuming him, claiming him, and he was powerless against the sheer intensity of it.
On the other side, Aria's warm, wet tongue trailed along the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving a tingling path of heat in its wake. Every flick of her tongue, every soft breath sent shivers rolling down his spine, her touch making his skin erupt in goosebumps. Her full, ample breasts pressed against his side, the softness molding against him, teasing him, tempting him.
And behind him, Nagisa's luscious, pillowy breasts enveloped his back, pressing into him with a softness that felt almost surreal. It was as if he were sinking into a cloud, completely surrounded by warmth, by pleasure, by pure, unfiltered bliss.
Hina's tongue worked tirelessly, teasing every inch of his length, her lips sucking with an obscene eagerness. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, clouded with lust. His expression—the way his face twisted in pleasure, the way his body trembled under their touch—drove her mad.
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A soft moan slipped from her lips as she slid a hand between her thighs, her fingers pressing against her swollen, aching clit through the thin fabric of her panties. The moment she touched herself, a shudder ran through her, her body instinctively grinding against her own fingers. The heat pooling inside her was unbearable, her underwear quickly becoming soaked with arousal.
It was too much. She couldn't hold back any longer.
And neither could Kouhei.
Yuuna barely had time to react before he broke away from her lips, his voice shaking as he gasped out, "C-Cumming..."
A second later, his entire body tensed. The pleasure that had been building up inside him finally erupted, hitting him with such intensity that his vision blurred. The tight heat of Hina's mouth, the way her tongue curled around his cock—it was too much to withstand. His climax crashed into him like a tidal wave, and he spilled his hot, thick load into her waiting mouth.
"Mnnnn~..."
The moment his essence flooded her mouth, Hina's body shuddered violently, her own orgasm ripping through her.
Her cheeks bulged as they filled with his thick, viscous cum, her throat struggling to contain the sheer volume. She pulled back slowly, her lips parting just enough to prevent any from spilling. One hand flew to her mouth, fingers pressing against her lips as she fought to keep it all inside.
With a slow, deliberate gulp, she swallowed a portion of it, her throat moving in a series of delicate bobs. Then, parting her lips slightly, she revealed the remaining semen still rolling over her tongue, letting him see before swallowing once more.
When she was done, she opened her mouth again, showing him that she had taken it all in. A lewd, satisfied smile curled at the edges of her lips as she murmured, "Your semen is so thick and rich, Kouhei, that I had a hard time swallowing it all. I even had to chew it a little first."
"S-Sorry," he stammered, still catching his breath.
"Don't apologize," she purred, licking her lips slowly. "I love it."
Yuuna chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now then, shall we begin?"
"Yes," Hina agreed, still panting slightly. "It's about time."
Yuuna turned to Kouhei, her gaze playful yet filled with undeniable hunger. "Now then, Kouhei-kun, who would you like to start with? In terms of sex, I mean?"
Kouhei swallowed hard, his heartbeat pounding against his ribs. The heat, the anticipation—it was overwhelming.
"Um… for starters, could you all lay down on the bed?" he asked hesitantly. "And, um… Aria-san and Nagisa-san, could you stack yourselves together, face to face? And Yuuna-san and Hina-san, do the same?"
The four women exchanged glances, their eyes glinting with curiosity. His request was unusual, to say the least, but none of them objected. If anything, they were eager to see what he had planned.
After all, they already had a pretty good idea of what Kouhei intended to do next. And none of them could wait to experience it.
"Kouhei-kun, you're quite bold for choosing to take on all of us at the same time," Yuuna murmured, her voice dripping with amusement and a hint of admiration. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she ran a delicate finger down his chest. "But, well… I suppose there's nothing wrong with being a little greedy."
Nagisa, tilting her head slightly, said with a playful smile, "But, um… aren't you going to change the scenery this time, Kou-kun?"
"Right..."
Kouhei closed his eyes, drawing in a slow breath as his thoughts shaped the world around him. And then—like a ripple through reality—the entire room shifted. The air grew heavier, saturated with an intoxicating warmth. The once-plain walls melted away, replaced by ornately carved pillars and grand, sweeping drapes of crimson and gold. The floor beneath them gleamed like polished marble, while above, a massive crystal chandelier cast a soft, intimate glow across the lavish chamber.
The bed, too, transformed. Its sheets darkened to a deep, sinful red—rich as freshly spilled wine. The fabric shimmered beneath the light, luxurious and inviting. The atmosphere was nothing short of regal, exuding the kind of decadence reserved for kings and their most treasured concubines.
A faint shudder ran through him.
This was more than simple space manipulation—this was absolute control over reality itself.
The Love Link room, much like the Love Link container, obeyed his will without question. He could stretch the space, reshape it, mold it to his exact specifications. If he desired the hazy allure of a love motel, the room would twist and accommodate. If he envisioned a grand opera house, with velvet seats and golden balconies, it would manifest in an instant. Even a moonlit park, bathed in the soft luminescence of lanterns, was his to summon.
And now, the royal chamber was complete—fit for indulgence, passion, and unrestrained pleasure.
Then, without warning, the changes extended beyond the environment.
A soft, breathy gasp broke the silence.
The four women around him trembled as their clothing began to shift. Silken threads shimmered and unraveled, reforming into something far more enticing. Their simple underwear vanished, replaced by the delicate embrace of sheer black stockings that traced the curves of their thighs, secured by lacy garter belts. The fabric clung to their legs like a second skin, tantalizingly thin yet impossibly elegant.
The lingerie accentuated every dip and swell of their bodies, draping them in a seductive refinement that was utterly irresistible.
"Ah!"
A sharp exclamation from behind him made Kouhei turn.
Standing there, flushed and breathless, was Misuzu.
Her hands trembled slightly as they hovered near her chest, her entire body reacting to the unexpected change. The Love Link room had affected her as well. Gone were her usual clothes—replaced by the same alluring ensemble as the others. She now stood before him in black lace, the sheer fabric hugging her figure in a way that left little to the imagination.
Her long lashes fluttered as she struggled to find words.
"Ah… This is...!" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't worry about it, Misuzu," Yuuna said, her lips curving into a knowing smile. She sauntered toward her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Everything inside the Love Link room bends to its power. When Kouhei-kun envisions something, the room reshapes itself accordingly."
Misuzu swallowed hard, her throat bobbing. "Ah… I-Is that so...?"
"I'm sorry, Yuki-san," Kouhei murmured, though his eyes lingered on the way the delicate lace contrasted against her smooth skin.
"N-No, it's okay," she quickly reassured him, shaking her head, though the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her emotions. "It's my fault for asking to watch, so..."
Yet, even as she said it, she couldn't ignore the way her heartbeat pounded in her ears. She wasn't sure why, but standing there—wrapped in something so revealing, exposed before a man for the first time—made her breath hitch in a way she had never experienced before.
