I could feel my eyelids growing heavy as the teacher droned on about the history of magical creatures. My eyes slid shut for a moment, then snapped open as I tried to refocus. It was hard enough to pay attention in class, but the fact that I was attending a school with succubi made concentration almost impossible. They looked like any other girls, but they were anything but ordinary. These supernatural beings had integrated seamlessly into human society, and somehow, I had ended up at a school filled with them.
The strange thing about succubi was that they didn't act any differently from regular humans – at least, not outwardly. But there was this magnetic pull, this irresistible force that drew us in. Being around them for extended periods of time had an effect on us, gradually driving human males into a state of arousal that was impossible to ignore. The school administration had acknowledged this and had put in place a rather unusual rule: whenever reasonable, the males could request any succubi student to go somewhere private to "relieve built-up tension." Not those exact words, obviously.
The bell rang with a shrill sound that pierced my ears. I sighed and closed my textbook, feeling drained by the morning classes. It was only lunch time, but I felt like I had been studying for hours. I looked around the classroom, which was filled with noise and movement. Some of my classmates were packing their bags and heading out for their club activities. Others were chatting with their friends or eating their bentos on their desks. A few male students, of course, were being led out of the classroom by succubi, for some relief. The teacher had left the room after giving us some homework and reminders. I glanced at the blackboard, where our duty roster was written. Today, it was my turn to clean the windows along with three other students. I groaned inwardly, wishing I could just go home and take a nap.
...Or maybe, I just needed some relief, too. I hadn't paid much attention to it, but I suddenly became aware of the latent arousal that I'd been ignoring.
His eyes scanned the classroom, lingering on some of the succubi who seemed to sense his gaze and responded with sultry smiles or knowing winks. They were alluring, no doubt, but as his eyes continued to roam, he found himself drawn to a lone succubus sitting at the back of the class.
The succubus in the back of the class had an air of mystery around her that piqued my curiosity. She was a far cry from the typical appearance of her kind – instead of the voluptuous curves and seductive gazes, she had a slender, almost boyish frame, and her eyes were hidden behind rectangular glasses. Her hair was jet black and cut into blunt bangs that hung just above her eyebrows, while her long tail swayed gently behind her, adorned with sharp thorns that seemed to convey a sense of danger.
She sat alone, engrossed in a book, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. It struck me that I had never seen anyone interact with her, and I couldn't help but wonder why. Was she shy, or perhaps simply disinterested in the usual succubus pursuits? The intrigue surrounding her only heightened my desire to know more about this enigmatic creature, and I decided she would be my tool of relief.
As I neared her desk, I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, feeling the warmth of excitement and anticipation bubble up within me. The scent of the succubus was intoxicating – a heady mixture of honey and jasmine that enveloped me like a soft embrace. I noticed the delicate curve of her neck, the smoothness of her pale skin, and the way her glasses rested atop her button nose. She seemed to sense my approach, and as I stood beside her, she calmly slid a bookmark into her tome.
I cleared my throat quietly, the sound barely audible over the hum of activity in the room. "Excuse me," I said, trying to sound confident, though my voice wavered slightly. "I was wondering if you could... help me with something," I finished the sentence, my voice wavering even more noticeably now. She looked up at me, her eyes piercing through the lenses of her glasses, making my heart race with a mixture of fear and excitement.
"Huh...? With me...?" she questioned, her voice soft and melodic, with a hint of surprise. Her eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if she could see my every thought and desire.
A slight flush crept up my neck as I nodded. "If that's okay...?"
She stared for a few moments. "No, it's fine, really. It's a school rule anyway." She paused for a few moments. "...You've got some weird taste. Is this part of some punishment game? Did someone put you up to this?" She asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of amusement.
I shook my head, feeling the heat in my cheeks intensify, "No, it's not a game or anything like that. I just..." The look on her face seemed to say that she figured something out, so I let my voice drift off.
"I get it now. You don't know who I am," she said, her voice growing a bit more bitter. "It seems according to other classmates, I'm 'A boring, sexually frigid, succubus with a slim body', you know."
I hesitated for a moment, absorbing her words and the hurt that seemed to accompany them. "That's not what I think," I replied, my voice firm but gentle. "I'm not interested in what other people say about you."
Her eyes widened just a fraction, a hint of surprise flickering across her face before she quickly regained her composure. It seemed as if she wasn't accustomed to hearing such sincerity, especially from someone who barely knew her. But she was quickly back to her cool, near-monotone voice.
"Well, okay." She stood from her desk. "Do whatever you desire. Let's go."
"Thank you," I murmured, my heart pounding in my chest as she led me to a secluded location.
She began leading me out of the classroom, adding, "By the way, my name is Kazumi."
The nurse's office was located in a secluded corner of the school, away from the bustling classrooms and noisy hallways. The school had added various modifications that had been made to accommodate the unique needs of the students. The once open room had been divided into several lockable private chambers, each one furnished with a comfortable bed, dim lighting, and thick, floor-to-ceiling curtains to ensure maximum privacy. The scent of antiseptic mingled with lingering traces of musk.
We entered into the private chambers, locking the door behind us. As we stood facing each other, I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, my fingers shaking with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The succubus, however, seemed completely unfazed by the situation. She began to unbutton her school blouse with methodical precision, her slender fingers moving deftly over each button. The fabric parted to reveal the pale, smooth skin beneath, her modest breasts heaving gently with each breath she took. She carefully folded her blouse, placing it on a nearby chair, and then proceeded to remove her skirt, unveiling her shapely legs and the delicate lace of her underwear. As she removed her glasses, her eyes met mine – their depths suddenly more vulnerable and exposed without the barrier of her lenses.
I finally managed to strip down to my underwear, feeling both self-conscious and exhilarated by the intimate atmosphere that surrounded us. As we undressed, I felt compelled to break the silence. "You know," I began hesitantly, "I don't think you're boring at all, Kazumi." Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, an unreadable expression in their depths. "In fact, I think you're quite... fascinating." The word hung in the air between us, a daring admission that seemed to resonate with an unspoken truth.
Her lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Is that so?" she asked, her voice a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "And what, pray tell, do you find so fascinating about me?" The question was pointed, yet there was an underlying vulnerability to it, as if she was genuinely seeking validation.
I swallowed hard, trying to gather my thoughts. "Well," I began, "I think it's how different you are from the other succubi. You're not just trying to seduce everyone around you. You're... unique. And that makes me want to know more about you." The words felt clumsy and inadequate, but as I looked into her eyes, I could see that they had struck a chord.
She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest in a defensive gesture. "You do realize that my uniqueness, as you put it, is the very reason why I was deemed 'boring in bed' by my peers," she reminded me, her voice tinged with bitterness. It was difficult to read her emotions behind that stoic facade, but I could sense an underlying fear that she might disappoint me.
I reached out and gently took her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. "I don't care what they've said about you," I told her firmly, my gaze unwavering. "I'm not interested in gossip or rumors. I want to experience you for myself, and I have no doubt that it will be anything but boring."
For a moment, she seemed taken aback by my words, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Then, slowly, a soft smile spread across her lips, as if she was allowing herself to trust me. She nodded, and we moved toward the bed, our bodies growing closer in the dimly lit chamber.
As she stood before me, her nude form was a breathtaking sight to behold. Her lithe body was like a work of art, sculpted with delicate curves and lines that seemed to defy the expectations of a succubus. The swell of her breasts was modest and unpretentious, and her nipples were small and perky, standing at attention as if eager for attention. Her waist was slender, tapering down to her hips, which flared out just enough to give her a feminine allure. Her pubic hair, however, appeared unkempt – a dark, tangled nest that seemed to serve as a stark reminder of her isolation from the typical succubus experiences. It was as if she had not expected anyone to take an interest in her, and so had not bothered with the meticulous grooming that her peers seemed to pride themselves on. This untamed quality only served to heighten my fascination with her, as it hinted at a raw, untamed sensuality that lay hidden beneath her beneath her reserved exterior.
She gracefully reclined on the bed, her body a tantalizing vision sprawled out before me. Her legs were slightly parted, the thorn-adorned tail curled around one thigh, as if inviting me to explore the uncharted territory between them. Her eyes, now freed from the confines of her glasses, gazed up at me with a mix of vulnerability and curiosity. "Are you ready?" she asked, her voice no longer monotone, but rather soft and cautious, as if she was treading on unfamiliar ground, her words tinged with the faintest hint of hope.