When the mention of the reward was whispered by Tsukune's sexy, deep voice, something triggered in her mind as she sank into her mindscape.
The study table dissolved around her. She was in his dorm room now, the one she had slept in weeks ago, after Gin had attacked her. The curtains were drawn, the only light a soft glow from the moon filtering through the gaps.
Tsukune was there, standing by the window, his back to her. He turned slowly, and his eyes were not their usual brown. They were crimson, the same predatory red that made Vampires so attractive in her eyes. It was a look he got when he stopped holding back from revealing his true form.
'Oh gods.'
Kurumu had always known he was handsome. Even when he was just a scrawny, unremarkable human who could barely pass his PE classes, there had been something about him.
But now, after weeks of training and the slow infusion of Shinso blood, he had become something else entirely. His jaw had sharpened, his shoulders had broadened, and the lean muscles beneath his skin moved with a fluid, predatory grace. He was not just attractive anymore. He was mesmerizing. The kind of beautiful that made your breath catch and your heart stutter.
He walked toward her, each step deliberate, unhurried. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the pale skin of his chest, the lean muscles she had felt beneath her fingers a hundred times but never seen in this light.
His fangs caught the moonlight, and she could not help but stare. He was, without question, one of the hottest guys in the Yokai Academy now, and he was walking toward her like she was the only girl in the room.
"You did well," he said, his voice low, rougher than usual. A smirk tugged at his lips. That stupid, infuriating, gorgeous smirk. "My little succubus. Though I am still not sure how you passed Math."
My. The word sent a thrill down her spine, even with the teasing.
He reached her, and his hands found her waist, pulling her against him. The heat of his body seeped through her clothes, and she could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong. Her succubus instincts buzzed not to charm or control him, but simply to increase the stimulus she was receiving.
And what she felt from him was want, bare and unguarded and entirely for her. No hypnosis. No tricks. Just him, stripped of all his sarcastic defenses, wanting her with an intensity that made her knees weak.
He tilted her chin up with one finger, forcing her to meet his crimson gaze.
"Time for your reward," he murmured. "Unless you would rather go back to studying quadratic equations?"
She grabbed his shirt and pulled him the rest of the way. "Shut up with your Math, and kiss me."
His lips crashed against hers. It was not the soft, teasing kisses she imagined him giving her in the classroom. It was hungry, demanding, and she melted into it, her fingers running through his hair. He walked her backward until her legs hit the bed, and they fell together onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and desperate sounds.
She had imagined this a hundred times. But her imagination had never done justice to the weight of him on top of her, the way his hands roamed her body, tracing every curve, every dip. He knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, where to bite.
When his mouth left hers and trailed down her neck, she gasped. His fangs scraped against her skin, not breaking it, just teasing. Her succubus instincts flared, demanding more.
"Tsukune…"
He looked up at her, and his crimson eyes blazed. "I want all of you, Kurumu. Not just that flirty, dramatic, version of you. I want the girl who is afraid of being left behind. The one who studies until her head hurts because she does not want to lose anyone." He paused, then added with a crooked smile, "Which is terrifying, by the way. You are a lot."
Her throat tightened. Even in her fantasy, he saw through her.
"You already have her," she whispered.
He kissed her again, softer this time. "Then I guess I should stop talking and start proving it. Fair warning, I am still figuring this out."
He kissed down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower. His fingers found the hem of her shirt and pushed it up, exposing her stomach to the cool air. She shivered, but not from cold. His lips followed the path of his hands, pressing soft kisses to her bare skin, each one a spark that made her arch into him.
She breathed him in, the scent of soap and something darker, something uniquely him. His skin was warm against her lips when she kissed his shoulder. She wanted to memorize his scent. Every sound he made, every sharp intake of breath when her nails scraped down his back.
He took his time. There was no rush, no urgency, just the slow, deliberate exploration of a man who wanted to learn every inch of her. His fingers traced the line of her ribs, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. He kissed the inside of her wrist, then the hollow of her throat, then the soft skin just below her navel.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured against her belly, and she felt the words more than heard them. "I could spend hours just looking at you."
"Then stop talking and look," she managed, her voice breathy. "Or better yet, stop looking and touch."
His laugh vibrated against her skin. "Bossy. I like it."
He pushed her shirt higher, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Her nipples tightened instantly, and she saw his gaze darken. He cupped one breast in his hand, thumb brushing over the peak, and she arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"So responsive," he said, his voice thick. "I love that."
He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him there. His tongue circled the sensitive bud, teasing, tasting, and she found the sensation exhilarating.
"Tsukune…"
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention and care, while his hand continued to massage the first. Her hips bucked against him, seeking friction, seeking more. He chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending sparks through her body.
"Eager, are we?"
"You are doing this on purpose," she accused, her voice ragged.
"Maybe." He glanced up at her, his eyes gleaming. "Do you want me to stop?"
"...D-Don't you dare! If you stop, I will… kill you."
She moaned as he bit her nipple, a sharp jolt of pleasure that made her whole body jerk. She felt herself climax, a small, sudden release that caught her off guard. Her inner walls fluttered, and a gush of wetness soaked her underwear. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to hide it from him, but the heat on her face told her she had failed.
He noticed. Of course he noticed. His smirk widened. "Did you just…?"
"No!" she lied. "Shut up."
He laughed, a real laugh, warm and amused. Then he returned to her breasts, sucking harder, nipping gently with his teeth. She gasped at the edge of pain, the way it blended into pleasure. Her toes curled, and she could feel herself growing wetter, ready.
He pulled back, looking at her flushed face, her heaving chest, the marks he had left on her skin. "You know," he said, his voice low, "I have been thinking. About you. About us."
"Thinking is overrated," she breathed. "Action is better."
He grinned. "Fair point. But first, I have a question."
"Ask me later."
"Oh, can't do that, honey. It is about your breasts, actually."
She blinked, her face already flushed a deep pink. "My breasts?"
"Yeah." He cupped them both, squeezing gently, and she moaned. "They are amazing. Perfect. I was wondering… should I start working on making them lactate for you?"
Her face went a deeper variant of scarlet. "Tsukune!"
"What?" He looked almost innocent, which was infuriating given the situation. "It is a legitimate question. You are a succubus. I do not know how your biology works, okay? Do succubi even produce milk? Would it be magical? Would it taste like honey?"
"I do not know!" She swatted his chest. "And I am not going to find out right now!"
"Okay, okay. Just curious." He kissed the tip of her nose. "Another time, then."
She did not dignify that with a response. Instead, she pulled him down and kissed him, deep and desperate, pouring all her frustration and desire into the connection. He met her with equal intensity, his hands roaming her body, his hips pressing against hers.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her, his expression serious for a moment. "Kurumu. I want you to know something."
"What?"
"I am not just here for your body. I mean, your body is incredible. But I am here for you. All of you. The loud, dramatic, slightly unhinged, secretly insecure girl who bakes terrible cookies and somehow made me care about her more and more."
Her eyes stung. "You are ruining the mood."
"Good. Because I want you to remember this. Not just an excuse of mine to have sex. This."
He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. Then he slid down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire. He pushed her legs apart and settled between them, and she felt his breath hot against her inner thigh.
"What are you doing?" she asked, though she already knew.
"Proving a point."
He kissed her there, through the thin fabric of her underwear, and she gasped. His tongue pressed against her through the cotton, wet and warm, and she bucked against his mouth.
"Tsukune!"
He hooked his fingers into her underwear and pulled them down. She lifted her hips to help him, and then she was bare beneath him, exposed and trembling. He looked at her, really looked, and she saw the hunger in his eyes.
"Beautiful," he said. Then he lowered his head.
His tongue found her clit immediately, circling, teasing, and she cried out. Her hands fisted in the sheets, and her back arched off the bed. He sucked gently, then harder, and she felt the pleasure building, coiling tight in her belly.
"More," she gasped. "Please, more."
He slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit that spot that made her see stars. She moaned, loud and unrestrained, and he hummed against her clit, the vibration sending shockwaves through her body.
She was close, so close, and he knew it. He sped up, his tongue working in rhythm with his fingers, and she felt herself spiraling toward the edge.
"Tsukune, I am going to…"
He pressed deeper, sucked harder, and she shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, and she screamed his name, her body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on his fingers. She felt herself gush, wetness soaking his hand and the sheets.
"Ahh! I'm cumming! Cumming so hard!"
He did not stop. He kept going, drawing out every last shudder, until she was limp and trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Only then did he lift his head, his chin glistening, and smile at her. "That was just the beginning."
She could barely speak. "You are… trying to kill me."
"Maybe. Is it working?"
She laughed weakly. "Shut up and come here."
He crawled up her body, kissing her stomach, her ribs, her breasts, her neck. She tasted herself on his lips, and the intimacy of it made her heart ache. When he reached her mouth, he kissed her softly, tenderly, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
"I love you," she whispered against his lips. "I know I say it a lot. But I love you, Tsukune. Even when you are being an insufferable tease."
He pulled back just enough to look at her. His crimson eyes were soft, vulnerable in a way she rarely saw. "I know. And I love you too. Even when you are being a dramatic, chattering menace."
She punched his chest lightly. "Shut up."
"Make me."
She kissed him again, deep and slow, and he groaned against her mouth. She felt him, hard and ready, pressing against her thigh, and she reached down to stroke him.
He undid his belt, then his pants. He was larger than she had imagined, and for a moment, fear flickered through the haze of desire. But then he leaned over her again, his weight pressing her into the mattress, and his mouth found her ear.
"Relax," he whispered. "I will be gentle. At first. And if anything hurts, tell me. I am not a mind reader, no matter what Inner says."
Even in my fantasies, he has to be thoughtful. Typical of Tsukune.
His hand slid between her legs again and she gasped as his fingers found her soaking wet and ready to receive him. He circled her entrance with his dick, teasing, not yet entering. She bucked against his hand, desperate.
"Please," she said again. "I cannot wait any longer."
He positioned himself at her entrance, and she felt the pressure. He looked into her eyes, and for a moment, everything stopped. Then he pushed forward, slowly, carefully, and she felt herself stretch around him.
The sensation was overwhelming. Pain and pleasure tangled together, and she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He paused, letting her adjust, his forehead pressed against hers.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
"Yes." She breathed deeply. "Do not stop."
A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Worth it."
He pushed deeper, and this time the pain faded, replaced by a fullness she had never experienced. He filled her completely, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He began to move, slow at first, then faster, finding a rhythm that made stars burst behind her eyes.
His mouth found hers again, swallowing her moans. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he thrust into her. The bed creaked beneath them, and the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the soft, wet sounds of their bodies meeting.
She felt something building inside her again, a pressure that grew with each stroke. Her inner walls clenched around him, and she heard him groan, felt him shudder.
"Tsukune! Oh gods, yes! Yes!"
She gasped. "I am close."
"Then let go," he said. "I am not going anywhere."
Her climax crashed over her, even stronger than before. She screamed his name, her body arching off the bed, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vice.
"Tsukune! I'm cumming again! It's so deep! Don't stop, don't ever stop!"
She felt herself gush again, soaking them both, and she was too far gone to feel embarrassed. Her whole body shook with the force of it, her toes curling, her back arching, her mouth hanging open in a silent cry of pure, unrestrained pleasure.
He followed moments later, burying himself deep inside her with a low, guttural groan. She felt the heat of him, the throbbing of his release, and it sent another wave of pleasure through her already oversensitive body.
And then something else happened.
She felt his essence, not just his semen, but something deeper, something spiritual, flowing into her. Then moments later she felt his own spiritual essence being drawn in by her, as she was a Succubus, even unconsciously, her body instinctively knew what to do for her. It drew his life force into her core, absorbing it, making it part of her.
A warmth spread through her, pleasant and invigorating. She felt her Yoki grow stronger, her reserves swelling, her very being humming with new energy. It was not a dramatic transformation, nothing like an explosive power growth, but it was enough to tip the scale and get her closer to reaching A-tier in terms of Yoki.
'So this is what it feels like,' she thought, dazed and content. 'To feed from my destined one. To accept his essence. No wonder mom was nagging me all the time to find myself a partner and stop being a virgin.'
The warmth faded, leaving her relaxed and satisfied in a way she had never experienced.
They lay there afterward, tangled together, his weight pressing her into the mattress. She could feel his heartbeat, still racing, and his breath warm against her neck.
"That was…" she started, but she could not find the words.
"Intoxicating?" he offered, lifting his head to look at her.
"Yes. Intoxicating."
He kissed her forehead, soft and gentle. "You are incredible."
She smiled, a real smile, full of warmth and wonder. "Even when I am dramatic?"
"Especially when you are dramatic."
The fantasy swelled, heat and pleasure and the promise of forever, until -
[Snap back to reality]
'Stop. Stop. STOP!'
Kurumu blinked, shaking her head violently. The study table snapped back into focus. Tsukune was still sitting across from her, still wearing his stupidly handsome smirk, completely unaware that she had just mentally undressed him and experienced her first imaginary orgasm and also losing her virginity to him.
Her face was on fire. Her tail, hidden beneath the table, was wagging so hard she was afraid it would knock something over.
'Exams first. Eternal bonding later.' (The Kiss of Death could wait.)
She cleared her throat, forcing herself to look at the practice problems instead of at his lips. Her heart was still racing. Her thighs pressed together under the table, and she cursed her own imagination.
In the future, never imagine Tsukune whispering "Relax, I will be gentle" while he is sitting right across from her. Impossible to study.
Her pen slipped from her fingers and rolled across the table. She lunged for it, knocking over her water bottle in the process. Tsukune raised an eyebrow.
"You okay there?"
"Fine!" Her voice was an octave too high. "Totally fine. Just… clumsy. All this studying. Very clumsy."
He did not look convinced. But he let it slide.
"Fine," she said, her voice a little too high, a little too breathy. "Give me another problem. But make it an easy one."
She would never tell him about the fantasy. Never. Ever.
But later, alone in her room, she might revisit it. Just for research purposes.