Losing My Virginity to a Succubus
2) My First Sexual Partner Is a Succubus (Futanaari Transformation)
I had a hunch about her true identity because of the horns, wings, and tail, but her outfit is ordinary.
“A demon? A member of the demon race?”
“......”
We’re both too busy trying to figure each other out to actually answer the questions.
“You really are a clueless kid.”
“Damn it, you barged in out of nowhere and just ask stupid questions. What the hell?”
“At the very least, I’m not someone you should be acting so cocky toward.”
We glared at each other in silence for a long while.
I didn’t think I could win anyway, and I couldn’t run away, so in the end, I was the one who threw in the towel first.
“Since you asked first, I’ll answer first. Move.”
The woman who had been looking down at me sat on the bed and stared at me.
That’s my spot.
“But tell me one thing. Did you come here to kill me?”
“It depends on your answer.”
I really need a cigarette.
I’m not going to die anyway, so I guess it doesn’t matter.
“So what exactly is your question? I remember you asking me who I was earlier today.”
“Are you human?”
“I’m human, and I was just the guinea pig in an experiment where they forcibly transplanted a succubus’s heart into me. That’s it.”
It seems like she’s asking about the succubus after all.
But since she’s trying to beat me up out of the blue and acting like a total jerk, I don’t see any reason to explain it to her nicely.
“I see…”
She’s the kind of bitch who wouldn’t answer even if I asked, so I casually grabbed a cigarette and lit it.
“Isn’t it a bit much to smoke—something that’s bad for your health—when you’ve got someone else’s heart?”
“It’s none of my business what others smoke or eat.”
“Huh…”
She sighed, ruffled her hair, then smoothed it back down and looked at me.
“You don’t seem like a bad person. Let me introduce you: Emileus. She’s a succubus. Call her Emile.”
A succubus.
I’d thought about looking her up someday in case she might be helpful, but I’d kept it to myself, worried she’d go on and on about how she killed her own comrade and had a heart transplant.
“You look like a human no matter how I look at you, but I came here because I could smell a strong scent of a succubus. I was rude.”
Emile suddenly raises both hands in apology.
After just tossing a person aside like that, and now this.
“So, are you done here?”
I had a bunch of questions to ask, but damn it, I couldn’t control my temper and blurted that out without thinking.
“Do you know anything about the owner of that succubus’s heart?”
“How would a mere test subject know?”
“True. I was just asking. Even if you knew who the owner was, there’s no guarantee it’s someone I know.”
Even though they’re succubi, they’re a race that drains life energy through dreams, not by physically coupling with someone, so I used to think the idea that ‘succubi are beautiful’ was just a false prejudice—but I guess that prejudice was just that.
Maybe it’s her proportions, but her breasts are even bigger than Milia’s, and even though they’re the same size, the feeling of “big” is strangely different.
She’s about the same height as me, so her breasts stand out less than Milia’s, yet they still draw the eye?
I thought my figure was pretty impressive after getting a succubus heart transplant, but that’s on a whole other level.
Though having a body this good is kind of useless when you’re out on an adventure.
I’ve even lost some muscle.
“......”
“......”
A moment of silence.
I was the one who broke it.
“Do you have any succubus abilities or anything?”
“I don’t know.”
Damn it.
“Don’t give me a vague answer. You said you had a heart transplant, right? What do you think you are?”
What kind of riddle is that?
“You’re human. But you had a succubus’s heart transplanted, and you give off a succubus’s scent. You must have noticed that people’s attitudes toward you have changed a bit, right?”
It wasn’t exactly rare before, but that was just people being friendly; now, there were definitely more people clinging to me in a sleazy way than before.
“Are you just a human with a succubus’s heart? Or are you half-human, half-succubus? Either way, how many of a succubus’s traits do you possess? Are there any other factors at play?”
“How the hell would I know?”
“Same here. You wouldn’t be able to tell what a succubus is like just by seeing one with a human heart, would you?”
Come to think of it, those fanatics were the weird ones. There’s no way anyone could know what happens when you receive a succubus’s heart transplant.
Even those fanatics didn’t know in the first place.
“How old are you?”
“…22.”
“You’re still a kid.”
... Old hag.
Her clothes had changed without me noticing.
Whether she knew what I was thinking or not, Emile just looked at me in a relaxed posture.
“It doesn’t seem like you killed one of our own and implanted the heart yourself. You’ve been through a lot too, so if you have any questions, just ask.”
“Something I’m curious about.”
To be honest, I didn’t really know much about succubus abilities or even my own current state, so I was in a vague state of mind, hoping for any kind of conversation to start—but I didn’t know what to ask.
“Come on, sit next to me.”
It’s as if her guard has dropped completely—she’s smiling and patting the bed, a far cry from when she was throwing me around and choking me just a moment ago.
“Or tell me more about yourself. Maybe there’s something I can do to help.”
“Why would you want to help?”
From her perspective, there’s absolutely no reason to help.
It’s just me saying, “I’m just a victim of an experiment,” and even if that’s true, I’m still just a stranger to him.
“You seem to be doing okay, but… just think of it as a whim. If a kid got kidnapped and had a heart transplant, wouldn’t you want to help in any way you could?”
I’m not sure…
“Well?”
Emil smiled, spreading her arms wide.
If I’d been horny as hell just a moment ago, her attractive looks and figure would’ve been enough to make me throw myself at her even if we’d just met…
“Are you mad because I rejected you?”
“……”
She’s so damn annoying.
I tried to change the subject by bringing up what had happened so far.
The slime fluid, the high-ranking succubus’s heart, the mysterious spell or magic—and the fact that the elf hadn’t really gained anything from it either—and the sword that supposedly grants abilities depending on the user, but hadn’t yielded any results yet.
“You say you haven’t got anything yet. Do you get aroused out of the blue or anything?”
Under normal circumstances, I’d naturally think this was sexual harassment, but since both of us are succubi...
I nodded.
“You can’t control yourself.”
“Control?”
“I’ll tell you if you use polite language.”
I stared at Emile without saying a word, but Emile just shrugged and tilted her head.
“I’m hundreds of years older than you. Besides, I’m the one helping you, right? And from what I’ve seen lately, I actually like you.”
“…Please.”
Emil gave a sly smile and pulled me toward him, but I instinctively yanked my arm away. He looked at me with a hurt expression.
To be honest, I hadn’t really intended to pull away—I’d done it out of the lingering hostility I still felt—so I quietly let myself be drawn into Emil’s embrace.
‘Ugh…’
It’s embarrassing being in my underwear.
“Should I call you half-human, half-beast, or a chimera? I don’t know how much of a succubus’s traits you retain, but basically, a succubus makes her partner have erotic dreams, drains their life energy, and seduces them.”
Emil continued speaking while hugging me from behind.
“Think about it. If a succubus could just drain life energy through dreams, why would she need seduction? She could just drain the energy.”
“I… hadn’t thought of that.”
“At my level, I can pull off simple illusions. How do you think I managed to observe you for days without you noticing?”
“Since when have you been spying on me?”
“Since you went into the dungeon and got raped by those pathetic tentacles.”
He saw even that...
I felt a slight flush at the memory of that situation, and clenched my teeth as I got aroused by the memory of being raped.
“Even the part where you boldly cut open your own stomach.”
“Huh!?”
Emil pressed down on my lower abdomen, causing a moan to escape my lips. Even though I was already starting to get aroused, the mere pressure on my stomach made such a lewd sound come out, so I covered my mouth.
“Ahaha, it’s normal, totally normal. You can’t control your pheromones, and with me here too.”
Ugh, s...h...it... Was this...
“It’s more effective to do it in real life than to make someone dream about it, but generally speaking, it feels like it drains even more life force than sex between living beings, so it’s not really a good method. A lot of people think we’re bad guys because of this method, but it’s a misunderstanding.”
“Right now, watching you play with your hands... uh, it does seem pretty naughty.”
“Playing with my hands? What do you mean?”
Emil stroked my cheek with his tail while rubbing my lower abdomen with one hand, and I held back a moan.
“Just because you have that ability doesn’t mean you know yet what kind of abilities you possess or how much you can draw out of them, since you’ve had a heart transplant. With slime mixed in, we can play even more stickily, right?”
“Succubus, what exactly is a ‘bus’...?”
“Hmm, how should I put this? There are various ways we’re born. One, as spirit forms. We’re born when sexual desires gather from here and there. In such cases, we float around like low-level spirits until we develop intelligence and a physical body. Two, through sex between a succubus and an incubus. Three, by combining the life energy of a man and a woman we’ve absorbed.”
“Well, uh... there are all kinds.”
“Exactly. By the way, succubi can't get pregnant, so don't worry about that. Though I don't know how many succubus traits you actually have.”
Emil’s tail wrapped around my body, caressing me as it traced my contours, and I didn’t even hear half of what he was saying.
“And here’s the fun part.”
“!?”
Without warning, he slipped his hand into my panties and started rubbing me right above my pussy, even lower than my lower abdomen.
It’s sexual harassment, but I guess he’s having fun… heh…
But that didn’t last long; I felt something in Emil’s hand.
I mean, I felt something of mine being gripped by Emil’s hand.
“Huh?”
My dick.
“What the hell are you doing!?”
My excitement vanished instantly, and I let out a low scream, while Emile just grinned.
“It’ll stop after a while.”
“How long is ‘a while’?”
“It depends on a person’s libido. For Sharuenn… three days?”
Are you crazy!?