Succubus Hina

Hina's body felt like a dream. It supple, warm, and dangerously soft. Her skin, smooth like silk, pressed enticingly against him, and there was something else, something impossible to ignore… a scent. Sweet and heady, it wrapped around Kouhei like a drug, sinking into his senses with every breath he took.

It was the scent of a succubus—thick with allure, laced with something wickedly enticing.

Kouhei felt a wave of dizziness as if his mind were melting under the weight of that arousing fragrance. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. He couldn't think, couldn't move, only feel.