Saionji was shocked. This wasn't the first or even the second time—this was the third time this boy had managed to touch her without cumming on the spot. The warmth of his touch... it was the first time she'd ever felt it.
Saionji belonged to a primordial succubus family. But now, she was the only one left. The last of her kind. It all happened when the forces of Valhalla declared war on the Underworld and wiped out the entire primordial succubus clan. That made her the current head of the Saionji family—though she was its only member.
Saionji desperately wanted to revive her clan, but she couldn't. As the last primordial succubus, she was cursed by her own power. Primordial succubi were notorious for draining the life force of any species, even demons. Their touch was instantaneously fatal, often causing their victims to orgasm to death within seconds. Meaning, if she ever touched or had sex with anyone, she'd kill them.
That was the harsh truth of Saionji's life. She couldn't be with anyone. Even the moment she kissed or touched them, they'd die. The only beings a primordial succubus could mate with were others of their kind. But there was only one primordial succubus left—Saionji.
So, she couldn't revive her family, couldn't have offspring—it was impossible.
But then, she found him. Someone who could resist the succubus effect. Someone who hadn't died even after she kissed him. It felt like she'd found the key to her problem. Without thinking, Saionji leaned in and kissed him again.
***
"Is something wrong, Hina-chan?" Touyama Kozue, the second-year representative on the student council, asked, her voice casual but laced with curiosity.
"Nothing," Saionji replied, her face a mask of indifference, as emotionless as ever. But Touyama wasn't fooled. She could see right through it.
Touyama sensed something was off but decided not to push the matter any further. They stood about two feet apart—close enough to talk but still distant, a deliberate choice. Touyama knew Saionji's situation all too well, which is why she was always careful not to get too close.
After a moment, they made their way to the student council office. Inside, the rest of the council members were already gathered.
The three first-year representatives were seated—along with the treasurer, auditor, and secretary. The president, as usual, was already in her chair. With Touyama and Saionji being the second-year representatives, that made nine members in total.
Today's meeting was about addressing ongoing issues and upcoming events, but Saionji wasn't paying attention. Not at all. She sat there, lost in her own world, zoning out as her mind wandered to the sensation of that kiss. Her first kiss. Her fingers absentmindedly grazed her lips.
I want to do it again, she thought, feeling a strange, unfamiliar longing rise within her.
It was the first time she'd ever felt like this. The first time she'd ever wanted something so badly.
"Hina? Are you okay?"
A voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Saionji looked up to see who had called her.
It was Sarushima Yuuna. She was breathtaking—golden hair that shimmered like sunlight and piercing crimson eyes that seemed to pull you in. More woman than girl, really. Her figure was flawless, her beauty almost otherworldly, with pale skin that looked as delicate as porcelain.
Yuuna was the student council president.
"I'm feeling a little under the weather," Saionji said quietly. "May I excuse myself and go home?"
Sarushima's crimson eyes narrowed in confusion. Saionji feeling unwell? That didn't track. Not for her.
Sarushima knew more than most about Saionji's condition. As a primordial succubus, Saionji's libido was directly tied to her life force—an overwhelming, powerful life force. The stronger the libido, the stronger the life force. For someone like Saionji, getting sick was practically unheard of. It just didn't happen. Millennia of history proved that primordial succubi simply didn't fall ill.
"Well, you may excuse yourself," Sarushima said, her voice tinged with confusion as her brows knitted slightly.
Without even hesitating, Saionji rose from her chair, her movements swift and graceful. She grabbed her bag, slung it effortlessly over her shoulder, and walked out of the office, the soft click of the door echoing in the now-silent room.
The remaining student council members were left frozen, staring after her.
"Something's really weird about her. I'm not the only one who noticed, right?" Touyama asked, breaking the stunned silence. Her eyes flicked toward the door where Saionji had just disappeared. She had sensed the shift in Saionji's behavior long before the others.
Something's wrong. I can feel it, Touyama thought. I need to figure out what's going on.
And just like that, another layer of trouble started brewing, and Kouhei remained completely unaware.
***
"Okumura Kouhei," the voice was as sharp and cold as ice, cutting through the stillness of the library. Saionji Hina stood before him, her gaze piercing through him like a blade.
Kouhei, lost in thought, blinked rapidly as he snapped back to reality. His fingers twitched slightly, gripping the edge of the desk.
It was only natural for him to be there. He was part of the so-called library club—which wasn't really a club, more like a quiet place to study and read. Kouhei was the only member.
He had been deep in his own world, his mind replaying the moment on the rooftop where Saionji had kissed him—her lips pressing against his out of nowhere, leaving him dazed and confused. He had spent the entire day questioning whether it was a dream or if it had really happened.
And now, standing before him was Saionji herself.
"E-Eh? W-What?"
"Walk home with me," Saonji said.
Suddenly, the quiet library buzzed with whispers and gasps. Normally, this place was Kouhei's sanctuary, a quiet corner where no one bothered him. It was rare for people to come to the library, but Saonji had a way of drawing attention like honey to bees. Eyes were glued to her, a mix of boys and even a few curious girls, all staring in disbelief.
"W-Why...?" Kouhei's throat felt dry, the words barely slipping out.
"What do you mean, why?" Saonji tilted her head, her innocent confusion making it seem like his question didn't make sense at all. "Does it matter? You don't want to?"
"N-No, of course I do!" Kouhei blurted, heart racing. His mind was a mess. This was everything he wanted—Saonji, the girl he'd crushed on for ages, asking him to walk with her. Yet, something about it felt... strange. Was it because of what happened earlier?
"Then let's go," Saonji said with a casual shrug, spinning on her heels with effortless grace.
Kouhei barely had time to think, let alone react. His feet moved on instinct, trailing after her as she left the library. The soft thud of the library door closing behind them echoed in the suddenly tense air, drawing even more attention.
All eyes were glued to them.
"Huh...?!"
"Is this real? She never talks to anyone outside the student council!"
"Why the fuck him!?"
And with that, the whispers erupted into full-blown chaos, like tossing gasoline on a fire.