Hanako is a Succubus

She was radiant.

Sure, the demon was plenty taller than me, but her height hardly contributed to an already infinitely large presence. Despite her human form looking like no more than a dedicated, (and very erotic) cosplayer, I had never been more sure of anything in my life than the fact that there was a being beyond human comprehension standing before my eyes.

“I- uhm…”

I couldn’t keep my composure.

“ImsosorryfordisturbingyouwithmypresenceIreallyjustwantedtotryoutthissummoningthingIsawonVchananddidntexpectittoactuallyworkandclearlyImmessingwiththingsthatarebeyondmyabilitiesorpatheticselfandsoIhopeyoullforgivemyincompetentcockroachofaselfandsparemy-”

I couldn’t even feel the pain in my butt as I fell backwards onto the floor, fumbling over my feet and my words.

She spoke up.

“Ah, uhm…! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you! I just wanted to, well, show off a teensy bit. I was just so excited to meet you… Please don’t be afraid of me! Ah– uhhh, here’s a tissue! Uhm, sorry again…”

Suddenly, she was fidgeting, wearing a little bit of a panicked expression as she reached a handkerchief out towards me.

This succubus… Hanako. She was unbelievably…

Cute?

“S- sorry…I—well, I just… wasn’t really expecting this whole “summoning” thing to actually work. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

A mix of guilt and lingering fear forced something overly honest out of my mouth.

“Oh, uh, sorry… that was probably also rude…”

“Oh, no! No no no! Please, don't let yourself feel guilty over such trivialities! I believe it’s normal to have some level of skepticism over the dark arts. I’m more than happy to just have been able to meet you! Uhm, what is your name, if it’s not too much of a bother to ask?”

My name! I’d been so started that I had pretty much given rude gesture after rude gesture.

I was so embarrassed I could die. But to be quite honest, were succubi supposed to be this kind and forgiving? I was expecting a lot more of a… brash and forward character, I guess.

Not that I had any complaints about it either.

“Right! I’m Shoutarou Suzuki. It’s- it’s nice to meet you.”

She was still extending her hand out towards me. I wanted so badly to take the handkerchief. Just… Slowly. If I reached out slowly, I could avoid making direct contact.

Once my hand was close enough, I came in like a cat, and quickly snatched it away. Hopefully that didn’t come off as just another strange or offensive way of acting. I felt like I was fumbling every possible interaction.

“T-thanks.”

“Right, Suzuki, so let’s get right to it then! Well to be quite frank, I’d love to talk and get to know you better as soon as possible, but I suppose we’ll have plenty of time for that in the future, won’t we! So for now, what is it that you wish for?”

Wasn’t that already sealed in the pact? Well no matter, maybe it was something that needed to be said clearly to the other party after the fact as well. It’s not like she’d just understand out of the blue, or anything.

Though I guess we were dealing with magic, so really, who knows?

“Right, so… This is a little bit embarrassing, and, well… It’s a long story, but uhm… well, I mean…”

“It’s okay, no need to be embarrassed! The pact is already made, after all.”

“Yeah, okay then… Uh, would it be okay if we, well, had… uhm, s-sex?”

…

“Eh?”

“Eh?”

Something was wrong.

“That… that's your wish? Are you sure?”

Her expression changed. Suddenly, it was a lot more difficult to read. Despite her beaming face being honest to a fault before.

Was this how the summoning was supposed to go?

“Hmmmmm?”

There was a different kind of smile this time. This one was… well, devilish. At the same time, she seemed to be pondering something as she fondled the bulky lock which hung from her neck, before coming to some sort of realization.

Was this it for me? Had I messed up really badly?

“Ah, I understand now. Well, it’s my first time for this sort of thing too, so there’s bound to be some unforeseen circumstances here and there! Not everything is by the books, after all.”

She was flipping back and forth between seemingly calm and happy, and full of some sort of terrifying intent. My life began to flash before my eyes.

I had summoned a real live demon, after all.

“Well, I guess I can understand that sort of request. Hmmm… Well then, Shoutarou Suzuki, why would you want to do such a thing? Are you just that attracted to me? Perhaps your feelings about your wish changed after you saw my appearance?”

Since when had she been within an arm's length of me? Had I simply not noticed her closing in in a fit of nervousness? Like a snake, it felt as if she held a tight grip around her prey. Was she waiting to strike? Was some kind of development about to happen?

I was still deathly afraid. I didn’t want to show my fear, but it must have been written all over.

I tried to scoot away, but she kept coming in close. I was entirely cornered.

“I just, well… like I said, it’s a very long story, and-”

“We have time. I’d love to hear all about it!”

Her eyelids hung low, carrying a sharp, confident gaze.

“After all, that’s a bold request to ask a girl you just met, don’t you think?”

I could feel tears welling in my eyes again. I was a mess of emotions.

“I, uhm.. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

I shouldn’t have done this. I shouldn’t have summoned her.

Perhaps I was paying the price now.

I wanted to apologize to my sister. I wasn't even quite sure what for, but I wanted to, regardless. I probably wouldn’t get that chance anyway though.

“What’s wrong? You wanted a succubus, didn’t you? To do naughty things with? It’s only-”

I could feel something welling up inside me. Something really, really bad.

“P- please don’t touch me! I’m sorry for being so rude, but please don’t touch me! I- I’ll pay any price for my disrespect, just… don’t touch me… anything but that!”

…

“Eh?”

“Eh?”

“Might I be… misunderstanding something, perhaps? You’re interested in my body, are you not?”

“I… well…”

I made an awful request just now, didn’t I?

Following some weird, internet forum post about fetishizing demonic beings even after criticizing it. I even ended up asking somebody I had just met if I could have sex with them.

That made me even worse than Saito, didn’t it?

I looked into the eyes of the demonic being in front of me, who really was just a regular-looking girl, and picked out the conflicting feelings that leaked out from her expression.

Excitement, expectation; disappointment, disgust.

That’s right, she even said she had been excited to see me. For one reason or another, this meeting must have been important for her. Perhaps for a succubus, being able to connect with a male partner was an invaluable meeting.

I was at a loss for words. The only response I could bear to give was tears.

My sister, my classmates, my teacher, and now this girl, Hanako, too.

I had let a lot of people down today.