The Incubus System Chapter 1194. Feel The Pleasure of PAIN!
The Incubus System Chapter 1194. Feel The Pleasure of PAIN! By the time I rejoined the others, the air was still thick with mana and the las
The Incubus System Chapter 1194. Feel The Pleasure of PAIN!
By the time I rejoined the others, the air was still thick with mana and the last traces of divine flare. But I had no more patience left for gloating. Not when there was still cleanup to do—and more threats just waiting to crawl out of the cracks.
My feet hit the ground, and I was immediately swallowed by movement—figures rushing toward me. Familiar mana signatures. Familiar faces.
Ivy, Luna, Maria, Buni, Shadow, Rave, Miranda, Yuffy, Red—and last but never quiet, Syntyche.
“My love…” Syntyche’s voice purred before she even stepped into view.
Then her claws slid around my shoulders from behind, and I felt her soft, curvy form press against my back.
“Took you long enough,” she whispered into my ear, her breath warm, silken. “I was starting to think you liked getting targeted by divine artillery.”
Her teeth grazed the side of my neck. Her hands dipped a little too low.
“Mm,” she added. “You’re always so full of power right after a fight… It's intoxicating.”
I sighed. Not even in the irritated way. More like—this again, huh?
“Syntyche…” I said, catching her wrist before it could wander. “Later, okay?”
She made a faux pout with her glossy lips. “You always say that.”
“And yet, you always come back for more.”
That got a grin out of her. “Guilty.”
I turned to the others, pushing down the strange warmth in my chest. Not the lust kind. The loyalty kind. They all regrouped without hesitation. No questions. No complaints.
Time to delegate.
“Yuffy. Red.” I nodded to both of them. “Stay here.”
Red’s brows rose. Yuffy looked surprised but didn’t argue.
I pointed down the street toward the recovering humans. “Puriel can’t travel to the demon realm in her state. And Celia’s vulnerable while I’m gone. Defense only.”
“Understood,” Yuffy said, saluting with two fingers. “You can count on us.”
Red simply nodded. His silence was enough.
I focused my thoughts and sent out a Telepathy.
‘Ruby,’ I said. ‘Help Clea handle the aftermath. There’s gonna be fallout from the Heaven’s Judgment launch. Demon hunter politics. You’re good at navigating bullshit.’
‘I’m on it,’ she replied instantly.
‘Also, Emma. Help her handle Nathan,’ I added. ‘Apparently, she bound him mid-fight to keep him from interrupting me.’
There was a pause on the other end.
Then I sighed. ‘I swear, that guy’s gonna blow a fuse and run to the Senators about it. He knows it was her. Probably already planning a dramatic report about betrayal or whatever holy vendetta he thinks this is.’
Ruby responded with a mental snort. ‘Let him. We’ll handle it.’
‘You sure?’
‘Please. I’ve covered worse scandals before breakfast.’
I smirked slightly, even as the tension in my chest held tight. ‘Good. Because I don’t have time to babysit his tantrum.’
“Alright,” I exhaled. “Let’s move.”
I opened the portal.
[You have opened a portal]
I stepped through first.
Ivy, Luna, Maria, Buni, Shadow, Rave, Miranda, and Syntyche followed close behind. No hesitation.
As the portal closed behind us, I felt a sharp pulse.
A drone tried to follow us.
Of course.
I didn’t even blink.
“Hmph. Hell Thunder.”
A single bolt of black-red lightning cracked out from my fingertips, hitting the drone mid-drift. It burst into metal shards and flaming wreckage, falling uselessly into the rift just as it sealed.
And then— We arrived.
But not at my office.
Not in the palace, or even in the center of the city.
No.
We stepped out into the border of Lust City.
And I paused.
Everything… was just… normal.
I blinked.
Leon was there. Standing tall, arms crossed, looking like a general surveying his troops. His armor shone in the streetlights, but his expression?
He was smirking.
Curtis was next to him. Not fighting. Not casting.
Just… taking notes. Notebook out. Pen moving casually.
The guards?
They were laughing.
I swear to hell, one of them was sipping from a juice box.
My eyes drifted past them.
Nefaris. Oh, of course. Reclining like a vampire queen she was, on a floating velvet couch, one leg crossed over the other. Glass of blood-wine in one hand. Her army? Positioned calmly behind the gate, creating a layered magical barrier—solid, impressive, overkill.
But no one was bleeding.
No one was screaming.
There were no explosion sounds. No sirens. No chaos.
One block away, I literally saw a coffee shop with an open patio. Demons inside. Chatting. A game center with some succubi and incubi standing outside, arguing about leaderboard scores like nothing apocalyptic was happening nearby. Traffic buzzed faintly in the background. Someone even honked.
My brow twitched.
What the hell was this?
I slowly turned toward the actual source of violence— And there it was.
Licheri.
The white, bouncing ball of lusty chaos was on top of the wall, glowing bright pink and moving like a maniac.
“Yaaa! Let’s gooo~! Feel the pleasure of PAIN!”
He shrieked with glee as he launched chunks of concrete into the air and bent the wind to slice through waves of enemy demons. His demonic power wrapped around several at once and forced them to slap, stab, or headbutt each other into submission like a very sadistic puppet master.
One demon screamed and turned to flee—only for the ground to eat him. Literally.
The sidewalk opened like a hungry maw and dragged him down, squealing.
Licheri cheered.
Behind him, dozens more demons were being slammed, strangled, drowned in bubblegum-scented fog, or mentally broken by sensual illusions that probably didn’t even exist.
The demon army that was supposed to invade Lust City?
They weren’t invading.
They were being tortured.
"…"
I just stood there.
My mouth slightly open.
No war. No panic. Not even a scratch.
Just Licheri.
“Ohhh~ You came!” the white jello chirped mid-leap. “Look! I saved the city! Did you see me? Did you see me?! I made them fall in love with PAIN! It’s so romantic!”
I covered my face with one hand.
My brain was catching up.
But inside?
Yeah.
I was relieved.
Even if it meant dealing with that chaotic marshmallow.
Lust City was safe.