The Incubus System Chapter 1221. Big Boobies Demon Hunter

The Incubus System Chapter 1221. Big Boobies Demon Hunter Ivy immediately lowered her hands mid-search, clearly relieved she didn’t have to

The Incubus System Chapter 1221. Big Boobies Demon Hunter

Ivy immediately lowered her hands mid-search, clearly relieved she didn’t have to run a full building-wide scan.

“Actually,” I said, “can you take me to Emma’s or Ruby’s place? You know where they are, right?”

Maria nodded like this was the easiest thing in the world. “Yeah. Follow me. They’re in the same room. With Tiffany. Safety room.”

I groaned internally. “I know. But I don’t know where that is. This building’s like a damn maze.”

Yeah... I even got lost a bit when I went to the senator chamber earlier, and that was after I’d read most of this place through Clea’s mind once.

The layout still made no damn sense. Too many floors. Too many locked areas. Too many secret halls. Typical government design.

But then it hit me.

Wait—safety room.

My stomach twisted immediately.

“Wait—safety room?” I asked again, just to make sure.

Maria nodded again, calm like it was totally normal. “Mhm.”

I rubbed my face with one hand, sighing deeply. “Let me guess… a lot of wounded demon hunters there?”

Another nod. “A lot.”

“And we’re... uh… responsible for most of it, aren’t we?” I asked carefully.

Maria didn’t even try to soften it. “You could say that.”

“Right. Great. That’s just fantastic.” I muttered under my breath. Yeah, sure, they technically were obstacles in my whole takeover arc, but still— walking into a room full of wounded people we technically wrecked? Not exactly the best PR move.

I exhaled again. “Alright. Screw it. I’ll just… disguise myself.”

I activated my Camouflage skill.

The magic washed over me like a slick second skin. My aura vanished. Wings tucked away. My clothes shifted into standard Demon Hunter field gear. Even my hair color flicked back to my human default—good old Ethan again.

Ivy looked at me. Blinked. Then cringed slightly like her brain was trying to adjust.

Maria gave a soft snort.

“What do you think, guys?” I asked, glancing at both of them.

Ivy looked at me. Blinked. Then cringed.

Maria gave a soft snort.

“What do you think, guys?” I asked, glancing at both of them, arms slightly raised, presenting my ‘masterful’ disguise.

Ivy tilted her head, trying to keep a straight face. “Uh… Your Highness, you… you basically look like your human form in demon hunter uniform.” She paused, eyes squinting like she couldn’t quite figure out whether to laugh or call for help. “It’s just…”

She pointed.

At my chest.

Or rather — yeah — my boobies.

“Why… are those bigger than mine?” Ivy asked, completely deadpan.

I blinked, looked down, and—yeah.

Yeah, they were huge.

Like, offensively huge for no reason.

Maria immediately coughed and turned away to hide her laughter.

I tried to act like this was all perfectly logical. “Well,” I said, waving my hand vaguely over my exaggerated curves, “if I pretend to be a demon hunter but keep my regular face, people might recognize me.”

I gestured at my appearance. “So I made… adjustments. Hopefully they won’t recognize me like this.”

Maria finally regained enough breath to speak. “But… why big boobies?”

I smiled faintly, as if I had just invented cold fusion. “To distract them, obviously. If they can’t think straight, they won’t recognize me. Classic psychological misdirection.”

Ivy blinked again. “You… You’re serious.”

“Dead serious.”

Maria narrowed her eyes. “And what about the female demon hunters? They have eyes too, you know.”

“They’ll be too jealous of my boobies,” I said matter-of-factly. “Jealousy clouds judgment too. Works on everyone.”

Maria stared at me for a second, then slowly clapped once. “Genius. Disturbing… but genius.”

I gestured dramatically toward the hallway. “Now show me the way, before I lose what’s left of my dignity.”

Maria sighed, still holding back her laughter. “Fine, follow me. And for the record, if this backfires, I’m not helping.”

We made our way through the winding halls of the same levels. Ivy followed behind, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe this was her life now.

And yeah, honestly? Neither could I.

After everything — brainwashing senators, crushing Nathan, flipping the whole Association upside down — here I was, sneaking around in a female demon hunter disguise with a ridiculous chest because I didn’t want awkward small talk with wounded subordinates.

Life’s weird.

As we neared the safety room, Maria stopped. “Alright. I’ll wait out here. Obviously, me walking in would be… counterproductive.”

“Right,” I nodded. “No demon guests allowed.”

I opened my telepathy again.

‘Guys, I’m almost there,’ I announced mentally.

‘Finally,’ Ruby answered. ‘Just get in already. I already told them you’re one of our friends.’

‘Appreciate it.’

I exhaled, straightened my fake uniform, adjusted the slightly-too-tight top, and walked toward the safety room entrance.

The door had several layers of wards and security barriers — faint golden circles of protective runes glowing in the air. I could tell the demon hunters here thought these layers made them safe. Maybe psychologically, they did.

Physically? Against someone like me?

Yeah. No.

I walked straight through.

The first barrier rippled like jelly as I stepped through it. The runes tried to scan me, hesitated, then gave up like a tired employee on their fifth overtime shift.

The second layer buzzed as my presence overwhelmed its detection system entirely.

The third one?

Didn’t even bother resisting.

I passed through.

And then I was inside.

The safety room was bigger than I expected — more like a repurposed med bay bunker. Rows of cots lined the walls, most filled with demon hunters covered in bandages, IV drips, healing sigils drawn onto their skin. You could practically feel the weight of exhaustion and pain in the air.

Dozens of them were recovering here — some unconscious, some barely sitting upright. The atmosphere was heavy, but calm. Everyone here had fought hard. Some had bled. Some had lost comrades.

Yeah… and a lot of that?

My fault.

Not entirely — but I wasn’t innocent either.

‘Oops. Sorry, not sorry,’ I muttered under my breath.

As I walked in, I immediately felt their eyes turn toward me.

Whispers rippled through the room like a breeze.

“Who’s that?”

“New transfer?”

“Never seen her before…”

“…holy crap…”

“Damn…”