The Incubus System Chapter 1234. Corrupted Weeb King
The Incubus System Chapter 1234. Corrupted Weeb King I turned to him, my voice flat and laced with the bitter aftertaste of memory. “Wait… S
The Incubus System Chapter 1234. Corrupted Weeb King
I turned to him, my voice flat and laced with the bitter aftertaste of memory.
“Wait… She seriously still thinks we’re… what, partners in crime? Like, still having—ugh—threesomes with your anime body pillow?”
Larry winced hard. “I didn’t think you’d bring that up again.”
“I have to bring it up!” I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. “I caught that. Like I was some corrupted weeb king, dragging her precious son into hell with a pair of jiggling 2D waifus.”
Larry gave a tiny, guilty shrug.
“Dude,” I said, “Ruby literally pretended to be your girlfriend once. I brought Emma over. I thought we were clear.”
“Yeah, about that…” he muttered, suddenly unable to make eye contact.
I squinted. “What?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “You know how I was, uh… talking to myself a lot? Back when I thought something was going on with you?”
“...Yeah?” I said slowly.
He sucked in a breath. “So, um. My mom overheard me. Mumbling. To ‘Nana-Chan.’”
The silence hit like a lightning bolt.
“You were mumbling… to ‘Nana-Chan’?” I repeated, eyes wide with horror.
“My body pillow,” he confirmed.
I cringed so hard I nearly folded into another plane of existence. “Ew, dude, why?!”
“I had no one else to talk to!” he hissed. “I couldn’t tell my mom I thought you were the great demon! I had to put it somewhere!”
“You vented your conspiracy theories to your waifu pillow?”
“It was therapeutic!” he argued, defensive. “And for the record, she was very supportive.”
I stared at him, unblinking. “You are what the anime industry fears.”
He didn’t even flinch. “If the pillow fits.”
And right as I was trying to mentally scrub that image from my soul, Larry turned to me with that look.
The one that never meant anything good.
The kind of mischievous, too-wide grin that made me instantly regret every decision that brought us to this moment.
“So…” he said, dragging the word out like he was about to summon chaos, “where am I crashing tonight? Your room?” He grinned like he hadn’t just made his mom think we were out here having a threesome with an anime body pillow—which, by the way, made us sound both illegal and pathetic.
I stared at him like he’d just sprouted wings and offered to spoon me.
“Hell. No.”
He laughed, looking way too pleased with himself.
Then, without missing a beat, Puriel raised her teacup and said, “His room is mine.”
Yuffy flipped her hair over her shoulder and added, “And mine. I bet Luna’s been there too. Might as well hang a ‘Royal Harem Only’ sign on the door.”
Larry’s brows shot up so high I thought they might escape his face. “You sleep with them?!”
I rubbed my eyes. “Yes. They’re part of my harem.”
“Four on one bed?!” he gasped, then broke into a grin so wide it could’ve cracked reality. “Man. That’s impressive. Like, statistically dangerous. I’d die. You’ve evolved.”
I glared. “It’s not always like that. Sometimes it’s just—ugh, never mind.”
He didn’t stop grinning. “Then... how about you sleep with me in the living room?”
I blinked. Hard.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah!” he beamed. “Boys’ party! We stay up, talk nonsense, eat garbage, maybe punch a ghost if it shows up. It’ll be awesome.”
Red barked excitedly from his spot near the window, his tail thumping against the floor like it had its own opinion. Larry gave him a thumbs up.
Celia, who had just sat back down with her tea, glanced at us and deadpanned, “You say that, but the only boys here are both of you.”
Shadow, lounging on the bookshelf like a villainous statue, flicked his tail. “I’m male, you know.”
Buni raised a paw from his cushion. “Me too.”
Rave cawed, “Me three!”
Red barked proudly. “I’m a good boy!”
Larry clapped like he was hosting a late-night talk show. “Perfect! All the girls can go do their elegant, magical beauty sleep or whatever—and we, the noble brotherhood of boys, will throw the most legendary living room party of all time!”
I facepalmed.
My pets looked thrilled.
Shadow rolled onto his back and stretched luxuriously, clearly onboard.
Red did a happy spin.
Buni was already gathering throw blankets like we were prepping for a sleepover war zone.
I exhaled. Loud.
But then again… Larry was safe. Alive. Here. He’d fought through hell and crawled out the other side with his heart intact, even if his humor had mutated further. If the guy wanted a dumb little living room sleepover to celebrate surviving, who was I to say no?
“Fine,” I said, trying not to smile. “I guess we do need to celebrate.”
Larry lit up. “YES.”
“But,” I added, holding up a finger like a teacher about to assign homework, “we need snacks.”
“All on you,” he said smugly, flopping onto the floor like a king claiming his domain. “And I want pepperoni pizza. No pineapple, no bell pepper, and extra cheese.”
I sighed. “High maintenance.”
“Royal palate.”
“You’re lucky I’m not summoning a food monster instead.”
“I’d fight it,” he said heroically. “With cheese.”
Celia groaned. “Please don’t set the living room on fire.”
I glanced around.
Everyone had already started rearranging pillows. Buni was fortifying the couch like it was a fortress. Red had claimed the rug as a personal kingdom. Even Shadow dragged a blanket over himself like a tiny dramatic cloak.
Yuffy yawned. “I’m gonna go meditate in the bathtub. Don’t disturb me unless someone dies.”
“I will hang around in your bedroom,” Puriel murmured, floating off like a lazy queen ghost.
Celia muttered something about noise curses and vanished with a blanket over her shoulder.
I grabbed my coat, shoved my phone in my pocket, and motioned to Miranda. “Alright. Pizza run. Don’t burn the place down while I’m gone.”
Larry gave me a two-finger salute from the floor. “Bring soda. Cola. Not that weird mango crap.”
I paused in front of the portal, looked back at the chaos—the swirling vortex of weird friends, demon pets, half-dressed blanket forts, and one idiot grinning at me like this was the best night of his life.
And yeah.
Maybe it was.
I huffed a soft laugh. “Alright, alright. I’m going. I’ll deliver Miranda back home, then stockpile junk food like we’re preparing for an apocalypse.”
“Bring napkins!” Larry called. “And forgiveness! Because I plan to spill things!”
I shook my head.
But I was smiling.