The Incubus System Chapter 1305. Mass Abduction
The Incubus System Chapter 1305. Mass Abduction
It started with one car idling down the street—normal. Then a second. Then a third.
By the time the fourth and fifth rolled up with synchronized elegance like a Fast & Furious reunion, every hair on my neck stood up.
I froze mid-sip of cola, narrowed my eyes. “Okay… that’s fishy.”
Larry glanced up from where Red was curled on his lap. “You expecting a mafia visit?”
“I dunno, maybe,” I muttered, already standing. “Could be an ambush. Or the government. Or worse—fan club expansion pack.” Okay, that last one was a joke.
The doorbell rang.
I exhaled. Straightened my shirt. Tried to fix my hair and wipe off a few lipstick marks. Too late. I still looked like a well-fed gigolo with Uno battle wounds.
The bell rang again. Louder this time.
“…Alright,” I mumbled. “Let’s get this over with.”
I opened the door.
And immediately got smothered.
“ETHAN!”
“BABE!”
“You’re alive—thank god!”
“You idiot, do you know how worried we were?!”
Six women stormed me at once like they’d rehearsed this as a stage performance.
My face slammed directly into boobs. Multiple sets. Some floral-scented. Some vanilla. One smelled like ocean salt. Another one had the audacity to purr.
Arms everywhere. Hair in my mouth. Someone was crying. Someone was growling. My legs gave out and I hit the floor like a rug in a perfume commercial.
“Okayokayokay—I’m alive, holy—someone’s elbow is in my kidney!”
No one moved. They just held tighter.
This was not a hug. This was a mass abduction.
My pets peeked from behind the furniture, all silently judging. Even Shadow, my eternally unimpressed cat, looked scandalized.
Larry blinked from the living room, holding a slice of pizza mid-air.
“Bro,” he said slowly. “What the hell kind of soap opera are you living in?”
“Ethan…” Emma’s voice cracked. The softest, most painful whisper of the group. “I thought… I thought something happened to you.”
She clung to me, ears twitching, tears glistening in those damn ethereal elf eyes of hers.
Camila’s arm was around my shoulders next, protective and furious. “You made us worry sick!”
Mia slithered in behind them—yes, slithered. Her tail coiled gently around my ankle like a security rope. “We couldn’t sense you. Not even a whisper.”
Olivia punched my shoulder. “How dare you leave us again!”
“I was dying.”
She punched me again. “Bad excuse.”
Elenna was more composed. Kind of. “I sent six drones and four company operatives. They all returned empty. Do you know how humiliating that is?”
“…Very?”
“Yes. Very.”
“I was in the demon world,” I said, raising both hands in surrender. “Not this one. Different timezone.”
Two more came.
Pearl and Diamond entered with all the coordination of synchronized swimmers…and about eight extra limbs.
“ETHAN!” Pearl wailed.
“HOW DARE YOU!” Diamond yelled right after.
“You were gone!”
“You didn’t even tell us!”
“We thought you were dead!”
And before I could respond, tentacles.
All of them.
Long, cool, and surprisingly damp—they surged around me like I was being hugged by two overly affectionate sea monsters at once.
I was instantly immobilized—arms pinned, neck wrapped, body cocooned in smooth, shivering suction-cup chaos.
Camila raised an eyebrow. “Okay, that’s excessive.”
“I like it,” Mia muttered.
“Me too,” Ruby said, already taking another photo.
Pearl pouted, cheek pressed against mine, her hair tickling my ear. “We couldn’t even hear your heartbeat. You’re not allowed to disappear like that.”
Diamond nodded, still half-wrapping her tentacle around my waist. “You’re our love. If you die, we’ll pull you back with necromancy if we have to.”
“...That’s terrifying,” I whispered. “But thank you?”
And then—WHAM.
Miranda just dropped her purse and tackled me with a full-body hug, sandwiching me between human rage and kraken cling.
“I hate this!” she cried. “I hate worrying about you! You don’t even answer my telepathy!”
“I WAS IN ANOTHER DIMENSION!” I barked. “And somehow they block the connection again. It’s not my vault!”
Camila gripped my chin. “You could’ve left a voicemail. With your phone.”
“I DIDN’T HAVE SIGNAL!” Yeah, I started to curse that demonic hamster internally. He could convey the message better. Now, I was trapped in this chaos.
They didn’t care.
And that’s when I realized how bad I looked.
Lipstick marks all over my face.
Ruffled shirt.
UNO cards still stuck to my socks from earlier.
And eight extremely hot women crowding me on the porch like a harem intervention about to escalate into an orgy.
Then it hit me.
The sound.
Curtains.
Rustling.
I turned my head like a man sensing doom.
And yep.
Across the street, three houses had opened their curtains like it was Sunday Harem Mass, and they were the gossip choir.
Mrs. Juno from 42B squinted over her glasses, clutching her pearl necklace.
Mr. Rosenthal next her door straight up lowered his paper, stared, and didn’t even blink. Their teenage daughter leaned out the upstairs window and took a Snapchat video with her phone.
And the worst part?
I looked like the victim of a very confusing public ritual.
Face smeared in lipstick. Shirt nearly torn.
Tentacles wrapped around my hips.
A lamia tail coiled around my ankle like a pet leash.
And a bunch of bombshells crying, shouting, punching, and grabbing me in turns.
To them?
Yeah.
This looked like public harem slapdown.
Or an interdimensional sex cult flashmob.
I panicked.
Threw up both hands.
Voice cracking.
“I’M OKAY, GUYS!” I shouted toward the neighborhood. “NO NEED TO CALL THE POLICE! THEY’RE ALL MY GUESTS!”
…
That did not help.
Mrs. Juno gasped like she’d witnessed a war crime.
Mr. Rosenthal’s left eye twitched.
Someone across the street actually took out a pair of binoculars.
Ruby peeked from the hallway with a lazy smile. “Too late. The neighbors already think you’re a sex wizard.”
Larry, sipping his soda on the couch like he was watching cable, added. “They’re not wrong.”
Camila tried smoothing my collar. “You should’ve showered.”
Olivia wiped some of the lipstick off my face. “You look like a horny anime protagonist who lost the fight.”
“I wasn’t fighting!” I cried.