The Incubus System Chapter 1307. I’m Food-motivated
The Incubus System Chapter 1307. I’m Food-motivated
Emma’s grin widened. “Kiss Ethan. Anywhere.”
The room held its breath.
I froze.
Ruby slowly stood. “Gladly.”
She sauntered over like a villainess in a romance visual novel. Everyone watched.
Elenna leaned forward, interested.
Puriel turned away, wings fluttering like she wanted to leave reality. Rave muttered, “SINNER!” from the corner.
Ruby stopped in front of me, smile turning sharp. “Anywhere?”
“PG-13,” I hissed.
Ruby’s smirk widened like a devil being told no for the first time.
She didn’t touch my lips.
Didn’t touch my cheek.
She bent down… slow, deliberate… her fingers trailing down my shirt until they brushed the edge of my waistband.
That teasing, feather-light graze.
That smug little gleam in her eyes.
Her lips curved. Wicked. “Maybe I should—”
“Ruby,” I warned, catching her wrist mid-descent. “I said PG-13! We have an audience here!”
She blinked once. Then tilted her head, eyes flicking toward the couch.
“Who? Him?” she said, pointing at Larry—who looked way too invested in the situation.
My so-called best friend was sitting forward, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, expression screaming ‘this is the best day of my life.’
He looked like a man watching a live pay-per-view harem meltdown.
All he was missing was popcorn.
“Yeah,” I said flatly. “Him. And kids.”
“Kids?” Ruby repeated, incredulous. “What do you—”
I pointed to the other end of the room.
My pets.
Every single one of them had somehow gathered to watch.
Red, my dog, tilted his head like he was judging my life choices.
Shadow, my cat, sat elegantly on the table, tail flicking, eyes gleaming pure amusement.
Rave, the raven, hopped closer and croaked, “DEGENERATE.”
Buni—my bunny—just stood up on his hind legs, ears twitching. “Adult, adult, big grown man!” he squeaked proudly.
“See?” I said. “Still a no.”
Ruby looked between me and my weirdly articulate zoo, sighed, and clicked her tongue.
“Fine.”
Then she leaned in again.
Soft. Deliberate.
Her lips pressed against my forehead.
The exact spot where my stress vein usually throbbed.
“There,” she whispered. “You’re overheating. I’ll let it slide this time.”
She smiled sweetly after that—too sweetly.
The kind of sweet that always, always meant trouble.
Larry raised his soda can in salute. “Best live show I’ve ever attended.”
“Shut up,” I muttered.
Shadow yawned. “He’s blushing.”
Rave laughed, wings flapping. “HE LIKES IT.”
Ruby winked. “He loved it.”
I did not confirm or deny that statement.
Mostly because I was too busy trying to breathe.
I was not.
Next spin.
Me.
Again.
“Truth or Dare?” Celia asked.
“…Truth.”
I wasn’t risking Dare. Not with Ruby still glowing like she just conquered a kingdom.
Celia tapped her chin. “What’s your favorite thing about living with us?”
Easy.
“…There’s always food to eat in the fridge, and I love your cooking.”
Dead silence.
Then Elenna threw a pillow at me.
“That’s it?!”
“I’m food-motivated!”
“Not even our company?” Emma whined.
“You guys ARE the fridge.”
Groans.
Ruby narrowed her eyes. “Pick Dare next time.”
I flipped her off. She blew a kiss.
Next spin.
Larry.
“Truth or Dare?” Olivia grinned.
Larry immediately squeaked, “Truth!”
“Do you think Ethan’s a virgin?”
“HEY—WHAT—”
Larry turned red. “I—I—don’t know! No? Maybe?”
“MAYBE? The answer is obvious, dumbass!” Ruby growled.
Larry screamed and buried his face in the beanbag.
“Leave my poor friend alone!” I said, laughing despite myself. “He’s fragile.”
“I’m fragile!” Larry agreed from the floor.
Next spin.
Me.
Again.
Even the bottle was against me.
“Dare,” I muttered before Ruby could call me out.
Ruby smiled like I just signed a marriage contract.
“I dare you to let Camila sit on your lap for one round.”
I stared.
Camila smiled like springtime and sin. “You heard her, sweetheart.”
She strutted over with that dangerous sway in her hips, looking every inch like a woman who’d set empires on fire just to get better lighting.
Then she slid onto my lap like she owned the deed to it.
Soft. Warm. Perfume like vanilla, melted sugar, and irreversible bad decisions.
I died. Again.
Inside. Outside. Spiritually. Sexually. Emotionally.
Celia threw another pillow. Missed.
The bottle kept spinning.
I didn’t even flinch anymore. I was numb. Not physically—no, physically I was very aware of all the limbs and stares and lap-landing dangers around me—but emotionally? Yeah. Dead inside. A husk. A willing sacrifice to the God of Chaos and Uno-Regret.
“Spin landed on Ethan,” Tiffany sing-songed. Again.
“That’s the fourth time in a row!” I protested, though weakly.
Ruby stretched like a smug cat. “Dare.”
I squinted. “Why am I always the one getting dared?”
“Because you’re the main course,” Diamond said sweetly.
“And dessert,” Pearl added, sliding her arms behind my shoulders with a slow, calculated ease.
“Don’t forget appetizer,” Camila whispered from my lap, still curled there like royalty on her throne.
Olivia clicked her tongue. “Buy one get one, remember?” She leaned in from my left, voice low, “Should I help? Mom’s hogging all the real estate.”
“Olivia—”
“You said PG-13,” she purred, pressing her chin against my shoulder, “This is barely PG.”
Ruby smirked. “And we’re just getting started.”
The air smelled like trouble. Literally. Someone’s perfume—probably Miranda—was something cinnamon-based and sinful. Foxy’s presence was felt more than seen, sitting proper near the fireplace, but her gaze was sharp like a blade waiting for an opening. Even Puriel, radiant and unbothered, was sipping her holy tea while watching with thinly veiled curiosity, her wings twitching every time someone got too close.
“Dare him to kiss you again,” Mia whispered to Ruby.
“No, no, no.” I raised a finger. “Hold on. We need new rules. Rules like—”
“Dare,” Ruby interrupted. “Let’s see…” She tapped her chin. “Remove your shirt.”
The room hummed. No one breathed.
I glanced around. “We have children present!” I repeated.
“Who?” Ruby asked innocently.
I pointed. “Them!”
Shadow the cat blinked slowly, unimpressed. “Oh, c’mon. We’re adults.”
“Emotionally ancient,” Rave the raven croaked.
“Big man!” Buni chirped, puffing his fluffy chest with pride. “Buni is big grown man!”
I flailed. “You’re a bunny!”
“Big Demon bunny,” he muttered.