The Incubus System Chapter 1308. Dare
The Incubus System Chapter 1308. Dare
I groaned, pulling at my shirt collar. “Fine. But only the shirt.”
I tugged it off, earning gasps from half the room and a little applause from Miranda, who was absolutely not trying to hide her phone camera.
“Dare complete,” I grumbled.
Larry had retreated to the safety of the snack table, a paper towel jammed into one nostril.
“I should’ve brought ‘Nana-chan’,” he mumbled through the blood. “She would’ve loved this…”
“You mean your body pillow?” I asked, deadpan.
He nodded with solemn pride. “She deserves a front-row seat.”
The bottle spun again.
“Ethan!” Tiffany cheered.
I threw my hands up. “This game is rigged!”
“It’s fate,” Celia said calmly, placing her palm on my back with a little too much tenderness for a sister. “Now. Truth or Dare.”
I hesitated. My instincts screamed one thing: Danger. But so did literally everyone else in this room.
“Truth,” I finally said.
Groans echoed from every side.
Ruby clutched her chest. “Oh, c’mon!”
“I value my life,” I shot back. “And my pants.”
Celia smiled faintly. “Okay then. Truth: which one of us do you think is the most dangerous?”
The room went still. Again.
Eyes locked on me.
All of them.
“I—I’m not answering that,” I said. Well, based on power… Puriel was the most dangerous one. But based on insanity… Ruby. 100% Ruby. But for other things… they were all dangerous in their own ways.
“You picked Truth,” Diamond said.
“You have to answer,” Olivia added.
“I plead the fifth,” I repeated quickly, raising both hands like I was dodging a lawsuit.
“Nope,” Ruby said.
“No loopholes,” Tiffany added.
“Absolutely not,” Pearl chimed in.
Emma, silent this whole time, finally looked up. Her voice was soft—but unshakably firm.
“Answer sincerely.”
And just like that, the room got colder. Or maybe hotter. I couldn’t tell anymore. All I knew was that a dozen women were staring at me like I just became the next target in a dating sim with blood pressure mechanics.
I exhaled. “Okay. Most dangerous?”
I pointed at Ruby. “You.”
She smiled wide. “Correct.”
I pointed at Emma. “Also, you. Since you can… calm me down.”
“Aw, sweetheart,” she cooed.
“And Celia—because genetics.”
“Damn right,” she muttered, stealing a chip from my plate.
“Pearl is the smartest one. So yeah, she is also dangerous.”
Pearl just nodded once.
“And Camila could kill me with her boobs while pampering me.”
Camila blinked. “...That’s a good idea.”
“See?” I looked at Larry. “This is my life.”
Larry had slumped sideways on the beanbag, eyes glazed, one hand holding a juice box like it was a lifeline. “This is better than cable.”
The bottle spun.
Me again.
I exhaled.
Pearl clapped. “Ooh! My turn.”
I squinted. “Truth.”
Pearl pouted. “Ugh, boring. Fine. Truth: which body part of mine do you think is best?”
Diamond covered her smile. “Subtle, sister.”
I swallowed. Hard. “I plead the—”
“You already used that,” Emma said.
“Your… eyes?” I tried.
Pearl leaned forward. “Liar.”
“Your… tentacle grip strength?”
The room howled.
Camila whispered, “Weak answer, darling.”
“Yeah,” Olivia muttered, sipping soda.
Ruby threw a pillow at me.
Buni clapped like a drum. “Tentacle! Tentacle!”
“Can we please have a round not involving my dignity being destroyed?” I begged.
The bottle spun.
Guess who.
“OH COME ON—”
“DARE,” Miranda said, eyes gleaming. “Let me draw a heart on your chest. With lipstick.”
I froze.
Foxy raised a hand. “Is it infernal lipstick? I heard Maria gave you one last time.”
“No, human,” Miranda said.
“Acceptable.”
I blinked at her. “Wait, you get a say?”
“I manage your safety,” Foxy replied.
“I feel so protected,” I deadpanned.
Miranda straddled my lap without hesitation, popped open her purse, and pulled out a crimson lipstick that looked like it cost more than this house bills. She drew the heart slowly. Boldly.
The tip trailed over my chest, right above my sternum.
Soft.
Warm.
Deliberate.
“There,” she said, sealing it with a kiss mark in the center. “My signature.”
Ruby huffed. “I did it first.”
“And I did it better,” Miranda whispered.
Ruby growled.
I flinched.
The room began vibrating with territorial tension.
Larry slowly crawled under the table.
I gave up. “You know what? I’ll just be a couch now. Let the winner claim me like a throne.”
Diamond and Pearl looked at each other.
Olivia cracked her knuckles.
And Celia muttered, “He’s lucky I love him.”
Shadow, perched on the armrest, spoke with eerie calm. “This is going to get violent.”
Rave cackled. “Fight! Fight!”
The bottle spun again.
“Ethan!” they all shouted in unison.
Larry peeked out from under the table, nose bleeding again. “My man. You need a priest. And a lawyer. And a neck brace.”
And me?
I just laid back, shirtless, lipstick-marked, surrounded by the women with far too much interest in Truth or Dare.
This wasn’t a game.
This was an ambush in sexy disguise.
And somehow…
Yeah.
I didn’t hate it.
But I had to draw a line somewhere before I got eaten alive—metaphorically or otherwise.
“You know…” I began, wiping a smear of gloss off my chest, “my house isn’t exactly suitable for this kinda psychological warfare.”
They all tilted their heads in unison like synchronized seductresses.
“I mean seriously, have mercy on me. I’m just a guy. A normal, fragile, clearly-outnumbered guy with no backup and an even more fragile heart.”
Yeah, they all cringed in disagreement.
Camila raised a brow, smug. “Heart?”
“I meant ego,” I corrected. “Which you all keep stomping on in six-inch heels.”
Tiffany leaned in, voice honeyed and deadly. “So you’re saying you want to escape?”
I nodded solemnly. “I’m saying… Can we move this elsewhere before you destroy me in front of him?”
Everyone followed my glance to Larry. And I still had shreds of dignity.
“Like to your room?” Celia asked innocently.
Camila perked up immediately. “I have a beach villa. Private beach. No neighbors. Excellent place for us.”