November 1, 2025

The Incubus System Chapter 1314. A Rabbit Surrounded by Tigers

“Okay… Why is everyone here?” I asked.

My voice echoed slightly in the wide, polished wooden living room, still warm from the scent of dinner—garlic butter, grilled meat, and whatever kind of spicy stew Miranda cooked up while I was in the bath. The clock glowed red: 7:03 PM. The faint hum of the AC tried its best against the heat of so many women radiating mischief, lust, and enough chaotic feminine energy to make a battle-hardened demon lord shiver.

I was still damp. Black t-shirt. Gray shorts. Casual, harmless. But I felt like a rabbit surrounded by tigers.

Except the tigers were all mine.

All of them. Mia, Ruby, Diamond, Pearl, Zalira, Emma, Maria, Camila, Olivia, Ivy, Luna, Yuffy, Celia, Tiffany, Puriel, Miranda, Elenna…

All. My. Girls.

Except, yeah, the demonesses weren’t here. And Mrs. Clea—she was off doing demon hunter stuff. But honestly? Even without them? The room was a goddamn pressure cooker.

And I was the only guy.

Mia's tail coiled lazily near my ankle like a question mark. Ivy licked the rim of her glass of blood-red wine from the demon world. Yuffy just smirked, dark eyes glinting under the candlelight like she’d already won whatever game this was. Diamond leaned against the far sofa, arms crossed under those kraken-magic curves of hers. Pearl stood beside her.

Costumes?

Yeah. I saw a room filled of them.

This was going to be one of those nights.

“…You all planning to kill me?” I added, raising both brows.

“I mean…” Ruby tilted her head, her voice a slow burn. “That depends on how you behave.”

"Define behave," I muttered.

Emma giggled behind her hand. “He’s scared.”

"Not scared," I corrected, lifting a brow. "I’m just... worried. There’s a difference. I know I can survive you guys, technically. Physically. But emotionally? Spiritually?" I let out a dramatic exhale. "This is still intimidating. Like, I feel like I need to prepare myself. Mentally. Hydrate. Stretch. Maybe sign a waiver."

Ruby smirked. “Dry already?”

"Hell no," I said quickly. "I know it won’t be. But I can picture it. That’s the scary part. You ever see a man drained of all hope, pride, and electrolytes? That’s the image in my head right now."

I glanced around again.

Some of them were in cute, casual dresses like they’d just come back from brunch. Others were already half-dressed for… whatever twisted version of “Truth or Dare” this had mutated into.

Camila was lounging against the minibar, her white blouse only half-buttoned, sipping something citrusy—tequila, maybe—with a slice of lime between her fingers. Dangerous smile, bare collarbone, one leg crossed high and long like a siren pretending to be bored.

Miranda, in black shorts and a cropped tank top, looked like she’d bet money on who would make me fold first. Her eyes flicked to me every few seconds, like she was taking notes.

This wasn’t a game.

This was a tournament.

“I’m just saying,” I muttered, adjusting how I sat on the floor and grabbing a pillow like it would protect me. “Y’all better give me a medal after this. Or at least a protein shake.”

And then there was Puriel, perched on the armrest, her holy aura softly glowing around her. She didn’t even pretend to be surprised. Just nodded once. "This gathering has… high magical energy. I approve."

“I’m still human form right now,” I reminded them. “You sure you all wanna do this? At the same time?”

Pearl stepped forward, drawing all eyes. She held the pouch up like a magician about to reveal her next act. “This is going to be another version of our dirty play. Like in the hotel, remember? But simpler this time. Not a full-blown cosplay gala. Just themes. Easy stuff. Maid. Nurse. Bunny. That kind of thing. And now that we all know what you are...”

I blinked. “So I can go all out.”

She nodded. “Exactly.”

And yeah. She had a point.

They all knew now. I was no longer hiding the fact I’m an incubus. No longer pretending sex might kill me.

Now they knew sex didn’t drain me—it empowered me.

So… yeah. Fair.

“I guess this is the first time I’ve… faced all of you like this. As me. Not pretending.”

I exhaled.

I threw lies here and there for survival. Some of them hadn’t even met each other until now. And truth is… most of my days lately had been nothing but chaos—battle after battle, bleeding through one realm into another. Breaking seals. Getting sword. Fighting nightmares. Manipulating the higher-ups. Pretending I wasn’t dying inside when I read their plan to corrupt this world.

And yeah… I may have vanished for three days to the demon realm to do a whole lot of sex. Not because I was being reckless.

Okay, correction. Taking the sword was kinda reckless, but hey it was necessary.

The guilt wasn’t fake. Because they were right. I had been selfish with my time. Even if I was technically fighting to keep us all alive, all this time, all these battles… it didn’t erase the fact that I hadn’t given them what they wanted most.

“I missed this,” I admitted. “Missed all of you. Missed being human for a second.”

Maria chuckled darkly, her fingers toying with her dark priestess staff. “Then pay attention to us tonight. Body and soul.”

Ruby added, “And tongue.”

Camila raised her glass. “And hands.”

I raised both hands. “Okay, okay. I get it.”

I turned toward the room. “I’ll do whatever you request tonight. I surrender. Just—please—don’t forget the snacks and drinks. At least let me stay hydrated.”

Elenna waved a half-liquid arm. “I brought juice!”

Pearl dumped the pouch on the table.

Costumes spilled out. Lingerie. Stockings. Tails. Ears. Ribbons. Silk collars. A bunny tail plug.

Oh boy.

Celia picked it up with two fingers and squinted at it. “What’s this?”

Tiffany leaned in and whispered. Celia turned red.

“I hate you,” she muttered.

Tiffany grinned. “Love you too.”

I choked on air. “Hey—can we… tone down a bit? I mean, we have a few days here, right?”