The Incubus System Chapter 1328. Let The Arc Unfold
The Incubus System Chapter 1328. Let The Arc Unfold
I sighed, slumping back against the cushions. “You do know this is just a card game, right?”
“It’s not just a card game,” she huffed, voice full of righteous indignation and sexual tension. “It’s the experience.”
“She’s right,” Pearl said, deadpan. “Let the arc unfold.”
Foxy took a breath, squared her shoulders, then pointed at me. “Room fifteen,” she said, voice soft but proud. “I’ll be waiting for you. Five minutes.”
She spun on her heel and scampered off, her tails swaying like a parade float made of fluff and chaos.
I blinked.
Room fifteen.
I sat up slightly, looked around, then muttered, “I don’t even know where that is.”
Pearl, already prepared, casually handed me a folded piece of glossy paper. “Here. Villa map. You're here,” she tapped the living room. “Room fifteen’s down the hall, third door on the left past the sunroom.”
I unfolded the map and nodded slowly. “Right, cool.” I reached over, grabbed a tall glass of something blue and cold, and took a long sip.
Hydration was critical.
The others watched me with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
“So,” Olivia said, grinning, “what do you think she got?”
“I don’t know,” I said, wiping my mouth. “But judging by the look on her face, either she’s going to seduce me… or propose marriage while whipping me with her tails.”
“Maybe both,” Ruby teased, legs draped over the armrest of the chair like she owned the damn place.
“Probably,” I muttered, swirling the last bit of blue drink in my glass.
“Don’t die,” Emma added sweetly, leaning in to hand me a cool towel like she was prepping me for war.
I gave her a look.
She just smiled. Innocent. Way too innocent for someone who knew exactly how much chaos was going on in this villa.
“I’m immortal, remember?” I said, draping the towel around the back of my neck.
“Even demons need stamina,” Zalira purred from her corner, crossing one smooth leg over the other. The golden piercings on her thigh caught the light as she tilted her glass, wine sloshing lazily. “And hydration isn’t enough if you’re getting—how do you say it? Wrecked?”
“That’s not what they say,” Mia chimed in, curled beside her sister. “They say ‘getting folded.’”
I blinked. “I hate how accurate that is.”
“You love it,” Ivy whispered in my ear.
I hadn’t even heard her move. One second she was on the other side of the room, the next she was behind the couch, lips ghosting the shell of my ear and her breath hot on my neck. Her fingers slid into my hair, tugging gently as she exhaled against my skin.
“Mmm,” she murmured. “Still smells like sex.”
“That’s because I haven’t showered yet,” I muttered.
“Don’t,” Luna said, slinking up from the other side, her tail flicking as she dropped into my lap like it belonged to her. “You smell good like this. Musky. Alpha. Worn-in.”
“Oh dear,” I sighed, but I didn’t push her off. Her thighs were warm over mine, her hands already tracing my chest through the silk of my demon-forged shirt. I felt her nails even through the fabric—light, teasing pressure, not enough to cut, just enough to remind me she was a predator.
“You have four minutes,” Pearl reminded with a smile, laying another card deck down next to her. “Don’t get lost in the side quests.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but then Ruby appeared in front of me, her legs swinging over to straddle the armrest again. Close, too close. Her fingers gently tugging the towel from around my neck. She leaned in, eyes narrowed playfully, lips so close I could feel the electricity off them.
“You know,” she said, voice low, “we could help loosen you up more. You’re about to face Foxy’s acting debut. That’s practically a boss battle.”
Luna nodded, tail curling behind my back like a sash. “We can help you recover. Mentally. Emotionally.”
Ivy was still behind me, her lips now at the base of my neck, right where shoulder met collarbone. “Physically.”
I exhaled slowly. “I have three minutes left.”
“Two,” Pearl corrected without looking up.
“Great.”
Emma stepped closer then, eyes soft, but lips a little too pink to pretend she wasn’t thinking something spicy. Her fingers trailed over my shoulder as she passed behind me, her warmth pressing along my back like a silent promise.
“Just kiss him,” Diamond muttered to her sister with a smirk.
“We’re not interrupting Foxy’s big scene,” Pearl replied. “We’re just… hyping him.”
And that’s exactly what it felt like.
Hands, lips, breath.
Not rushed.
Not desperate.
Just… indulgent.
Luna shifted in my lap, her chest brushing mine through the thin layers of cloth as she tilted her face up. Her lips brushed mine, slow, teasing. Her tongue flicked out just enough to taste my bottom lip before she pulled back, eyes gleaming.
“I just want to remind you what you’re missing when you go in that room,” she whispered.
Ruby leaned in next, sliding her fingers along my jaw. “Or what you’ll want to come back to.”
Ivy’s hands moved down my shoulders, her touch hotter than fire and soft as sin.
“Or what you’ll never escape from,” she murmured with a grin.
“Is this support or sabotage?” I asked, voice ragged as they surrounded me.
Emma laughed. “A little of both.”
Mia slid in front of me, kissed my cheek gently, her tail curling around my wrist.
“For good luck,” she whispered.
Zalira raised her glass. “Now go, demon prince. She’s waiting. Don’t disappoint her.”
I stood slowly.
Adjusting myself.
Still hard.
Still cursed.
But smiling.
“Room fifteen,” I took one last sip from the nearest drink, handed it off to Miranda who bowed silently, and walked toward the hallway.
The heat of their hands still lingered on my body.
The scent of sex, perfume, and hellfire clung to my skin.
And somewhere in the distance, Foxy was waiting like a girl with a dream and possibly a leash.
I was not ready.
But damn if I wasn’t going.