The Incubus System Chapter 1329. Beach Day I

The Incubus System Chapter 1329. Beach Day I

(The complete R18 chapters will be released as exclusive TIS chapters. The title will be Beach Episode. The roles and the scenes will depend on your choices, and as usual, I’ll be using polls for them.)

It had been two days.

Two days of indulgence.

Two days of moaning and grinding and rolling around in sheets that probably needed to be burned at this point.

Two days of sticky skin, of sleep-deprived giggles, of limbs tangled like some kind of orgy-themed sculpture exhibit.

Two days of licking whipped cream off things that should not have whipped cream on them.

Two days of roleplay where I was everything from a naughty teacher to a helpless traveler to a very, very cooperative hostage.

And yeah.

I’d loved every damn second of it.

I mean, yeah, I was a Nephilim. Half angel, half demon. A paradox on legs. But I’d long since accepted the other half of me, the one with the horns and the heat and the hunger. I was incubus-coded if not full incubus, and after everything we’d been through lately, fighting, surviving betrayals, saving goddamn cities... I deserved this. I earned this. I demanded this.

A little stress relief in the form of heaven-splitting sex and soft thighs wrapped around my head was medically recommended.

But now?

Now was the third day. The sun was up. The villa was dead silent behind me, filled with the soft snoring and scattered, exhausted bodies of every girl who had, uh… enjoyed the last two days to the fullest.

Foxy had passed out mid-ride with a smug smile on her lips.

Ivy actually fell asleep on me.

Zalira looked like she’d been worshiped into another dimension.

Even Yuffy was curled around her pillow like a knocked-out dark elf kitten.

So yeah.

I let them sleep.

And I escaped.

Like a man on a mission. A beach mission.

My reward? Bread from the counter. Cold milk straight from the fridge. A paper towel napkin. No shirt. Just loose pajama pants and messy hair. And now?

Now I was floating in the sea like a jellyfish on vacation, arms splayed, face turned toward the sun, letting the waves bob me gently as the salt clung to my skin and the breeze tickled the tips of my hair.

It was quiet.

Peaceful.

Warm.

Almost human.

I sighed.

For a moment, I wasn’t Damian, walking sex bomb with a harem full of absurdly hot women.

For a moment, I was just Ethan.

Some guy.

A guy who used to eat cereal and play games on his laptop while pretending he didn’t care about the end of the world. A guy who never thought he’d end up in another realm with magic and monsters.

I exhaled.

Yeah. That guy.

That me.

The me who didn’t have a damn clue how the hell this happened.

Yup, life was weird.

I squinted at the sky, floated a little farther out, and smiled.

Then I frowned.

Because despite everything...despite being on a gorgeous private beach with crystal clear water and golden sand and palm trees gently swaying like a goddamn vacation postcard...not a single one of them had worn a bikini.

Not one.

Not a string.

Not a triangle.

Not even a tease.

Costumes? Sure.

Lingerie? Everywhere.

Emma wore that little lace thing that made her look like a forbidden fairy.

Ruby had strapped herself into what I can only describe as assassin lingerie.

Zalira wore gold chains and thigh-high silk like she was trying to seduce a king.

Luna brought cat-themed bondage.

And Foxy? That little tail harness set nearly gave me a heart attack.

But bikinis? The actual beach vibe? Nope.

They kept me inside.

For two whole days.

I didn’t even see the ocean until this morning.

They drained me like I was a juice box with unlimited stamina and no safe word.

Not that I minded.

Still… I pouted, floating on the gentle waves, arms stretched wide like a tragic anime protagonist.

“I demand bikinis,” I muttered to the clouds. “Respectfully.”

That’s when I heard it.

Footsteps.

Voices.

Chatter.

The sand shifted. The wood planks of the boardwalk creaked lightly.

Then...

“See? He is here!” Celia’s voice rang out, light and triumphant.

I cracked one eye open.

Yep. There they were.

Three of them.

Celia in shorts and a tank top, already carrying some kind of drink in a ridiculously fancy glass.

Olivia walking barefoot like the tomboy she was, arms crossed over a plain tee that hugged her chest way too perfectly.

And Emma, of course...wearing a breezy white robe over something that looked suspiciously too fancy for sleepwear.

“Oh my God,” Olivia said, stopping short. “He really does like the beach that much.”

I lifted one lazy arm and waved. “Hey~!”

Emma shaded her eyes with one hand and gave me that familiar soft smile. “I never thought you loved the sea so much.”

“It’s salty,” I said. “Like me!”

Celia laughed. “You’re not salty. You’re spoiled.”

“I’m allowed!” I shouted back.

Emma shook her head, then cupped her hands around her mouth. “Stay there! Don’t go anywhere!”

I blinked. “What?”

“Just wait, okay?” she added, turning quickly and pulling Celia and Olivia with her.

“Wait, what...? Hey! You guys are no fun!” I shouted. “Take a dip! It’s perfect out here!”

“Nope!” Olivia called, waving over her shoulder. “Not yet!”

“Not yet?” I muttered. “What does that even mean?”

I watched them disappear back into the villa like a trio of secret agents on a mission I wasn’t invited to.

I exhaled loudly. Slapped the water with both hands. Then floated again, pouting harder.

Seriously?

You build a damn villa on a beach, you wake up to paradise, and you don’t even dip a toe in the sea? What’s the point? Just to show off? Just to make me crave sun-kissed thighs and bikini strings that might snap at any moment?

I groaned and kicked lazily, drifting in a slow circle.

I should have brought another piece of bread.

Or a drink.

Or a girl.

Preferably all three.

Instead, I was just… floating.

Alone.

With blue sky and the taste of salt on my lips.

And a suspiciously silent villa.

Which probably meant something was being plotted.

Again.