The Incubus System Chapter 1331. Beach Day III

The Incubus System Chapter 1331. Beach Day III

“Uh…” I blinked. “What… is happening?”

“A treat,” Emma said, taking my hand. Her fingers were warm. Gentle. “For you.”

“Don’t resist,” Ivy whispered in my ear.

They led me, half-dragged me, to the beach lounge. I flopped into the cushions like I was the exhausted king of summer. Immediately, Pearl put a cold drink in my hand. Luna sat beside me. Ruby draped herself on the backrest. Foxy curled at my feet. Maria crouched beside me like a panther guarding her mate.

Emma handed me a slice of watermelon. I blinked at it. Then at her.

She smiled. “Eat. You’ll need your strength.”

“Oh my god,” I muttered.

Tiffany leaned forward and tilted her head. “Why do you keep looking at the sea?”

I looked up at her. Her chest. Her lips. Her whole goddamn everything.

Then back at the ocean.

“I wonder if I fell asleep while floating,” I said honestly. “And this is just a dream.”

Tiffany giggled and cupped my chin. “Then never wake up.”

Pearl whispered, “Yeah. Stay. Let us spoil you.”

Zalira raised her glass. “Don’t worry about it.”

Luna fed me a grape.

Ruby kissed my cheek.

Ivy pulled my legs into her lap and started massaging my calves.

“Tense,” she purred. “Too tense. Let us fix that.”

And damn, she wasn’t wrong.

Her hands were magic. Hot. Gentle. Intentional. Her thumbs worked slow circles into the muscle just above my ankle, and it made me exhale. Not a sigh, not quite a moan, but that middle-ground sound where your body goes slack for a second and your brain forgets you’re supposed to pretend to have dignity.

The sun beamed gently through the massive umbrella above me. The ocean breeze licked at my damp chest. Every now and then, someone slipped a piece of fruit into my mouth or offered me a sip of something cold and spiked. I felt like a man who owned the world. Like this was my reward for surviving hell.

Because yeah, that’s what the last few months had been. Chaos. Blood. Betrayals. Secret cults. Demonic raids. Every time I closed my eyes, there was another explosion waiting to greet me.

But now?

Now there were only thighs. And sunlight. And girls in bikinis acting like they were born to seduce me on a private beach.

Olivia jogged past holding a bright red beach ball. “I brought the beach ball!” she shouted like a champion, grinning with that confidence that made her hips sway a little too much.

Emma followed close behind, holding a massive float and a stack of smaller ones under her arm. “And some swimming floats!”

Mia slithered up after them, curling her tail like a ribbon as she waved a sparkly inflatable above her head. “I brought the unicorn one~!”

Camila, of course, strolled behind them with her sunglasses on and a towel slung over her shoulder. She gave Mia a gentle pat on the shoulder as she passed. “That won’t fit. Not even for your tail.”

Pearl and Diamond were already in the sea, thrashing around like they’d been born there. Which, yeah… technically they kinda were.

“Just swim already!” Pearl shouted, diving under and disappearing like a silver bullet.

Diamond smirked, then slapped a huge splash of water toward her sister’s face.

“Hey!” Pearl squealed, emerging and flinging water right back. “Rude!”

I watched them. Watched them all.

Running. Laughing. Shouting. The wind whipping their hair. The sun bouncing off their damp skin. Bikinis tight and glistening. Smiles wide. Eyes bright.

Boobs bouncing.

Hips swaying.

Voices like music in the breeze.

This… this right here was the scene. The exact fantasy that lived rent-free in the back of my mind every time someone said “beach day.”

I leaned back on the lounge, propping myself up on my elbows, and muttered to no one in particular, “I live for moments like this…”

I must’ve been grinning like an idiot because I heard a giggle.

Then a whisper.

“Uh, Master…”

Foxy.

Her voice drifted to me like a naughty breeze.

“Your… below is hard.”

My brain blue-screened.

“No!” I said way too fast. I dropped one hand over my lap like that would hide anything. “You see the wrong thing!”

She tilted her head innocently. “Really~?”

I glanced down.

Yeah.

There was no seeing wrong thing here. It was obvious. The swim shorts were not hiding a damn thing.

“It's the wind!” I blurted. “The cold. The ocean. It’s… residual tension from the leg massage!”

Puriel’s voice came like velvet dipped in sarcasm. “Oh~? So even after two days, your perverted mind still couldn’t stop, huh?”

I sat up straight. “No! Of course not! I mean—I’m not horny. Not now. I’m just enjoying the view! Respectfully!”

“Really~?” Puriel drawled, walking up slowly with that holy elegance that never quite matched the wicked curve of her smile. Her white bikini clung like a second skin, translucent when wet, and it was very wet.

She stood beside me, one hand on her hip, the other reaching down with a grape pinched between her fingers.

“Open,” she said.

I blinked. “What?”

“Your mouth,” she clarified, smiling like a lioness who knew the meat was already marinated. “You look thirsty.”

“I—”

She popped the grape into my mouth before I could answer. Her fingers brushed my lips. A little too long. A little too warm.

And then she did it again.

Another grape.

Another slow touch.

Then her hand cupped my jaw gently.

“Still not horny?” she asked, tone sweet and oh-so-sinful.

I didn’t answer.

Mostly because my mouth was full.

Also because Maria knelt beside me next. Quiet. Dangerous. Wearing nothing but black wraps and shadows that hugged her curves like they were summoned from sin itself.

Her nails traced down my shoulder.

She held a piece of mango on a silver fork and whispered, “Say ah~”

I swallowed hard.

But I opened.

Because of course I did.

The mango was cool. Sweet. Juicy. But I barely tasted it because the moment I chewed, her lips brushed my ear.

“Your Highness,” she whispered. “Do you want something stronger?”

Her voice was low. Too low. Sultry.