The Incubus System Chapter 1333. Game On!

The Incubus System Chapter 1333. Game On!

Puriel, lounging with her legs crossed like she was posing for a celestial lingerie ad, smirked and tilted her head. “You really shouldn’t tease him like that, Maria. He’s barely recovered from earlier.”

Maria’s fingers danced dangerously close to the edge of my waistband. “Oh, he’s recovered. I can feel it.”

“Don’t tempt me,” I muttered. “I’m hanging on by one thread.”

“Good,” Maria whispered, her voice sinful, her hand now firmly on my inner thigh. “Let’s cut it.”

I flinched. Not from fear. From anticipation. Because yeah, I wanted that. I wanted all of it. Her lips, Elenna’s body, Puriel’s tongue. I wanted to dissolve under them, to be devoured.

Then…

“C’mon guys!” Olivia’s voice cut through the heat like a splash of cold water. “We need more members for beach volley!”

I blinked.

The three girls surrounding me blinked.

Olivia stood there with her hands on her hips, her black sports bikini already dusted with sand. Her expression was pure no-nonsense tomboy coach energy. “You too, Ethan! Get up!”

I opened my mouth to protest.

She pointed at me. “Nope. Don’t care. You’ve been lounging there like a spoiled god for the past hour. Come move your legs. You need more workout.”

“I did,” I said, still half-drunk on lust. “Sex is considered a workout, right?”

“It doesn’t count!”

“Hey!” I frowned. “Some of those positions required core strength!”

She marched right over, snatched my wrist, and yanked.

I didn’t even resist.

Okay. I could have resisted. But something about her tone, that commanding voice, the wild sun-glow in her hair… it made me obey. Maybe it was the contrast. Maybe it was because the other girls were being too good at seducing me.

I needed the cold plunge.

Maria frowned. “But we were just getting started…”

Puriel raised her brows. “You’re interrupting divine worship, you know.”

Elenna blinked up at Olivia, her body still partly melted over my arm. “But he was enjoying it…”

“He’ll live,” Olivia said, already pulling me up. “You all had him for two days. He’s not a buffet.”

“He is to us,” Maria muttered, crossing her arms.

“I’ll give him back later.” Olivia winked at me. “Assuming he survives.”

I glanced down at my swim shorts. Still tented.

“Lil guy’s not happy about this,” I whispered.

“But the rest of you is,” Olivia shot back. “Now c’mon.”

So I ran.

Ran across the warm sand, half-laughing, half-horny, and very aware of three pairs of very frustrated eyes watching my retreating back.

And yeah, part of me was screaming ‘what are you doing?!’, but another part, deep, buried under all the incubus nonsense, was grinning.

Because sometimes?

Sometimes you just gotta play volleyball with a hot girl who looks like she’ll spike a ball into your face just to remind you she’s not part of the harem for free.

My lil brother? Oh, he sulked.

But me?

Nah.

I was having the time of my damn life.

“Okay, ground rules!” Olivia called, tossing the red and yellow beach ball in her hands like it was a sacred relic. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, a few strands clinging to her sweat-kissed cheek, eyes sharp with competitive fire.

“No demon strength!” she pointed at me first. “And definitely no telekinesis.”

I raised both hands. “Scout’s honor. Full mortal mode. My powers are on vacation too.”

“Good.” She turned to Ivy, who was currently stretching way too dramatically in a string bikini. “And that means no wing-powered jumps, no illusions, no charm aura.”

Ivy pouted, twisting her hips just enough to distract the rest of the court. “You’re no fun.”

“You’re too much fun. That’s the problem.”

Zalira moved forward next. “So we play by human rules?”

“Yes,” Emma said, already standing with one foot in the sand, both hands on her hips like a team mom. “We’re here to have fun. No powers. Just sun, sweat, and teamwork.”

Ruby leaned against the net post, sunglasses glinting, arms crossed. “What if someone accidentally seduces “the balls”?” She glanced at me on purpose.

“No seducing “the balls”,” Olivia barked.

I laughed. Loudly.

This was going to be chaos. But the fun kind.

We picked teams quickly. Olivia captained one side. I got roped into leading the other, despite still being slightly boneless from the earlier ‘honey incident.’

I rolled my shoulders. Fine. I could do this. No powers. No charm. No telekinesis. Just raw, old-school, sand-between-the-toes fun.

My team ended up being me, Emma, Ivy, Elenna and Mia

Olivia’s team was herself, Ruby, Yuffy, Tiffany, and Pearl, who kept smacking her own palm with the ball like it owed her money.

Diamond floated nearby as referee. Her voice echoed like she was born in water and thunder. “First to fifteen. Clean hits only. No magic. No whining.”

The whistle she used? I swear it was just a conch shell she screamed into. It worked, though.

“Game on!” Olivia shouted.

Emma served first. Her serve was soft, a lob that went high and dropped gently just past the net.

Tiffany squeaked and dove for it, catching it with her forearms and sending it up.

Ruby smirked, stepped in, and spiked it toward me like she wanted to murder my bloodline.

I yelped. Dove.

Sand hit my mouth. My chest smacked the ground.

But I got it. Barely. It wobbled up, and Ivy sprang into the air like a sexed-up ballerina and knocked it back over the net.

“Point!” Diamond bellowed. “One–zero.”

We cheered.

And yeah… we laughed. A lot.

Elenna bounced, literally. Every time she jumped, she rippled like a jelly trampoline. She shouted her own sound effects every time she hit the ball.

“HYAAA!”

“BOOM!”

“KABLAAM!”

I think she was high on sugar or sun or both.

Mia coiled her tail beneath her to leap, which the ref had to stop twice because it technically counted as enhanced jumping. She pouted, then wrapped her tail. But every time she hit the ball, she shouted, “FOR THE TEAM!” and giggled uncontrollably.

Emma played like a fairy general. Graceful. Efficient. Always in the right spot. Her feet barely disturbed the sand.

Ivy? Oh, Ivy flirted with the ball. She moaned when she hit it. Bit her lip when she passed it. At one point she whispered, “Good boy,” when the ball landed in-bounds. But yeah… her gaze landed on me. So… I bet she imagined that ball was my ball.

“Stop seducing the equipment,” I groaned, sweating and laughing at the same time. While my below started to harden as if it said, ‘You called, boss?’