The Incubus System Chapter 1334. MVP!

The Incubus System Chapter 1334. MVP!

I glared downward. A full-on stare. The kind you give a pet that just peed on the carpet. ‘No,’ I mouthed. ‘Down, boy. You already had your own party. For two days.’

Did he listen? Of course not. He twitched like a smug little bastard, proud of himself.

And in that moment of negligence, while I was mentally negotiating with my d*ck, Olivia’s team struck.

Hard.

A perfect spike.

Straight at me.

The ball slammed into my chest, bounced off my face, and ricocheted into the sea like a meteor making its great escape.

I stood there, wobbling slightly.

My face?

Red.

From embarrassment and heat.

“Sorry!” Olivia called, definitely not sorry.

“You did that on purpose!” I shouted, wiping sand off my lips.

“Prove it!” she yelled back with the glee of a war general who just obliterated an enemy bunker.

And yeah, my pride? It swam out with the ball.

My erection? It saluted, aborted the mission, and disappeared faster than my underwear in front of Ruby.

“Damn…” I muttered, rubbing my jaw. “That hurt.”

“You’ll live!” Ruby chirped from the other side, tugging at her bikini strap, letting one side fall off her shoulder before adjusting it slowly, deliberately, while walking toward her team’s corner.

I blinked.

And missed the next serve.

Entirely.

“Oops,” I said as the ball bounced off my shin.

“I swear she’s cheating,” I whispered to Emma beside me.

“She’s implied cheating,” Emma replied calmly, setting her hands and preparing to receive. “Still legal.”

“Barely.”

Yuffy didn’t talk. She let her performance speak. And it screamed.

She blocked me. Again.

Twice in a row.

Both times, she landed like a shadow ninja and muttered just loud enough for me to hear, “Weak.”

I gawked. “Okay, that’s personal.”

She just raised one eyebrow. No smile. No expression. Just pure judgment.

Tiffany, meanwhile, bounced around like a cotton candy grenade with legs.

“Let’s goooo!” she squealed, slapping Ruby’s butt for good luck. “Slay them! Volley queens unite! You got this, bestie!”

Ivy made eye contact with me and whispered, “I want him to slap me next…” Again, her eyes locked between my legs.

“Please focus,” I said, dragging a hand down my face.

The match kept going. My team was loud. Joyful. We weren’t the most coordinated but damn if we weren’t enthusiastic.

Elenna shouted every time she hit the ball, phrases like, “Power beam engage!” or “Slime Slam Attack!” that made no sense but somehow boosted morale.

Mia spun her tail, which we had to remind her was technically a power. She pouted and muttered, “It’s just tail momentum…”

Emma moved like grace itself. Her hair bounced. Her smile stayed soft, even as she sweat. “We’re doing well,” she said, catching the ball mid-air with practiced form and setting it perfectly.

“You mean we’re not losing,” I replied, wiping sweat from my chin.

“We’re winning,” she insisted.

And she was right.

Somehow.

Score was 13–11.

And we were up.

Olivia narrowed her eyes across the net. Her focus? Murderous. Calculated. Like she was preparing to avenge something. Probably the fact that I’d laughed when she tripped earlier.

She served.

Like a cannon.

It flew at me.

I planted my feet, heart thumping, and caught it with my forearms.

“Nice save!” Ivy shouted.

Emma moved. Bumped it.

Ivy set it.

Mia lunged.

And BAM!

Tail spike.

Clean. Brutal. Gorgeous.

The ball landed.

Point.

“Fourteen!” Diamond called, hovering just above the net like a judge from a sea god’s courtroom.

One point away.

I bent forward, hands on my knees, breath coming out hot and thick. My whole body was slick with sweat. Sand clung to my arms. My back ached. My thighs burned. And I was smiling like a man who forgot he was built for lust and war and not silly mortal sports.

But I loved this.

I really did.

Next serve.

Mine.

I stood tall. Tossed the ball up.

Let it hang in the air just long enough to feel the weight of the moment.

Jumped.

Smacked it.

The sound cracked like a whip.

The ball soared.

Olivia leapt.

Missed.

It hit the sand.

Point.

Match.

“WE WIN!” Ivy screamed like she’d just ascended into volleyball heaven.

And then I was tackled.

Elenna hit me like a slime-filled rocket. “WE DID IT!” she cried, limbs everywhere.

Ivy leapt on my back. “MVP! MVP! Or should I say… MDVP—Most Delicious Vibe Provider!”

“Stop inventing awards!” I gasped.

Mia wrapped around us, tail and arms and all. “Best. Game. Ever.”

Emma knelt beside me, hair damp, face flushed, that gentle smile that never failed to reset my soul. “We won,” she whispered.

“Holy crap,” I panted, pinned under love and chaos. “That was amazing.”

“See?” Olivia called out, jogging over with her team. Despite losing, she looked smug. “Told you. Better than just lounging.”

“Barely,” I wheezed, arms splayed in the sand.

Ruby leaned over me, upside down from my angle, her grin wicked. “More than sex?”

“Different muscles,” I muttered. “Very different muscles.”

Olivia tossed a towel onto my face. “Rest up. Rematch later.”

I laughed under the towel, chest rising and falling like a calm tide. My whole body hummed. Not from magic. Not from arousal. Just… real joy.

As my heart slowed, and my team laughed around me, I let my hand drift to the warm sand beside me. Grainy. Soft. Real.

Yeah.

This…

This was living.

My skin was sticky with sweat and sun, my legs heavy, but my grin? Still there. My muscles ached in the best way possible. Ivy was still draped across my shoulder like a lazy cat in heat, and Mia was coiling her tail around Emma’s leg like they were already plotting a celebratory round two of something way less innocent than volleyball.

And then…

“Hey,” came a calm, regal voice. “We lack players. We need two more.”

I peeked out from under the towel.

Zalira.

Standing tall in her gold-trimmed bikini, her hands on her hips, eyes cool and amused.

I blinked. “Zalira… you can play beach volleyball?”