The Incubus System Chapter 1335. Sorry for Being a Commoner
The Incubus System Chapter 1335. Sorry for Being a Commoner
She arched one perfect brow, almost offended. “I’m a queen, Ethan. That doesn’t mean I’m unaware of what commoners do.”
I winced. “Oof. Sorry for being a commoner.”
Before she could reply, Maria grinned and chimed in, “Says the prince of the dark dimension.”
I held up a hand. “Hey, but I was raised as a commoner. Human. I ate fast food. I lived on microwaved meals and canned tuna, okay? And I still do.”
Celia, who’d just sat down with a juice pouch, perked up. “You also almost ate cat food once. You thought it was canned tuna. You opened it for a sandwich.”
“I—Hey! Stop exposing me! It was just accident” I groaned, sitting up straighter as my girls around me started chuckling. “We agreed not to talk about that!”
“Sorry not sorry,” Celia said sweetly, sticking her tongue out like she hadn’t just nuked my dignity in public.
Zalira clapped her hands once. “So? What now? We need two more people.”
“I can play again~” she said sweetly, eyes locking onto mine like a heat-seeking missile. “I haven’t even broken a sweat.”
I sighed, reached for the nearest bottle of cold isotonic drink, and chugged it like a man prepping for war. The citrus sting hit the back of my throat hard.
“Well,” I said, wiping my mouth. “I guess I’ll play again. I mean… I’ll win again, right?”
Too smug.
Way too smug.
Zalira smirked. “Don’t be too confident, Ethan~ I’m a queen. I know tactics more than you think.”
I gave her a slow, cocky smirk. “Bring it on.”
I stood and dusted sand from my back and thighs, walking toward the court again with the overconfidence of a protagonist from some trashy power fantasy anime where the MC survives nuclear explosions with just vibes, friendship powah and plot armor.
As I walked toward Celia, she met me with a determined grin. “Let’s do our best, okay?”
“Always,” I said, bumping her fist.
“If we don’t win…” she added with a sweet smile, “I’ll sacrifice you to the sea goddess.”
Diamond turned her head from where she was hovering nearby, playing referee again. “You mean me.”
Celia waved her off. “I said sea goddess. Not a kraken.”
Diamond muttered, “Disrespectful kid…”
Luna jogged up to us, adjusting her top with a slap of her tail on the sand. “C’mon guys, let’s concentrate. I’m not playing a losing game.”
Foxy handed me a towel and gave a nod of approval. “I shall record your win, Master. Or… your glorious downfall.”
“Gee, thanks,” I said, rolling my eyes.
The teams formed up.
My team: Me, Celia, Miranda, Diamond, and Foxy.
Opponent team: Zalira, Puriel, Camila, Ruby, and Luna.
It already felt like an anime episode about to start. The kind where the villain team has perfect uniforms, dramatic wind, and theme music, and we’re just the ragtag idiots who stumbled into the tournament because someone lied on the sign-up sheet.
Zalira’s team stood on the opposite side of the net, glowing like a promo poster for a luxury vacation-slash-world-domination package.
Zalira? Her bikini sparkled like royal armor.
Puriel looked like she was here to bless and smite.
Camila was the hot gym mom everyone wanted but couldn’t survive.
Ruby licked her lips and cracked her neck like she was going to seduce the air itself.
And Luna already had war paint under her eyes, made with smudged eyeliner, of course.
Meanwhile… my team?
Foxy was chasing a butterfly on the court.
Diamond was floating lazily, upside down, like this was nap time.
Celia had somehow fashioned a headband out of a towel and was pointing at Zalira’s team with righteous fury.
Miranda was reading the beach volleyball rules.
And me? I was standing in the middle, wondering what bad life choices brought me here.
“Are we ready?” Diamond asked, floating higher now. “Emotionally? Physically? Existentially?”
“No,” I said.
“Yes!” Celia shouted.
“Master, I have read the official volleyball rules,” Miranda offered. “I don’t really get it.”
“Just hit the ball across to the opponent’s net.”
She frowned.
“Let’s just… play,” I said, dragging my hand down my face.
Across the net, Ruby was twirling the ball like it was her lover. “Ready to lose, Ethan~?”
“I’m not losing to a team that looks like they just stepped out of a Vogue swimsuit special, thank you.”
“Oh?” Zalira tilted her head, arms crossed under her chest. “Because we came to rule, darling.”
“I came to vibe,” I muttered. “And maybe survive.”
Luna cracked her knuckles. “Let’s make this fun.”
Camila blew a kiss. “Let’s make this memorable.”
Puriel stretched her arms, voice calm and terrifying. “Let’s make this holy.”
Diamond whistled, then threw the ball in the air. “First to fifteen. Chaos encouraged. Let's go.”
“Wait what? Chaos—?” I started.
“Serve!” Diamond shouted.
The game began. With violence.
Ruby served first. Of course she did.
It was… elegant. Deceptively gentle.
And then the ball slammed straight into Foxy’s tail.
She yelped. “Unfair! That’s my best tail!”
“Which one?” Celia asked.
“All of them!”
The ball rolled back.
Miranda calmly picked it up, stepped forward, adjusted her stance like she was about to summon an ancient demon, and, surprisingly, served it with perfect posture.
So cool.
The ball went straight up. Like… directly vertical.
“Miranda?” I called, watching it hover over her head.
“Yes, My Lord?”
“You served it into the sky.”
“It will come down,” she replied confidently.
It did.
Right back onto our side.
Point for them.
Foxy clapped. “Yay! We scored!”
“No, baby,” Celia sighed. “They did.”
“Oh… boo!”
Zalira served next.
It was elegant. Precise.
Too precise.
The ball spun just out of Celia’s reach and landed an inch from her toes.
“Did you calculate that?” Celia shouted.
Zalira smiled. “I am a queen, darling. I calculate everything.”
“Did you calculate this?!” Celia screamed and hurled her towel-headband across the sand.
It missed.
Luna spiked next.
And it was a missile.
I dove.
It hit my back.
I groaned.
Celia shouted, “Get up, Ethan!”