The Incubus System Chapter 1336. Sexy Overlords
The Incubus System Chapter 1336. Sexy Overlords
“I think I tasted another life,” I muttered into the sand.
“We’re behind!” she snapped.
“We started behind!”
Diamond announced. “Three to zero.”
We regrouped. Kind of.
Celia served next. It was powerful. It screamed determination.
Ruby slapped it back casually, her chest bouncing just enough to make me blink.
“Eyes on the ball!” Celia yelled at me.
“I was! It bounced!”
The ball landed again.
Puriel muttered, “Blessed.”
“Stop blessing the game!” I shouted.
Camila winked. “Would it help if I wore tighter shorts?”
“YES— I mean NO!”
We kept playing.
Somehow we rallied.
Diamond blocked Ruby.
Celia dove like an anime heroine.
Foxy somehow headbutted the ball.
Miranda started calculating wind resistance.
And me?
I sweated. I grunted. I dodged tail-slaps and divine commentary.
We got a point.
Then another.
Then somehow… another.
“Four–three!” Diamond announced.
And we were back in it.
Celia spun toward me, pointed with all the force of a battle commander. “Don’t you dare screw this up, Ethan!”
“I wasn’t planning to!”
“You better win!”
“I’m always winning!”
Foxy smacked my butt. “Let’s go, Master~!”
I charged to the net, heart pounding, sun in my eyes, and shouted, “WE’RE NOT LOSING TO A BUNCH OF SEXY OVERLORDS!”
Zalira smirked from across the net. “You already are.”
“Then I’m rewriting the script!”
This was living.
Sand underfoot, sun on my skin, teammates at my side, and the thrill of competition in my blood. Sure, it wasn’t a life-or-death boss fight or a dungeon crawl through the Shadow Abyss, but beach volleyball? With these girls? Felt just as dangerous.
And right now?
We were winning.
Somehow.
Miranda had developed this weird, analytical style of play where she served like she was running a calculation midair.
Celia? A short-stack fireball of energy, swearing vengeance on anyone who dared score on us.
Foxy, our wildcard, who accidentally bumped the ball with her butt once and made it look like a pro move.
Diamond? Floating powerfully at the net, tentacle reflexes on point. And me?
Well. I was trying not to look directly at Ruby’s cleavage every time she blocked.
Still. Score was 10–6. In our favor.
I may have flexed a little too confidently after the last spike.
“Another point for our squad,” I said, brushing my hair back with the smugness of a main character with six arcane bloodlines and plot armor thicker than steel.
Celia pointed at me, eyes narrow. “Don’t get cocky.”
“I’m not cocky,” I said. “I’m… narratively confident.”
Diamond muttered, “Your narrative better hold, Prince Incubus.”
We reset.
The other team gathered. Zalira straightened. She looked way too calm. Like the kind of calm that came before an anime villain unveiled their final form.
Puriel dusted sand from her shoulder and said with unsettling composure, “We need to change our tactic. I refuse to lose like this.”
Zalira nodded, her expression sharpening. “Agreed. I don’t plan to lose.”
Then she clapped her hands once.
“Special plan,” she said. “Girls.”
I blinked. “Wait. Special what?”
And then it happened.
As if rehearsed.
All five of them. Zalira, Puriel, Camila, Ruby, and Luna reached behind their backs, untied their bikini tops, and let them slide off with synchronized, smug grace.
My jaw didn’t drop.
It slammed into the sand like a dropped watermelon.
Celia screamed, “That’s cheating!”
Miranda, beside me, squinted like she was analyzing a spell. “Yes. Good tactic. Effective.”
Foxy waved her hand in front of my face. “Master’s brain just short-circuited.”
I couldn’t speak.
Not because I was shocked.
But because my soul had quietly left my body and was doing somersaults in heaven.
Zalira didn’t flinch. She stood with regal posture, bare-chested, arms folded under… her newly un-armored assets. “Now. Shall we continue?”
Ruby winked and did a bounce just for me. “Having trouble concentrating, Ethan~?”
Camila smiled sweetly, cleavage out, hand on her hip. “It’s just volleyball, dear. Don’t be shy.”
Puriel didn’t even blush. She just stood like some kind of divine nudist. “We have committed. We must not lose.”
Luna was licking a popsicle. She wasn’t even holding it right. That was not how you eat a popsicle.
I looked down.
My lil soldier?
Already up.
As if it was standing at attention and saluting.
‘Sir, is it our battle? We’re ready, sir!’
“No!” I hissed at myself. “Down, boy! Focus!”
Celia whirled on me. “You see what they’re doing?!”
“I see everything!” I said, eyes wide like I had just unlocked divine sight.
Diamond tilted her head. “If this is how they’re playing… maybe we should go topless too.”
Celia rounded on her. “That’s useless! Ethan is on our team! That’ll just make it worse!”
Diamond shrugged. “Then we fight fire with fire.”
“No, no, no.” I stepped forward, clutching the ball like it was my last remaining source of sanity. “We don’t need to stoop to—”
Ruby bent over in front of me.
I forgot what I was saying.
Celia growled. “See?! See?!”
I grit my teeth. Sweat poured down my face. My brain was running in the first computer OS mode. I was glitching.
“I won’t lose…” I muttered. “I won’t lose… to a bunch of boobies.” But my eyes? Yeah, I looked at them. No, I was literary stared at them!
Foxy tilted her head. “You’re looking at each one of them, Master.”
“Don’t judge me. I’m a normal, healthy 19-year-old male! And an incubus! There’s no way I wouldn’t be horny!”
Miranda muttered, “Perhaps we should revise our strategy. Less Ethan-focused plays.”
Celia pointed at the topless queens across the net. “We have to win. We must win. We’re playing against unfair fanservice.”
“I don’t think it’s unfair,” I said weakly.
“I swear to God,” Celia snapped, “If you lose us this game because you’re too busy staring at Luna’s bouncing popsicle—”
“She’s doing that on purpose!”
“She’s not even eating it anymore! She’s just… licking the air!”
“I KNOW!!”
Zalira smirked. “Ball, please?”
Diamond threw it up.
The next serve began.
And I was not ready.