The Incubus System Chapter 1337. Topless Beach Ball
The Incubus System Chapter 1337. Topless Beach Ball
Yeah… it was painful…
I swear it was a painful game.
Not because of the sun. Not the heat. Not even the sand jamming up places sand had no business being.
No. It was painful because I was trying to play serious volleyball. Emphasis on trying. While five topless, bouncing, gorgeous war goddesses were shaking the very foundation of my sanity. And every time I tried to focus on the ball, my eyes darted to ‘their bouncy balls’. Not volleyballs. The other ones. The jiggly ones.
Every bounce, every spike, every dive was a live-action hentai episode filmed in 4K slow motion with surround sound boob physics.
And that would’ve been fine, if I wasn’t a nineteen-year-old incubus with the libido of a demonic stallion and a body designed by sin itself.
The problem?
My brain was fried.
My little soldier?
Yeah. Fully saluting. Again.
And my actual balls? The ones between my legs? Were in danger.
Because guess what happens when you’re hard and trying to dive to block a spike? Yeah. Gravity attacks your dignity. The bounce? The impact? It. Hurts.
“Goddamn it,” I muttered, clutching my hips and gasping after a serve rebounded straight into my lower stomach. “This is volleyball hell.”
“You okay, Master?” Foxy asked sweetly, tails swishing beside me. “You look… tense.”
“Tense? I’m one bounce away from testicular trauma,” I hissed. “I can’t concentrate! Every time Ruby spikes, her boobs bounce like they’ve got their own physics engine!”
Ruby smirked from across the court and gave me a wave. Not with her hand. No. She bounced. Intentionally.
Camila bent over to pick up the ball, and with no top to even pretend she was playing fair, her bikini bottoms rode up so high I think I saw God.
Luna was licking that goddamn popsicle again. With eye contact.
And Puriel? Oh, Puriel just stood there, topless, like some kind of divine sculpture of judgment and tits.
“I’m going to die,” I whispered.
“You’re doing fine!” Miranda said cheerfully. “Except for the fact that you’ve let the last four serves fly right past you.”
“I’m aware!”
Celia, arms crossed under her chest, looked like she was about to combust. “We’re losing! And we were winning before! What the hell happened?!”
I pointed toward the topless queens. “That happened!”
“Oh, c’mon. You saw them naked before!”
“Yes! But you try being nineteen, surrounded by busty queen, angel, and sexy mom, and see how focused you stay!”
Celia groaned. “You’re the worst protagonist ever.”
“Tell that to my d*ck. He thinks this is his arc.”
“I swear to—”
“Wait.” I suddenly paused. My hand went up. “I have an idea.”
Everyone froze.
Celia narrowed her eyes. “I don’t like that tone. That’s your ‘I’m about to say something stupid’ voice.”
“I need clothes.”
“What?”
“Something to block my sight. Like a blindfold.”
“…Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“You wanna do BDSM now? In the middle of a volleyball match?”
“No! I mean—ugh! I just need to not see their boobs!”
And that was when I saw it.
Zalira’s bikini top, lying forgotten in the sand like a fallen war banner. Regal. Untouched. Shimmering in the sun.
I smirked and raised my hand. My telekinesis flared. The air shimmered. The bikini top floated.
Zalira’s eyes narrowed. “That belongs to a queen.”
“I know. That’s why it’s perfect.”
I caught the top with a flourish, grinned like a lunatic, and tied it around my head like a blindfold.
Yeah. A lamia-queen bikini top. Over my eyes.
Celia groaned so hard I think her soul left her body. “You look like a perverted ninja turtle.”
Zalira’s voice cut in, cool and clipped. “Ethan. Explain yourself.”
I adjusted the fabric. “I can’t see your boobs now.”
There was a collective pause.
Ruby burst out laughing.
Camila blinked. “That’s actually kind of clever.”
“I’m blind,” I said calmly, walking back to my position like I wasn’t wearing a sentient distraction device tied around my head. “But I’m not helpless. I’m a demon. An incubus. I can feel everything.”
Puriel crossed her arms, her tone unreadable. “How exactly is that better?”
“My senses are enhanced. Even blind, I can sense the ball. The movement. The heat. The pressure shifts in the air. The impact of footsteps in the sand. The whispers of movement through mana traces. I can see without seeing.”
Luna muttered, “Sexy monologue.”
“Thanks.”
“Not a compliment.”
“I’ll take it anyway.”
Diamond cleared her throat. “Alright. Team. Are we ready?”
“We were never ready,” Celia muttered.
“LET’S DO THIS!” Miranda shouted.
The next serve hit.
Everything was… different.
I couldn’t see anything. But I felt it.
The ball coming. Fast.
Wind curled.
Magic tingled.
I pivoted.
-Thwack!
My arms blocked the ball.
“WOO!” Emma shouted. “Nice block!”
“Master’s cool again!” Foxy squealed.
“Still wearing my top!” Zalira snapped.
“Still blind!” I shouted back.
Camila spiked next. She grunted. Hard. It echoed. That sound? Yeah, I knew her rhythm. I dove left.
-Smack!
Perfect dig.
Miranda screamed, “It’s working! His perversion has been weaponized!”
“I’m not a pervert! I’m focused!”
“Same thing for you!” Celia barked.
We scored.
Then again.
And again.
“Ten-ten!” Diamond shouted with sparkling kraken glee.
The others cheered. Some clapped.
I was in the zone.
Pure demon athlete mode.
Every time someone on their team moved, I felt it. Ruby’s bounce? Predictable. Camila’s twist? Obvious. Luna’s tail flick? I could track that like sonar.
Zalira? She was calm. But her heart raced. She was getting frustrated.
Puriel? She was… impressed.
Not that she’d admit it.
I caught the next serve with a jump and yelled, “Let’s finish this!”
Zalira slammed the ball like a jelly rocket.
Point.
Twelve.
Celia bumped it. Foxy set. Miranda spiked with perfect math.
Thirteen.
Ruby growled, hands on her hips, chest still bouncing from her last jump. “You’re not supposed to be able to play like that!”
“I have leveled up!” I shouted back, sweat dripping down my face, Zalira’s bikini still tied tightly across my eyes like some ridiculous war bandage.