The Incubus System Chapter 1338. Moaning My Downfall

The Incubus System Chapter 1338. Moaning My Downfall

Zalira stepped forward with that same calm air of authority that made everyone else stop breathing for half a second. “We end this. Now.”

She tossed the ball. Smooth. Effortless.

The air tensed.

She served.

Fast. Precise.

But I caught it.

My arms absorbed the impact with a satisfying thump, and the sand scattered beneath my heels as I braced.

Miranda adjusted her hair mid-jump and set the ball again.

Foxy twirled once, her tails brushing my leg, then spiked it. Her technique was as chaotic as her logic, but somehow, it landed.

Fourteen.

Everything went quiet.

Even the seagulls shut up.

I stood in the center of the court, barely breathing, every muscle in my body humming like a war drum.

The sun was brutal overhead. My chest rose and fell in tight, calculated bursts. Sweat stung my skin.

We were going to win.

And then Camila stepped forward.

Her voice cooed through the court like silk wrapped around a dagger. “Ahn… Ethan~ not there. I’m… sensitive.”

I froze.

My spine jerked straight like someone had shoved a taser up my tailbone.

My brain? Gone.

Gone.

Completely hijacked.

Because the second she said that, my mind, the traitorous, perverted, visual-ass bastard that it was projected a full-blown hentai scene straight into my mental theater.

Camila, topless, legs spread, blushing, gasping my name, moaning about how sensitive she was. My hands on her hips. My mouth trailing lower. The sounds. The heat. Her soft, soft voice...

-THWACK!

I didn’t even hear the ball.

I just felt it hit the sand beside me.

Point.

They scored.

Everyone turned to me.

Foxy gasped. “Master?”

“I—She—She said—” I stammered.

Celia screamed, “GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR D*CK, ETHAN!”

Miranda nodded calmly. “It was a powerful distraction technique.”

“I didn’t choose this,” I groaned, holding my head like it was overheating. “My brain betrayed me. I was just standing here and suddenly I was in a different genre!”

Camila blew me a kiss from across the net. “Visual learners are so fun.”

It was supposed to be a game. Just a damn game. But no. Not with them.

 Zalira opened her mouth.

“Ahh~ Ethan… not so hard…”

My entire spine locked. My palm missed the ball. My brain painted a vivid scene… her under me, hair messy, voice trembling. I shook it off.

Then Puriel followed, her tone sinfully calm. “Mmm… like that, Ethan… deeper…”

My jaw clenched. My legs almost gave out.

Ruby moaned right after. “Oh Ethan! You’re stretching me so good~!”

I tripped. Mid-serve.

My foot caught the sand wrong, momentum tilted, and my whole body lurched forward like an awkward newborn deer trying to look cool. Just as I tried to recover…

Camila gasped. Loud. Wet. Sensual.

“Oah You’re so big right there!”

My breath caught. My spine tingled. Blood didn’t know where to go, head or hard-on. My d*ck twitched like it was saluting a different kind of battle.

Then Luna’s voice came, low, breathy, dangerous.

“Nyaa harder, Master ruin me~”

She purred it like it was a spell. My lungs stuttered. My grip slipped. I saw stars before the ball even made impact.

-Whap!

Right in the face.

I stumbled back, dazed, flushed, legs wobbly, hips twitching like they were trying to respond to commands from a different organ.

The air around me felt hotter. Thicker. Like I was breathing through moans.

My skin buzzed. Every breath tasted like temptation.

“Focus!” Celia screamed from somewhere in the background.

“I can’t!” I barked, still swaying. “They’re moaning my downfall into existence!”

Even the sand felt suggestive. Like it wanted to devour me whole.

This wasn’t volleyball anymore.

This was seduction warfare, and I was on the losing side.

They giggled. Every sound a weapon.

And yeah… I was losing. In more ways than one.

Zalira’s voice sliced through the mess. “Match point.”

This was it.

Next point decided everything.

My pride. My team. My dignity.

The court felt hotter. The sun heavier. My heartbeat thundered in my ears like it was playing death metal.

I breathed in.

Held it.

Then let it go.

Alright. One last serve.

I straightened. My body was sore. Shoulders tight. Legs burning. My d*ck? Still confused. But I was going to push through.

“Let’s go,” I muttered.

Diamond announced like a judgmental volleyball goddess. “Fourteen–Fifteen. Final serve.”

“Focus, Ethan!” Emma shouted, clapping her hands. “You got this!”

I nodded, swallowing dry nerves and wiping the sweat from my brow. My heart thundered. This was it. Match point.

Zalira’s smirk curved. Then she served.

Fast. Sharp. A damn missile.

I dove without thinking.

Caught it. Chest stung.

Celia bumped it with precision.

Foxy leapt and set the ball perfectly.

I jumped.

Time slowed. My lungs expanded with air, my arm raised in the golden sunlight. I saw the opening on their side. This was it. This was—

“Ethan…” Puriel moaned behind me. Sultry. Soft. Sinful.

“Touch me like that too…”

Brain: Error.

Arm: Twitched.

-WHIFF!

I missed. Entirely.

The ball dropped between my feet like it belonged there. The sand puffed up like it was mocking me.

And I collapsed. Face first. Into the sand.

Everything went silent.

Fifteen–Fourteen. Game over.

We lost.

I didn’t get up. I didn’t even blink. Just laid there, a failure pancake. Belly-down. Blindfolded with Zalira’s bikini top. Still rocking a boner. Mouth full of gritty despair.

My pride? Vanished.

My self-respect? Already packing its bags.

My harem? Watching. Judging.

“Master?” Foxy asked softly, kneeling beside me. “Are you… alive?”

I raised one shaky thumb.

“Not emotionally,” I mumbled into the sand.

Ruby popped into my upside-down vision, grinning like a demon goblin. “Aw~ Did you fall for our final boss-level moaning strat?”

I groaned. “Your what?!”

Maria stepped into view, elegantly fanning herself. “It was quite divine, really. Lust, after all, is chaos incarnate.”

Camila laughed, clearly proud. “Well, you do moan our names often enough in your sleep. Thought it was time for payback.”

I didn’t even deny it. I just groaned louder.

Then came Zalira. Towering over me like the smug goddess of defeat. She plucked her bikini top off my head, retied it with flawless grace, and gave me a smile sharp enough to kill.

“You played well,” she said sweetly. “But next time?”

She leaned down, brushed a finger under my chin.

“Don’t bring a d*ck to a mind game.”

I screamed into the sand. Internally.

And maybe a little externally too.