The Incubus System Chapter 1348. B00b Hug

The Incubus System Chapter 1348. B00b Hug

Syntyche moved first.

Of course she did.

She didn’t just lean in. She glided. Slid through space like silk on water, closing the distance between us until her breath hit my cheek and her lips ghosted over mine.

Then she dragged her tongue across my mouth.

Slow.

Sinful.

Measured like a spell.

Not a kiss.

Just a taste.

The tip of her tongue caught the edge of the glaze I hadn’t cleaned yet, mingling heat with something chilling and alchemical from her own mouth. It was like licking a winter storm laced with hot honey and dangerous promises.

“Mmm,” she sighed, lips curling into a smirk. “Poor you~”

And then?

She dragged me. Hands on my collar. Right into her chest. Pressed my face between two soft, ample, terrifyingly perfect mounds of deadly comfort.

All while I was still chewing.

Still chewing.

“Mhmbl—?!”

“Let me pamper you,” she cooed, stroking the back of my head like I was some traumatized cat she rescued from the street.

I blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Chewed.

Swallowed.

Because damn it, I’m not gonna waste fried demon fruit just because my nose was now smushed against demon cleavage.

“Is this necessary?” I asked, voice hoarse, muffled, and barely dignified.

“Yes,” she purred, cradling me like I was a fallen soldier and her boobs were a healing station.

Then Nefaris was suddenly there too. Of course. She moved like a curse, subtle, slow, unstoppable.

Her hand landed on my thigh like a brand. Warm. Intentional.

Her fingers danced up, then down, brushing patterns I didn’t want to decipher. It felt like she was drawing ancient sigils… seduction glyphs.

“You are the Lord of Lust,” she whispered, breath warm against my ear. “Shouldn’t you… take this chance?”

Her voice didn’t rise.

Didn’t need to.

It was soft.

Dangerous.

A promise dressed in silk and bite marks.

Every instinct I had screamed to pull away.

But not because I didn’t want it.

Because I did.

And that was the problem.

Because this was the exact kind of moment where one wrong move turned into a night of screaming and claw marks and broken furniture. And while I usually wouldn’t complain?

I was still holding a soda.

Still chewing another bite.

So I inhaled slowly.

Held it.

Then exhaled.

And smiled.

The lazy, cocky, I’m still in control even though I’m surrounded by death goddesses in lingerie smile.

“Yeah. I should.”

They leaned in closer.

Waiting.

Hoping.

Daring.

“But…” I said.

Their lips were inches from mine.

“I’m hungry.”

Dead silence.

The kind of silence that only comes after you drop a sacred artifact into a toilet.

Syntyche stared at me like I’d betrayed a blood oath.

Nefaris looked personally insulted on behalf of seduction itself.

I grabbed another fried pastry and bit into it.

Loudly.

“Damn,” I muttered between chews. “Still hot. Ivy, did you use infernal oil on these?”

Ivy was cackling behind her hand. “Maybe~”

Maria was openly drinking again. She didn’t even bother hiding it this time.

Syntyche let out a long, dramatic sigh and flopped sideways across my lap. “You are infuriating.”

“I’m consistent,” I said proudly, licking glaze from my fingers.

Nefaris pinched the bridge of her nose. “You’re the only man who can get secondhand rejection while accepting a boob hug.”

“I’m multitasking,” I said.

She rolled her eyes but didn’t pull her hand from my thigh. If anything, she squeezed.

I let her.

Just… silently prayed she didn’t touch my lil soldier first. He’d already been twitching like he was confused about the priority queue. And yeah, okay, he had a point. There were two demon goddesses half on top of me, stroking, teasing, licking like I was a snack tray. But no. Not now. Not the time.

But they weren’t giving up.

Oh hell no.

They still wanted to seduce me.

Syntyche lifted her head from my chest, but instead of giving me space, she just… leaned forward, her breath tickling my lips.

“You sure you don’t want dessert before duty?” she whispered.

“Depends,” I said, keeping my face as calm as possible. “Is the dessert you?”

She smirked. “What do you think?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but Nefaris beat me to the next round.

Her hand, still on my thigh, slid just a little higher.

Just a few inches.

Close.

Too close.

Dangerously close.

“I could make you forget the tournament even exists,” she said, her voice low, warm, sharp like a satin knife. “Five minutes. That’s all I need.”

My throat went dry.

Maria cleared her throat.

Loudly.

I glanced over.

She was shaking her head, sighing into her goblet.

The two seductresses on my lap groaned in unison.

“Killjoy,” Syntyche muttered, grinding down on my thighs a little harder.

“He’s resisting because he wants us,” Nefaris smirked. “So cute.”

I took a slow, deep breath. Focused on the faint spice still on my lips.

Then, as if summoned by demonic grace, the announcer’s voice boomed across the arena.

“ATTENTION! The final match of the Infernal Crown Tournament will resume in five minutes. All seated lords and ladies, please return to your thrones.”

I exhaled like it was salvation.

“Guess that’s our cue,” I said quickly, attempting to shift.

Syntyche clung tighter.

“Nooo,” she whined, burying her face in my neck. “Five more minutes. I haven’t even bitten you yet.”

“Exactly,” I replied, standing up slowly despite their resistance. “That’s why I’m leaving.”

Nefaris groaned dramatically and flopped back on the cushion. “I had plans. And wine. And plans that involved wine.”

Maria stepped forward and handed me a fresh drink. Cold. Minted. Perfect.

“Here,” she said flatly. “Hydrate before they drain you dry.”

Ivy handed me a napkin with a wink. “You’ve got lipstick and shame.”

I took both with a grateful grunt. “Thanks. You keep me alive.”

Syntyche stood slowly, her dress falling back into place like shadowed temptation. She looked at me like I owed her something.

Nefaris stayed lounging, swirling her wine. “Well? Don’t we get something for our efforts?”

I looked at both of them.

Paused.

Smirked.

And then leaned in.

Kissed Syntyche first.

A slow, hot, deep kiss.

I caught her bottom lip, sucked gently, let my tongue stroke against hers for just a second too long.

She melted.

Practically whimpered.

When I pulled back, her eyes were glazed and her breath hitched.

Then I turned to Nefaris.

She raised an eyebrow.

I grabbed her jaw.

Firmly.

Pulled her into me and kissed her harder. Tongue. Teeth. Heat. I let her taste me. Let her think she was winning.

Then I bit her lip.

Gently.

Just a scrape.

Her nails dug into my jacket.

And when I pulled away?

She was panting.

Eyes glowing like the embers of a fresh sin.

Both of them looked ready to pounce.

Their lips parted.

Hands twitching.

About to speak.

I raised a finger.

“Let’s go back.”

And then I vanished.