The Incubus System Chapter 1355. I’m Getting My Own Arc

The Incubus System Chapter 1355. I’m Getting My Own Arc

Larry stood too, looking way too serious.

“What?” I asked.

He stared at me for a second.

Then he said, “I’m gonna beat you this semester.”His eyes were full of determination.

I blinked in disbelief. “In grades?”

“Yeah.”

I smiled. “Sure. Good luck.”

“No.” He stepped closer, eyes glinting with something I hadn’t seen in him before. “I mean it. No more clowning. I’m done being the sidekick. I’m getting my own arc.”

“Bro, what anime did you watch over after I left?”

He smirked. “All of them.”

Then walked off.

I stood there for a second.

Stunned.

And honestly?

Proud.

Because maybe the demon realm wasn’t the only place where transformations happened.

Maybe this semester?

Was gonna be interesting after all.

I stepped out of the classroom, into the sunlit hallway, students brushing past, the sound of footsteps echoing, voices rising, the smell of cafeteria food wafting faintly from somewhere nearby.

The human world.

My other world.

Still mine.

Still home.

In a weird, messed-up, lovely kind of way.

And right now?

I followed the scent trail like a starving adventurer who just finished a quest involving demon paperwork and accidental threesomes. I turned the corner and boom, cafeteria line. Packed. Loud. Tables full. Trays sliding. Laughter. Someone dropped their cup and cursed. Felt nostalgic already.

But what really made me stop?

Larry.

At the front of the line.

With a tray in his hand and a smug-ass grin on his face like he just beat me in the finals of life.

I blinked. He waved. Like a damn champion.

“YOU,” I said, pointing at him dramatically like this was an anime and he was my childhood rival.

He just grinned harder. “Victory tastes like whole wheat and protein.”

I squinted. “You beat me by, what, two minutes?”

“One minute and twenty-seven seconds. Which, in cafeteria time, is the difference between getting the warm chicken wrap and the sad one with cold eggs.”

Yeah, he made that up.

Still, I grabbed my tray, ordered my wrap, and added extra egg. Protein, baby. After the ten round infernal cardio session I’d just barely survived, I needed enough protein to rebuild a civilization.

By the time I paid, Larry had already claimed a seat for both of us. And not just any seat.

Window-side. Minimal crowd. Close to exit.

He even wiped the table.

Who the hell was this man?

I sat down slowly, watching as Larry ate.

Not like usual.

Not like a trash panda.

No, no. He ate like a soldier in a military rations ad. Clean bites. Napkin dab. Chewing with purpose. No sauce on his chin. Not even a rogue crumb.

I just sat there.

Staring.

He glanced up mid-bite.

“What?”

I frowned. “No offense, but I’m starting to think you’re a skinwalker.” Well, my system told me he was the real Larry, though.

He choked. “What?”

I gestured vaguely at him. “You. Being… this.”

Larry narrowed his eyes. “This what?”

“Clean. Focused. Human.”

He snorted. “You think a skinwalker would choose me as their disguise?”

“I don’t know, man. Maybe they were aiming for your cousin and missed.”

He reached for his water, muttering, “Keep talking and I’ll haunt your locker.”

And just as I was about to fire back…

“Ethan!”

I froze.

That voice?

Emma.

“Oh, look who’s in trouble,” Larry said under his breath, just as another voice joined in.

“Ethan.”

Olivia.

I turned.

Emma stood there with her cafeteria tray, elegant and radiant as ever. Her long hair was tied up lazily, cheek slightly pink from the sun outside. She looked like she belonged on a fantasy novel cover.

And beside her?

Olivia, all tomboy tank-top energy and a grin.

They both slid into the seats beside me like this was a normal day.

Like they didn’t do things that would make a demon lord, A.K.A me, blush.

I gulped.

Hard.

And right then…

Betrayal.

Not from outside.

From within.

Because my d*ck… twitched.

Like it had a radar.

Like it knew who had just walked in.

Oh, he was like… “Boss… round eleven?”

I internally screamed.

No.

Absolutely not.

We are in public.

In the middle of the cafeteria.

With actual sunlight and chicken wraps.

And yet…

I felt it.

That slow rise of warmth.

The demon part of me?

Stretched.

Yawning like a spoiled cat.

Whispering, "You’ve tasted them. Marked them. Touched them where no sunlight should reach. Why stop now?"

I clenched my jaw.

Shut. It. Down.

‘Me,’ I muttered internally, stabbing my chicken wrap with unnecessary force, ‘and my damn incubus mind.’

My d*ck didn’t even apologize.

It just sat there like a smug little bastard, throbbing in the background like it was on standby mode.

Goddammit.

Not here.

Not now.

I forced a smile at Emma and Olivia.

Like a normal, non-horny, non-demonic human boy.

Yeah… I was absolutely lying.

And then the stares started.

From the other students.

Everywhere.

Because Emma?

She was already known here. Elegant. Smart. Unreachable. The perfect girl with a touch of mystery. And rich.

And Olivia?

Loud and fun and very punchy. Smart. And… also rich.

But now?

She walked like she had secrets.

Power.

Charm.

My death row was already forming.

Some poor dude across the aisle literally dropped his sandwich watching us. A girl two tables down whispered something, and her friends gasped.

One guy pointed.

Subtle.

Not subtle at all.

Emma daintily opened her juice box.

Olivia bit into a burger like it owed her money.

And me?

I sat in the middle.

Sweating.

Because in human form, I was just Ethan. Still a little more fit. Sure. Maybe a bit sharper in the jawline now. Broader shoulders. Cleaner skin.

But I wasn’t glowing.

I wasn’t oozing Incubus charm.

Which meant this? These girls?

Shouldn’t be hanging around me like this. Not visibly. Not in full daylight with sparkle-aura energy and post-sex radiance.

And yet… they were.

Why?

Because my f**king sperm did something.

They were glowing.

Literally, I think.