The Incubus System Chapter 1356. This is (Not) Fine

The Incubus System Chapter 1356. This is (Not) Fine

Some incubus energy leaked into them.

Enhanced them.

Made them hotter, more magnetic.

Breasts fuller, skin glowing and cleaner, hair shinier.

Not on purpose, of course.

But, well… when you give them multiple rounds, daily, for a week straight, you’re gonna leave something behind.

Now?

They walked like main characters.

And they sat next to me like I was the plot and cannon fodder.

“So,” Emma said, turning toward me with a smile that could freeze volcanoes. “Did you sleep well last night? You still smell like s*x.”

Larry choked on his chicken.

I coughed into my drink. “Wh–what?” I sniffed myself in case I indeed still smell like s*x. But I showered this morning and used Celia’s cologne since mine was empty already. Celia even screamed at me when I used a generous amount of it and demanded more allowance this month. But I couldn’t smell anything except the cologne.

Olivia smirked and nudged my thigh with her knee under the table. “You looked wiped this morning. ‘Late shower’?”

I hesitated. Blinked. Choked slightly on a gulp of juice. “Yeah… kinda.”

Emma tilted her head, all innocent curiosity wrapped in angelic elf beauty. “Wait… so last night you…”

I raised my hand quickly, eyes wide. “Shhh.”

She blinked. “Yes?”

I leaned in just a little. “Yes.”

Emma paused. Then her eyes sparkled with quiet understanding. “I see. The tournament was a success then?” I bet she assumed I did it to celebrate the success. And yeah, that was kinda right.

I leaned back in my seat with a sigh, pretending my wrap was the most interesting thing in the world. “Yeah. All good. For now.”

‘Don’t look at them, Ethan. Calm down,’ I reminded myself.

Olivia picked up her burger again and took a bite like this was just Tuesday. “Cool. That means you’ll have more time for yourself now, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, swallowing a mouthful of my food.

Totally normal conversation. Innocent, casual, chill.

Except…

My brain?

Oh no.

My memory? That bastard?

It decided now, right now, was the perfect time to play a full HD montage of me grinding both of them into the bed at the beach villa. Moonlight. Moaning. Hands everywhere. The way Olivia clawed at my back and rode me like I was an infernal horse. The way Emma’s legs wrapped around me with a whimper. How she demanded more. The taste of salt and skin and victory. And their sensitive puss— Okay, I needed to stop right there, or my d*ck would think I wanted to do round eleven.

My face?

On fire.

Nuclear meltdown.

I dropped my head down, forehead hovering over my tray like I was suddenly very interested in the pattern of my wrap paper.

“Calm down,” I whispered to myself. “Normal. Be normal. You are normal. You are just a normal student.”

But the stares?

Yeah.

They weren’t done.

Everywhere.

Burning through me.

Some students stared like I was the main character in a forbidden romance drama.

Some stared like they were plotting my death.

And a few?

A few looked like they just knew.

I swear I felt at least four curses hit me. Emotionally.

And one psychic punch to the gut.

This was hell.

Human realm edition.

Larry was halfway under the table by this point, laughing silently like a traitorous gremlin.

I took a slow, deliberate bite of my wrap.

Chewed.

Swallowed.

Breathed.

“This is fine,” I muttered.

“This is not fine,” I whispered again.

Emma touched my shoulder. “You okay?”

“I’m dying.”

She giggled.

Olivia elbowed me. “You’ll live. Probably. They are just a bunch of jealous men.”

Oh yeah, that problem wasn’t really a real problem. But that problem mixed with my lil soldier and my dirty mind? That was a real problem.  

And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse… Someone from two tables over called out.

“Hey Ethan!”

I looked up.

It was Jason, one of the basketball captains.

He raised a brow and called out across the cafeteria, just loud enough to draw attention.

“Dude. When did you become a chick magnet?”

Laughter followed.

A few heads turned. A couple of guys chuckled.

Someone in the back even whistled like we were in a sitcom.

Larry clapped me on the back like he’d just knighted me. “Proud of you, champ.”

I stared at him. “Please don’t touch me. Or they will think we are dating too.”

“I have to. It’s in the bro code. You pull two goddesses, you get a pat.”

I was about to fire back when Olivia turned her head toward Jason with that sharp grin she always wore when things were about to go off the rails.

She didn’t even pause. “What? You got a problem with Ethan?”

Jason blinked. “Huh?”

She leaned forward across the table, elbow resting beside her tray, chin propped in her palm like she was bored. “Or… are you just mad because you’re still trying to hit on Emma?”

The cafeteria went quiet.

I swear a fork clattered in the distance.

Jason made a noise in his throat, clearly caught off guard. “Wh— no. I wasn’t—”

“For your information,” Olivia continued, stretching her back lazily like a lioness with a full belly and a little too much confidence, “Emma’s taken.”

Emma blinked.

I blinked.

Jason definitely blinked.

Olivia grinned wider. “Yup. She’s got a fiancé.”

“A rich one,” she added. “A prince. From a far away land. Super powerful. Handsome. Loaded. The real deal.”

I inhaled so fast I choked on my juice.

Across the cafeteria?

Chaos.

A full-on gossip hurricane.

Forks dropped.

Chairs turned.

Heads whipped around.

“Wait… Emma’s engaged?”

“To a prince?!”

“Did she say rich?”

“How far is far away?”

“Oh my god. Is it royalty royalty or just rich guy vibes?”

“Does he have an accent?”

“Did he propose with a ring or a castle?”

“Which country? Which kingdom?”

Jason was frozen in place like someone hit pause on his soul.