The Incubus System Chapter 1357. Far Away Prince

The Incubus System Chapter 1357. Far Away Prince

Meanwhile, Emma just sipped her juice box, blinking innocently. “It’s true.”

The girls two tables away screamed.

A guy literally whispered my queen under his breath.

One bold girl leaned halfway across another table, eyes wide. “Emma. Be honest. Is he like… movie star level hot?”

Olivia snorted. “He’s better.”

Someone gasped.

Another girl asked, “Wait wait wait. Is it that one vampire-looking guy from the fund-raiser last year?”

Emma shook her head. “No.”

“Is he human?”

“No.”

Gasps again.

“Wait, what is he then?! An elf?”

Emma just smiled. “He’s… special.”

My soul physically left my body and hovered above the table like a balloon.

Because yeah. They were all talking about me.

Me.

The actual demon prince.

In a shirt and college jeans.

Wrap halfway bitten.

Aura? Nonexistent.

Status? Forgotten.

I was invisible.

A background NPC to my own harem’s lore drop.

Larry slowly turned to me. He didn’t say anything for a moment. Just looked me up and down like he was evaluating a stock that just plummeted.

Then he sighed. “Poor you.”

I groaned into my hand.

Larry shook his head, voice dry. “You really don’t have any princely aura in this state.”

“I know.”

“You look like a stressed TA (Teaching Assistant) who got dumped.”

“I know.”

“You smell like cafeteria soap and regret.”

“I KNOW, LARRY.”

He chuckled, leaned back in his seat, and bit into his wrap. “At least the wrap’s good.”

Meanwhile, Olivia was basking. Just fully thriving in the chaos she created.

“Yeah,” she continued, popping a fry into her mouth, “he’s the heir of a whole kingdom. Probably has like... magic or something.”

I almost choked again.

Well, she was right. But it was kinda embarrassing when I heard it openly like this.

One of the business majors at the next table scooted closer. “What kind of kingdom?”

Emma folded her napkin and placed it neatly beside her tray. “It’s complicated. Political. He’s not flashy about it.”

“He sounds so mysterious.”

“Do you have pictures?”

Emma shook her head. “We try to keep things private.”

“But does he, like, ride horses?”

“More like… rides shadows.”

“OH MY GOD WHAT.”

“What’s his name?!”

Emma paused. “We don’t say his real name here. It’s… forbidden.”

Girl at the edge of the table swooned.

Jason just stood there in stunned silence. I think his brain rebooted.

Larry handed me one fried.

I took it.

The questions kept coming. The rumors were evolving mid-air.

One guy was already sketching my princely face based on his imagination.

I sat up just enough to whisper, “I’m literally right here.”

No one looked at me.

No one even asked if I might be the guy.

Not a single person gave me a second glance.

Larry tapped my tray. “Next time, try wearing a crown.”

“Next time I’m staying in the dark dimension.”

Emma smiled at me over the rim of her drink like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

Olivia kicked my foot gently under the table.

My d*ck twitched in response.

Again?

We are surrounded by witnesses, sir.

I leaned back in my seat and exhaled hard.

“Everything is fine,” I muttered. “Totally. Fine. Just a regular day in college.”

Larry nodded. “With your fiancées and secret royalty and hormonal rebellion.”

I chewed my wrap slowly.

“…You forgot the ten rounds of s*x last night.”

Larry blinked. “Wait what?”

“Never mind.”

I sighed again. Loud. Dramatic.

And the girls just kept chatting away, casually dropping fantasy-level rumors while the cafeteria burned around us.

Welcome to third semester.

I guess, this would be a good start.

I exhaled.

Sure, I had no princely aura in this form. Sure, my harem just dropped royal-level gossip into a room full of bored college students.

Sure, I was now the main character in a romcom where everyone else but me got the sparkles.

But hey. The wrap wasn’t bad. The weather outside looked nice.

And I hadn’t exploded into wings and sin in front of the cafeteria yet.

So, yeah. Decent start.

I took another bite of my chicken wrap and let myself lean back in my seat, chewing slowly as I gazed out the cafeteria window. The sun filtered through the leaves outside, casting dappled shadows across the benches and stone paths of the campus park. Birds flitted in the trees. A couple was holding hands under a shady tree. Someone was practicing violin near the fountain. It was almost… peaceful.

I liked peaceful.

Peaceful didn’t throw fireballs.

Peaceful didn’t scream “Fiancé?!” in the middle of lunch.

Peaceful didn’t ride in on demonic nightmares.

Yeah. Peaceful was good.

Until…

There was a noise.

Not bad. Not violent. But loud.

Like a crowd reaction.

Like… when an idol walks into a public mall.

Gasps. Murmurs. Whispered oh my gods.

Phones being subtly lifted.

Chairs shifting. Trays being forgotten mid-sandwich.

And then I saw it.

Saw her.

From a distance.

A girl.

No. A woman about our age.

But radiant.

Effortless grace in the way she walked.

Wearing a soft cream blouse tucked into a high-waisted skirt, her black heels barely made a sound across the tile floor. Her long, flowing hair shimmered like silk as she moved, and her expression was calm. Serene.

Like a saint stepped off a stained-glass window and decided to major in psychology.

She didn’t even try to look beautiful.

She just was.

And all of us knew it.

“Who the hell…” I muttered, halfway through chewing. “She looks like—”

I paused.

Like an angel.

And then I paused harder.

“Wait,” I whispered, juice box in hand. “She’s not a real angel, right?”

No. No way.

I would have felt something.

My system would have pinged me.

I wasn’t that dumb.

Right?

Then Larry, who had been unusually quiet for the past ten seconds, elbowed me.

“Elbow level: Serious.”

I turned my head.

Larry’s mouth was full of wrap, but he pointed with his chin and said, “Okay, I’ve seen a lot, but this one? Never. Tell me. Who is she?”