The Incubus System Chapter 1358. Don’t Assume All Beautiful Women Belong to You
The Incubus System Chapter 1358. Don’t Assume All Beautiful Women Belong to You
I looked again.
And I swear the air shifted when our eyes locked.
Another angel like woman.
She stepped forward through the stunned cafeteria crowd. Her heels clicked lightly across the floor, but it felt like the whole room echoed with each step.
Students stepped aside. Not dramatically. But naturally. Like she parted the sea of hormones and baggy hoodies with her aura alone.
I squinted at her again. She was looking around slowly, as if searching for something.
Then… her eyes landed on me.
And didn’t move.
I felt… nothing.
No demonic tingle. No angelic pressure. No pressure at all.
Which made it worse.
Because my instincts knew when someone was powerful. They always did.
But her?
Flatline.
Nothing.
No reading. No data. Just a giant question mark where answers should be.
“She’s coming this way,” Larry whispered.
“No shit.”
“You know her?”
“I don’t.”
He leaned in slightly. “Don’t assume all beautiful women belong to you, man.”
“I literally just said that!”
The entire cafeteria was quiet now. Eyes followed her. Even Emma and Olivia had stopped talking.
And then…
She stood.
Right. Beside. Me.
I blinked up at her.
She stared down at me.
I swear I could hear the drop of water in the sink behind the kitchen counter.
Then…
“You…”
Her voice was calm. Clear. Velvet smooth. Not loud.
But everyone heard it.
“…you smell like us.”
Larry winced like someone hit him with a math test.
I slowly lowered my wrap.
“Excuse me?”
She tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing with the precision of a goddess trying to solve a riddle. “You smell like us,” she said again. “But… wrong. Like something cracked. Off-tuned.”
The table between us was a chasm now. Olivia sat straighter. Emma’s brows furrowed slightly.
Larry whispered, “This feels like plot.”
I ignored him.
And instead, very calmly, very professionally, activated Observation.
I waited for the blue holographic interface. For the system to tell me who I was dealing with.
[Name: ???]
[Race: ???]
[Class: ???]
[Level: ???]
[Status: ???]
“…Shit.”
“Yup,” Larry muttered, already pulling his backpack closer like we might need to run.
This wasn’t a girl.
This was a walking red flag with extra mystery frosting.
And yet…
She leaned down.
Close.
Too close.
Her eyes locked onto mine again. Gold. No, silver. Wait… both?
“Tell me,” she said softly, “Who made you?”
My mouth opened.
Then closed.
Then opened again like a broken vending machine.
“…my mom?”
She frowned.
Olivia choked.
Emma covered her mouth.
Larry facepalmed.
And me?
I just sat there with half a chicken wrap in my hand, a juice box sweating condensation by my elbow, and a rapidly sinking feeling in my stomach like someone just flushed my college GPA down the toilet.
She just asked serious question. And I, in my infinite wisdom, had answered, “My mom.”
Yeah. Great move. Bravo, Ethan. Amazing way to stay low-key.
She didn’t laugh. She didn’t even blink.
Instead, she smiled.
Soft. Almost nostalgic.
“No,” she said, her voice like silk and doom wrapped in honey. “I mean… Gabriella. And… Xanos. Right?”
I gasped.
And not like a subtle little inhale.
No.
Full dramatic gasp.
Loud enough that three tables turned to look.
I sat up straight. Instincts flaring.
No.
No no no no.
I tried to play it cool. Calm the hell down. Maybe reach for my wrap and pretend I hadn’t just heard those two names dropped like sprinkles on a nuclear cake.
But there was no calming down.
Because she said it.
She really said it.
Gabriella.
And Xanos.
The dead high angel.
And the late demon king.
My ancestors.
The room spun a little.
I cleared my throat. “I don’t know what you’re—”
“Ethan,” she said gently.
That stopped me cold.
She looked right at me. No confusion. No hesitation.
“You’re Ethan. Right?” she asked, smiling softly.
I swallowed. “Yeah?”
“I called you once,” she said. “In your dream.”
My brain fell out of my skull.
Because yes.
There was a dream.
A weird one.
One of those blurry, echoing dreams where nothing made sense, but someone… warm… called to me.
A voice I couldn’t place.
Said my name.
I never thought anything of it. Just blamed the stress. I mean, who dreams in golden reverb?
But now?
She looked at Larry.
And smiled again.
“Then,” she said, tilting her head slightly, “you must be Erebus.”
Larry froze.
“…The hell I am,” he said instantly.
“I can feel it,” she said calmly. “Same angelic power. Same echo.”
Larry stared at her.
Then at me.
Then back at her.
Then back at me again.
“Bro,” he whispered. “Do not put this on me.”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“She just named me after a dead demon lord.”
“You think I want this?!”
“I don’t even have powers, man! I’ve been using a mechanical pencil as the answer pointer all semester! And I had bad grades because of it! My parents want me to fix my grade, or they will throw ‘Nana-chan’ for real.”
I cringed.
That was the real reason Larry suddenly took class seriously.
Not transformation. Not resolve.
Parental anime pillow eviction.
But then something tugged at the back of my mind.
Why… did she mention Larry?
She had looked at him with certainty. Not confusion. Not vague suspicion. Certainty.
She said his name, despite it was wrong, like she knew it. Like it wasn’t a guess.
Like she felt something inside him.
But if it was because of holy energy… then why just Larry?
Emma’s a demon hunter too. She would have the same vibe. Maybe even more polished.
But she didn’t even glance at her.
So… what was that?
Was it possible… Larry had something hidden?
Something even he didn’t know?
And then it hit me.
My dad.
My human dad.
He once donated blood to Larry. When we were kids.
Emergency. Rare match.
It was the reason why the association tried to use him as my substitute.
What if…
What if that really affected him?
What if Larry wasn’t just Larry?
Shit.
Larry might have my bloodline in him too.