The Incubus System Chapter 1385. I Want to Live Like I’m Going to Die Tomorrow.

The Incubus System Chapter 1385. I Want to Live Like I’m Going to Die Tomorrow.

The whiskey hit smoother the second time. Or maybe I’d just gotten used to pain.

Funny, though. I didn’t use to this kind of drink.

Now I drank it like water.

Same way I used to avoid fights. Now I walked into them like they were scheduled meetings.

“I already texted Diamond,” I said, leaning back, letting the glass rest against my thigh. “Told her I’d be here tonight. Bet she’s on her way.”

Pearl turned toward me fully now, her hair falling over her shoulder like a silk curtain. “Something happened,” she said. Not a question. A read.

“Yeah,” I exhaled. “Angels.”

Her eyes narrowed. “They’re targeting you?”

I nodded. “And I don’t like it.”

She didn’t blink. Just watched me. Sharp, quiet. “You’re mad.”

“Not mad,” I said. “Disappointed.”

That hung between us for a second.

“But yeah,” I added, exhaling, “I already passed the stage of sulking. That’s why I’m here. You know me. I don’t like being dramatic. Or whining. You know what I mean.”

I smirked.

Pearl caught it. Smiled slow. Dangerous.

“Oh, I know,” she purred. “And you know I’m the best when it comes to fulfilling a man’s fantasy.”

Her legs shifted. Her thighs pulsed.

And then… her legs changed.

Skin melted into slick tentacles, soft but strong, snaking out from under her slit dress and coiling lazily across the couch toward me.

They brushed against my ankles first. Then my calf. Then my thigh.

Pearl tilted her head. “But…” she said, voice lighter now, “Is that really what you need tonight?”

I looked at her.

The way her eyes softened just slightly. The way her tentacles moved slower. Less seductive. More… exploratory.

And I answered honestly.

“For the time being?” I said, “Yeah.”

I leaned forward, refilled my glass again. Let the burn anchor me.

“Because I want to enjoy this life. The human one. The messy one. The one with assignments I haven’t turned in and drinks that taste like hell.”

I looked at her, eyes steady.

“I want to live like I’m going to die tomorrow.”

Pearl’s expression flickered. A shadow crossed her features. “What do you mean?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Don’t worry. I’m not dying. But the angels…” I paused. “…they’re not like demons. They’re not driven by hunger or power plays. They act with blind conviction, but more systematically. And if they decide to target around me—”

I tapped my chest. “I have to erase this part of me. The mortal part.”

Pearl didn’t move. She just listened.

“So maybe,” I said, swallowing the rest of my drink, “I’ll have to let go of this life. This… half-existence. The college. The human. Ethan Strongheart.”

I met her eyes again. “Maybe I’ll drop out. Drop it all. Go full demon prince. No more pretending I’m just some guy trying to pass his midterms while balancing between battles and demon politics.”

Pearl leaned back with a long sigh. Her tentacles curled a little tighter around my thigh, like she didn’t like what she was hearing.

“…Makes sense,” she said finally. “But it still sucks.”

“I know.”

We sat there in silence for a bit. The music thumped like a pulse. The smell of wine and her sea-salt perfume filled my nose. My suit jacket creaked faintly as I shifted. Her nails tapped against her wine glass like she was trying to keep time with her thoughts.

“I could still come back,” I said quietly. “To the human world. Back and forth. You know how portals work. This place… it’s still part of me. I don’t want to lose it.”

Pearl didn’t speak. Just looked at me with that expression she rarely showed. Not amused. Not smug. Just… open.

“Or,” I said slowly, “you could come with me.”

Her brow lifted.

“To my palace,” I said. “To the dark dimension. You and Diamond. If things go bad. Or even if they don’t. I mean, you belong anywhere you want… but I could make space. A lot of it.”

She stared at me.

Then laughed once. Soft. Breathless.

“You’re inviting me to move in?”

“With me,” I corrected. “Not just into a room. Into my mess. My politics. My world.”

Pearl’s tentacles brushed along my chest now. One coiled gently around my wrist, stroking like a question.

“And what about the others?” she asked. “Camila? Emma? Celia? Olivia?”

“They’re mine,” I said. “Like you. And I’m theirs. I will give them the right to choose.”

She smirked. “Harem logic.”

“I make it work.”

She tilted her head, studying me like I was a puzzle she wasn’t sure she wanted to solve or f*ck.

“I don’t need a crown,” she said, almost too quiet. “I never wanted to be a queen.”

“I’m not asking you to be.”

I leaned forward. Her tentacles didn’t stop me.

I brushed a finger along the edge of her jaw.

“I just want you where I can keep you safe,” I said. “And maybe… maybe have you near when I finally lose my mind.”

She closed her eyes. Exhaled. Then whispered, “I’ll think about it.”

We didn’t say anything else for a while.

Her tentacles didn’t retract. If anything, they wrapped a little tighter. One brushed my neck. Another slid against my thigh, not quite teasing. Just… reminding me she was there.

Pearl leaned closer, wine glass forgotten, her breath hot near my jaw. “I guess that means,” she murmured, voice like silk sliding over bare skin, “we’ll need a good sex play tonight.”

Her words weren’t a question.

They were a declaration.

And the way she said we?

Yeah. I already knew what that meant.

“A good game,” she added, voice purring. “For three of us.”

I tilted my head, lips ghosting just above hers. “Yeah,” I whispered, letting my incubus instincts stir under my skin, flare behind my eyes. “Any idea of it?”

I touched her.

Just lightly, fingers brushing her exposed thigh, letting my palm glide along the seam of her skin and scales. She shivered, not from fear but from heat.

That part of me, the seducer, the unholy flirt, the prince of need and want and wicked satisfaction, yeah, he woke up. Fully.

“I… don’t mind anything,” I murmured. “Not tonight.”