The Incubus System Chapter 1393. Five More Minutes
The Incubus System Chapter 1393. Five More Minutes
Even after everything I just did to them, multiple rounds, full force, Demonic Erection maxed out like I was trying to make a point, they still had the nerve to cuddle close, kiss my cheek, and whisper dangerous things into my skin like “rest five more minutes.”
It would’ve been easy to say no.
To stand up. Shake off the sweat and sex and throw open a portal like the unbothered incubus.
But…
I didn’t.
I stayed.
Five minutes, I told myself. Just five more.
I lay there between Pearl and Diamond, their bodies soft and warm against mine. I could still feel the faint suction of their tentacles along my ribs, my thighs, my still-sensitive cock, half-limp but twitching at every ghost of a touch. Their scent clung to me, sticky and raw, a mix of salt, heat, and something floral. And I didn’t want to move.
But duty didn’t wait. And neither did my instincts.
So when five minutes passed, I shifted, kissed them each on the forehead, and slipped off the bed. They stirred a little, murmuring my name, but didn’t wake fully. Their tentacles slid reluctantly off my body as I peeled myself away and summoned my clothes with a snap of aura.
Just me, ruffled-haired, dressed in dark slacks and a thin long-sleeved shirt, like the good student I pretended to be. The collar still smelled faintly like Pearl’s perfume. My chest was sticky from Diamond’s kisses.
I stepped through the portal and emerged into shadow.
The city was cold tonight. Not freezing, but the kind of chill that made your skin tighten and breath come out in wisps.
And in the alley ahead, my pets.
Red, in his battle form, sleek and sharp-eyed, sat at attention with his ears twitching.
Shadow, my black cat, was curled atop a two-story store, tail flicking.
Rave flapped in for a landing, cawing low.
And Buni, already in his normal form… hopped up to my leg and headbutted me.
“Hey,” I muttered, squatting down to ruffle his ears. “You all done?”
“Yup!” Rave squawked once.
Red padded over and dropped what looked like a low-level demon bone, burned black and still steaming. That was rare since most dead demons turn to ashes. “I got this!”
I scanned the area. No blood. No fresh trails. Just some faint demon residue that made my nostrils flare, but even that was stale. Distant.
“So what, only a few tonight?” I asked aloud, my voice low, laced with disbelief.
Red huffed and nodded. “Yeah, nothing exciting. Foxy’s still searching for more prey, though.”
“Shadow?” I asked.
The cat blinked, stretched, and made a slow figure-eight around my legs before hopping onto a nearby stone. His tail flicked once. Then twice. “As you can see… Nothing new.”
Rave flapped down again and croaked, “Clear.”
It was true. Their paths had extended farther than usual. The entire sweep radius I sent them on should’ve been crawling with rogue demons.
But no. Just a few.
Low-level trash, too. Barely even worth the cleanup.
I leaned on the wall and stared at the darkness, the edges of my jaw tightening. The only thing worse than too much noise… was too much silence.
Something was off.
Maybe Damon and Lilieth had moved faster than expected, reinforcing the fragile veil between human and demon realms once again. It made sense strategically, but the sudden drop in activity still felt unnatural.
Demon activity had dropped.
Violently.
Which, in theory, should be good news. No more wild fiends clawing through rifts. No more humans getting ripped to pieces for being at the wrong alley at the wrong time. No more tracking blood trails through cities where nobody notices because they think it’s just another mugging.
The quiet pressed strangely against my instincts, leaving me unsettled, suspicious, and unsure whether this calm was protection… or warning.
But it also meant I had one less distraction.
Because if the demons weren’t coming anymore… that just left me in the crosshairs.
The angels.
They were watching.
And their target?
Me.
I exhaled, slow. Controlled. Let my aura settle.
"At least now I can focus on myself," I muttered.
No more excuses to play the reluctant hero.
No more running around protecting humans who probably wouldn’t blink twice if I died in a gutter.
Some deserved life. Yeah. But others?
Too corrupted.
Too eager to prey on each other.
Sometimes… I really did wish wild demons would just finish the job.
I hated feeling like that.
But after reading too many corrupted minds, it was getting harder not to.
It was almost 1 AM. by the time I returned. The portal shimmered behind me as I stepped back into my dorm. The air smelled faintly of old incense and clean linen.
I was back in my pajamas like the model student I was pretending to be, grey loose shirt, soft black pants, still barefoot. The floor was cool beneath my toes as I padded toward the bed.
Puriel already slept with Celia. In her room. And yeah, Foxy went there too. So I still had this huge bed for myself.
I collapsed onto the bed.
But sleep?
Didn’t come.
Not because of some great storm of thoughts. Not because I was haunted by memories or plotting my next step.
I was just… restless.
The kind of restlessness that doesn’t make sense. Where the silence feels heavier than noise. Where the dark feels louder than light.
I tossed.
Turned.
The sheets were still warm with the echoes of earlier. My chest smelled like perfume and salt. My body was sated. My cock no longer ached. My power coiled quietly under my skin.
And yet…
One minute dragged like an hour. My eyelids fluttered closed, then opened again. My hand fidgeted. My toes curled against the mattress.
I sighed, turning onto my back, staring up at the ceiling fan.
Maybe this was what peace felt like. That weird hollowness after the battle.
No blood to clean.
No blades to sharpen.
No fucks to give.
Just quiet.
Still.
And me.
Lying here.