The Incubus System Chapter 1398. Let Me Exist
The Incubus System Chapter 1398. Let Me Exist
Ethan’s PoV
It was a nice sleep. And I mean nice.
Not just unconscious recovery time. No weird dreams. No demonic echoes. No looming existential dread swirling behind my eyelids.
Just… warmth.
Emma.
Breathing softly in my arms.
And when I opened my eyes? Yeah, the first thing I saw was her face up close and personal. Her hair all soft, messy from sleep, a few strands clinging to her cheek. Lips slightly parted. Eyelashes fluttering just a little.
Ah… I fell asleep in her bed.
Honestly? Best decision I’d made all week.
I glanced toward her clock, the digital numbers glowing faintly on the side table. A little past 7 AM. Still morning. Still early.
My classes didn’t start until ten. So yeah… I had time.
I wasn’t rushing anywhere. Not yet.
I shifted just enough to slide one arm under her neck, kissed her forehead gently, then snuggled back into the sheets. My plan was simple, just vibe. Let me exist in this moment. No stress. No blades. No responsibility. Just me, her, and the lingering scent of chamomile tea and freshly laundered silk sheets.
But apparently… someone down below had different plans.
As in, my cock.
I felt the pressure before I even looked. That familiar tightness of fabric, the way the tip pressed stubbornly against my waistband like it was trying to escape on a diplomatic mission.
Morning wood.
Classic.
I groaned under my breath, burying my face in the pillow beside Emma’s neck. “Why?” I mumbled quietly. “Just let me have a romantic moment, not a horny one.”
But no.
Apparently my teenage hormones and incubus biology had teamed up for a morning prank.
Because of course I’d wake up hard while holding a half-naked elf girl I may or may not be emotionally obsessed with.
Damn it.
And then… like a blessing or a curse from the gods themselves, Emma stirred.
Her brows knit slightly as she blinked slowly awake, still soft from sleep. Her voice came out in a low murmur, featherlight against my skin.
“…Ethan?”
I lifted my head just a bit, still clutching her like a pillow. “Good morning.”
She smiled.
She smiled like she woke up looking like that. And yes, I had a goddess in my harem. Literally. But somehow, Emma still managed to make my chest thump like she’d cast a spell on it.
Her sleepy eyes met mine. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear lazily, then let her hand rest over my chest.
“You slept well,” she whispered. It wasn’t a question.
“Better than I expected,” I admitted. “Might be your mattress. Or the company.”
Her smile deepened. “Mm. You’re warm.”
“I’m literally a demon.”
“And yet still cuddlier than my heated blanket,” she said with a giggle.
I felt her leg shift slightly against mine, her knee sliding between my thighs in the most inconvenient way possible.
Yeah. She felt it.
Her eyes blinked once. Twice. Then that innocent smile turned sly.
“Oh.”
I closed my eyes. “Don’t say it.”
Her eyebrow rose. “Say what?”
“You know exactly what.”
“I mean,” she said, lifting her head to rest her chin on my chest, eyes sparkling with mischief, “it’s not like I’m the one poking people under the covers first thing in the morning.”
“It’s not on purpose,” I groaned, already hiding my face again. “I told it to behave. It didn’t listen.”
“Oh, sure, blame the poor thing,” she teased, scooting a little closer… too close, until her hips brushed against mine and the pressure intensified.
“Emma…” I warned, voice strained.
“Yes, Ethan?” she said sweetly, batting her lashes.
“This is emotional bullying.”
“This is flirting, Ethan.”
Her hand slid down from my chest. Slowly. Deliberately. Until her fingertips hovered just above my waistband.
She didn’t touch.
Yet.
Just looked up at me like she was challenging me to stop her.
My breath hitched. My heartbeat stuttered.
“You’re evil,” I muttered.
She grinned. “I’ve spent too much time around you. It’s rubbing off.”
She leaned forward, lips brushing against my neck. “Or maybe… I just like seeing how flustered you get when you’re not the one in control.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I whispered.
She pressed a kiss right under my jaw. “Then maybe you should punish me.”
I exhaled sharply. My hand gripped the sheets.
My morning wood was now officially confused.
Should it panic? Should it celebrate?
Because half of me was still trying to pretend I was in ‘cuddle romantic soft boy’ mode.
The other half?
Let’s just say it was fully awake and ready to negotiate terms.
Emma moved again, her thigh sliding across mine, brushing right where it ached most.
“Emma,” I growled.
“Ethan,” she mimicked, voice all sugar and silk.
I rolled over, pinning her under me in one smooth motion. Her eyes widened just a fraction, breath catching, but she didn’t pull back.
She never did.
“Don’t tempt me,” I said, voice low.
She bit her bottom lip, eyes flicking between mine. “But what if I want to be tempted?”
Silence stretched between us. Hot. Electric.
The morning sun was beginning to filter through the blinds, golden streaks across her bare collarbone and the edge of her robe, which was dangerously loose now.
I leaned down, brushing my nose against hers. “You’re playing with fire.”
“I sleep with an incubus,” she whispered. “I’m already burned.”
I kissed her then. Soft at first. Just lips. Then deeper. She arched into me, arms curling around my neck as her mouth opened to meet mine. Her legs shifted, wrapping around my waist. Her chest pressed against me through the robe, and she was warm everywhere.
And yeah.
My d*ck had officially picked a side.
But right now?
This still wasn’t about lust. Not entirely.
It was about waking up in her bed and feeling wanted before I opened my eyes. About laughter layered into kisses. About the kind of softness I didn’t know I needed until she gave it.
I pulled back, forehead resting against hers.
“You’re dangerous,” I whispered again.
She smiled. “And yet you keep showing up in my room.”
I chuckled, burying my face in her neck, letting myself sink into her one more time before the day could pull me away.