The Incubus System Chapter 1403. Quieter
The Incubus System Chapter 1403. Quieter
She watched my face closely.
“Good enough that I can think straight,” I added.
Her expression softened.
“That’s good,” she said quietly. “You were really restless last night.”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “My head wouldn’t shut up.”
“And now?”
“Now it’s… quieter.”
She smiled at that.
I ran a hand through her hair gently. “You helped.”
She pretended to gasp. “Me? I did nothing.”
“You made tea.”
“Tea is powerful,” she said solemnly.
I snorted. “Sure. That’s what it was.”
She pinched my side lightly. “Rude.”
I tightened my arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“For not asking too many questions.”
She tilted her head slightly. “I’ll ask when you’re ready to answer.”
That was Emma.
She didn’t pry. She waited.
There was a soft knock at the door a few minutes later.
“Breakfast,” she whispered.
I raised an eyebrow. “That was fast.”
“Efficiency,” she replied proudly.
She slipped out of bed and adjusted her robe properly this time before padding toward the door. I watched her go, admiring the way she carried herself even half-asleep.
She opened the door just a crack, grabbed the tray left outside, and closed it again before anyone could peek in.
She turned around with a grin.
“See? No father murder.”
“Yet,” I said.
She set the tray down on a small low table near the bed and gestured dramatically. “Your feast, my prince.”
I slid out of bed and joined her.
The tray held warm bread, soft scrambled eggs, sliced fruit, and two cups of fresh tea. Simple. Clean.
I picked up a piece of bread and took a bite. “Okay, this is unfair.”
“What?”
“This tastes better than my breakfast.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s just normal food.”
“It’s not,” I insisted. “It’s presentation.”
She laughed and handed me a fork. “You’re ridiculous.”
We ate slowly, sitting side by side on her bed, sharing fruit and stealing bites from each other’s plates.
She held a strawberry up to my lips.
“Open.”
“I’m not a child.”
“Open.”
I opened.
She smiled victoriously.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I said around the bite.
“Obviously.”
After a few minutes, she leaned back against the headboard, plate balanced on her lap.
“Do you think you’ll tell Lord Damon soon?” she asked gently.
I chewed thoughtfully before answering.
“I think I have to,” I said. “If the angelic pressure keeps building, he needs to know.”
“And you’re afraid he’ll be angry.”
“I’m not afraid,” I corrected automatically.
She gave me a look.
“…Okay, maybe a little.”
She reached over and wiped a crumb from the corner of my mouth with her thumb. “Even if he’s angry, he’s still your father.”
“Demon father,” I clarified.
“Still a father.”
I sighed.
“That doesn’t make it easier.”
“No,” she agreed softly. “But you don’t have to face it alone.”
I looked at her.
She wasn’t dramatic about it. She wasn’t promising to fight armies or challenge ancient lords.
She just meant she’d stand next to me.
That alone made something in my chest feel steadier.
“You’re too good,” I muttered.
She smirked. “Don’t say that. You’ll ruin my reputation.”
“You don’t have a bad reputation.”
“I’m dating a demon prince. That counts.”
I laughed.
We finished eating slowly, the mood easy now. Calm.
When we were done, she set the tray back outside the door and returned to sit beside me again.
“So,” she said. “Class at ten?”
“Unfortunately.”
She leaned her head against my shoulder. “You can stay a little longer.”
“I was planning to.”
She smiled.
We sat there in comfortable silence for a while.
The kind of silence that didn’t feel awkward. Just warm. Full. Real.
Eventually she stretched and glanced at the time. “If we don’t move now, you’re going to be late.”
“I still have two hours,” I replied lazily.
“Yes, but you also need to stop pretending you don’t smell like me.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
She grinned. “You absolutely do.”
I lifted my arm and sniffed. Okay… maybe she had a point.
“Fine,” I sighed dramatically. “Shower?”
“With me?” she asked, already standing up.
“You started this morning chaos. You’re finishing it.”
She laughed and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward her bathroom.
Her shower was ridiculous. Glass walls. Rain-style overhead water. Warm stone tiles that held heat under your feet. Even the soap smelled expensive.
Steam filled the room quickly, curling around us as she stepped under the water first. I followed right behind her.
The water hit my shoulders, warm and steady, washing away sweat and the faint after-scent of everything that happened earlier.
Emma reached for the soap and lathered it in her hands before pressing her palms against my chest.
“You’re not doing it yourself?” I asked.
She smirked. “Nope.”
Her hands moved slowly over my shoulders, down my arms, then across my chest again. Not rushed. Not teasing this time. Just gentle.
“You’re very spoiled,” she said.
“I am not.”
“You are.”
She rinsed me off, fingers trailing lightly over my skin, then turned so I could return the favor. I washed her back carefully, watching the way droplets slid down her spine.
We didn’t need to say much. The morning felt lighter now. Simple.
When we were done, she stepped out first and wrapped herself in a towel.
I snapped my fingers.
‘Demon’s Clothes.’
Dark energy flickered briefly over my body before my usual outfit materialized clean and pressed. Shirt. Pants. Boots. Like I’d never been in the shower at all.
She stared at me. “You’re such a cheat.”
“It’s efficient.”
She shook her head, smiling.
“So,” she asked, towel wrapped around her hair now, “you’ll go straight to college after this?”
I shook my head. “No. I need to go home first. My bag’s still there.”
“Responsible demon prince.”
“Occasionally.”
She stepped closer and kissed my cheek.
“See you there?” she asked.
I nodded. “See ya.”
I opened a portal beside her bed, the familiar ripple of space folding open.
Before stepping through, I looked back at her once.
She was standing there barefoot, towel around her shoulders, smiling at me.
I stepped through.