The Incubus System Chapter 1406. Chaotic Seduction

The Incubus System Chapter 1406. Chaotic Seduction

I leaned back in my chair and looked at the ceiling for a moment.

Yep. Nope. I don’t care anymore. Let her have it.

Sometimes, when it comes to Ruby, I genuinely question who the incubus is in this house.

Because I swear, she radiates more chaotic seduction energy than I do. I’m the one with demonic blood. I’m the one who literally gains EXP from sex. And yet she’s the one stealing underwear and smiling like she just conquered a kingdom.

I dropped my gaze back down slowly.

She was still leaning against the table, calm as ever. That white fabric peeking from her pocket like a victory flag.

I should be annoyed.

I was… mildly annoyed.

But mostly? I was tired.

Tired in that way where your brain has to decide which chaos to prioritize. Angel invasion? Border destabilization? Or underwear theft?

Priorities.

Before I could say anything else, another voice cut in.

“Anyway… what’s your plan, Ethan? You can’t just sit down and wait for them to come to you.”

I turned.

And nearly had a heart attack.

Mrs. Clea.

Standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Same energy as Ruby. Composed. Elegant. Unbothered.

And judging from the faint dust on her sleeve?

Window.

Again.

I blinked slowly.

“Do we have a front door?” I asked flatly. “Is coming from the front door illegal now?”

Red barked once in agreement.

Shadow flicked his tail like this was a common problem.

Mrs. Clea smiled lightly and walked toward the table. “Ruby gave me the idea.”

I looked at Ruby.

She smiled sweetly at me.

Damn her.

A very unholy thought flashed through my head.

Tie her up. F*ck her. All night long.

Maybe with a bit of spank.

But no. That would absolutely make her happy. She would take that as encouragement. She would escalate.

I kept my composure.

Barely.

Mrs. Clea sat down gracefully. “We cannot ignore the border issue.”

Yeah. No kidding.

The room shifted again. The comedic energy from earlier drained slightly. The atmosphere grew heavier. Not panicked. Just aware.

I folded my hands loosely on the table.

The idea came to me fast.

“If the rift goes both ways…” I started slowly, watching everyone’s reaction, “what if I sneak into the Light Realm first? Cause some damage. Mess up their preparation before they act. Maybe a little ‘boom’ here and there?”

There was a pause.

Puriel looked at me like I just suggested punching the sun.

“Do you think they can’t detect your demonic power?” she asked quietly.

I shrugged. “Hey. I’m half angel.”

She didn’t blink. “You still have demonic power. They will detect you instantly.”

Fair.

Ruby tapped the table lightly. “Then how about you prepare your own army? Bigger than this.”

Her eyes swept across the room.

Red. Shadow. Rave. Buni. Foxy. Celia. Puriel.

We were a weird group.

Effective.

But small.

I looked at Ruby slowly.

“So that means full escalation? War-scale escalation? In the human world?”

She visibly cringed.

“…Okay, yeah. That was a bad idea.”

Yep, because the last thing I needed was large-scale collateral damage in the city I attend college in.

I leaned back again, fingers drumming lightly against the table.

Silence settled.

This time, it wasn’t awkward.

It was strategic.

I could feel the weight of everyone watching me. Waiting for me to say something decisive. Something leader-like.

I hated that feeling.

Not because I didn’t want responsibility.

But because I knew if I leaned into it too hard, I might start enjoying it too much.

That’s the dangerous line.

“I’ll think about it later,” I said finally.

Not dismissive. Just honest.

The room relaxed a fraction.

“But since it’s already shifting this way…” I continued, “I guess I need to speak with Lord Damon.”

Even saying his name felt heavier now.

Political disaster if this goes wrong.

Puriel watched me carefully when I said it. Not judgmental. Just assessing.

Mrs. Clea nodded slowly. “He should know.”

“Yeah.”

I checked the clock on the wall.

9:56 AM.

“…You’re kidding.”

Celia looked at me. “What?”

“I have class.”

She stared. “You’re worried about class?”

“Yes,” I said firmly. “I’m not letting angel invasion ruin my attendance record. Damian Lucio Malignus maybe a demon prince, but Ethan Strongheat is a good student.”

Shadow snorted.

Foxy tilted her head slightly. “Master, should I accompany you?”

“No,” I said, standing up. “If something weird happens, I need you to protect Celia.”

I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder.

Ruby leaned back slightly. “Running away?”

“Strategic retreat to academia,” I corrected.

Puriel’s lips twitched faintly.

I opened my hand.

Space folded.

[You have opened a portal]

The familiar ripple expanded in front of me.

I looked at all of them one last time.

“See you later, guys.”

Red wagged his tail once.

Buni nodded solemnly.

Rave gave a low caw.

Celia crossed her arms. “Don’t flirt with angels.”

“I flirt with everyone.”

She glared.

I smirked and stepped into the portal.

The rooftop wind hit me instantly when I emerged.

Cool. Clean. Bright.

City noise below. Cars. People. Normal life.

For a moment, I just stood there.

Looking out.

It’s funny how the world keeps moving even when cosmic borders destabilize.

I adjusted my bag and started moving toward the rooftop exit. My steps were fast now. Purposeful.

No depression fog.

Just… motion.

I scrambled down the stairs and slipped into the hallway just as the bell rang.

Larry was already leaning against the wall outside the classroom.

He looked at me.

Then looked at the clock.

Then back at me.

“You’re not late,” he said with that ‘I’m trying to look cool’ tone.

“I know.”

I went inside, and he followed. “You look… weirdly okay.”

“I am okay,” I emphasized.

He narrowed his eyes. “Did you finally sleep?”

I sat down. “Something like that.”

He snorted. “You’re scary when you’re calm.”

I smiled slightly.

That part?

He wasn’t wrong.

Because calm Ethan doesn’t spiral.

Calm Ethan plans.