The Incubus System Chapter 1407. Hot New Professor

The Incubus System Chapter 1407. Hot New Professor

The hallway lights buzzed faintly above us. Most of the seats were already filled. The air carried that stale mix of coffee breath and printer ink.

Normal.

So painfully normal.

And for a second, I almost let myself enjoy that.

Larry stretched his legs out, cracking his knuckles lazily.

The footsteps came.

Not rushed.

Measured.

The hallway outside had gone quiet already. Class was starting.

The door opened.

And she walked in.

Blonde hair.

Silver gold eyes.

Perfect posture.

Tailored suit that screamed authority but still somehow looked elegant enough to step into a celestial courtroom.

The entire class shifted.

The guys straightened in their seats. A few of them actually adjusted their hair. The girls leaned forward with that immediate awe reaction when someone clearly powerful enters a room.

And me?

I felt my stomach drop.

No.

No no no.

Both of us cringed at the same time.

Her eyes met mine for half a second.

Recognition.

Then she masked it instantly.

“Good morning, class,” she said smoothly. Her voice carried that polished, resonant clarity that could command armies. “My name is Professor Lysathiel. Today I will teach you Corporate Advanced Management.”

The boys were smiling like idiots.

The girls were whispering in admiration.

Larry and I?

Frozen.

Because that wasn’t just some new professor.

That was her.

Lysathiel.

Queen of the Light Dimension.

The woman who greeted me yesterday like we were on diplomatic terms.

And now she was standing at the front of my classroom holding a pad.

Larry leaned toward me slowly.

“That’s her, right?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I muttered without moving my lips much.

“The queen of angels?”

“Yeah.”

He blinked twice.

“…Why is she here?”

“I don’t know.”

He frowned slightly.

“Either for me or you,” I added under my breath.

He nodded slowly.

“…Or both of us.”

I stared at him.

He tilted his head.

“Are we going to do a threesome?”

I looked at him like I was begging the universe for better allies.

“Larry.”

“What? You don’t know her hobbies.”

“She’s the queen of the Light Dimension.”

“And?”

“There is no scenario where she came here for a threesome.”

He shrugged. “You never know. We both are handsome. So she might likes both of us and can’t choose.”

I inhaled slowly.

This is why I need better friends.

But yeah, he was loyal.

Chaotic. Unfiltered. But loyal.

I turned my attention back to the front.

Lysathiel had already begun teaching.

And the worst part?

She was doing it perfectly.

Just clean slides. Organized points. Clear explanations.

“Corporate structures function similarly to power hierarchies,” she said calmly. “If leadership fails to balance influence and responsibility, collapse becomes inevitable.”

Her eyes flicked to me.

Just for a fraction of a second.

I felt that.

Not accusation.

Not threat.

Assessment.

I forced myself to look down at my notebook.

Take notes.

Be normal.

But my pen hovered mid-air.

What are you doing here?

What’s the angle?

Is this intimidation?

Surveillance?

Diplomacy?

Larry nudged me.

“You’re staring,” he whispered.

“I’m thinking.”

“You look like you’re thinking about murder.”

“Management theory,” I corrected.

He squinted at me.

I looked back up.

She was writing on the board now.

Her handwriting was precise.

Too precise.

She moved like someone who had lived for centuries and knew exactly how to hold a room without raising her voice.

The class was hooked.

She didn’t need to try.

That’s what made it worse.

This wasn’t some reckless angel infiltration.

This was intentional placement.

Strategic.

My calm mode kicked in harder.

Okay.

If she’s here, it’s not random.

Possibilities.

One. Psychological pressure.

Two. Observation.

Three. Direct negotiation disguised as proximity.

Four. Something I haven’t considered yet.

She continued speaking.

“An effective leader anticipates conflict before it manifests physically. Power does not always declare itself through violence.”

That line hit different.

My jaw tightened slightly.

Is that a message?

Or am I projecting?

Larry leaned again.

“She’s looking at you too much.”

“She’s scanning the room.”

“She’s scanning you.”

I didn’t respond.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

Every time she turned, her gaze lingered just a fraction longer in my direction.

Not obvious enough for the class to notice.

Obvious enough for me to feel it.

My chest didn’t tighten with fear.

It sharpened.

There’s a difference.

Fear makes you shrink.

Sharpness makes you focus.

I straightened in my seat and actually started writing.

If she’s playing human professor, I can play human student.

Let’s see who blinks first.

She asked a question to the class.

“What happens when two dominant entities attempt to expand into the same market space?”

Hands shot up.

Students answered enthusiastically.

She nodded politely.

Then her eyes shifted to me.

“And you?” she asked smoothly. “What is your opinion?”

The room turned.

Larry elbowed me.

I set my pen down slowly.

“Escalation,” I said evenly. “Unless one side strategically withdraws or redefines the battlefield.”

Her expression didn’t change.

But her eyes flickered slightly.

“And what determines withdrawal?” she asked.

“Cost-benefit ratio,” I replied. “If expansion risks destabilizing internal structure, smart leadership pulls back. If not… they commit.”

Silence.

Just for a second.

Then she smiled.

“Excellent.”

The class scribbled notes furiously.

Larry whispered, “Bro. That was flirting.”

“That was business.” Or the way she tried to assess my way of thinking.

“That was tension.”

I ignored him.

But inside?

I felt it.

Recognition.

She wasn’t here to seduce.

She was here to measure.

And maybe…

Warn?

Or threaten.

Or test.

The lecture continued smoothly after that.

She transitioned topics effortlessly. Spoke about mergers, risk analysis, structural authority.

But every so often, our eyes met again.

And every time they did, I felt the unspoken layer under it.

You know.

I know.

We’re pretending.

The bell rang.

Students packed up quickly, buzzing about how amazing the new professor was.

Larry slung his bag over his shoulder and leaned close to me.

“She’s definitely here for you.”

“Or you,” I muttered.

He grinned. “If she’s here for me, I accept.”

“You’re going to die first in an apocalypse.”

“Worth it.”