The Incubus System Chapter 1417. This is Not Why I Came Here!
The Incubus System Chapter 1417. This is Not Why I Came Here!
The portal closed behind me with a soft hum.
And I stood there.
In the middle of Lilieth’s room.
Still in t-shirt.
Still in jeans.
Still wearing sneakers.
Still carrying my college bag.
Broke student aesthetic in the most luxurious demonic bedroom imaginable.
The contrast was violent.
Her room was elegant. Dark velvet curtains. Polished obsidian floors. Soft glowing lanterns that gave off a sensual amber hue. The bed alone looked like it cost more than a small kingdom.
And me?
I looked like I got lost on my way to class and accidentally invaded a fantasy photoshoot.
I cringed physically.
“Oh right…” I muttered under my breath. “I should be going to Lord Damon’s throne room. Or office.”
Professional. Yes. That was the original plan.
But before I could use my Teleportation skills, warm arms slid around me from behind.
Soft. Familiar.
A low purr vibrated against my back.
“Ethan,” she murmured near my ear. “This is the first time you came like this.”
Her chin brushed lightly against my shoulder.
“Is this some kind of role play?”
My spine went rigid for half a second.
Her fingers traced lazily over my chest through the thin fabric of my shirt.
“Should I be your teacher?” she continued, voice dropping lower. “Or Professor~?”
Oh.
No.
No, no, no.
I turned slowly.
And yeah.
She stepped in front of me.
Lilieth.
Wearing a teacher outfit.
Not the strict, conservative, glasses and frown type.
No.
This was the exaggerated, scandalous version from a questionable p0rn movie.
Tight blouse. Pencil skirt. Heels that clicked softly against the floor. The blouse strategically unbuttoned just enough to suggest mischief.
She adjusted imaginary glasses that didn’t exist.
“I believe you are late for class,” she said, voice smooth like silk dipped in sin.
My brain short-circuited for a second.
‘This is not why I came here.’
‘This is not why I came here!’
‘This is not why I came here!!!’
…Okay maybe a little bit.
But still.
“I—” I cleared my throat. “I was actually planning to visit Lord Damon.”
She tilted her head, pretending to think.
“Mm. That sounds dreadfully boring.”
Her fingers slid down to the strap of my bag.
“You came straight from the human world.”
She stepped closer, eyes scanning me slowly. “T-shirt. Jeans. Sneakers.” Her lips curved slightly. “You look… deliciously normal.”
I swallowed.
It’s unfair how easily she destabilizes me.
I am literally carrying a business textbook right now.
She circled me slowly. Heels clicking softly.
“You missed me,” she said lightly.
Did I?
…Yes.
But I wasn’t about to admit that so easily.
“I came to discuss security matters,” I said, trying to regain composure.
“Of course you did.”
She stopped in front of me again.
Her hand rested lightly on my chest.
“And yet you opened the portal to my room.”
I hesitated.
Damn it.
That was instinct.
Or comfort.
Or both.
The demon realm feels less threatening when it smells like her perfume.
Which is a dangerously honest thought.
“I didn’t calculate the coordinates properly,” I said weakly.
She laughed softly. “You always calculate.” Her fingers traced lightly along my collarbone. “You came here first.”
I exhaled slowly.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
Because in the middle of angel surveillance and ancient grudges, I instinctively sought her space.
Warm. Confident. Playful.
Not tragic. Not grieving. Not obsessed with the past.
Just… present.
She leaned closer, lowering her voice.
“So tell me,” she whispered. “Student… what lesson do you require today?”
And for a brief, ridiculous moment… All felt very far away.
Because right now?
I was a nineteen year old man in jeans standing in front of a demon queen dressed like my fantasy and teasing me like it was her profession.
Which… technically… it was.
No.
No no no.
Focus, Ethan.
You did not come here for this.
You came to ask Lord Damon about a celestial surveillance familiar sent directly by the Light King.
You came to discuss security artifacts, warning systems, maybe something that could keep Larry from being abducted by angels in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon.
Serious things.
Important things.
Realm-level things.
And right now, the Succubus Queen was standing half a step away from me looking like a walking academic scandal.
Focus.
Focus!
She kissed me.
Not a light kiss. Not a teasing peck.
A full, unapologetic kiss that made my brain completely abandon its very serious political agenda.
My thoughts scattered instantly.
Because yeah…
I might be dealing with angel kings and demon politics, but I was still a nineteen-year-old man whose brain short-circuits when a succubus queen decides to kiss him like she owns the moment.
Her lips were warm. Slow. Confident.
There was no hesitation in it.
Which was exactly her style.
My hands hovered uselessly for half a second before instinct kicked in and I caught her waist lightly.
She hummed softly against my mouth, clearly pleased with how fast my resolve collapsed.
When she finally pulled back, she looked amused.
I groaned under my breath.
“You’re evil.”
“Correct.”
Her fingers slid lazily up my chest again, brushing the fabric of my shirt like she was inspecting a particularly interesting specimen.
Her eyes glittered faintly.
“You look like a student who wandered into the wrong story.”
I huffed.
“That’s because I am a student.”
“Mm.”
She circled around me slowly, heels clicking softly across the polished floor.
“And yet,” she continued lightly, “this student opened a portal directly into the bedroom of a demon queen.”
Okay.
Fair point.
Before I could respond, she nudged me backward slightly.
The movement was subtle.
But deliberate.
Another step.
Another.
And suddenly the edge of the massive velvet-covered bed brushed against the back of my legs.
I stopped.
She didn’t.
A moment later she reached behind herself and…
Somehow summoned a slender pointer stick out of thin air.
A literal teacher’s pointer.
I stared at it. “Oh no…”
She tapped it lightly against my shoulder. “Late students require discipline.”
I stared harder. “Did you seriously summon a pointer for this?”
She tilted her head innocently. “Immersion matters.”