The Incubus System Chapter 1443. Welcome to My Room
The Incubus System Chapter 1443. Welcome to My Room
She said it without blinking.
“What’s the point? You’ve already brainwashed her.”
I stared at her for a second.
Then I laughed.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just… a low, dark chuckle that slipped out before I could stop it.
“Really?” I tilted my head slightly, still crouched over her, shadows binding her wrists and ankles. “You sure you’re not talking about yourself?”
Her eyes narrowed instantly.
“Liar.”
I exhaled slowly through my nose, shaking my head.
“See, that’s exactly what I mean,” I said, tapping the side of my temple lightly. “You haven’t seen anything. You’re running on secondhand information. Half-truths. Probably filtered through whatever ‘holy news network’ you guys have up here.”
She didn’t respond.
But her gaze didn’t soften either.
“You believe one side,” I continued, my tone losing some of the humor, settling into something more grounded. “And now I’m literally offering you the chance to verify it yourself… and you’re still calling me a liar.”
A pause.
The air between us felt… different now.
Less explosive.
More… tense.
“You just want me dead,” I added, quieter this time. “That’s easier.”
That landed.
I saw it.
That tiny flicker in her eyes.
Not agreement.
But hesitation.
Good.
Because hesitation meant cracks.
And cracks meant we weren’t done yet.
She didn’t move for a few seconds.
Didn’t struggle.
Didn’t attack.
Just… thought.
And yeah.
I let her.
Didn’t rush.
Didn’t push.
Because this?
This part mattered more than the fight.
Then finally…
“Fine.”
I blinked.
Well.
That was faster than expected.
“I will go with you,” she said, voice still cold, but less sharp. “Half an hour. That’s all I have.”
My grin returned immediately.
“Great.”
I stood up and snapped my fingers lightly.
The shadows dissolved.
[Dark Bound Cancelled]
She didn’t attack.
Didn’t even move immediately.
Just slowly stood up, brushing invisible dust off her outfit like this was still some kind of formal meeting and not a full-on boss fight five seconds ago.
Yeah.
I respected that.
“Alright,” I said, rolling my shoulders slightly. “Let’s—”
She snapped her fingers.
The air shifted.
Again.
But this time?
Different.
Lighter.
Cleaner.
Like something that had been pressing down on me this entire time just… lifted.
[Your skills effectiveness has returned to 100%]
I blinked.
“…Oh.”
I flexed my fingers slightly.
Yeah.
That felt better.
Much better.
“Finally,” I muttered. “Was wondering when I’d get full access back.”
She didn’t comment.
Just watched me.
Still cautious.
Still judging.
But not attacking.
Progress.
I raised my hand.
Focused.
“Portal. Human world.”
Dark energy surged.
This time, it responded.
[You have opened a portal]
The space in front of us warped, folding inward as a familiar tear opened, edges crackling with shadow and faint gold light.
I stared at it for a second.
“Yes.”
Actual relief.
Finally.
An exit.
I stepped closer, glancing back at her.
“Come on,” I said casually. “I’ll make you honey milk tea.” A pause. “Despite the fact I’m terrible at cooking.”
She didn’t react.
Still judging.
Still analyzing.
Still probably mentally preparing to kill me if I tried anything.
Fair.
I stepped through.
The shift hit instantly.
The clean, divine air vanished.
Replaced by…
Mess.
Warmth.
Familiar chaos.
My room.
I stepped out fully, boots landing on slightly cluttered flooring as I stretched my shoulders lightly.
“Welcome to my room,” I said, turning with a proud grin.
Her eyes moved.
From me.
To the bed.
Back to me.
Then again.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
“Pervert.”
I blinked.
“What—per—”
I turned.
And saw it.
…
Ruby.
Sleeping.
Peacefully.
On my bed.
Completely.
Naked.
And… yeah.
My underwear?
Firmly. Planted. On her face.
I froze.
One second.
Two.
Three.
My brain tried to process the situation, failed spectacularly, and just gave up mid-loading.
Then… smack!
My palm met my face so hard it echoed like a dramatic sound effect in a low-budget anime.
“I’m innocent.”
Dead serious.
Full conviction.
No hesitation.
Because clearly this was not what it looked like.
Ruby mumbled softly, hugging the pillow tighter, absolutely unbothered by my entire life collapsing behind me.
Astra didn’t look convinced.
At all.
Not even a little.
“She’s my servant,” I added quickly, hands half-raised like I was surrendering in court. “Also… my stalker.”
Astra crossed her arms slowly. Deliberately. Judging me like I just committed a crime against divine law and basic decency.
“You made her like this, didn’t you?”
I dropped my hand from my face and stared at her.
Flat. Honest. Almost offended.
“No.”
A beat.
“She was crazy from the start.”
On cue, Ruby shifted slightly on the bed. She hugged the pillow tighter, letting out a soft, content murmur like she was dreaming about something very inappropriate.
And then…
My underwear… slipped.
Lower.
Right over her nose.
I stared.
Just stared.
Then slowly turned my head back toward Astra.
“You see what I’m dealing with?”
Silence.
Judgment.
Heavy, divine judgment.
I pointed weakly at the bed. “This is not helping my case, is it?”
“No.”
“Yeah.”
I sighed.
Deeply.
Like a man watching his dignity pack its bags and leave without saying goodbye.
Because of course.
Of all moments.
Of all possible timings.
This.
This had to be her first impression of me.
A divine goddess.
In my room.
Looking at my naked stalker servant wearing my underwear like it’s some kind of sacred relic.
I rubbed my face again, dragging my palm down slowly.
“Give me five seconds,” I muttered. “I can fix this. Probably.”
I walked over, grabbed a blanket, and threw it over Ruby in one swift motion. She stirred, mumbled something incoherent, then went right back to sleep like nothing happened.
I carefully removed the underwear from her face.
Paused.
Then tossed it aside like it had personally betrayed me.
I turned back.
Astra was still staring.
Unimpressed.
Judging.
Probably questioning every life choice that led her here.
“Okay,” I raised both hands slightly. “Before you say anything else, this is not the ‘corruption’ you think it is.”
She didn’t respond.
But her eyes?
Yeah.
Still very much saying ‘You expect me to believe that?’
I exhaled.
“Alright. This is going to take longer than thirty minutes.”