The Incubus System Chapter 1452. Under The Table I

The Incubus System Chapter 1452. Under The Table I

I narrowed my eyes slightly while eating.

‘…Do angels seriously prefer weak-looking guys?’

Because this body looked way less threatening.

No monstrous aura.

Just Ethan.

Tired college guy.

Apparently, that was more dangerous somehow.

Astra noticed me catching her staring.

Immediately looked away.

Too fast.

Suspicious.

Ruby noticed too.

She leaned toward me slowly and whispered near my ear.

“She wants to kiss you.”

I almost choked on my food. “That is NOT helping.”

She grinned wickedly.

“Oh, she definitely does.”

Across the table Astra’s ears turned slightly red.

Ruby was right.

And honestly?

That realization alone already made this dinner ten times more dangerous.

Because now every time Astra glanced at me, my brain immediately noticed it. The tiny hesitation. The faint pink on her cheeks. The way her eyes kept drifting toward me before snapping away whenever I caught her.

Which was insane.

Absolutely insane.

A few hours ago she tried to stab me with holy weapons.

Now she looked one emotional conversation away from writing my name in a diary.

Ruby noticed all of it too.

That woman could smell emotional instability like a shark smelling blood in water.

Her smirk widened slowly.

Then she leaned toward me and whispered near my ear.

“I’m going to mess with her a little.”

I narrowed my eyes instantly.

“What do you want to do?”

Ruby’s eyes gleamed.

“Just feel.”

“…Feel?”

“Feel,” she repeated innocently. “And endure.”

That sentence alone activated every survival instinct I had.

Before I could stop her, Ruby glanced toward Astra, smirked wickedly and disappeared below the table.

I blinked.

Once.

Then immediately looked downward.

“…Ruby?”

No answer.

Just movement.

Subtle.

Dangerously subtle.

Then…

Oh no.

My entire body jolted slightly as I felt fingers tugging at my pants beneath the table.

“Ruby,” I hissed under my breath, trying very hard to keep my face normal while Celia continued eating beside me completely unaware.

Well.

Mostly unaware.

Puriel paused mid-sip.

Astra blinked.

And under the table?

Chaos.

Ruby hummed softly against my thigh like she was completely comfortable ruining my mental stability during family dinner.

Then I felt warm breath near the tip of my shaft.

My entire spine stiffened instantly.

Ruby purred softly beneath the table.

“Ah… my favorite little guy,” she whispered affectionately. “I missed you~”

I almost choked on air.

“Ruby—”

Then I felt a soft kiss against the sensitive tip.

My fingers tightened around the spoon immediately.

My face heated instantly.

I could feel it.

And the worst part?

Ruby knew exactly what she was doing.

She always knew.

That woman weaponized affection and shamelessness like a military strategy.

Below the table, slow teasing kisses trailed along my shaft while she hummed softly to herself, completely unbothered by the catastrophic situation she was creating.

“Ruby,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “At least let me finish eating first.”

Ignored.

Absolutely ignored.

Instead I felt another slow kiss near the tip followed by warm breath teasing against sensitive skin.

My shoulders tensed hard.

“…Ugh.”

Across the table Puriel’s eyes widened.

Celia slowly lowered her spoon.

“Oh wow,” she whispered.

I pointed at her immediately without looking.

“Do not narrate this.”

“Sorry,” she whispered immediately.

Then quieter…

“But this really is live action…”

“CELIA.”

Meanwhile Astra kept staring at me.

And honestly?

I expected judgment.

Anger.

A holy lecture.

Something.

Anything.

Instead...

Her face slowly turned red.

Not subtle red either.

Actual visible blush.

My brain stalled again.

Wait.

What?

Why was she blushing?!

She was the one who called me corrupted twenty minutes ago!

Now she looked like she accidentally walked into an extremely inappropriate romance drama and didn’t know whether to leave or keep watching.

And somehow?

That reaction made this whole thing even worse.

Because suddenly I became hyperaware of everything.

Ruby’s teasing under the table.

Astra’s eyes lingering too long.

Puriel trying and failing to pretend she wasn’t affected by the atmosphere.

My own heartbeat getting louder.

I exhaled slowly through my nose and leaned back slightly in my chair, trying very hard to maintain some dignity while Ruby continued her campaign of psychological warfare beneath the tablecloth.

“Ruby…”

Her only response was another pleased little hum.

Then her tongue traced a slow, deliberate circle around the head, and my hips shifted without permission.

I heard Celia gasp softly beside me.

“Okay,” I muttered, mostly to myself. “This is happening.”

Across the table, Astra looked like her entire worldview was being rewritten in real time.

Her fingers trembled slightly around her tea cup.

Her eyes kept darting between my flushed face, the subtle movements under the table, and Puriel’s expression like she was trying to calculate the probability of divine intervention.

And then her gaze caught mine again.

And this time she didn’t look away.

She just… watched.

Blushing.

Breathing slightly faster.

My entire brain short-circuited for a solid second.

Ruby chose that exact moment to take me fully into her mouth, warm and wet and impossibly skilled, and a soft choked sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.

Puriel’s knuckles went white around her cup.

Astra’s blush deepened dramatically, spreading down her neck.

And my willpower evaporated.

I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles mirroring Puriel’s, and met Astra’s wide, shocked eyes.

For a long moment, nobody breathed.

The only sounds in the room were Ruby’s quiet, eager sounds from beneath the table, and the frantic thumping of my own blood in my ears.

"NG... Ruby," I whispered. I glanced down. Yeah, big mistake. Her head was bobbing up and down, her pink hair spilling over my thighs. She was completely absorbed in her task.

She glanced up, her eyes flashing with mischief as she swirled her tongue around my shaft.

My hips bucked up, pushing myself deeper into her throat. She took me in, her throat constricting around me as she swallowed.

A strangled groan escaped my lips. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the sounds, but it was no use.