The Incubus System Chapter 1453. Under The Table II

The Incubus System Chapter 1453. Under The Table II

The room felt impossibly small, impossibly hot. Every second stretched into an eternity of sensation and awareness.

She’d pull back until just the tip remained in her mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside, then slowly, torturously, sink back down, taking me to the hilt.

I could feel the muscles in my thighs tensing, my toes curling in my shoes. My breath hitched, coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

Damn... She looked so hot. The way she looked at me. The way she played with my cock. Yeah, she managed to lock my concentration on her alone.

All the people in the room were blurry figures, but their presence made it hotter. The way they watched, the way they reacted, it was all just fuel on the fire.

My gaze drifted back to Astra, a mistake I couldn't seem to stop making. Her face was a beautiful, fascinating tapestry of shock and something else, something darker and more curious.

Her lips were parted, her breath coming in shallow pants. Her grip on her teacup was so tight her knuckles were white. She wasn't looking at Puriel. She wasn't looking at Celia. She was looking at me.

At my face.

At the way I was reacting to Ruby's touch.

A flicker of something... was it envy?

She pressed her thighs together, a subtle, almost unconscious movement that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight through me. She was imagining it. Imagining herself under the table, imagining what it would feel like to be the one making me lose control like this.

And that realization, that this stern, stoic angel was getting turned on by watching me, was the final crack in my composure. A wave of heat, intense and overwhelming, crashed over me. My control, already frayed, snapped completely.

"Ruby..." My voice was a choked whisper, raw and ragged.

She hummed in response, the vibrations a delicious, torturous promise of what was to come. And then she went in for the kill. She took me deep, her throat constricting around me as she swallowed. Her tongue, a hot, wet velvet, danced along my length, her movements becoming more urgent, more demanding.

My body arched, my head thrown back, a low, guttural moan tearing from my throat. I couldn't hold it back. I couldn't hold anything back.

I felt my release, hot and powerful, spilling into Ruby's eager mouth, and the feeling was so intense, so all-encompassing, that it was almost painful. And yes, she sucked it all in. She swallowed, her throat working, her eyes never leaving mine as she took everything I had to give.

The room was silent, save for the sound of my own ragged breaths and the soft, triumphant hum of the woman beneath the table.

Slowly, carefully, I lowered myself back into my chair. I looked down at the tablecloth, at the slight movement beneath it.

Ruby emerged from her hiding place, her face flushed, her lips glistening. She shot me a triumphant, wicked grin. Then, she turned her attention to Astra.

"See?" she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Isn't he just delicious?"

Astra didn’t say a word. She just stared, her face a brilliant, impossible shade of crimson.

Honestly?

At this point I was pretty sure her entire holy education system was collapsing in real time.

Meanwhile, I was trying very hard to recover the last surviving fragments of my dignity.

Keyword:

Trying.

I exhaled slowly, fixed my clothes under the table, and pulled my pants properly back into place before leaning against the chair again.

The room still felt hot.

Way too hot.

Celia looked like she was buffering mentally.

Puriel’s tea cup was still in her hands, though I was pretty sure she hadn’t taken another sip in several minutes.

Shadow looked deeply disappointed he didn’t get snacks out of this.

And Astra?

Yeah.

Still staring at me.

I met her eyes directly this time.

Then pointed lightly toward Ruby.

“See?”

My voice came out rougher than usual.

Fantastic.

I cleared my throat slightly.

“If you think I’m some kind of pervert just because I’m an incubus…” I leaned back slowly. “…you might want to reconsider.”

Ruby immediately wrapped herself around my arm possessively.

“I only become a pervert for you, Ethan~”

“Please stop saying romantic things after traumatizing the dining room.”

“No.”

Astra finally looked away first.

Slowly.

Almost reluctantly.

Her fingers tightened around the cup in her lap while her expression shifted into something quieter now.

Not judgment.

Not anger.

Something stranger.

Then she spoke softly.

“…You look different like this.”

I blinked.

“…Like what?”

Astra hesitated.

Actually hesitated.

Which honestly shocked me more than the fight earlier.

Then quietly…

“You look like someone worth saving.”

…

Okay.

Huh?

What?

My brain literally stalled.

I stared at her.

Astra avoided my eyes immediately afterward, cheeks still red while pretending to focus very intensely on her tea.

Meanwhile, my internal thoughts completely crashed into each other.

Because what kind of sentence was that?!

Puriel looked surprised too.

I looked toward Astra again carefully.

“…You tried killing me earlier.”

Astra nodded calmly.

“And now you’re saying I look worth saving?”

Another nod.

“Your emotional transitions are terrifying.”

Puriel suddenly laughed softly into her cup.

Astra finally glanced back toward me again, still blushing faintly but holding my gaze this time.

“When you were in your nephilim form,” she admitted quietly, “you looked dangerous.”

“I am dangerous.”

“Yes,” she agreed immediately. “But now…”

Her eyes drifted across my face again.

Softer.

“…You look human.”

Well.

That one hit way harder than expected.

Because yeah.

Most people looked at the power first.

Astra kept looking at me quietly across the table, fingers still curled around her tea cup.

“You look softer this way,” she admitted. “When you were in your nephilim form,” she continued softly, “you looked like the killer.”

Her eyes stayed on mine.

“But like this…”

A small pause.

“…You look like the one praying to us for mercy.”

Silence.

Puriel nodded slowly in agreement.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “More approachable.”

I stared at both of them.

Long.

Deeply.

Then deadpanned so hard my soul almost detached from my body.

“Are angels secretly sadists?”

Puriel immediately choked on her tea.

Astra blinked rapidly.

I pointed accusingly at the sisters. “You guys like the vulnerable aesthetic too much.”

Astra’s blush deepened instantly. “That is not what I meant.”

“Suspicious response.”