The Incubus System Chapter 1455. Please Seek Therapy

The Incubus System Chapter 1455. Please Seek Therapy

Ruby rested her chin on her hand and grinned at Astra like a fox spotting emotional weakness. “You like him.”

“I do not.”

“You absolutely do.”

“I am studying him.”

Ruby’s grin widened. “Ohhh. So it’s intellectual attraction.”

Astra looked horrified. “It is not attraction!”

Puriel quietly sipped her tea while failing very badly at hiding her smile.

Ruby leaned even closer. “What was it? Love at first sight?”

I deadpanned immediately. “She literally tried killing me at first sight.”

Ruby waved her hand dismissively. “No, no. I mean Ethan.”

I blinked. “…What?”

She pointed directly at my face. “This version.”

Right.

The weird human-form preference thing.

Ruby smirked mischievously. “I also fought you when you showed up as Damian.”

I stared at her. “That sentence sounds concerning.”

“Because you were hot in a dangerous way.” Ruby shrugged casually. “Ethan is hot in a ‘tie him up and keep him way’.”

“Please seek therapy.”

“No. You are my therapy~”

I slowly turned toward the sisters again. “So you guys genuinely like Ethan more than Damian?”

Puriel immediately shook her head. “I don’t hate Damian. But…” She glanced at me shyly. “…you look better like this.”

I leaned back in my chair slowly. “I see.” A pause. “I understand the preference.”

Another pause.

“But the logic still makes no sense.”

Astra looked thoughtful for a second before answering softly.

“Damian looks like someone powerful.”

I immediately pointed at myself.

“Uh… I am powerful.”

Astra blinked once.

I gestured vaguely at my entire body.

“Turning into my human form doesn’t suddenly uninstall my powers.”

Ruby snorted loudly. “Uninstall.”

“I’m serious,” I argued. “I can still destroy walls like this. I don’t need horns and wings to do that.”

Puriel giggled softly behind her cup.

Astra looked oddly thoughtful now. “That’s true,” she admitted quietly.

“Thank you.”

“But Ethan looks…” She hesitated again. “…safer.”

I stared at her.

Deeply.

“That sounds emotionally manipulative somehow.”

“It’s honest.”

“That makes it worse.”

“And Ethan…” Her gaze lingered on my face again briefly before she looked away. “…looks easier to approach.”

Ruby instantly whispered, “He looks breedable.”

“RUBY.”

She looked at me and put her innocent face. “What?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT?”

Celia burst into laughter so suddenly she almost dropped her spoon.

Even Shadow looked mildly impressed from atop the cabinet.

Meanwhile Astra’s entire face turned red again.

Puriel looked like she was reconsidering every life choice that led her here tonight.

I sighed deeply and focused back on my food before my sanity dissolved further.

The conversation mellowed out slightly afterward.

Not silent.

Just softer.

More relaxed.

Astra stopped looking battle-ready every five seconds. Puriel looked genuinely happy sitting beside her sister again. Foxy relaxed enough to stop subtly guarding my chair like a bodyguard with emotional attachment issues.

Even Red finally laid down properly near my feet.

Progress.

Tiny progress.

I finished the last bite eventually and exhaled quietly.

“Good food. I will give this 10/10.”

Celia immediately folded her arms proudly.

“Big talk from someone who can barely make scrambled eggs.”

I pointed at her defensively. “I can cook.”

Ruby snorted.

Shadow looked unconvinced from across the room.

“Barely,” Celia corrected.

“At least it’s edible.”

Celia stared at me. “For you.”

Direct hit.

Foxy quietly raised her hand from beside Astra. “I agree with Celia.”

I looked betrayed instantly. “Rude.”

She huffed dramatically while smiling anyway.

I gathered the dishes afterward.

Astra blinked at me. “You wash dishes yourself?”

I looked at her. “Yes?”

Astra looked genuinely confused. “But you’re the head of the house.”

“That doesn’t magically make plates clean.”

Ruby immediately pointed dramatically. “That’s why Ethan is husband material.”

I almost dropped a plate. “Not for you.”

Ruby grinned wickedly. “Too late.”

I escaped into the kitchen before that conversation could mutate further.

The warm water ran softly over my hands as I started washing dishes one by one. The familiar domestic rhythm grounded me again.

Normal.

As normal as my life could still pretend to be anyway.

From the dining room I could still hear them talking quietly.

Puriel asking Astra about the Light Realm.

Astra asking awkward questions about human life.

The weirdest part wasn’t that Astra stayed.

It was how naturally everyone was slowly adapting to it.

Like this house just accepted chaos automatically now.

I dried another plate slowly and glanced toward the dining room entrance.

Astra sat there beneath the warm lights, no halo visible anymore, quietly listening while Puriel spoke.

Less divine.

Less untouchable.

Just… lonely.

And somehow that made more sense to me than the terrifying angel from earlier.

My reflection stared back faintly from the kitchen window.

Human face.

Ethan.

Not Damian.

And weirdly enough?

I just realized how people genuinely reacted differently to those two versions of me.

One inspired fear.

The other inspired affection.

I still didn’t fully understand it.

Because honestly?

Back then… I wasn’t really proud of this face.

My mind drifted quietly toward the past while the warm sounds of the house blurred softly behind me. Before powers. Before wings. Before people looked at me like I was dangerous or special or terrifying.

I was just… Ethan.

Average face.

Average body.

Weak.

Poor.

Forgettable.

The kind of guy people walked past without noticing twice.

And yeah… my self-esteem back then was horrible.

I genuinely thought no one would ever love me like that. Not romantically. Not deeply. I thought at best I’d become background character number three in somebody else’s story.

Then the incubus powers came.

The nephilim blood.

The demonic form.

Part of me immediately latched onto Damian because he felt like a better version of me. Stronger. Hotter. More confident. The version people actually looked at.

The version worth wanting.

But now…

One by one…

Puriel.

Ruby.

Foxy.

Celia.

Even Astra somehow.

They kept looking at Ethan like he mattered too.

Like this version was enough already.

And that feeling?

Yeah.

It did something weird to my chest.

Warm.

Fragile.

Dangerously comforting.

Part of me was starting to think maybe I preferred this version too.