The Incubus System Chapter 1481. Could He Seduce Someone?

The Incubus System Chapter 1481. Could He Seduce Someone?

Silence.

Complete silence.

I stared at him.

Celia stared at him from the kitchen doorway.

Astra stared at him like she was calculating how far a human body could fly through a wall without dying.

Shadow, from the shelf, whispered, “Oh no.”

Red wagged his tail because Red supported friendship, even stupid friendship.

Rave cawed once. Probably laughing.

I opened my mouth.

Nothing came out.

Because… okay.

Uh.

Larry wasn’t bad.

Objectively speaking.

He was above average.

Good build. Firm muscles from demon hunter training. Could fight decently. His face wasn’t bad either. Actually, if he dressed properly and stopped talking sometimes, he could look cool. He had that casual, lazy charm thing going when he wasn’t sabotaging himself with weird jokes.

And honestly?

His loyalty was top notch.

Friendliness? High.

Kindness? High.

Courage? Questionable but present.

He could speak coolly sometimes too. I had seen it. He had moments where even I got caught off guard. Like earlier, when he told Lysathiel he pitied her. Stupid? Yes. Brave? Also yes.

But then…

Then Larry could ruin all of that in one second by opening his mouth and saying something like, “Melody has genre? Rap, phonk, or pop?”

So yeah.

Could he seduce someone?

Maybe.

Could he seduce an angelic dream hymn specialist named Loira who possibly worked for the Light Dimension and had authority over holy resonance?

Also maybe.

Could he survive it?

That was where things became spiritually and physically questionable.

Larry looked around at all our faces.

Then spread his arms.

“You don’t want to comment?”

Nobody answered.

He pointed at me. “Like anything? I accept refusal. Any commentary is fine.”

I scratched my cheek. “Uh…”

Larry waited.

I glanced at Astra.

Puriel.

Then back to Larry.

“Can it work? Yes.”

Larry immediately pointed at me. “See?”

I raised one finger. “Can the plan kill you? Also yes.”

His finger lowered.

I continued, “Even I don’t know if I could do it. The seduction and stuff.” Then I paused. “And I’m an incubus.”

Larry gave me an annoying stare.

A very annoying stare.

The kind of stare best friends used when they knew exactly where your argument was weak.

“Yeah…” he said slowly. “I believe it.”

Then he glanced at Puriel.

Then Astra.

His face clearly said, ‘Oh, look. There are clearly two angels who fell for you.’

I shot him a look back. My look said, ‘Hey, they fell for me accidentally, not on purpose.’

Larry’s smirk sharpened.

His expression answered, ‘Yeah, right. I believe it. You have more than a dozen women in your harem and you want to say you didn’t seduce any of them?’

Shit.

He got me there.

I hated silent arguments with Larry because somehow he became smarter when he didn’t speak.

Astra’s eyes narrowed.

“Why are you two communicating with facial expressions?”

“Friendship,” Larry said.

“Trauma,” I corrected.

Puriel tilted her head. “You want to seduce Loira?”

Larry turned toward her and held up both hands. “Strategically.”

Syntyche laughed softly. “Oh, I like him.”

“No,” I said immediately. “Do not encourage him.”

Nefaris leaned back, smiling with visible delight. “A mortal attempting to seduce a High Choir angel to prevent heavenly manipulation. How charming.”

“See?” Larry said. “The vampire queen gets it.”

“The vampire queen also likes watching chaos,” I said.

Nefaris placed one hand on her chest. “My love, you wound me.”

“You’re smiling.”

“I enjoy being wounded by you.”

Celia coughed from the kitchen. “Please don’t say things like that near food.”

“Sorry,” Nefaris said, not sorry at all.

Astra folded her arms. “Larry, you do understand Loira is not some ordinary woman you can impress with confidence and hair flipping.”

Larry slowly lowered his hand from his hair. “I didn’t flip it.”

“You did.”

“I swept it.”

“That is worse,” Shadow said.

Larry pointed at the shelf. “No cat commentary.”

Shadow’s tail flicked. “Tch.”

Puriel looked at Larry with genuine concern.

“Loira’s authority is not centered only on dreams. Her hymns can influence emotion, memory rhythm, and inner light resonance. If you approach her carelessly, she may read the trace of Renart’s blood in you more clearly.”

Larry’s smile faded a little.

Reality hit him.

Finally.

“So seducing her could make things worse,” he said.

“Yes,” Astra said.

I nodded. “Very worse.”

Larry frowned. “But if she’s the one contacting me, doesn’t that mean she’ll come again anyway?”

Annoyingly, he had a point.

Larry continued, more serious now.

“I’m not saying I’ll jump into her arms in dreamland and ask for holy marriage or something.”

“Good,” I said.

“I’m saying… if she comes again, maybe I can talk to her.”

Puriel studied him. “Talk.”

“Yeah.”

Astra’s eyes narrowed. “You said seduce.”

Larry shrugged. “Talking with extra charm.”

I facepalmed again. “Larry.”

“What? That’s what seducing is.”

“No, that is a dangerously incomplete definition.”

Syntyche raised one finger. “Not completely wrong.” She smiled innocently.

I looked back at Larry. “Listen. I get what you’re trying to do.”

Larry’s expression softened slightly. “Do you?”

“Yes. You don’t want to stay passive. You don’t want to be prey. You want to turn the situation around before it turns you into a tool.”

He looked down for half a second.

Then nodded.

“Yeah.”

I sighed.

That part, I understood.

Painfully.

Because I was the same.

Every time someone tried to use me, something inside me wanted to grab the chain and yank until their hand broke.

“But,” I said, “there’s a difference between taking control and walking into a trap wearing perfume.”

Larry opened his mouth.

Then stopped.

“That was actually a good line.”

“Thanks.”

Astra looked at me. “If he speaks with Loira again under protection, we may learn more.”

I blinked at her. “Are you supporting this madness?”

“I am not supporting seduction.” Her eyes sharpened at Larry. “I am supporting monitored communication.”

Puriel nodded slowly. “With a proper dream anchor, and if he sleeps here, we can observe the contact attempt.”

Larry pointed at Puriel. “See? Monitored communication.”

I stared at him for a long second.

Then sighed.

“Fine. We’ll discuss the suicidal dream-flirting strategy later.”

Larry grinned like he had won a war.

I pointed at him before he could celebrate more.

“But now? You’re going home.”