The Incubus System Chapter 1513. The Demon Hunter's First Love III

The Incubus System Chapter 1513. The Demon Hunter's First Love III

Nathan’s PoV

Larry slowly lifted one hand to his chest.

Nathan blinked. ‘What?’

The student beside Larry was Ethan.

Soft face. Average build. Harmless aura. The kind of face that made Nathan think of unfinished homework, weak handshakes, and someone who should never stand too close to a battlefield.

But there was something odd about him today.

His posture.

His eyes.

The way he tilted his head.

Ethan’s gaze landed on Damina.

His jaw dropped.

Absolute disbelief.

Nathan’s suspicion sharpened.

Why? Why did they look like that?

Did they know Damina?

Or worse…

Did they also have a crush on her?

Larry took a step forward. His eyes shimmered with dramatic accusation. “Why…?”

Damina’s expression changed.

Only a little.

But Nathan felt her arm tense around him.

Larry gripped his chest harder. “You are taking his side?” His voice cracked beautifully. “Of all people?”

Nathan’s eyes narrowed.

What did that mean?

Larry pointed toward him with trembling betrayal.

“Eth—”

“Mphhh!” Olivia moved fast. Very fast. For a normal human student, she had impressive emergency mouth covering reflexes. She slapped her hand over Larry’s mouth before he could finish whatever name he had been about to say.

Emma grabbed Larry’s arm from the other side.

Both girls immediately started dragging him backward.

Larry struggled. “Mmmph! Mmm! Mmmph!”

Olivia hissed, “Shut up before you die socially.”

Emma smiled awkwardly at Damina. “Sorry. He’s emotional.”

Larry pointed at Nathan again, eyes wide with betrayed horror. “MMPH!”

Nathan stared.

Was Larry… jealous?

The idea was absurd.

But not impossible.

Damina was beautiful enough to inspire irrational behavior.

Nathan understood that now.

He did not approve.

But he understood.

Ethan, meanwhile, still stood frozen beside Larry’s abandoned position.

His mouth remained slightly open. He looked at Damina like his entire worldview had been kicked down a staircase.

“Why?” Ethan asked faintly.

His voice sounded strange.

Too soft.

Too obedient.

Nathan frowned.

Damina sighed. “I will explain later.”

Ethan blinked.

Damina’s voice changed.

Not much.

But enough.

It became gentle.

Commanding in a quiet way.

“Be good and go with Emma and Olivia, okay?”

Ethan nodded immediately. Like a good boy.

Nathan flinched.

Yeah.

That guy could never become a strong demon hunter like his dad.

Renart Strongheart had been different.

Nathan knew that, even if only through old reports, scattered stories, and the strange respect some hunters still held for the man. Renart was human, but not weak. Gentle, but not soft. The kind of man who could stand in front of terror and still protect others without needing to roar.

Ethan?

Ethan just nodded because a pretty woman told him to be good.

Pathetic.

Though…

Nathan glanced at Damina again.

If Damina told him to be good in that tone, would he also nod?

His throat went dry. Irrelevant. Completely irrelevant.

Emma and Olivia continued dragging Larry away like they were removing a bomb from a public area.

Larry’s muffled voice kept coming. “Mmmph! Mmphh! Mmm!”

Olivia leaned close to him and whispered, though not quietly enough, “Don’t say the name, idiot!”

Emma added, “Smile. Act normal.”

Larry’s eyes screamed, ‘Nothing is normal’.

Nathan watched them with increasing confusion.

Damina cleared her throat. “College students are energetic.”

“That one looked personally wounded,” Nathan said.

“He has a sensitive heart.”

“He looked at you like you betrayed him.”

Damina’s smile sharpened. “Maybe he thought I did.”

Nathan’s body stiffened.

Oh.

So Larry did have feelings for her.

And Damina knew.

But she chose Nathan anyway.

His heartbeat immediately became stupid. Very stupid.

A dangerous warmth spread through his chest.

He tried to control his expression. Failed.

She just rolled her eyes and started walking again, pulling him toward the exit.

Nathan followed, leaning on her more than strictly necessary.

For medical reasons.

Obviously.

Ethan trailed behind Emma and Olivia for a few steps, still looking back at Damina. His expression was bewildered, obedient, and faintly wounded.

Nathan felt a surprising urge to stand taller. To show that Damina had chosen to support him, not that weak student.

Unfortunately, standing taller made his ribs scream.

He settled for glaring.

Ethan blinked at him. Then hid slightly behind Emma.

Nathan’s opinion dropped further.

Damina noticed. “Don’t bully him with your eyes.”

“I did nothing.”

“You looked at him like you were measuring his coffin.”

“He is too weak.”

Damina stopped walking. Slowly, she turned her head toward Nathan. Her smile remained. Her eyes did not. “What did you say?”

Nathan’s instincts screamed. Male survival instincts. He immediately corrected, “I said he is… peaceful.”

Damina stared. “Peaceful?”

“Yes. Peaceful. Very… non-threatening.”

“Hm.”

That sound carried danger.

Nathan wisely shut up. They walked again.

By now, several students had gathered enough courage to stare openly. Damina attracted eyes like moonlight attracting moths. Male students whispered. Female students glanced with curiosity, some envy, some appreciation. A few looked at Nathan like he had either won the lottery or been cursed by it.

Nathan straightened as much as his damaged body allowed.

Yes.

Look.

This mysterious beautiful woman was helping him.

A foolish thought.

A childish thought.

He hated that he had it.

They reached the main exit. Sunlight washed over them as the glass doors opened.

The college yard stretched ahead, bright and noisy. The road beyond the gate had several taxis passing by. Perfect for Damina’s plan, apparently.

Nathan’s head still swam, but the fresh air helped.

He breathed in slowly.

Then looked at Damina.

“Why are you helping me?”

She did not look at him.

“Because apparently I’m cursed. Responsibility keeps coming for me, no matter how hard I try to deny it.”

“That is not an answer.”

“It is the most honest answer I have.”

“You could have left me.”

“I considered it.”

That should not have made him smile. It did.

“Yet you did not.”

She sighed. “Listen carefully. I found you unconscious. I am taking you home. That is all.”

“All?”

“Yes.”

“No deeper reason?”

“No.”

Nathan’s heart, already rebellious, refused to believe her. Because her actions said otherwise.

A woman like Damina would not go through this much trouble for nothing.

She might deny it.

She might mock him.

But Nathan could see through it.

Probably.

Maybe.

His experience with romance was nonexistent, but his confidence unfortunately survived. “Understood,” he said.