The Incubus System Chapter 1518. Evil Little Sister

The Incubus System Chapter 1518. Evil Little Sister

I froze with burger in hand.

My face slowly cringed.

What now?

Did he want my food?

Was saving his ass not enough?

Did the chair story leave emotional damage and now he needed emotional support fries?

I pulled my tray closer and covered my burger and fries with both arms like they were my children.

“Don’t even think about it,” I muttered.

Nathan continued staring.

His face looked intense.

Confused.

Suspicious.

Maybe angry.

Honestly, his face only had like four settings and all of them were annoying.

Then I saw Jenny.

She ran out from their house direction and reached him, clearly panicked. She grabbed his arm and started talking fast.

Nathan said something.

Jenny’s face changed.

Oh.

Argument.

I watched shamelessly while chewing.

Jenny pointed back toward the house.

Nathan shook his head.

Jenny pointed again.

Nathan tried to stand firm.

Jenny said something else.

Nathan’s shoulders lowered.

Oh, he lost.

Jenny grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

Nathan still stared at me.

Even as she dragged him.

His gaze stayed locked through the window.

I stared back because he started it.

Fair was fair.

I didn’t know why he stared at me.

Maybe seeing Ethan triggered leftover memory debris. Or he was just allergic to my peaceful lunch.

Jenny pulled him farther away.

His head remained turned toward me until the angle became ridiculous.

I muttered, “What’s his problem?”

Then I looked down at my burger.

Nope.

I refused.

I didn’t want to think anymore.

Thinking needed effort.

Effort needed energy.

Energy came from food.

Therefore, by divine logic, I had to eat before caring.

I took another fry.

Then another.

Then I lifted my burger for the second bite.

Finally.

Peace, round two.

I opened my mouth and felt another presence.

Someone stood outside the window.

My soul sighed before my eyes even moved.

I chewed slowly and turned my head.

Celia stood there.

Outside.

Right beside the window.

Her face wore an annoying smile. A very annoying smile.

The kind little sisters used when they had caught their older brother doing something stupid and were already composing the interrogation title in their head.

She waved sweetly.

I deadpanned. Then pointed my chin toward the door.

She came inside and walked directly to my table like she owned the place, sat down across from me, and looked at my tray. “You pay.”

I stared at her.

She stared back.

No shame.

Pure sibling authority.

I huffed and pulled money from my pocket, slapping it onto the table.

She took it immediately and went to the counter.

Not even a thank you.

A few minutes later, she came back with cola float, nuggets, apple pie, and fries.

My money had died honorably.

She sat down and did not give me change.

I looked at her tray. Then at her. “My change?”

Celia took one nugget.

Dipped it into sauce.

Ate it.

Then said, “Processing fee.”

“Processing what?”

“Your stupidity.”

“That fee seems expensive.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t charge emotional damage.”

I leaned back. “I just saved someone today.”

“You also turned into a beautiful woman and made Nathan look at you like a cursed knight in a romance drama.”

I almost choked on my cola. “Lower your voice.”

Celia smiled wider. So she wanted violence. “I saw everything, brother.”

“You saw nothing.”

“I saw enough.”

“No.”

She pointed a fry at me. “Damina?”

I closed my eyes. “Don’t.”

“Really? Damina?”

“It was emergency naming. I didn’t even name myself. Emma did.”

“Right.” Her grin was still there. “But you were under a bra.”

I coughed. “Celia.”

She laughed softly.

Not loud.

But enough to stab my dignity in several places.

I looked around. No one paid attention.

Celia leaned forward, eyes sparkling with evil little-sister delight. “So… Nathan fell for you?”

I tiredly chewed my burger.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

Because if I answered too fast, I might start screaming in public, and McRonald had done nothing to deserve that.

“I guess,” I said.

Celia’s smile widened.

I hated that smile.

That smile had the same energy as a demon queen finding a new torture method and calling it family bonding.

I took another bite.

Celia tilted her head. “Oh…”

I looked at her.

“You gave up.”

“I am,” I admitted.

Because honestly? What was the point of denying reality anymore?

I had gone to Light Dimension.

I had saved Nathan.

I had humiliated him.

I had siphoned his borrowed angelic power.

Then I disguised myself as a woman to avoid responsibility.

And somehow, that made my enemy fall in love with me.

At this stage, denial was for amateurs.

“But,” I said, pointing a fry at her, “I never seduced him.”

Celia lifted both hands, innocent. “Okay.”

“No, that okay sounds judgmental.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Brother, I’m only eating nuggets.”

“With evil.”

She popped another nugget into her mouth and chewed. “Okay. What happened?”

I stared at my burger.

My beautiful burger.

My comfort.

My only ally.

Then I sighed.

“I saved him from the Light Dimension.”

Celia’s expression shifted.

The teasing didn’t fully disappear, but it moved back, tucked behind concern. My sister was annoying, yes, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew when my nonsense had blood under it.

“And yeah,” I continued, voice lower, “the king was about to use him to kill me. Or maybe make him my rival. Or bait. Or some holy pawn with a dramatic haircut and one wing.”

Celia’s brows drew together.

“One wing?”

“Don’t ask.”

“I’m asking later.”

“Fine.”

She leaned forward a little more. “So what did you do?”

I sipped my cola, buying myself two seconds.

Cold sugar hit my tongue.

Nice.

Didn’t help.

“I did what I should do.”

Celia’s face became serious. “What is it?”

I looked at her.

“I beat him up and humiliated him.”

She blinked.

“Badly.”

“How badly?”

I rubbed the side of my cup with my thumb.

“Bad enough that if Aurelion saw Nathan as a useful pawn before, he probably doesn’t anymore.”