November 1, 2026

The Incubus System Chapter 1562. Just Ordinary Lunch III

I slowly tilted my head. “Was that a torture chair?”

Had Camila booked the premium interrogation package? Except this one apparently came with silk sheets, champagne, mood lighting, and room service.

I glanced around again. This wasn't merely a restaurant. It was a BDSM room and luxury love hotel wearing a very thin restaurant disguise. Suddenly, Olivia insisting on masks made perfect sense. At least whoever designed the place understood one important architectural requirement. The walls were very thick. Excellent soundproofing.

“Ethan!”

A familiar voice interrupted my inspection.

I turned. Camila was sitting near the dining table, smiling at us. “There you are!” She wore an elegant fitted dress that complemented her figure without being overly revealing. Her hair was neatly styled, and a delicate necklace rested against her collarbone. She looked beautiful, classy, and refined.

I glanced between Camila and the furniture. What an interesting contrast. “Hey, Camila.”

She stood and approached us. “Did you have trouble finding the place?”

“Not really. Olivia gave me the location.”

I glanced at Olivia. “Although she conveniently forgot to mention the interior decoration.”

Olivia giggled.

Camila's smile widened. “Do you like the interior?” she asked, crossing one leg over the other. “It's a bit… different.”

I looked around once more before returning my attention to her. “I approve.”

Camila's eyebrow lifted. “That easily?”

“Camila.” I pulled out my chair and sat down. “I'm the King of Incubus. I'm not going to play an innocent man and pretend I don't know what half of these things are for.” I picked up my fork. “Anyway, I'm starving.”

That earned me an incredulous look from Olivia. “That's your reaction?”

I glanced at the table.

Beautifully arranged dishes covered nearly every available space, grilled meat, seafood, vegetables, pasta, soup, fresh bread, several appetizers, and a steak that looked expensive enough to have its own financial adviser.

“What reaction were you expecting?”

I started eating. And for approximately two minutes, lunch remained perfectly respectable. Then something brushed against my ankle. I kept chewing.

The touch disappeared. A few seconds later, it returned, sliding slowly along my lower leg beneath the table. I glanced at Camila. She was calmly cutting into her food. Completely innocent.

I looked toward Olivia. She was focused on her plate, although the slight curve at the corner of her mouth betrayed her. So that's how we were playing.

The teasing touch traveled higher beneath the table, brushing slowly along my inner thigh. This time, I gave them exactly what they wanted. A low groan slipped from my throat. Not loud. Just enough.

Camila's fork stopped halfway to her lips.

Olivia looked at me immediately.

Their eyes. Both locked on me.

I smiled faintly and took another bite of steak as though nothing had happened. Then Camila's foot moved again. Slower this time. Bolder. I leaned back in my chair and subtly rolled my hips toward the contact rather than retreating from it. Another quiet sound escaped me, deliberately rougher than the first.

Camila's lips curved. “Enjoying your lunch?”

I looked directly into her eyes. “Very much.”

Olivia’s foot joined Camila's.

Their teasing became less hesitant, lingering longer before pulling away. Instead of pretending nothing was happening, they watched my face openly now, clearly enjoying every small reaction they managed to coax from me.

If they wanted a show, I could give them one. I slowly rocked my hips forward again, meeting their teasing rather than simply enduring it.

Camila's eyebrow lifted. Olivia's cheeks turned pink. They wanted to seduce me, but apparently they hadn't considered the possibility that I'd enthusiastically cooperate.

“You know,” I murmured, “if you two keep doing that, I might need another lunch soon.”

Camila calmly returned to her food as if she weren't currently tormenting me beneath the table. She cut a piece of steak, dipped it lightly into sauce, and brought it toward her mouth. Her eyes never left mine.

A little sauce touched the corner of her lips. She slowly licked it away. I stared. Camila smiled.

Olivia noticed my expression and apparently decided she wasn't going to lose whatever ridiculous competition had spontaneously begun. She picked up one of the appetizers with her fingers. A little sauce dripped onto her fingertip. Instead of reaching for a napkin, she glanced at me and slowly licked it clean.

I stopped chewing.

Olivia immediately blushed. But she didn't look away.

Her foot moved again. My hips responded automatically this time, slowly pressing toward her teasing touch.

Another soft groan escaped me. Olivia's eyes widened slightly. Camila's smile became almost predatory. That was exactly what they wanted. They wanted proof that they were affecting me. And they were succeeding far more than I intended to admit. I could feel myself getting hard beneath the table. Worse, my eating speed had somehow increased. Not because I was suddenly starving.

Because some primitive part of my brain had apparently decided, ‘Finish the food faster. There are more important activities waiting.’

The steak was genuinely delicious, yet I could barely concentrate on the taste anymore. Every lingering touch beneath the table scattered my thoughts again.

I cut another piece.

Ate it.

Immediately cut another.

Camila noticed.

Her smile widened. “Why are you eating so quickly?”

I stopped chewing. Olivia glanced at my plate, at me. Then slowly smiled too.

Oh, screw it.

I swallowed and put my fork down. “You know what?”

Both women looked at me.

I leaned back, a grin spreading across my face. “Rather than doing this under the table…” My gaze traveled deliberately across the room.“…we might as well do it openly.”

Olivia froze. Camila's eyebrows rose.

I pointed toward the bed. “Bed.” Then toward the chair. “Or chair.” I smiled. “Choose.”

For several seconds, neither of them answered. Then Camila slowly set down her glass. Her smile became dangerous. Olivia's entire face turned scarlet. And suddenly, the atmosphere changed.

I leaned back comfortably, letting the silence stretch while my grin slowly widened.

Bed or chair. Either way, I already knew one thing. The moment they made their choice, I was taking control.