The Incubus System Chapter 1114. P0rnos With A New Genre

The Incubus System Chapter 1114. P0rnos With A New Genre

I frowned, turning to Puriel, trying to make sense of what she’d said. “Who has a higher position than you? I mean, you’re a high angel, right?”

Puriel pressed her lips together, hesitation clear in her eyes. For a moment, I thought she wasn’t going to answer, but then she sighed and finally spoke up. “Actually… there is one higher position than me.”

My stomach dropped. “Who?”

“The queen of the Light Dimension herself,” Puriel said reluctantly.

I held back my cringe, but Larry? He didn’t even try. His face twisted into a mix of disbelief and dread as he turned to me. “Dude, that sounds like suicide.”

“It’s kind of a suicide mission,” I admitted, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Why does it always have to be something insane?”

Lord Damon, of course, chose this moment to chime in, his smirk practically dripping with amusement. “It might be interesting if you do it.”

I shot him a look, trying to figure out if he was joking, just being morbidly curious, or both. Judging by his tone, it was probably both. Meanwhile, Lilieth was eerily silent, her gaze distant as if she were actually considering it. That didn’t help my nerves at all.

“You guys aren’t serious, are you?” I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. “There’s no way you’re actually suggesting this.”

Lilieth and Lord Damon exchanged a glance, and that glance alone told me everything I needed to know. They weren’t joking. Not even a little.

“It’s worth considering,” Lord Damon said finally, his tone disturbingly calm for such an insane idea.

“But sleeping with the queen of the Light Dimension? She’s the leader of her entire realm, and I’m the prince of the Dark Dimension. How is that even remotely possible without her killing me?”

Lilieth’s gaze softened, but not in a comforting way. “It will be hard,” she admitted. “But not impossible. As long as she’s a woman, it’s not impossible.”

I groaned, leaning back in my seat. “So you want me to… what? Sleep my way to the top?”

“Hey,” Lord Damon said, raising a brow as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re an incubus. Lord of incubi. Like I said, use your dick and your brain.”

Larry and I both froze. Then, almost in sync, our jaws dropped. “What?” Larry blurted, his voice cracking halfway through. “Did your family seriously just say that?”

“I hate to agree with Larry, but… WHAT?” I echoed, staring at my father like he’d lost his mind.

“Don’t act so shocked,” Lord Damon said with a casual shrug. “It’s in your nature. You’re uniquely suited for this kind of challenge.”

“Challenge?” I repeated, my voice rising. “This isn’t a challenge; it’s madness!”

Larry, still looking like he might pass out, whispered, “This is how horror movies start. Or pornos. Maybe both. Pornos with a new genre.”

I shot him a glare. “Not helping.”

Lilieth, ever the voice of reason—or so I thought—spoke up again. “Damian, you’ve already defied the odds by becoming a Nephilim. You’re part of all three worlds now, even if you don’t fully belong to any of them. If anyone can bridge the gap between the Light and Dark Dimensions, it’s you.”

“Bridge the gap?” I scoffed. “You’re talking about me seducing the queen of the light dimension! Our own nemesis! That’s not a gap—that’s a canyon.”

Puriel, who had been quiet up until now, finally spoke, her voice hesitant. “She’s not… entirely unapproachable. The queen values balance and fairness. If you can appeal to that part of her, she might be willing to listen.”

I stared at her. “Listen? You’re talking like this is some diplomatic negotiation. This isn’t about making a deal; this is about me somehow convincing her not to kill me while simultaneously—” I cut myself off, groaning loudly. “I can’t believe I’m even entertaining this.”

Lord Damon leaned back, clearly enjoying the chaos he’d caused. “You’re overthinking it. She’s just a woman, Damian. She may have power, but she’s not invincible. Just seduce her.”

“Not invincible? She could smite me into dust without breaking a sweat!”

“She could,” Lilieth admitted. “But she won’t. Not if you approach her the right way,” she said playfully.

Larry raised a hand like he was in school. “Uh, just to clarify—what exactly is the ‘right way’ here? Because from where I’m sitting, this plan sounds like a one-way ticket to death.”

“See?” I said, gesturing toward Larry. “Even Larry thinks it’s a terrible idea, and he’s not exactly the poster child for good judgment.”

“Hey!” Larry protested. “I’m sitting right here!”

Lord Damon rolled his eyes. “The ‘right way’ is simple. Be confident, use your charm, and show her that you’re not just some pawn in this game,” he said simply. “Or you can just… get naked in front of her.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” I muttered, burying my face in my hands.

Puriel hesitated again before adding, “She might respect you more if you’re honest with her. If you explain why you need her help—why it’s important—it could make a difference.”

“Or she’ll laugh in my face and then obliterate me,” I pointed out.

“Not if you do it right,” Lilieth said, her tone annoyingly calm.

I groaned again, dragging my hands down my face. “So, let me get this straight. You guys want me to travel to the Light Dimension, approach its queen—who, by the way, probably hates everything I stand for—and somehow convince her to help me by... bonding with her. All while hoping she doesn’t smite me on the spot. Did I miss anything?”

“That sounds about right,” Lord Damon said with a smirk.

“Perfect. Just perfect.”

Larry, clearly trying to lighten the mood, said, “Well, if you survive, at least you’ll have the ultimate icebreaker story.”

I glared at him. “You’re not helping.”

“Just saying,” he muttered, raising his hands in mock surrender.