The Incubus System Chapter 1093. Sounds Like A You Problem

The Incubus System Chapter 1093. Sounds Like A You Problem

“Depends,” I said, leaning against the counter again. “If they’re looking for someone to guide them, sure. But if they’re expecting me to fix all their problems? That’s a recipe for disaster.”

Shadow yawned, stretching lazily on the couch. “Sounds like a you problem,” he said, smirking. “You’ve already got the power. Now you just have to figure out what to do with it.”

“Thanks for the pep talk, Shadow,” I said dryly, taking another sip of my tea. His smug look didn’t waver, of course, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of engaging further.

I set the mug down, glancing toward the kettle. “I need to make tea for Puriel, though,” I said, mostly to myself as I grabbed another cup and started preparing it.

Celia’s head shot up from her phone, one eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Why? Is she hungry?”

I snorted, shaking my head. “Nah. Let’s just say she’s… a bit embarrassed about what just happened.”

Her eyes narrowed, that flat, judgmental stare she’d perfected over the years landing squarely on me. “You mean you just fucked her too hard,” she said bluntly.

I nearly choked on air. “What the hell, Celia?” I said, glaring at her. “No! That’s not it.”

Her expression didn’t change, but now there was a glint of amusement behind her eyes. “Then what is it?”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “She watched me showering,” I said, lowering my voice slightly, “and somehow, she got embarrassed about it. I don’t know. Angel stuff.”

Celia raised an eyebrow. “Did you force her?”

“No!” I shot back immediately, offended. “Come on, Celia. I couldn’t possibly force her. She’s got wings, for crying out loud. If she didn’t want to be there, she could’ve just flown off or left. Besides…” I paused, my tone turning more amused, “she can already stand and walk. Somehow, she faked it before.”

The collective gasp from the room was almost comical. Shadow even sat up a little straighter, his tail flicking with intrigue. “So… an angel can lie?” Foxy asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

“Apparently,” I said, shrugging. “I guess they’re not so different from us after all. They just have a different moral compass.”

Foxy’s ears twitched, her eyes wide with wonder. “That’s kind of… disappointing,” she murmured.

“Welcome to the club,” I said with a smirk. “Anyway…” I finished making the tea, stirring in a generous amount of honey and milk. “I need to bring this to her.”

Celia frowned, setting her phone down and crossing her arms. “Are you sure she’s going to drink that? I mean, I could make it for her.”

I frowned back at her. “What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t trust my tea-making skills?”

“Not even a little,” she said flatly.

“Hey, this is tea,” I protested, holding up the mug defensively. “It’s not that hard. I can make honey milk tea just fine. Not as good as yours, sure, but it’s perfectly edible.”

Celia’s unimpressed stare only deepened. “I question your definition of ‘edible,’” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

I ignored her, gripping the mug firmly as I activated my Teleportation skill. The air shimmered faintly around me, and in the blink of an eye, I was back in my bedroom.

And there she was.

Puriel stood by the bookshelf, her back to me, wearing a white dress that I didn’t recognize. It was simple but elegant, the fabric shimmering faintly as if it wasn’t made of anything earthly. My best guess was that it was crafted from her angelic power—something akin to my Demon’s Clothes skill.

She didn’t notice me at first, her attention focused on the photo album she’d pulled from the shelf. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and for a moment, she looked so serene it was almost disarming.

“Didn’t take you for the nostalgic type,” I said, breaking the silence as I stepped closer.

She jumped slightly, glancing over her shoulder at me. Her cheeks flushed faintly, though she quickly composed herself. “You startled me,” she said, her voice soft but steady.

“Sorry,” I said, holding up the mug like a peace offering. “Thought you could use this.”

She hesitated for a moment before setting the photo album aside and turning to face me. “Thank you,” she said, taking the mug carefully. Her fingers brushed against mine briefly, sending a faint spark of warmth through my skin.

I watched as she took a tentative sip, her eyes studying me over the rim of the cup. “It’s… good,” she said finally, her tone carrying a note of surprise.

I grinned. “Turns out I can make tea.”

Her lips twitched into a small smile, and she set the mug on the bedside table before glancing back at the photo album. “These are yours?” she asked, her voice curious.

I nodded, stepping closer to look at the open page. It was a picture of me as a kid, grinning like an idiot with Celia beside me. We both had ice cream cones in our hands, and my face was covered in chocolate smears.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice softening slightly. “Family photos. I guess you don’t have anything like this, huh?”

She shook her head, her expression wistful. “No,” she said quietly. “Angels don’t… keep memories like this. Our lives are meant to serve a greater purpose, not to dwell on personal moments.”

“That’s a shame,” I said, glancing at her. “Sometimes, the little moments are the ones that matter most.”

Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, there was something vulnerable in her gaze. “Maybe,” she said softly. “But I think I’m starting to understand that now.”

I didn’t say anything, letting the silence stretch between us. It wasn’t uncomfortable—it was the kind of quiet that spoke louder than words. And in that moment, I realized just how far she’d come since the day I freed her from that crystal.

Maybe, just maybe, she was starting to find her place in this chaotic, messy world.