The Incubus System Chapter 1087. Bathing The Angel III

The Incubus System Chapter 1087. Bathing The Angel III

“Oh, wait,” I said suddenly, snapping my fingers as if I’d just remembered something important. “I almost forgot.”

She looked up at me, blinking. “Forgot what?”

I grinned, pointing toward her with the bar of soap in my hand. More specifically, I pointed toward her legs—toward the space between them. “You know, I haven’t cleaned ‘that’ yet.”

Her eyes went wide, her blush returning full force as her hands instinctively moved to cover herself. “Ethan!” she screeched, her voice echoing off the bathroom tiles.

I held up my free hand in mock innocence. “Hey, I’m just saying,” I said, shrugging. “I could help you out. Give it a thorough cleaning with some… ‘special liquid’.” I wiggled my eyebrows for effect.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, clearly too flustered to form words. Finally, she managed to sputter, “I will clean ‘that’ myself, thank you very much!”

I chuckled, turning back to the shower. “Suit yourself,” I said, rinsing the soap off my hands. I reached for the shampoo, lathering it into my hair. The warm water cascaded over me, washing away the suds as I ran my fingers through my dark hair.

Puriel didn’t move from her spot on the edge of the bathtub, though she shifted slightly, her wings rustling as she adjusted herself. Her gaze kept flicking my way, and I could feel her watching me.

So yeah… I decided to give her a show.

After all, if she was going to stare, I might as well make it worth her while.

I ran my hands over my chest, letting the water cascade down my body as I rinsed off the soap. My muscles tensed and flexed slightly under the warm spray, and I made sure to move just slow enough for her to catch every detail.

“Enjoying the view?” I asked casually, glancing over my shoulder at her.

Her head snapped up, her eyes wide as if she’d just been caught doing something she shouldn’t. “I-I wasn’t—” she started, but the words came out jumbled.

I chuckled, turning to face her fully. “Relax, Puriel. I’m not judging,” I said, smirking. “I mean, after last night, I think we’re a little past the point of modesty, don’t you?”

She blushed even harder, her wings twitching slightly as she looked away. But she didn’t say a word.

I gave her another chuckle, running my hands over my abs for emphasis.

Her eyes flicked back to me for a brief second before she quickly turned her head again. “I’m not watching!” she insisted, though the blush on her cheeks said otherwise.

“Uh-huh,” I said, clearly unconvinced. “Sure you’re not.”

I turned back to the shower, finishing my rinse as the water washed over me.

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Puriel’s PoV

Puriel’s eyes landed on Ethan again, no matter how much she tried to look away. It was like her gaze had a mind of its own, returning to him without her permission. She sat stiffly on the edge of the bathtub, her wings tucked tightly against her back as if she could hide the swirling emotions within her.

Her thoughts betrayed her. She remembered last night vividly—the way his touch had sent shivers through her body, the way she’d lost herself in him. It wasn’t like she could pretend otherwise. She’d been the one to pull him closer, the one who’d whispered breathless pleas for him not to stop. She’d felt the ecstasy, the heat of his skin against hers, and it had been… intoxicating.

But now, in the light of day, that same memory sent a wave of shame crashing over her. She wanted to tell herself it wasn’t really her, that she’d been under some spell or overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations. But that would be a lie. She’d enjoyed it. More than that—she’d craved it.

A strange feeling welled up in her chest, one she couldn’t fully understand. It wasn’t just shame, though that was certainly part of it. There was warmth there, too, and something that felt dangerously close to excitement. Nervousness churned in her stomach, and she shifted slightly, her wings fluttering behind her. She felt restless, as though something inside her was clawing to get out.

Her gaze wandered back to Ethan. He stood under the spray of the shower, his back to her. Water cascaded down his toned muscles, glistening as it traced the lines of his body. His dark hair clung to his face, and every now and then, he ran his fingers through it, pushing it back. When he tilted his head up, letting the warm water hit his face, his eyes closed in a moment of unguarded relaxation.

Puriel’s fingers twitched against her lap. She wanted to reach out, to touch him. To feel that heat again, to run her hands along his wet skin. But she couldn’t. She was an angel, a being of light and divinity. Angels didn’t make the first move, especially not toward incubuses. The very thought of it was absurd, wasn’t it?

And yet…

Her gaze lingered on him, drinking in every detail. The sharp line of his jaw, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the unbothered confidence even in something as simple as a shower. He wasn’t just physically attractive—though that much was undeniable—there was something about his presence, the way he carried himself, that drew her in. It was magnetic, impossible to ignore.

Her chest tightened, the strange warmth spreading as she sat there, unable to tear her eyes away. Was it longing? Desire? No, it couldn’t be. Angels didn’t feel things like this—or at least, they weren’t supposed to. But then, she’d already crossed that line, hadn’t she?

‘What’s wrong with me?’ she thought, her hands clenching slightly. She tried to focus on something else, anything else, but her eyes betrayed her once more, flicking back to him. Ethan, oblivious—or maybe just pretending not to notice—continued his shower, humming softly under his breath.