The Incubus System Chapter 1082. Lunch Or Sleep

The Incubus System Chapter 1082. Lunch Or Sleep

I rubbed the back of my neck as I stared down at my bed, where Puriel was still fast asleep. Her wings were half-spread. She looked serene.

Sliding onto the edge of the bed, I leaned forward, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. Her skin was impossibly smooth. It hit me again how surreal this all was—me, here, with Puriel, the source of the holy vaccine, the angelic entity kingdoms would go to war over. And yet, here she was, snoozing in my bed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

My stomach growled softly. Between dealing with Zalira and whatever dream—or vision—that had been, my body was practically screaming for fuel more. ‘I guess the last fried rice isn’t enough for me,’ I thought.

I glanced at Puriel again, debating. Do I need to grab lunch, or crawl back into bed for some much-needed shuteye?

She’d been out for a while now. Then again, the time gap between meeting Zalira and getting back here was less than six hours, so maybe it wasn’t her sleeping for too long—it was me running on fumes.

“How could an angel be born in the human world?” I muttered it under my breath, frowning as I tried to make sense of it. Was it a dream? Or something more, like Puriel’s dream spell?

And the angel in question? That was the million-gold question, wasn’t it? It had to be either me or Puriel. But the more I thought about it, the less sense it made.

First off, the light dimension’s border had been sealed centuries ago—cut off from the rest of the realms. They shouldn’t have been able to feel anything happening here. If it was because I freed Puriel, well… that didn’t add up either. There’s no way they hadn’t noticed her absence centuries ago. Leaving her behind in the human world like a misplaced sock? Yeah, not buying it.

And if it was about me… I wasn’t exactly the first Nephilim to walk this earth. Erebus had come before me, and he’d achieved his Nephilim form faster and more completely than I had. So why would they care now? Why me? None of it tracked, and the more I tried to unravel it, the more it felt like trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces.

I sighed heavily, rubbing my temples. “This is pointless,” I muttered. Guessing wasn’t going to get me anywhere.

Turning my attention back to Puriel, I let my hand trail gently over her hair, fingers brushing against the soft, golden strands. Her breathing was steady, her face peaceful. Whatever had happened to her, she seemed to have found some sort of calm here.

Leaning forward, I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Maybe she’d have some answers when she woke up. Assuming she was even in the mood to talk. Angels and their secrets—half the time, it felt like pulling teeth.

But before my lips touched her skin, her eyes fluttered open. Her eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, I froze like a kid caught stealing cookies before dinner.

“Ethan,” she murmured, her voice soft and groggy, still thick with sleep.

I barely managed a sheepish smile, ready to explain myself when suddenly, her eyes widened in realization. She screamed, the sound startling enough to make me flinch.

“What do you want to do to me, you pervert?!” she shrieked, clutching the blanket and yanking it up to cover her naked body, creating a makeshift shield.

I cringed, my hands instinctively shooting up in a defensive gesture. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Chill out. I wasn’t doing anything!” I exclaimed, my voice a mix of exasperation and embarrassment. “You’re the one who—”

She cut me off with a glare, her face already starting to flush with indignation. “Don’t even try to spin this on me, you deviant!” she snapped, her voice shaky but fierce.

I sighed, running a hand down my face. Fine. If she wanted to play that game, I’d remind her exactly how last night had gone down. “Uh, pardon me,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “But it wasn’t me who was addicted to me last night. You’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands—or, well, your everything—off me. You literally rode my cock like a—”

Her face turned bright red, cutting me off with a loud, “STOP!” She looked away sharply, her hands clutching the blanket so tightly her knuckles turned white. “You don’t have to remind me of that!” she hissed, her voice a mix of mortification and indignation.

“Oh, I think I do,” I shot back, leaning against the headboard with a smirk. “Because clearly, I wasn’t the only pervert in this room.”

Her head snapped back toward me, her golden eyes narrowing into daggers. “But you’re the one who turned me into a pervert!” she accused, pointing a finger at me like a judge condemning me to eternal damnation.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at that, my smirk widening. “Oh, so you admit it now? You’re a pervert too?”

Puriel’s lips parted, ready to argue, but instead, she let out a frustrated huff and pouted, her cheeks still blazing red. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” she muttered, glaring at the blanket instead of me.

I laughed outright this time, the sound filling the room as I shook my head. “Come on, Puriel. You obviously enjoyed it last night. Don’t even try to deny it.”

She shot me another glare, but there was no real fire behind it, just embarrassment. “You don’t have to rub it in,” she muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.

“Rubbing it in?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Let’s be real here, Puriel. We both enjoyed it. I mean, I have to admit, I was shocked. You? Miss Divine and Holy? Capable of doing something so… crazy?”

Her blush deepened, and she looked away, clearly too mortified to respond. For a moment, I thought I’d gone too far, but then she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for me to catch, “It wasn’t that crazy…”