The Incubus System Chapter 1047. Angel And Demon-Friendly

The Incubus System Chapter 1047. Angel And Demon-Friendly

She nodded enthusiastically, her stupid smile still plastered across her face, as if the entire concept of a balloon ride was the most magical thing she had ever seen. For a being that once existed in the celestial realms, it was beyond surreal to see her so captivated by something so simple.

Celia, standing beside me, couldn’t hold back her reaction. Her jaw dropped. "Are you serious?" she asked, staring at Puriel like she’d just lost her mind.

I groaned, rubbing the back of my neck in frustration. "I’m not a fucking CEO. Do I look like I run a multinational corporation that casually arranges hot air balloon dates?"

Celia smirked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, technically, you are kind of the CEO of Diamond Collage and the Sea Devil Club," she pointed out, her tone playful. "I mean, you’ve got shares, you make money from them. That counts for something."

I paused, my mind going blank for a moment as I processed what she said. "You know… you’re right," I admitted, scratching my chin thoughtfully. "I am rich now. Why do I still think I’m poor?"

Celia laughed, rolling her eyes. "It’s poor people’s instinct, they say. You’ve been broke so long, you forgot what it’s like to have money."

I chuckled, but then something clicked in my head, and I turned back to Puriel, raising an eyebrow. "Wait a second. Why do you need a hot air balloon when you literally have wings behind you?" I gestured dramatically toward her back, where her angelic wings were folded neatly.

Puriel blinked at me, her expression shifting from excitement to confusion. She frowned, looking over her shoulder at her wings as if suddenly realizing the absurdity of her request. "Well… it’s not the same," she said slowly, trying to justify it. "The balloon is romantic! It’s… it’s special.” The innocence in her expression was almost endearing, but the sheer absurdity of her request was enough to make my brain short-circuit.

Celia, who had been silently enjoying the show, patted my shoulder with a smirk. "Good luck, brother," she said in a tone that was far too amused for my liking. Then, like the traitor she was, she turned and walked away, leaving me to handle this disaster on my own.

I watched her go, my shoulders slumping in resignation, before turning back to Puriel. "What’s so special about it?" I asked, trying to find some kind of logic in this situation. "They need it because they can’t fly. Humans are grounded, so a hot air balloon is, like, the closest thing they have to floating around in the air. But us?" I pointed at her wings again. "We can fly anytime we want. Wings—free, balloon—expensive,” I injected some logic into her.

Puriel bit her lip, looking like she was trying to come up with a counterargument. For a moment, she stayed silent, but then, as if she had come to a sudden realization, her eyes lit up. "Fine! How about this? I want to do it with you now!"

I blinked. "Do what?"

Puriel’s smile turned almost mischievous. "Sex. You said you want it, right? But we have to do it in that!" She pointed to the TV again.

I stared at her, unblinking, my mind racing as I processed what she had just said. "Wait," I said, holding up a hand, "you want us… to have sex in a hot air balloon? In the middle of the air?"

She nodded eagerly, her wings giving a slight flutter as if she were already imagining it. My jaw dropped. I found myself at a complete loss for words.

"You want us to have sex in an air balloon?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "In the middle of the air?"

Puriel nodded again, looking completely serious.

I huffed, rubbing my temples as I tried to figure out how to handle this. "Okay, hold on," I said, trying to rein in the madness. "Let me explain a little—or maybe just make you imagine what you’re suggesting."

She tilted her head, watching me closely, clearly intrigued by whatever logical explanation I was about to offer.

"We’re in a hot air balloon," I began, gesturing as if I were drawing the scene in the air. "Floating in the middle of the sky. We start having sex. I’m a demon lord—the infamous great demon—and you’re a literal angel. Do you think humans won’t notice that?"

Puriel blinked, her excitement faltering slightly, but she still seemed unsure where I was going with this.

"They’re going to watch or attack us, Puriel," I continued, my voice growing more animated as I painted the absurd picture. "We’re in the sky. There’s nowhere to hide. There’ll be people down below, watching us. Helicopters. Drones. Social media posts about the great demon and the angel getting it on in mid-air."

Her eyes widened, and I could see her beginning to picture it in her head.

I leaned in, driving the point home. "Sure, that’s not a problem for me. I’m shameless. If someone wants to make a porn movie out of it, I don’t care. Hell, I’d even ask for a cut of the profits if they’re going to sell it. But you?" I paused for dramatic effect, watching as her wings twitched nervously. "You’re an angel. How are you going to feel when humans are watching and talking about you like that?"

Puriel’s face paled slightly, and I could see my words sinking in. Her wings drooped a little, and she shuddered, as if the thought of being exposed like that made her stomach turn.

"I… I didn’t think about that," Puriel admitted quietly, her voice suddenly much smaller than before. She glanced down at her hands, her fingers fidgeting in her lap as she processed what I had just said.

I sighed, feeling a little bad for shattering her romantic fantasy. "Look, Puriel," I said, my tone softening, "movies are just that—movies. What looks great on-screen doesn't always work in real life. Especially not for us. So next time, maybe ask for something a little more… I don’t know… angel and demon-friendly?"