The Incubus System Chapter 1034. I’ve Got Standards

The Incubus System Chapter 1034. I’ve Got Standards

Once I got out of the portal, the sight of my room greeted me. The sunshine was already spilling through the window, casting a golden light across the room, signaling that morning had come without me needing to glance at the clock. I exhaled softly as I laid Puriel carefully onto my bed.

She still looked fragile, her body weak and her energy drained. Her angelic dress, torn and frayed, barely held together. I frowned, realizing she must be uncomfortable in those tattered rags. I couldn’t leave her like that. She needed something more comfortable, more… human.

“Wait a second,” I said, keeping my tone light. I figured she was already overwhelmed, so the last thing I wanted to do was make her feel uneasy. I shifted into my human form. I hoped this would make her more at ease, seeing me like this—less intimidating, more familiar.

I walked over to my wardrobe, rummaging through my clothes in search of something that could cover her. A T-shirt, maybe. Something simple and soft. I found one and turned back toward her, but before I could take a step forward, Puriel’s reaction stopped me in my tracks.

She yanked the blanket up, pulling it around herself like a protective barrier. Her wide eyes stared at me, filled with panic, and she huddled into the corner of the bed, looking like a scared puppy caught in the rain.

“I-I’m not ready for this,” she blurted out, her voice trembling. It sounded like a whine.

I froze, blinking in confusion. "For what?" I asked slowly, wondering what in the world she was talking about.

"S-Sleeping with you," she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She clutched the blanket tighter around her body, as if expecting me to jump on her at any moment.

That made me cringe inwardly. I had to stop myself from facepalming. Sure, I was a demon—an incubus, even—but did she really think I was that heartless? She was practically falling apart, physically and emotionally, and the last thing on my mind right now was… that. I mean, she looked like going to break in two after one thrust.

I sighed, shaking my head in exasperation. “I’m not that heartless, you know,” I said, tossing the t-shirt toward her. She fumbled to catch it, holding it awkwardly against her chest as if it was a shield.

“No?” she repeated, her voice filled with disbelief, as if she couldn’t comprehend the idea.

“Yeah, no," I said, my tone a little sharper than before. "But I will make sure you keep your promise." I grinned in that deliberately annoying way I knew would push her buttons. My hands moved playfully, wiggling my fingers in the air like some kind of perverted villain. "Also, don’t think about running away from me, or you’ll suffer the consequences. I’ll do this and that to you… and trust me, you’ll regret it."

Her eyes widened in horror, and she squeaked, shrinking further into the bed. "W-What do you mean?" she whined, her voice cracking with panic.

"You know what I mean," I said, leaning in slightly just to mess with her. I couldn’t help but grin like a mischievous devil. Seeing her flustered like this was strangely… entertaining. In the dream world, she had always been so confident, always teasing me or trying to get the upper hand. But here, in the real world, things were different.

There was a certain charm in seeing her vulnerable. Not in a malicious way, but in how human she seemed now. Fragile, unsure, and for the first time, genuinely worried about what might happen. The dynamic between us had shifted, and I wanted to play around with her.

Puriel’s face flushed an even deeper red, and she clutched the t-shirt tightly against her chest, as if it could protect her from whatever perverted things I might do next. "Y-You wouldn’t dare!" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

I leaned back, crossing my arms with a smirk. "I wouldn’t? Are you sure about that?"

She bit her lip, her gaze flicking nervously between me and the door, as if considering whether she could make a run for it. But we both knew she was too weak to go anywhere right now. Still, watching her squirm was more amusing than I’d anticipated.

"I’m not going to do anything," I said after a moment, my voice softer this time.

Puriel, still wrapped in the blanket, looked at me with a bit more relaxation in her posture, though her eyes remained wary. For a brief second, she almost seemed convinced. But I couldn’t resist.

"Yet," I added with a grin, my tone playful but enough to send her into another fit of panic.

Her face flushed bright red, and she pulled the blanket tighter around her, as if it could protect her from me. “You demon,” she muttered under her breath, her voice filled with both accusation and nervousness.

I sniffled a laugh. "Demon lord," I corrected with a wink, leaning against the wardrobe. "I’m a demon lord, remember? Titles matter, you know."

Puriel narrowed her eyes at me, her lip twitching in frustration. "Same thing," she huffed, clearly not in the mood to argue about the technicalities of demonic hierarchy.

"Not quite." I couldn’t help but continue teasing her. "A demon’s different from a demon lord. More chaos, less class. I’ve got standards," I said, my grin widening as I watched her squirm a little more. The playful banter between us had always been fun, but seeing her like this, in the real world, made it even better.

She glared at me from her spot on the bed. "Standards? Is that what you call this?" she whined, her tone sharp but the blush on her cheeks betraying her embarrassment.

"Exactly," I said, making a show of crossing my arms and standing straighter. "I may be a demon lord, but I’m a refined one."

She rolled her eyes at that, clearly unimpressed. "Right," she muttered sarcastically, still keeping her distance from me.