The Incubus System Chapter 998. The Incubus Lord's Charm

The Incubus System Chapter 998. The Incubus Lord's Charm

I forced a smile, keeping it light and casual, as if this was nothing more than a slight oversight on my part. "Of course, how could I possibly forget about that?" I said, nodding repeatedly in a show of compliance. My voice was steady, almost nonchalant.

'Just don’t blame me for what happens next,' I thought to myself, knowing that once the last piece of clothing was removed, things could take a turn I couldn’t fully predict.

With a casual shrug, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my underwear, but this time, I decided to approach it differently. I didn’t just remove it like I had the rest of my clothes. Instead, I made a show of it, drawing the moment out as if I were teasing Zalira. I could feel the tension in the room intensify as I slowly slid the fabric down, revealing more of myself inch by inch. One meant to both challenge and intrigue, especially when it came to exposing my shaft.

Since becoming an incubus lord, my physical attributes had enhanced significantly, and I knew that my size was now… impressive, to say the least. It wasn’t something I usually flaunted, but in this situation, it became a tool—a way to turn the tables on Zalira’s power play. I was certain that the bulge in my underwear hadn’t gone unnoticed by her before, and I suspected that might have been the real reason she insisted on me removing this last barrier. She wanted to see what was inside, and I wasn’t about to disappoint.

The underwear slid down, fully exposing me. I kept my expression calm and unbothered. There was no embarrassment, no shame. I stood there completely naked, fully aware of the effect this display was having on the room.

I caught a glimpse of Mia out of the corner of my eye—her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she bit down on her lower lip, clearly trying to suppress her reaction. The tension in her body was palpable, as if she were torn between desire and something else entirely.

Zalira, on the other hand, was doing everything she could to maintain her composure, but it was obvious that she was struggling. Her eyes were glued to me, taking in every detail. She swallowed hard, the motion barely perceptible, but it was there—a small crack in her otherwise calm demeanor. Despite her attempts to appear unaffected, the heat in her gaze betrayed her true feelings. It was as if she were battling with herself, trying to keep control in the face of something that was pushing her boundaries.

Elros, meanwhile, was a different story. I could sense his annoyance, though he was doing his best to conceal it. His expression remained stoic, but there was a tightness around his mouth. He was clearly displeased with the situation, perhaps with Zalira’s unusual command or it was because… mine was bigger than his, and I preferred the latter.

I stood there for a moment longer, allowing them to absorb the full impact of what they had demanded. The silence was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of their gazes as they took in every detail of my exposed form.

“So?” I asked, my voice breaking the silence as I swept my gaze across the room, demanding their decision. My tone was calm, but there was an edge to it, a subtle challenge that I couldn’t quite suppress.

Zalira cleared her throat, a slight flush still visible on her cheeks despite her best efforts to maintain her composure. “You pass,” she announced, her voice steady, though I could detect a hint of something else—something more primal lurking just beneath the surface.

I nodded and offered her a polite smile, the kind that was both acknowledging and dismissive at the same time. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” I said, keeping my tone formal as I began to methodically put my clothes back on.

As I dressed, I could feel Zalira’s eyes on me, her gaze never wavering. She watched every movement with an intensity that was hard to ignore. It was as if she was still trying to figure me out, to decipher what had just transpired between us. There was a hunger in her eyes, one that she was trying to suppress but couldn’t completely hide.

“I have to say, you’re really good at choosing a partner, Mia,” Zalira said, her voice carrying a mixture of admiration and something else—a hint of envy, perhaps, or a recognition of the charm I held.

Mia smiled, her expression warm but tinged with pride. “He is one of a kind, sis,” she replied, her words laced with affection but also with a subtle hint of possessiveness. It was clear that Mia valued me highly, and she wasn’t shy about letting her sister know it.

“Indeed,” Zalira agreed, her voice softening as a subtle smirk played on her lips. It was a knowing look, one that hinted at the thoughts she was keeping to herself. She was trying to maintain her regal composure, but the smirk gave her away—it was a crack in her otherwise impenetrable facade.

I returned her smirk with a smile of my own, keeping it friendly and formal. But beneath that smile, my thoughts were racing. ‘Now you want me to fuck you, don’t you?’ I bet internally, recognizing the signs in her demeanor. Zalira was intrigued by me, perhaps more than she was willing to admit. The power dynamic had shifted subtly in my favor, and I could see the way she was struggling to reconcile that with her position as queen.

I finished dressing, making sure every piece of clothing was in its rightful place. Zalira’s eyes never left me as I adjusted my cuffs. I straightened my posture, feeling the fabric of my shirt settle perfectly against my skin, and looked up to meet Zalira’s gaze.

“Take a seat, Mr. Lucio,” Zalira said, her voice smooth and composed. She gestured toward me, but not to one of the chairs scattered around the room. Instead, she patted the spot beside her on the lounge where she was reclining.