The Incubus System Chapter 997. The Queen Unusual Request

The Incubus System Chapter 997. The Queen Unusual Request

I frowned, trying to comprehend the command. "Pardon?" I asked, my voice carefully measured, hoping I had somehow misunderstood. After all, this was a royal chamber, not the kind of place where such demands were made. If we were in the Sea Devil Club or the Ledred district, this command might have made sense, but here, in the queen’s private chambers, it was entirely unexpected.

Zalira didn’t blink. Her eyes remained fixed on me, unwavering.

"Is that too far?" Mia interjected, her voice tinged with disbelief as she looked at Zalira, clearly questioning the necessity of such an extreme measure.

"No," Zalira responded simply, her tone flat, devoid of any emotion. She kept her gaze locked on me. "He is new. We need to be careful," she added, her voice carrying a chilling finality that left no room for negotiation.

I hesitated, my mind racing to find a way out of this situation. Stripping in front of the queen wasn’t just about the potential humiliation—it was about the risk of exposing my true nature. But it wasn’t the usual concerns of revealing demonic features that troubled me; it was my Demon Clothes skill. The clothes I was wearing weren’t ordinary garments—they were crafted from my demonic power. If I took them off, once they were separated from my body, they would revert to their original form—pure demonic energy—and then vanish into thin air.

I hadn’t anticipated that this seemingly minor detail could become a potential disaster. I had simply considered these clothes as part of my disguise, never expecting that I might be forced to remove them in such a scrutinizing environment. My thoughts spiraled as I calculated the consequences. Zalira was growing impatient.

“Why are you hesitating?” Zalira asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied me. Her tone was sharp, demanding, and I knew I couldn’t stall much longer.

"This is an unusual request, Your Majesty," I said, my voice calm but edged with the unease I couldn’t entirely suppress.

"So, are you going to do it or not?" Zalira pressed, her patience clearly wearing thin.

I could feel Mia’s concerned gaze on me, but she remained silent, perhaps sensing that anything she said would only add fuel to the fire.

Then, an idea came to me—an idea so simple yet risky that I had to consider it carefully. ‘As long as the clothes don’t leave my grasp, they won’t change back into their original form. I guess I just need to try it,’ I thought, trying to reassure myself.

"I will, Your Majesty," I finally said, the resolve settling into my voice. I knew there was no other way out of this, and delaying any further would only make things worse. I had to act decisively and hope that my plan would hold.

I began peeling off my suit jacket, moving slowly to ensure I maintained control over the situation. My fingers worked methodically on the buttons, each one slipping free with a quiet click. As I unbuttoned my shirt, I felt the weight of the room’s attention bearing down on me. I couldn’t afford any mistakes.

My trousers came next, and I carefully slipped out of them, making sure to keep my clothes strategically arranged beneath me. They looked messy, but it was a controlled chaos. I made sure the corners of the garments still touched my feet. It wasn’t fully noticeable—just a subtle connection. With each piece I tossed, though it seemed as if they merely fell, I used my Telekinetic skill to guide them, ensuring they landed precisely where they needed to. This way, they wouldn’t disappear once my hands released them.

The trickiest part was making sure everything appeared natural. I couldn’t let anyone suspect I was doing anything out of the ordinary. Zalira’s eyes never left me, scrutinizing every movement. Elros stood by her side, his expression impassive but his eyes sharp and watchful. Mia sat tense in her chair, her concern palpable even though she remained silent.

Finally, I was down to my underwear. I had managed to maintain the connection with my clothes, preventing them from reverting to their original form. I stood there, bare but for the last piece of modesty, my heart pounding in my chest. The air felt cooler against my skin, and I could feel every inch of it as I faced Zalira.

“Is this enough?” I asked, my voice steady despite the storm of thoughts racing through my mind. I had done everything I could to maintain control, to keep my clothes from revealing my secret, but now it all hinged on what Zalira would say next.

For a brief moment, I caught a flicker of something in her expression—a blush creeping across her cheeks despite her otherwise calm and regal demeanor. Her eyes were locked on me, scrutinizing every part of my exposed body. There was a tension in the air, a subtle but undeniable attraction that she seemed to be fighting against. I could see the way her gaze lingered, the way she almost, but not quite, licked her lips. It was as if she was trying to maintain her composure, but the presence of an incubus lord standing half-naked before her was testing her resolve.

'That's what you get when you make an incubus lord strip,' I scoffed internally, though I kept my outward expression calm and composed. I knew the effect I had on others, especially when it came to situations like this.

Just as I thought I might have successfully navigated this ordeal, Zalira’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. “Underwear,” she ordered, her tone sharp, leaving no room for negotiation. “You haven’t taken off your underwear.”

Elros’ gaze flicked to Zalira, and in that brief moment, I could see the surprise in his eyes. It was clear that this was an unusual request, even by Zalira's strict standards. This wasn’t part of any protocol he had seen before. He remained silent, his expression impassive.