The Incubus System Chapter 972. Sex Or My Opinion?

The Incubus System Chapter 972. Sex Or My Opinion?

Swiftly, a butler approached me with a respectful bow. His attire was immaculate, his demeanor composed and professional. "Good evening, Mr. Damian. Welcome to the villa," he said, his voice smooth and courteous. "Please, follow me."

I nodded in response, acknowledging his greeting with a brief smile. The butler turned and began to lead the way, and I followed quickly, my curiosity piqued by the villa's opulence.

The villa's interior was as grand as its exterior. The foyer was spacious, with high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings and a chandelier that cast a warm, inviting glow. The walls were lined with elegant paintings, each piece a testament to the refined taste of its inhabitants. The furniture was a blend of antique and modern, carefully selected to create a harmonious balance of luxury and comfort.

Despite the villa's size and the abundance of furniture, there was a noticeable absence of servants. Apart from the butler, I saw no one else. It became clear that Pearl and Diamond had taken measures to ensure this meeting remained private. By involving as few servants as possible, they minimized the chances of anyone recognizing me or becoming aware of my presence here.

The butler led me down a long hallway, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floor. The silence of the villa was almost eerie, the absence of other staff heightening the sense of seclusion.

The butler led me to a room at the end of the hallway. He knocked softly on the door, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet villa. “Come in,” came a voice from inside, warm and inviting. The butler opened the door for me, and I stepped inside. The door closed quietly behind me, leaving me alone with Pearl and Diamond.

The sight that greeted me was nothing short of chaotic. Pearl and Diamond were in the midst of getting ready, and the room looked as though a whirlwind had swept through it. Several dresses were scattered haphazardly across the floor, a colorful array of silks and satins that shimmered in the soft light. There were at least three large suitcases open, their contents spilling out in a disorganized mess.

Pearl was standing in front of a mirror, holding a sparkling necklace against her neck as she examined her reflection. Diamond was seated on the edge of the bed, sifting through a pile of jewelry, her expression focused and determined. The sheer amount of beautiful dresses and glittering accessories was overwhelming, a contrast to the calm and orderly appearance of the rest of the villa.

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disbelief. I had seen Celia get ready before, but this was on another level entirely. It was as if the room itself had been transformed into a dressing room at a high-end fashion show, with gowns and jewels strewn about in every direction.

“This room is a mess,” I said, approaching them and stopping near a suitcase that lay open on the floor. The sheer volume of clothing and accessories was staggering. I avoided stepping on any of the scattered dresses, mindful of their potential value. Who knew how much these intricate gowns and sparkling jewels might cost? One misstep could make me go broke in an instant—unless, of course, they accepted the demon world’s currency, which seemed unlikely.

Pearl laughed, a light and melodious sound that filled the room. “I know, right? We didn’t expect to be running this late,” she said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. She wore a robe, her hair still damp from a recent shower, and looked effortlessly beautiful despite the chaos.

Diamond chuckled as well, setting aside a pair of earrings she had been examining. “You caught us in the middle of a fashion crisis,” she said, her tone playful yet tinged with genuine exasperation. She stood up, her own robe slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her shoulder.

I surveyed the room, taking in the sheer disarray. Dresses of every conceivable color and style were draped over chairs, strewn across the bed, and even hanging from the doorknobs. The jewelry sparkled from every surface, necklaces and bracelets glinting in the light. There were shoes, too—elegant heels and delicate sandals, scattered as if a whirlwind had passed through.

“Do you always pack this much for a trip?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Pearl shrugged, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “You know us. We like to be prepared for any occasion.”

Diamond rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “And we can never decide what to wear, so we bring everything.”

I shook my head, unable to suppress a smile. “Well, I’m glad I don’t have to choose. You’d be waiting forever.”

Pearl stepped closer, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “You’re not off the hook yet. We might need your opinion on a few things.”

Diamond joined her, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Yeah, don’t think you can just stand there and watch.”

I sighed theatrically, feigning reluctance. “So no sex?” I said in a teasing tone. The words had the desired effect, making both Pearl and Diamond turn sharply toward me.

“Of course, we need that,” Pearl complained, her eyes narrowing slightly in playful indignation.

“Sex or my opinion, you need to choose one. I can't give you both,” I said, maintaining the same teasing tone. It was amusing to watch their expressions shift from shock to contemplation.

“Ugh…” they grunted in unison, clearly frustrated by the ultimatum. They were silent for a moment, weighing their options. But I could already guess their choice.

“Sex,” Pearl finally said, her voice carrying a resigned note.

But Diamond held up a hand, stopping her sister. “Wait, maybe we can cheat a little. One of us chooses sex, and the other chooses his opinion, so we get both,” Diamond suggested, her eyes lighting up with the cleverness of her idea.

I took a deep breath, playing along with the charade. “Then choose who wants to do it with me and who wants my opinion,” I stated in a relaxed tone, folding my arms and leaning against the nearby dresser.