The Incubus System Chapter 953. It's Called Common Sense

The Incubus System Chapter 953. It's Called Common Sense

Celia's laughter faded, and she gave me a pointed glare, her playful demeanor shifting to one of mild annoyance. "Didn't I tell you that you reek of cum? Why are you sitting here?"

I frowned, taken aback by her bluntness. "Because this is my bed," I replied, trying to defend my choice of seating.

Celia's expression didn't soften. Instead, she gave me a dry smile, the kind that usually precedes a lecture. "Brother, you need some common sense. You should take a bath first. We're trying to tidy up your bedroom, not add to the mess."

I pouted, feeling a bit like a scolded child. "How cruel," I muttered, but I knew she was right. The previous intense intimacy had left me in dire need of a shower. With a resigned sigh, I stood up and headed toward the bathroom.

As I walked away, Celia called after me, "It's called common sense!"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her parting shot, shaking my head as I made my way down the hall. Once I entered the bathroom, I paused, standing in silence as I started to sniff myself. "Am I really that smelly?" I muttered to myself. Of course, I couldn't smell it; my senses had been dulled to my own scent over time.

"Well, that was stupid," I admitted to the empty room. "Of course, I can't smell it." I shrugged, deciding it didn't really matter. Whatever the case, a shower was definitely in order.

I turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up as I stripped off my clothes. The steam began to fill the room, I stepped under the hot spray. The water cascaded over my body.

In just ten minutes, I finished my bath. A quick but thorough cleanse that left me feeling refreshed. I dried my body with a towel, the soft fabric soaking up the remaining water droplets from my skin. I wrapped the towel around my waist and took a moment to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My reflection stared back at me.

I couldn't help but think about what lay ahead. I had a few hours before I needed to head over to Emma's place this evening. After that, my schedule was packed: appointments with Pearl and Diamond, and a meeting with Mia. And looming over everything was the pressing question of Puriel. Would I be able to release her tonight? Or should I wait more?

I took a deep breath, trying to focus. Maybe the easiest thing was to get access to meet Puriel directly, in his flesh, not just in dreamland as usual. "I hope I can do it," I muttered to myself, my voice barely above a whisper. But first, I needed to recharge. It was going to be a long night, and I had to be prepared, especially when it came to my energy.

But then I remembered that Celia and the others were still in my room, making it impossible for me to nap there. I shrugged, deciding that the couch would be enough for me. I snapped my fingers, using my Demon’s Clothes skill. This time, a simple t-shirt and shorts appeared, covering my body in comfortable, casual attire.

I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way to the living room. The house was quiet, the only sounds coming from Celia and Foxy along with my pets as they continued to tidy up my room or maybe… otherwise. Going downstairs, I entered the living room, I couldn't help but chuckle internally at the thought of sleeping on the couch. It had been so long since I last did that. The last time was when I was still in high school.

"I just need a quick nap," I muttered to myself. "Just a little rest before the night begins."

I stretched out on the couch, feeling the familiar cushions beneath me. As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I let my mind wander. The events of the past few days played out in my thoughts. Yeah, it was typical of me. I did realize that I usually have a knack for overthinking every time I try to take a rest.

‘Okay, no more thinking! Just rest, Ethan!’ I warned myself.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to relax. I could hear faint laughter and conversation coming from my room, but it was distant, almost like a comforting background noise. Within minutes, my body began to succumb to my sleepiness. My breathing slowed, each inhale and exhale becoming deeper and more rhythmic. My mind, once a chaotic jumble of thoughts and plans, began to quiet down.

Before long, the darkness behind my eyelids deepened, and I drifted off to sleep. It was a quick descent into slumber. My last coherent thought was a silent prayer that Celia and her gang wouldn’t make too much noise or bother me while they were upstairs.

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Celia’s PoV

Celia and the gang had finally finished cleaning Ethan's room. What had started as a playful invasion had turned into a thorough cleaning session, taking much longer than they had anticipated. It had been nearly two hours since they began, but the room now sparkled with a tidiness that hadn’t been seen in a long time.

They descended the stairs. Their conversation was filled with laughter and light-hearted teasing. They had just discovered another one of Ethan’s funny photos—a snapshot from his teenage years where he was caught in an awkward dance pose at a middle school function. The photo had provided endless amusement, and their giggles echoed down the hall.

"I can't believe we found that photo," Foxy said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "He looked so awkward!"

Celia laughed, shaking her head. "I know, right? He would probably be so embarrassed if he knew we found it."

Their laughter was infectious, and even Shadow’s usual composed demeanor cracked with amusement.

It was then that Celia’s gaze fell upon the couch, where Ethan lay asleep. The sight of him, sprawled out and vulnerable, immediately softened her laughter. She motioned for the others to quiet down, and they all turned to see what had caught her attention.