The Incubus System Chapter 942. Ethine

The Incubus System Chapter 942. Ethine

The servant nodded in agreement, his nerves visibly easing as he focused on the task at hand. "Yes, miss. I hope you enjoy it," he replied.

The servant moved around the room with practiced efficiency, placing each dish on the dining table with a deftness that spoke of years of experience. The food was dominated by finger foods, carefully arranged to be easy to eat even without utensils. There were bite-sized sandwiches, stuffed with savory fillings and garnished with fresh herbs, alongside delicate pastries filled with creamy cheese and flaky pastry.

But it wasn't just savory treats that adorned the table. I spotted bowls of sweet sauces, perfect for dipping fruits or drizzling over desserts, and plates of colorful sweets, each one adorned with a dollop of whipped cream. It was a feast for the senses, a tantalizing array of flavors and textures just waiting to be sampled.

I also noticed the bedsheet beneath me. It felt different somehow, softer and more luxurious than I remembered. But as I ran my fingers over the smooth fabric, I realized that it was made from a waterproof material, designed to withstand even the messiest of play sessions.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I realized the implications of the bedsheet's unique properties. It was clear that whoever had prepared the room had gone to great lengths to ensure that every detail was just right, from the delicious food to the carefully chosen bedding.

I also noticed the way his gaze kept darting back to me, stealing quick glances when he thought I wasn't looking. He appeared to be around 23 years old. A hint of nervousness was clear on his face as he went about his duties.

A sense of unease gnawed at me. I glanced down at my clothes, checking for any signs of disarray. But everything appeared to be in order, my blouse neatly tucked into my jeans, my bra securely in place.

A nagging thought crept into my mind. 'Please don't say he has a crush on me,' I silently pleaded, desperately trying to suppress the cringe that threatened to bubble up inside me. It wasn't the first time I had encountered such attention, but it still caught me off guard every time. I couldn't help but wonder why so many people seemed to prefer the female version of me over my true male form.

Well at least, the young servant seemed to be ignoring the messy bed sheet where I sat, as well as any lingering traces of my intimacy with Olivia.

A random thought suddenly popped into my head out of nowhere. 'Wait... what if I had been born a woman? Would I instantly become one of those popular girls everyone wants to be friends with?' I pondered, my mind spinning with the possibilities. 'Would my life have been easier from the start?'

But then, another thought crept in, one that I wasn't quite prepared for. 'Worse... maybe I could have survived by being a gold digger, never having to experience a financial crisis in my life,' I mused, a sense of bitterness creeping into my thoughts. 'This is unfair,' I complained silently to myself, feeling a surge of frustration at the unfairness of it all.

But before I could dwell any further on my super random train of thought, the servant's voice interrupted my reverie, bringing me back to reality. “Do you need anything else, miss?” he asked politely, his gaze lingering on me expectantly.

I couldn't help but hold back a cringe at his question. Shouldn't he be asking Camila that? After all, she was the one who had invited me here. But when I glanced at her for guidance, she simply gestured for me to respond.

"No, I think that's enough," I replied with a small, formal smile, trying to shake off the strange thoughts that had been swirling around in my mind.

“Understood. Please call me if you need anything. Miss…?” the servant said, trailing off as he waited for me to supply my name.

“Et---” I opened my mouth to respond, but then I hesitated. My name, Ethan, was clearly a boy's name, and it didn't feel quite right at this moment. 

“Ethine,” Camila chimed in, her voice smooth and confident. "Her mother is from abroad, so her name is a little unique," she added, her words flowing effortlessly as she spun her impromptu tale.

I shot Camila a questioning glance, silently asking why she had chosen such an unusual name. But instead of offering an explanation, she just grinned back at me, her eyes dancing with mischief.

With a shrug, I decided to go along with her little charade, knowing that it was all in good fun. After all, sometimes life was too short to take everything so seriously.

So with a playful smirk of my own, I turned back to the servant and nodded. "Ethine it is," I said with a smile, embracing the absurdity of the situation.

“Oh, what a beautiful name,” the servant remarked with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with admiration.

I flashed him a quick grin, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the compliment. “Yup,” I replied nonchalantly, trying to play it cool despite the flutter of excitement in my chest.

Turning to the servant, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to do. “Please leave us. I would like to speak privately with Mrs. Camila,” I requested, trying to keep my tone firm and confident.

For a moment, I could see a flicker of disappointment flash across the servant's face, but he quickly composed himself and nodded in understanding. With a polite bow, he retreated from the room, leaving Camila and me alone at last.

I raised one of my eyebrows. “Ethine? Seriously?” I asked her as I canceled my Camouflage skill. My form once again went back to Ethan. And rather than my blouse and jeans, I wore a simple T-shirt and jeans.