The Incubus System Chapter 941. I Was An Innocent Human

The Incubus System Chapter 941. I Was An Innocent Human

Camila plopped down on the edge of the bed, causing Olivia and me to release our embrace and take our seats beside her. "You guys are lucky since I didn't come with the servants," she quipped, a playful smirk playing on her lips as she glanced between us.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her comment, grateful for the unexpected reprieve from any potential interruptions. Camila's eyes wandered over my body, and for a moment, I couldn't shake the feeling of self-consciousness that washed over me. After all, she was more accustomed to seeing me in my other form as Damian, not as Ethan, the human side of me.

She leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes. I braced myself for whatever playful teasing she had in store. “You really look like a real student in this appearance, Ethan,” she teased, her words laced with amusement. “You look much younger and innocent in this form,” she added, a teasing smile dancing on her lips.

"I was an innocent human," I retorted with a smirk, my lips curling into a playful grin as I leaned in closer to Camila. Our faces were inches apart, the tension crackling in the air between us. “But I can't say I'm innocent anymore. Not after I made a lot of women fall for me," I added, my voice dripping with seduction.

There was a shift in my demeanor, a subtle change in the way I held myself, as if I had flipped a switch and embraced my demonic side without hesitation. Gone was the sweet, innocent facade I had worn moments before, replaced by a more confident, arrogant version of myself.

Olivia's eyes widened in surprise, her lips forming a perfect 'O' shape as she watched the transformation unfold before her. She had seen me switch between my human and demonic forms countless times before, but there was something different about this moment, something that left her awestruck.

“You looked like a cute boy just now. The Ethan I know. But then you turned into a seducer again," she exclaimed, her voice filled with amazement as she took in the sight of me in my full demonic glory.

A chuckle came out of my mouth at her reaction, a sense of satisfaction bubbling up inside me at the knowledge that I could still surprise her after all this time. It was strange, being able to switch between my two sides so effortlessly.

I straightened my back and locked eyes with Olivia. “I'll be honest,” I began, my voice steady as I spoke. “Not all people can trigger that side of me. I mean, after everything that's happened, I've become more accustomed to my demonic side. I'm used to domination, so... making me submit, not everyone can do that,” I admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into my tone.

Camila shot me a teasing glance, her eyes dancing with mischief as she leaned in closer. “I want to try it,” she teased, her voice laced with playful curiosity.

I turned to her with a smirk, my gaze meeting hers as I returned her playful gaze. "That side's not for you, Madam," I teased right back, a sly grin tugging at the corners of my lips. "Cause I know what kind of play you like," I added, my voice dripping with innuendo.

There was a glint in my eyes as I spoke, a silent promise of the pleasures I could offer her if she dared to accept my challenge. I knew her well enough to know what she enjoyed, and I was more than willing to indulge her desires if she was willing to play along. I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Camila bit her lower lip, a telltale sign that she was trying to contain her desire. I couldn't help but smirk at her reaction, knowing that I had hit the mark with my teasing. A faint blush spread across her cheeks.

Before Camila could respond, a sudden knocking sound echoed through the room, breaking the spell of playful banter that had enveloped us. "Your lunch, mam," the servant's voice called out from outside, a reminder of the outside world intruding on our private moment.

“Oh no,” Olivia exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic as she scrambled to gather her clothes from where they lay scattered on the floor. With a sense of urgency, she darted into the bathroom, leaving Camila and me alone in the room.

“Go hide,” Camila instructed me, her tone urgent as she gestured towards the nearest hiding spot.

Without budging an inch from my spot, I tapped into my skills. “Camouflage…” I muttered under my breath.

My features began to shift and change, my muscles contracting and rearranging themselves as my body took on a new form. I morph into the image of a woman, the lines of my jaw softening, my hair lengthening and cascading down my shoulders in loose waves.

Before long, the transformation was complete, and I found myself standing in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection of a woman who bore a striking resemblance to my own human form. A blouse and jeans now adorned my body, the fabric hugging my curves in all the right places.

The door swung open. I was ready with my camouflage, my newly acquired skills poised and ready to blend seamlessly into the background. The servant entered the room, pushing a trolley laden with food, his eyes scanning the room until they settled on mine.

I flashed him a friendly smile, a gesture of politeness more than anything else, but I couldn't help but notice the blush that crept up his cheeks at the sight of me. "Oh, sorry I didn’t know you had a guest, mam," he stammered, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

“Uh- Yes, she is a friend of mine,” Camila quickly answered.

I gave him a dismissive gesture. "No worries at all," I reassured him, my tone light and friendly. "Just bringing us some lunch, huh? Looks delicious," I added, nodding towards the trolley with a grin.