The Incubus System Chapter 930. Don't Tell Me You're Horny

The Incubus System Chapter 930. Don't Tell Me You're Horny

"Why do I feel like I'm sneaking around in my own house?" I muttered to myself, feeling a flush of cringe creep up my neck. Seriously, it was ridiculous how I was tip-toeing around like some kind of amateur cat burglar.

Then it hit me. This whole scenario felt eerily familiar, like déjà vu smacking me upside the head. And then it clicked—I had pulled this same stunt not too long ago when I snuck into Camila's room. It felt like ages ago, even though it had only been a few measly months. But hey, a lot can change in a few months, right?

“Ehm!” a female voice came. My thought was rudely interrupted by the unmistakable sound of Celia clearing her throat behind me. I turned to face her, giving her a half-hearted smile. There she stood, arms folded across her chest, looking like she was ready to chew me out. Classic Celia move.

But something was off. Despite the scowl on her face, I could see a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. Well, maybe she wasn't as mad as she seemed. And then I noticed Foxy standing behind her, shooting me a weird look. Her cheeks were flushed too, and there was a certain... vibe in the air.

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the pair of them. Celia looked annoyed, sure, but there was something else there too. And Foxy, well, she looked like a deer caught in headlights, maybe? I wasn’t sure how to describe it. And… Was it just me, or did she seem a little... flustered? I couldn't help but wonder what had them both worked up.

I rolled my eyes at Celia's accusation. "What?" I shot back, my tone bordering on defensive. Seriously, what was her deal?

Celia folded her arms across her chest tighter, giving me a look that clearly said she wasn't buying any of my nonsense. "It's not even noon yet, brother," she began, her voice tinged with irritation. "And yet you've managed to make a fuss," she added, her frown deepening.

I raised an eyebrow at her, crossing my arms in a mirror image of her stance. "What fuss?" I countered, my patience wearing thin. Honestly, I had no idea what she was going on about, and I was getting tired of playing this guessing game.

Celia let out an exasperated sigh, her frustration palpable. "Her moans," she said bluntly, her words were sharp. "Those clapping sounds. Those groans. Do I need to say more?" she continued, her voice rising with each word.

My eyes widened in realization. ‘Oh, right. The noise,’ I thought. I had completely forgotten about that little detail. We weren't in some secluded mansion in the demon world where we could make all the noise we wanted. We were in the middle of the human world, in our father's modest house. And if the neighbors heard... Well, it wouldn't be ideal.

Yeah, I may have overlooked that tiny detail. And considering Celia and I were siblings, not married, well, it could definitely cause some raised eyebrows among the neighbors.

I flashed Celia an innocent grin, hoping to smooth over the tension that had sprung up between us. "Oops, my bad. Totally slipped my mind," I apologized, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly. “I may have messed up, but cut me some slack here,” I bargained.

But as I watched Celia's expression shift from annoyance to skepticism, a frown creased my forehead. I mean, sure, I may have overlooked the whole noise issue, but it's not like it was a big deal, right?

"But come on, Celia," I protested, my tone turning defensive. I gestured towards the window, which conveniently faced Mrs. Clea's house. "Our next door neighbor is Mrs. Clea. She already knows about me and my identity," I explained, trying to ease her worries. I cleared my throat. “Also about my habits,” I added. If anyone was going to hear the noise, it would be her. And honestly, I doubted she would even bat an eyelash. After all, she had seen—and heard—plenty of weird stuff over the years.

Celia tilted her head slightly, her expression still skeptical. Well, my reasoning seemed pretty solid to me, but Celia wasn't exactly known for backing down easily. "What about the neighbors behind our house?" she countered, her brow furrowing with concern.

I paused, racking my brain for an answer. "Oh, them," I replied with a dismissive wave of my hand. "They're an old couple, remember? They practically have one foot in the grave already, and their hearing isn't exactly that good," I reminded her, trying to sound reassuring.

Celia bit her lip, clearly not convinced by my explanation.

My innocent grin morphed into a mischievous smirk as I leaned in closer to Celia, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "Don't tell me you're horny because of those sounds?" I teased, my voice laced with amusement.

Celia's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, confirming my suspicions. I couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having caught her off guard. It was fun to see her flustered, and I was definitely enjoying the moment.

“You are annoying,” she muttered under her breath. Her blush only seemed to intensify as she stammered out a weak protest, her eyes darting away from mine. Yeah, I had definitely hit the nail on the head with that one. It was kind of funny, in a way, how easily I could get under her skin.

I couldn't resist teasing Celia a little more, especially after seeing her cheeks turn a shade of crimson that would make a tomato jealous. "Looks like I'm right," I teased her again, flashing her an annoyingly smug smile.

Celia's response was swift and sharp. "No, you are not," she shot back, her lips forming a pout that would put a toddler to shame. I couldn't help but chuckle at her defensiveness. It was like watching a cat try to act tough after getting caught playing with a ball of yarn.