The Incubus System Chapter 915. Crazy And Hot

The Incubus System Chapter 915. Crazy And Hot

Celia finally relented, admitting, "You're right." But her admission was laced with a hint of defiance as she added, "Still, that sounds annoying," pouting in displeasure.

I shrugged, unfazed by her protest. "Sorry not sorry," I said in a nonchalant tone, my words dripping with playful arrogance. And without further ado, I decided to push her buttons a little further.

Leaning in suddenly, I closed the gap between us and planted a kiss on her lips. It wasn't rushed, but it wasn't slow either. I wanted her to feel it, to feel the warmth of my lips against hers, if only for a fleeting moment.

Pulling away just as quickly as I had leaned in, I flashed her a smirk before turning on my heel and heading towards the stairs. "I'll check on Ruby. Thanks for the meal," I called over my shoulder, my voice filled with casual indifference.

But as I glanced back at Celia, I couldn't help but notice the deep crimson blush that stained her cheeks, her embarrassment palpable even from across the room. “Tch!” She clicked her tongue once again in frustration, the sound echoing in the silence of the room.

"Brother, you are so annoying!" she shouted after me, her voice tinged with annoyance and a hint of something else—something I couldn't quite place. But before I could dwell on it further, I disappeared up the stairs, leaving her to stew in her embarrassment.

As I ascended the stairs, my mind wandered into a realm of unsettling possibilities, each more absurd than the last. I pictured Ruby rummaging through my underwear drawer with a mischievous gleam in her eye. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but I couldn't shake the image from my mind.

I imagined her delicate fingers tracing the contours of my underwear, her nose wrinkling in distaste as she examined the fabric. Would she sniff them, I wondered, her curiosity getting the better of her? The mere thought made me cringe, but I couldn't deny the possibility.

Or worse, I thought with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, she might use my underwear for her own... personal pleasure. The image was disturbing, to say the least, but it played out in my mind with terrifying clarity. I could almost hear her soft sighs of satisfaction as she indulged in her illicit fantasies, my underwear serving as her unwitting accomplice.

The thought made me feel sick to my stomach, but I couldn't tear my mind away from the vivid imagery. I imagined Ruby, sprawled out on my bed in a state of undress, her fingers trailing lazily across her skin as she reached for my underwear with a wicked grin.

And then, with a shudder-inducing motion, she would press the fabric against her bare flesh, reveling in the sensation as she rolled around on the bed, lost in a world of her own making. The thought was enough to make me want to scrub my brain clean, to erase the disturbing images that danced behind my eyelids.

‘Well, that looks crazy and hot at the same time,’ I thought.

I had to admit, even though I was kinda questioning my sanity because of that, there was something undeniably thrilling about the whole situation. The forbidden nature of it all, the thrill of the unknown—it was enough to send a shiver down my spine.

With a deep breath, I pushed open the door, bracing myself for whatever chaos awaited me on the other side. But to my surprise, what greeted me was anything but chaotic. Instead, there was Ruby, sitting calmly on the side of my bed, her demeanor surprisingly composed given the circumstances.

I couldn't help but let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding as I took in the sight before me. My whole room was tidy, the wardrobe still tightly closed. It was a small miracle, considering the chaos that usually ensued whenever Ruby was involved.

"Well, that's unexpected," I muttered to myself, my eyes sweeping around the room as I tried to make sense of the situation. It was clear that Ruby hadn't taken anything.

"Thank you for cleaning my room, Ruby," I said, my voice tinged with surprise as I stood near the door, still reeling from the shock of it all. Despite my initial skepticism, it seemed that Ruby had surprised me once again, proving that even the most unpredictable situations could have surprisingly mundane explanations.

"Don't mention it," Ruby replied, her voice soft and gentle as she flashed me a sweet smile. "This has become my duty." There was something unnervingly calm about her demeanor, something that didn't quite sit right with me.

I nodded in response, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled in the pit of my stomach. "Is there anything else I need to do?" she asked politely, her eyes meeting mine with an unwavering gaze.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. "No, but I want to talk to you," I said finally, making my way to the chair and sinking into it with a sigh. Honestly, I felt strange about this whole situation. Ruby was too... calm, too normal. It was almost as if she wasn't Ruby at all, but an imposter wearing her skin. 

‘Well, I did expect this, but this is too fishy,’ I thought to myself, eyeing her warily. Was she pulling something? Was this all just an act to throw me off guard?

"What do you want to talk about?" Ruby's voice interrupted my train of thought, her question pulling me back to the present moment.

I frowned, feeling a pang of confusion as I struggled to find the right words. Where do I even begin? I couldn't recall the last time Ruby and I had a normal conversation, free from the shadow of her obsessive behavior. Sure, maybe we had exchanged conversation in passing, but my brain couldn't seem to shake the memory of her relentless stalking.

I cleared my throat. "Uh... So, I want to talk about how you should behave," I began, my words stumbling over each other as I struggled to find the right way to broach the subject. "I mean... You are my servant now, and we're already in the contract. So I hope we can have a normal and healthy relationship."

As the words left my mouth, I couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity wash over me. Normal and healthy were definitely not words that could accurately describe the relationship between a demon lord and a demon hunter who had just been turned into his servant. But hey, at least it was a step in the right direction, right?

Sure, a demon hunter who was crazy in love with a demon lord sounded like the plot of a sweet, forbidden love story. But a demon hunter who stalked a demon lord and tried to steal his underwear? Yeah, that's definitely something else entirely.