The Incubus System Chapter 910. Is That My Underwear?

The Incubus System Chapter 910. Is That My Underwear?

I would be honest, I had my demon servants. They were strong and wild in bed, knowing how to satisfy me and be strong. But Ruby? She was crazier! At least my demon servants knew fear and recognized I was a respectable demon, but even after becoming a demon herself, Ruby was still the same crazy stalker who enjoyed chasing me. She hadn't changed! Her craziness hadn't diminished one bit!

'Wait, does that mean she's worse than Elenna?' I thought. Yeah, thinking again, Elenna was also some kind of stalker. She also had an obsession with me but for different things than Ruby. Yet… she changed after becoming my servant. At least, she was more obedient and cute now. But Ruby? She was still the same as before.

It was like she was stuck in this perpetual state of being my overenthusiastic, somewhat delusional admirer. It was not that I didn't appreciate the attention, but there was a limit to how much of her antics I could handle. Sometimes I just wanted to be left alone.

But every time I tried to set boundaries with her, she just brushed them aside like they were nothing. It was like she was immune to common sense or social norms. And it was frustrating because I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I also didn't want to encourage her behavior.

I mean, sure, she was cute and all, but her constant presence could be suffocating at times. And it wasn't like I could just banish her or ignore her completely. She was my servant, after all, and I had a certain responsibility towards her.

But sometimes I wondered if it was worth it. If the headaches and the constant drama were worth having her around. I knew she meant well, but sometimes I just wished she'd tone it down a notch or two.

My gaze flicked to the white thing emerging from her dress pocket. Somehow, even though I was not sure, I seemed to recognize it. I pointed at it. “Is that… my underwear?” I asked in disbelief. It was clean, so I was sure she took it from my wardrobe since I didn't use any of that anymore since I had my Demon's Clothes skill.

In panic, she immediately put it deeper into her pocket. And put on her innocent face again.

I gave her a flat stare. “I've already seen it. It's too late for that,” I reminded her, extending my open palm to her.

She pouted in annoyance again and took the underwear in force and gave it to me.

“What were you planning to do with it?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing!” she replied quickly. “I just… wanted to have something of yours with me,” she admitted, looking down at the floor.

I sighed, trying to process the situation. “Ruby, you know this is not how you show affection, right?” I said gently.

“But I just wanted to feel closer to you!” she protested, looking up with pleading eyes.

“Still--- you shouldn't steal my underwear, ya know,” I warned her.

“I didn't steal it. It was Celia who said I could take it since you won't be wearing it anymore," she defended herself.

Yeah, I indeed wouldn't wear it again. So it was useless for me. “But that doesn't mean you can take it,” I said.

"But---" she was just about to speak again but I interrupted her. “What Celia said doesn't apply. It's my stuff,” I reminded her.

Ruby pouted again in response. Her lips formed a little "O" as if she was about to protest, but she seemed to think better of it and remained silent.

I got up and put my underwear in my wardrobe. Once I turned to her, she gave me a puppy-eyed look. I cringed again. "What do you want?" I asked. Somehow it gave me goosebumps.

“You know…” she began. “Since I am a naughty servant, I think you should punish me,” she said in a sweet voice. She was doing cute and sexy poses, trying to tease me as if she were a piece of cookie asking to be eaten.

I should be horny to see it. Well, a normal man should be horny, let alone an incubus like me. Yet somehow I could see the big red flag written above her head even though my system didn't pop up any notifications.

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Punish you?” I repeated, trying to wrap my head around what she was suggesting.

She nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah, you know, for stealing your underwear and stuff,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry tone.

"Since you want punishment, how about starting with tidying up my room?" I ordered, deciding to mess with her a bit since she already did it.

In an instant, her smile disappeared from her face. “You are kidding, right?” she said. Once again she changed poses, showing me a more sexy and challenging pose. “I mean look at me. Don't you want to give another type of punishment?” she teased me, a mischievous smile on her lips.

I shook my head, trying to hide my amusement at her antics. “Nope,” I said firmly. “I will be down to have breakfast with Celia. Feel free to join us once you're done,” I added, hoping she would take the hint.

She pouted again, clearly disappointed that her attempts to flirt her way out of punishment weren't working. “Fine,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest in a huff. “But don't expect anything from me. I’m not a real maid,” she added, her tone defiant.

I chuckled, finding her stubbornness oddly endearing. “Just do your best,” I replied with a grin.

Before I left the room, I shot her a warning look. “Also, don't steal my stuff,” I reminded her, not willing to let her off the hook so easily after her earlier antics. Without waiting for her response, I left.