The Incubus System Chapter 884. Curiosity is Killing Me

The Incubus System Chapter 884. Curiosity is Killing Me

Ethan’s PoV

My fingers traced a delicate path along her cheek, a soft brush that sent shivers down her spine. I couldn't help but notice the subtle smile that played on her lips.

A playful glint sparked in my eyes as I observed her reaction. "Looks like you're savoring the moment more than our previous one," I remarked, a sweet smile curving my lips. There was a teasing edge to my voice, a playful note that hinted at the shared intimacy we were reveling in.

“Um,” she responded with a soft hum, her eyes meeting mine, a mixture of contentment and desire. The embrace that followed was like a silent plea, a hug that conveyed a reluctance for the intimacy to fade.

Honestly, the outcome caught me off guard; I was aiming to offer her a sense of comfort, not end up surprised by the connection. Looking back, I couldn't deny that our initial relationship was far from good. Among all my servants and partners, our beginning was probably the rockiest. I even toyed with the idea of silencing her permanently before.

But, there was something endearing about her transformed demeanor. The once defiant, challenging version of her had morphed into this obedient, almost spoiled companion, and weirdly enough, it suited her. It was like witnessing a complete metamorphosis, and the cuteness factor shot through the roof.

Initially, bringing her into my contract was a strategic move, a means to keep her silent and maintain a strictly contractual relationship. The dynamics were clear-cut – a straightforward give-and-take. However, the reality unfolded into something beyond my expectations, beyond our agreement. Beneath the layers of obligation and formality, a genuine connection sprouted.

Life had this uncanny ability to toss surprises our way, turning a calculated arrangement into an unexpectedly enriching connection. And, in a strange way, I was glad I didn't stick to my initial plan – because what we have now was far more than I could have envisioned.

"You know, I've got to go now. Mrs. Clea's waiting for me," I reminded her, attempting to gently extract myself from her tight embrace.

She tightened her hold, her voice taking on a whiny, almost spoiled tone. "Do you really have to? Right now?" It was like dealing with a kid reluctant to let go of her favorite toy.

"Unfortunately, yeah. A demon lord’s life isn't all glam and chill," I replied, a hint of disappointment coloring my words. I made sure not to sound too arrogant; I didn't want her to think my whole "busy demon lord" thing was just a front. Sometimes, I wondered when I could catch a break. Maybe after I sort out the mess with Zatan and Beel, I could finally relax.

But reality hit me like a ton of bricks. 'Not yet,' I mused, a mental groan echoing my sentiments. There was still that Colossal Eye to handle. The mere thought made me grimace. I hoped it wouldn't become another battle. It was not about being friends, just maintaining a neutral stance would be enough.

"That's a real bummer," she pouted, detaching her arms from our embrace with a disappointed huff. The disappointment painted across her face was hard to ignore.

I attempted to lighten the mood. "Don’t worry. Next time, when I have some free time, I'll take you for another stroll," I assured her. A playful smile accompanied my promise. "And hey, let's not forget you're still on the clock, right?" I gently reminded her. Given her job with a network company, I had roped her into crafting narratives that danced around my spotlight. Just keeping things low-key. A hero narrative could complicate matters, and I preferred to navigate the limelight strategically.

We had a deal: she'd spin some narrations that didn't make me out to be the hero or the villain, just a complex character with shades of gray. I wanted authenticity. I also asked her to report to me if she found any interesting news that might be related to demons or me. I wanted to stay informed without being under a constant spotlight.

Her nod signaled her commitment to the cause.

With a flick of my fingers, I summoned my Demon’s Clothes skill, creating my usual clothes. Beside me, she hastily gathered her clothes, covering her naked form. Once we were both decently attired, I snapped my fingers again, activating my portal skill to whisk us back to the human world.

We materialized in the heart of her office, the sunlight that pierced the windows was a stark contrast to the demon world’s red moon. She shot me a grateful glance before I vanished into another portal, headed for the comfort of my own home. Shifting back to my human form, I indulged in a moment of respite.

Lounging on my couch, I grabbed the remote and mindlessly flipped through channels, not particularly invested in any show. Celia lounged nearby. Likewise with Foxy and my pets. We exchanged banter and talked about anything. But of course, they started it by interrogating me.

Time ticked by, and I wanted to wander aimlessly, putting myself as the organization's sweet target. After all, waiting wasn't my strong suit. But somehow I could hold myself.

Still… I felt anxious. I wanted to settle this as soon as possible. I wanted to know whether the vaccine could break my angelic seal or not.

Celia tilted her head. "Feeling restless? Your expression is kinda weird."

I chuckled, leaning back into the cushions. "Kinda,” I confessed. “Curiosity is killing me. I really want to know the outcome.”

Then, after half an hour that felt like an eternity, I could hear her voice in my head. It was Mrs. Clea, and she announced that the stage was ready. The organization had sent their members to kidnap me. What I needed to do was walk around so they could catch me.

"Looks like duty calls," I mused, rising from the couch. Celia hovered beside me.

Before I left, Celia's voice reached out, a gentle inquiry. "Will you be back for dinner?"

Glancing back, I offered a shrug. "I'm not sure, Celia. It depends on how things go."