The Incubus System Chapter 880. Consent?

The Incubus System Chapter 880. Consent?

I caught the subtle shift in her expression and figured, why not stir the pot a bit? With an annoying smile plastered across my face, I teased, "But I still want that, though," glancing right at her, the mischief evident in my eyes.

"That's cheating," she complained, a mix of irritation and playful protest in her voice.

"No, I'm not," I defended myself with the same annoying grin, my hands wrapping around her waist. I pulled her into my arms, our faces just inches apart, her chest pressed against mine. It was a classic move, but damn if it didn't work like a charm. "You are my servant after all, you agreed to this," I reminded her, playing the 'you're stuck with me' card.

She pressed her lips together, a reluctant admission hanging in the air. "True," she finally conceded, giving in to the undeniable reality of our arrangement.

"Great," I declared, and in the blink of an eye, we were in my office thanks to my teleportation skills. With a swift move, I pushed Elenna against the wall, pinning her hands on either side of her head. Out came her cute little whip, adding an unexpected twist to the situation. I leaned in, my face getting dangerously close to hers, giving off the vibe that a kiss might be in the cards – but I held back, leaving her on the edge. She flinched, expecting the unexpected, but I stopped just short.

"I will ask you, Elenna," I started, a serious tone cutting through the air. "Do you want to do it or not?" I threw the question out there, making it clear that her choice was the linchpin in this scenario.

Her eyes slowly opened, looking at me with a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Do you… Do you just ask for my consent?" she questioned, her tone laced with genuine shock.

"Yeah," I stated plainly, no beating around the bush. "So, what's your answer?" I pressed, repeating the question, making it crystal clear that her response mattered.

"N-No?" she replied, doubt coloring her words. It was clear she wasn't entirely sure about her answer, maybe a bit hesitant or afraid of what might come next.

I took a deep breath, processing her response. "Fine," I stated, deciding to respect her uncertainty. I released her hands, putting some distance between us. It was like hitting pause on a scene that seemed to be veering off-script.

Elenna just stood there, silently watching me. Confusion etched across her face like graffiti on a blank canvas. I furrowed my brows. "What?" I questioned, genuinely puzzled by her reaction.

Her confusion didn't wane; if anything, it deepened. "Why?" she began, her tone a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. "I am your servant. I shouldn't be able to refuse you even if I don't want to," she added, seeking some clarity in a situation that seemed to defy the unwritten rules of our dynamic.

I leaned against my desk, crossing my arms. "Look, Elenna, consent is a two-way street. Just because you're my servant doesn't mean your feelings and choices don't matter," I explained, trying to break it down for her. It was a weird concept for her, especially since I was a demon lord. I arched an eyebrow, throwing the question right back at her. "Besides, what do I get from that? What do I gain from forcing you?" I needed her to see the big picture. Sure, I had my fair share of seducing, offering choices like a menu at a fancy restaurant. But forcing? Nah, not my style.

Her eyes darted side to side, confusion knitting her brows. You could almost hear the gears grinding in her head. "I don't know… Satisfaction?" she ventured, her uncertainty hanging in the air.

"Satisfaction because I can force you?" I echoed, a laugh bubbling up at the absurdity of the idea. "You know, I have this Charm skill," I spilled, leaning in with a casual air. "I could make any woman desire me. But here's the kicker – I don't use it on just anyone. Only when things get hot and heavy, you know, to keep it interesting," I stated, as if I was discussing my latest gaming strategy.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. "Forcing someone might get you what you want, but it's the easy way out. Where's the fun in that? It's like winning a game with cheat codes. Takes away all the challenge," I explained, hoping to convey the essence of my perspective. It wasn't just about getting what I wanted; it was about the dance, the consensual push and pull that made the whole thing worthwhile.

"Doesn't that hurt your pride?" she blurted out in sheer shock, her eyes widening like she'd just witnessed a magic trick she couldn't wrap her head around.

I shook my head casually. "I don't enjoy forcing someone to satisfy my wishes," I asserted firmly, as if I was laying down the golden rule of my own personal game. My hand extended toward her, fingers tracing a delicate path from her temple to her cheek. My eyes followed the movement, absorbing the subtle reactions on her face. "I'd rather make someone beg me to satisfy her," I continued, playing it cool while delivering what sounded like the ultimate seduction manual.

My hand slipped down her neck. A shiver ran through her as a result. A physical manifestation of the effect I had on her. My face moved closer to her ear, my voice a low whisper that could make even the most resolute person reconsider their life choices. "That's more fun. Because that means... I succeeded in getting her body and her heart," I revealed, the words dripping with a hint of danger and a whole lot of seductive charm. It was a delicate dance, a game of words that blurred the line between desire and consent.

Slowly pulling away, I left her there, caught in the aftermath of my words. Her face was a canvas, painting itself in shades of red, the blush spreading like wildfire. I could practically hear the rapid beats of her heart, a rhythm that echoed the impact of my words.