The Incubus System Chapter 879. Negotiation And Seduction

The Incubus System Chapter 879. Negotiation And Seduction 

"Don't mention it, Your Highness. It's my job," Leon uttered with a bow, the satisfaction evident in his posture. I acknowledged his words with a casual nod, appreciating the efficiency of my loyal assistant.

I shifted my attention to Elenna, who stood beside me, captivated by the sprawling cityscape before us. Her eyes sparkled with an innocent delight. A foolish grin adorned her face, and her slightly parted lips hinted at the possibility of a drool escaping. This was a side of Elenna I had never witnessed before. The transformation intrigued me, softening her usually annoying demeanor.

"Since you are satisfied, shall we go back now?" I proposed, breaking the enchantment of the moment. The contrast between Elenna's usual sultry allure and her current childlike fascination struck me as both perplexing and endearing.

The question etched a frown on Elenna's forehead, like reality just gave her a wake-up slap. She turned to me, the look in her eyes saying, "Can't we just chill here a bit longer?" Her voice had this edge of pleading, a mix of desperation and longing. Glancing around, she continued, "I mean... this place is seriously amazing."

Seeing Elenna like this was like catching a unicorn in the wild – rare and kinda mind-blowing. It was like she hit the rewind button on her age; suddenly, she looks way younger, shedding the whole professional vibe she usually rocks. Not gonna lie, the "crazy reporter" image fitted her better than the so-called professional one. I mean, who dove headfirst into danger just to get the scoop they want? Elenna did, that's who.

"I've got another thing to do, so we've gotta bounce now," I declared, wearing my disapproval like a grumpy cat meme.

Elenna, though, wasn't ready to wave the white flag just yet. "What if you go back first? I don't mind being accompanied by Leon. Or if he's busy, I can wander around solo. I've got your office location locked and loaded in my brain," she tossed out, giving me those puppy-dog eyes. Classic negotiation tactic.

I shook my head. "No means no." I had to be firm. Leon had more on his plate than a wedding feast, and his main gig was way more crucial than playing tour guide. Driving us around was like a bonus round for him. This whole tour thing was as spontaneous as a surprise party, and Leon just happened to have a bit of free time to show us the demon world ropes. I didn't want to bug him more than necessary, considering he already had a mountain of work thanks to my absence.

Elenna pouted, clearly not satisfied with my answer. "Come on, just a little longer. It won't hurt anyone," she pleaded, doing her best impression of a kicked-puppy look. It was kinda hard to resist, but I had to stand my ground.

I shot her a deadpan look. "No," I stated flatly, like I was the last referee in a game of charades and her guess was light years away.

Undeterred, she sidled up, playing the gentle hand-holding card. Sweet smiles and everything. "How about I pay you a little service?" she purred, trying to dip her toes into the fine art of negotiation.

I raised an eyebrow. "Still a no," I declared, my tone as firm as a grandparent refusing to spoil their grandkid with candy before dinner. For some reason, this whole scene felt like I was trying to coax a stubborn child to come home from the playground.

But she wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet. The next move? Unbuttoning the top few buttons on her shirt like it was the trump card in a game of poker. Cleavage was on display, and she'd worked some magic to push the girls up a bit, ensuring I got a front-row seat to the show. "Please…" she practically purred, attempting to pull out the big guns and seduce me into a yes.

I remained unfazed, a master of the poker face. "That won't work," I deadpanned. It was like I was immune to her attempts, channeling my inner stone wall. Who knew saying no could be so much of a workout? She huffed, looking a tad defeated, but I wasn't about to cave in just because she played the ol' seduction card.

"I beg you~" she pleaded, like she was auditioning for a drama series. I felt her hand once again reaching for mine, and the next thing I knew, my hand was sandwiched between her squishy mounds. Those puppy-dog eyes and the blush on her cheeks were a whole performance.

Her boobs were like some magical, soft-solid jelly. Super squishy and addictive, but I managed to keep my expression as flat as a pancake. "If you want to try to charm an incubus lord, you have to try harder than this," I declared, throwing out the cold hard truth. One pair of boobs wasn't about to turn me into a puddle. Yeah, I've got standards – or at least, a high resistance level.

I smirked at her, not giving an inch. "I won't change my mind with just one pair of boobs," I announced, laying down the law like I was the captain of Team Resistance. If she thought she could just flash a little cleavage and I'd surrender, she had another thing coming. Tempting an incubus lord required more than a simple sleight of hand – it was gonna take more than just a squeeze to get me on the charm train.

Her face inched closer to my ear, and she whispered, "How about with my slimy pussy?" The words purred out of her mouth, and when she pulled away, I couldn't help but notice her face turning a shade redder. The whole thing was like some bizarre game of temptation.

I maintained my poker face. "No, still won't work," I emphasized, shutting down her attempt with the precision of a well-timed mic drop. No slimy tactics were gonna change my stance.

She pouted, removing her hand from mine. "Uuu… Okay," she sighed, disappointment lacing her voice as she threw in the towel. It was almost like watching a kid give up on trying to sneak an extra cookie before dinner.