The Incubus System Chapter 877. Green And White

The Incubus System Chapter 877. Green And White

I couldn't resist a smug smile as I casually shrugged off his complaints. "Sorry, not sorry," I quipped, my tone indifferent. "You already tainted my reputation, after all. So, we're even," I added, reveling in the opportunity to turn the tables.

His protest was immediate, and he leaned in, whining in dissatisfaction. "What do you mean by 'we are even'?" he complained, curiosity and irritation mingling in his expression.

My gaze sharpened as I locked eyes with him. I narrowed my eyes, a mischievous gleam in them. "I bet because of yesterday's incident, some of the demon hunters think I have a strange fetish for elders. Am I right?" I fired back with a grin, enjoying the realization dawning on his face.

The groan that followed was priceless. Larry slumped back in his chair, defeated. "You're one cunning demon lord," he muttered, conceding to the fact that the tables had indeed turned.

I chuckled at Larry's dramatic reaction, his eyes widening as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. "Already expected that," I responded with a huff, shaking my head in mock disappointment.

His defense came quickly, words rushing out as if he needed to shield himself from my assumed judgment. "But at least Emma, Ruby, and Mrs. Clea don't believe that," he insisted, giving me a look that pleaded for understanding. He reached for a sandwich and took a bite as he seemed to believe he had at least some allies in this banter.

"They won't," I asserted, my wry smile telling a different story.

His confusion surfaced as a frown. Food still in his mouth, he asked, "Why?" A moment of silence followed, his eyes locking onto mine. Then it clicked, and he gasped in realization. "Oh… OHHH!!!! I get it! Oh my God! You've slept with them?!" he blurted out, shock etched across his face.

I couldn't help but chuckle at Larry's exaggerated reaction. "Emma and Ruby. I haven't 'touched' Mrs. Clea yet, but she's kinda my ally now," I explained with an awkward smile, trying to lighten the mood.

His response was far from what I expected. "W-What?!" he stammered, a shower of sandwich pieces falling from his mouth.

Celia and the others cringed in disgust at the unexpected sight. Larry's imagination seemed to be running wild. "Are you… sleeping with every woman you meet now?" he guessed, still stammering.

I rolled my eyes, quick to set the record straight. "No. What the heck, I'm not that crazy," I retorted, my own cringe mirroring Celia's. 'Well, I hope I won't be that crazy,' I thought. The idea of being romantically involved with every woman I encountered was ludicrous, and I couldn't help but hope that it never became a reality.

Larry's eyes widened in sheer amazement. "But that's a lot! How many women have you slept with?" he asked eagerly, leaning in as if he was about to hear the juiciest gossip.

I took a moment, furrowing my brow as I started counting on my fingers while mumbling their names under my breath. But before I could even finish, Larry's jaw dropped in astonishment. "I can see they are more than ten," he guessed, eyes wide with disbelief.

I shot him a deadpan look. "I told ya I'm an incubus," I reminded him, a hint of irritation creeping into my voice. It seemed like the concept of a demon with a penchant for intimacy was still a shock to him.

"The world isn't fair," he muttered, still in a state of mild shock. His expression seemed torn between awe and envy, as if grappling with the injustice of the universe.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. "Well, being an incubus has its perks, I guess," I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. It wasn't every day that someone learned about the intricacies of a demon's love life. "And don’t forget, I'm a demon lord," I reminded Larry, hoping to divert the conversation back to something less awkward.

However, he seemed unfazed by my demonic status and continued his babbling. "I only have 'Nana-chan' while he has a dozen women surrounding him," he mumbled, his voice tinged with a mix of fascination and lament.

‘I give up…’ I huffed internally, realizing that Larry was spiraling down a rabbit hole of envy that I couldn't rescue him from.

“You know what, let's just continue our breakfast. I think you need more food so your brain can function properly,” Celia suggested, trying to lighten the mood. She shot Larry a sympathetic look, clearly cringing at the situation.

“Why…” Larry muttered, still in shock, completely ignoring her attempt to shift the conversation.

I shook my head in mild amusement and decided to focus on my breakfast, taking another bite of the sandwich. Ignoring him, I chewed thoughtfully, a stray idea crossed my mind. 'Oh right... Thinking again, I never knew what his magic flow looks like,' I pondered, realizing that, despite the peculiar turn of the conversation, there might be something interesting to explore.

I closed my eyes, shutting out the visual distractions around me, and focused on the subtle energies permeating the space. In the stillness, I allowed my senses to extend beyond the immediate physical realm, reaching into the metaphysical layers that intertwined with the world. As I concentrated, I felt an intricate dance of energies, a vibrant tapestry of magic threads interwoven with the essence of the surroundings. The ambient magic flow, usually imperceptible to mundane senses, became tangible in my heightened state of awareness.

His magic thread emerged distinctively, a green luminescence akin to other humans', yet with a peculiar addition – streaks of pure white. The infusion of white into the otherwise ordinary green thread caught my attention, a clear sign of holy power. My brows furrowed in mild surprise. 'Is this because he took the vaccine?' I wondered, connecting the dots between the vaccination and the unique signature in his magical thread.

It formed a delicate pattern that resonated with a force different from the typical human magic flow. It wasn't an overpowering divine aura, but rather a subtle and integrated blend, suggesting a harmonious coexistence of the mundane and the sacred.