The Incubus System Chapter 802. My Permanent Hobby

The Incubus System Chapter 802. My Permanent Hobby

I ignored her question and pressed on. "If your power mixes with a bloodline that doesn't match, what will happen?" I asked with a sense of urgency, my curiosity overriding any concerns.

“It could burn the host’s body from the inside," she began, her words laden with a weighty significance. "But as long as they take it not much. That shouldn't be a problem. But if they take too much, it can lead to death,” she explained.

The implications of her words were staggering. Due to the different effects, it was becoming increasingly apparent that the glowing liquid injected into Jill was not a mere mixture of Puriel's angelic power and a human bloodline—it was a perilous concoction with potentially fatal consequences.

"Are there any other effects?" I inquired once more, my tone laced with a sense of urgency. I needed to comprehend the full extent of the repercussions that this perilous experiment might have wrought upon Jill.

"I don't know about the others,” she replied softly.

"I see…" I muttered, my thoughts racing to make sense of the fragmented information I had gathered thus far. While I had hoped for comprehensive answers, it appeared that the mysteries surrounding this ordeal were far from being unraveled.

She noticed my worry. "What happened?" she asked me, her expression shifting from inquisitive to slightly wary.

My teasing side kicked in. I leaned in closer, my voice dripping with faux seriousness. "I'm thinking about drying out your blood if you refuse to do it with me," I declared, my tone impeccably solemn.

A gasp escaped her lips, and she clutched her own body instinctively, as though to protect herself from an impending threat. Her wide-eyed gaze was fixed upon me, and in a flash, she began to crawl backward, a look of sheer terror etched across her face. "I know that you are down to the evil path!" she exclaimed, her voice quivering with fear.

My laughter erupted as I watched her reaction unfold before me. It was a hearty, genuine laugh that echoed through the dream realm. "I was just kidding," I assured her, my words punctuated by chuckles that danced in the air. "A kid. I found a kid who was injected with your power since she was a newborn,” I explained, bringing the conversation back to the matter at hand.

She came closer to me again. "A newborn? Wait, is she or is he a human?" she asked, her tone a mix of incredulity and disbelief. It was clear that the idea of a newborn human being subjected to such a heinous experiment was beyond her comprehension.

I nodded solemnly in response to her query. "She is a human," I confirmed.

Puriel gasped audibly, her features contorted in a mixture of shock and dismay. "For goddess's sake… That was awful…" she muttered under her breath, her words a soft lament for the innocent life that had been subjected to unimaginable horrors.

I couldn't help but share in her exasperation. "Yeah," I agreed, my bitterness evident in my tone. "Some humans are that disgusting…"

"So, what are you going to do with her, Ethan?" she asked, her tone laden with worry. It was a question that had been lingering in the back of my mind ever since we had stumbled upon Jill.

"I want to find adoptive parents for her," I began, my voice carrying a note of determination. "But I don't know if anyone is suitable or not." My concern was evident, etched on my face as I voiced the uncertainty that had been gnawing at me. "She has endurance and more strength than normal people. Society might find it difficult to accept her as part of them," I added, my words tinged with worry.

I was deep in thought and fell silent. My mind was consumed by Jill’s friends. I couldn't help but wonder about the lives they now led. Were they safe? Had their circumstances improved, or had they taken a darker turn?

But after a while, I noticed Puriel's gaze on me. Her eyes bore into mine with a strange expression, and I couldn't help but raise one of my eyebrows inquisitively. "What?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by her demeanor.

She shook her head, her lips curling into a gentle smile. "I just found out that you have a soft spot for kids," she remarked, her words carrying a note of warmth that was undeniably infectious.

A bemused chuckle escaped my lips as I realized the source of her amusement. "So?" I replied, my voice tinged with amusement at her revelation. It was an undeniable truth—I did harbor a deep affection for children, a sentiment that often clashed with my identity as a demon.

Puriel's eyes sparkled with delight, and before I could react, she enveloped me in an unexpected hug. "I'm so happy!" she exclaimed.

My mischievous side couldn't resist a little tease. A sly grin danced on my lips. My hands crawled to her waist as I hugged her back. "Since we both like children," I began, my voice laced with a hint of mischief, "why don't we make one?" I teased. Yet my voice sounded serious and full of seduction.

Her reaction was nothing short of priceless. In an instant, she withdrew from our close proximity, her arms flailing in exaggerated retreat. The look of sheer horror on her face was comically exaggerated. "Get away from me, you horny incubus!" she exclaimed, her words a blend of mortification and exasperation.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her dramatic response and shook my head as I observed her recoil. A wry smile played on my lips. I had to confess that Puriel's angelic nature often clashed with my more devilish tendencies, creating a dynamic that oscillated between camaraderie and exasperation.

‘I should make teasing her my permanent hobby,’ I thought. Puriel's reactions were as unpredictable as they were entertaining, and I often found myself wondering how our unique partnership would continue to evolve.