The Incubus System Chapter 733. Can You Handle Me Alone?

The Incubus System Chapter 733. Can You Handle Me Alone?

Without uttering another word, Ruby released her gentle hold on my cheek and turned to walk away. I stood there, rooted to the spot, watching her retreating figure until she disappeared through the door. Silence enveloped the room, and the weight of her words lingered in the air.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I pondered the predicament, I found myself in. "Why did you have to put me in such a dilemma?" I whispered, the words barely audible. My gaze remained fixed on the closed door as if hoping for answers that were not forthcoming.

Beside me, Celia's voice broke the silence, her tone filled with understanding. "That's because she's crazy about you."

I turned my attention towards Celia, finally tearing my eyes away from the empty doorway. "I know, but I've never fully grasped the extent of her obsession," I admitted, my voice tinged with a mix of confusion and vulnerability. Memories of my own past love resurfaced, and I couldn't help but share a glimpse of my own experience.

"I once fell deeply in love with someone, Celia. I had dreams of a future where it would just be the two of us, united in our love and facing the world together," I confessed, my voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. It was when I first fell in love with Emma.

"But I know that given my circumstances, I wouldn't be able to attain that idealized love," I confessed, a tinge of resignation coloring my voice. It might seem like a cowardly choice, but it was a practical one for me. In that chaotic period of my life, when I struggled to even survive, the fear of being unable to give her the life she deserved held me back. But now, everything had changed.

Celia interjected with a heartfelt statement; her words laced with empathy. "It's difficult for women to defy the pull of their hearts."

A gentle smile graced her lips, reflecting the depth of her understanding. "We tend to follow our hearts, or at least most of us do," she continued, her tone carrying a touch of vulnerability. "It may lead us to make seemingly irrational choices, and our actions may defy logic. But at the core, we remain true to our hearts," she explained, her words resonating with a profound truth. "That's why when I chose to be distant and cold toward you, it was akin to self-inflicted torture for me," she confessed, baring her own struggles.

I chuckled, the sound carrying a mix of amusement and bewilderment. "You know. Despite my status as the lord of incubus and possessing knowledge about women's emotions, even mastering the art of seduction, the complexities of a woman's heart remain an enigma to me," I confessed, acknowledging my own limitations. Well, unless I resorted to my Mind Corruption ability, that is. It allowed me to delve deeper into their thoughts and desires.

Celia responded with a playful laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, well. Since you're thinking about her, does that mean you've started developing feelings for her?" she prodded, her curiosity evident.

I paused, considering her question carefully. "Honestly, I don't know for certain," I replied, my tone tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "But what I can say is that my heart feels divided into numerous fragments," I confessed.

Celia shot me a disapproving look, her brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean by giving a piece of yourself to each of us?" she asked, her tone laced with skepticism.

I let out a chuckle, finding amusement in her response. "Well, you see. Despite my status, even I have my limits," I explained, my voice tinged with a hint of mischief. "If I were to give my entire self to every woman I encounter, I'd be nothing more than a sleep-deprived, pleasure-seeking machine. And trust me, that wouldn't be good for anyone involved," I added with a smug grin, fully aware of the implications of my seductive nature.

Celia rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by my self-assured demeanor. "Oh, that’s why it’s just a piece, huh?" she retorted sarcastically, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

I shrugged nonchalantly, feigning innocence. "Hey, a piece is better than nothing, right?" I quipped, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "If I give it all to you. Can you handle me alone?” I asked her with an annoying smirk. 'I'm an incubus after all' was written clearly on my face.

Celia sighed, her exasperation evident. "You and your insatiable appetite," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head in mock disapproval.

I grinned unapologetically, reveling in the banter between us. "Well, what can I say? It's in my nature," I replied, my smirk widening.

Celia's frustration was palpable as she clicked her tongue in annoyance, her irritation clear in her eyes. "You're lucky because you're an incubus," she muttered, her voice filled with a mix of anger and resignation. Deep down, I knew she was right. My abilities granted me an advantage when it came to understanding and enticing women, and it was a reality I couldn't deny.

I couldn't help but respond with a self-satisfied smirk, fully aware of the effect my words had on her. "Well, what can I say? Being a lust demon does have its perks," I replied, my voice laced with a hint of mischief. The truth stung, and I knew she couldn't argue against it.

Her pout deepened, and she turned on her heels, retreating back into the house. My pets, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, followed suit, disappearing into the depths of the rooms. Even Foxy, usually so fond of my lap, chose to join Celia instead. As I watched them leave, a sense of emptiness washed over me, replacing the smugness that had adorned my face just moments ago.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips, and I couldn't help but reflect on the situation. "Why does it feel like I won the battle, but lost the war?" I muttered to myself, the words barely audible.