The Incubus System Chapter 1140. Morning Debauchery

The Incubus System Chapter 1140. Morning Debauchery

I deadpanned. “It’s my room.”

She scowled. “It’s still disgusting!”

Lilieth laughed. Laughed. Like this was the funniest thing she’d seen all morning.

“Oh my,” she purred, completely amused, completely unbothered. “Such a scandal.”

Celia groaned again, facepalming. “I brought you breakfast, not a front-row seat to your morning debauchery.”

Puriel muttered something under her breath, probably a prayer for forgiveness or some divine complaint about having to witness this. That was enough to snap me out of my spoiled incubus mode and shift into annoying big brother mode.

I smirked. Time to make this worse. “You guys are so dramatic,” I said, stretching shamelessly.

Celia pointed aggressively at me without looking. “Put on some damn pants, Ethan!”

I laughed. “Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen everything before. You have tasted it, sucked it, and--- ”

“Nope! Lalalala! Can’t hear you!” She turned even redder.

Puriel, still covering half her face with her wings, glared at me. “You are an abomination.”

I beamed. “Thank you.”

Lilieth, still laughing, stepped back. “Well, as much as I’d love to stay and witness the chaos…”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “You’re ditching me.”

She smiled sweetly. “Of course.”

I scowled. “Traitor.”

She chuckled, leaning in to whisper near my ear. “Good luck, darling.”

And then—she was gone.

Lilieth strode past us all, her tail flicking lazily behind her as she reached for the door. With a simple flick of her wrist, she twisted reality itself, transforming my bedroom door into a passage straight to the Underworld. She stepped through without so much as a glance back.

I stared at the now normal door, my arms crossed, my lips pressed into a thin line.

Then, slowly, I turned my gaze back to my audience.

Celia was still covering her face, probably questioning her life choices. Puriel, meanwhile, looked like she had just witnessed a war crime.

I sighed, folding my arms across my chest. “Until when are you guys going to act like this?”

Celia immediately shot back, not even hesitating. “Until you wear something!”

I rolled my eyes.

-Snap!

With a flick of my fingers, a small pulse of dark energy, and just like that---the dark aura covered my body and shaped into clothes. A simple t-shirt and sweatpants, the usual casual wear. Basic, comfortable, effective.

I lifted my arms slightly, showing off. “There. Happy?”

Celia narrowed her eyes, arms still crossed. “Why didn’t you do it earlier?!”

I grinned. “Because you’re more fun when you’re flustered.”

Puriel scoffed, shaking her head. “Disgusting.”

I blinked. “Okay, seriously. What part of me existing is so offensive to you?”

Puriel gave me a look. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Celia let out a long, exasperated sigh, setting the now slightly ruined breakfast tray on my nightstand. “Well, at least you’re dressed now.”

I smirked. “Aww, worried about me, sis?”

She rolled her eyes. “No. I’m worried about my own sanity.”

I laughed. “You’ve seen worse.”

She squinted. “That is not a defense.”

I flopped back onto my bed, stretching lazily. “Relax, you two. It’s just another morning in the life of me.”

Puriel muttered something under her breath, rubbing her temples like she was questioning every life decision that led her here.

I narrowed my eyes. “Hey. I heard that.”

She didn’t even look at me. “Good.”

I sat up, smirking. “I don't get it. Why are you guys acting like this? I mean—” I stretched, grinning wickedly. “I’ve already fucked you, remember?”

Puriel froze.

Celia, who had been about to say something else, choked violently.

Both of them turned red instantly.

“ETHAN!” Celia screeched, covering her face, refusing to look at me.

Puriel’s wings twitched aggressively, but her face was way too red to be taken seriously. “Y-You do not say such things so casually!”

I grinned. “What? It’s the truth.”

Celia groaned loudly, shaking her head furiously. “Why are you like this?!”

I shrugged. “Hey, you guys started it.”

Puriel was still flustered, looking like she wanted to vanish into holy light.

Celia glared at me, still bright red. “Ugh. Forget it.”

Puriel, finally regaining some of her composure, folded her arms and cleared her throat. “Yes. Let’s talk about something else.”

I blinked.

“Oh, right.” Celia turned to me, arms crossed, head tilted, looking way too smug. “Let’s talk about what we just walked into.”

I blinked. “...What?”

She grinned. “You. Acting like a spoiled little brat for Lilieth.”

I choked.

Puriel’s eyes widened slightly, then she snorted. “Oh. Ohhh. Yes. Yes, let’s talk about that.”

I sat up, immediately defensive. “What? No. What are you even—”

Celia grinned wider. “I bet you hugged her. You pouted at her. You gave her puppy-dog eyes.”

Puriel tilted her head, smirking. “You begged.”

I scowled. “I did not.”

Celia nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, no. You totally did.”

I held up a hand. “First of all, you’re exaggerating.”

Puriel folded her arms, looking way too smug. “Are we, though?”

Celia crossed her arms. “I mean, you literally said ‘Don't leave me, Mommy.’”

I choked again. “I—NO. That was out of context.”

Celia burst into laughter.

Puriel grinned. “No, please, explain the context. I’d love to hear it.”

I pointed at them both. “You two are insufferable.”

Celia, still laughing, sat on the edge of my bed. “Oh, this is beautiful. You always act like you’re so untouchable, but the moment Lilieth is around—”

I groaned loudly, flopping backward. “Shut up.”

Puriel smirked. “Face it, Ethan. You’re spoiled.”

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her.

She dodged effortlessly.

Damn angel reflexes!

Celia grinned. “So, what’s next? Are you gonna whine when she doesn’t tuck you in?”

“You guys are making stuff up now,” I complained.

Puriel gasped dramatically. “Oh, no! Mommy didn’t kiss you goodnight? Tragic.”

I grabbed another pillow and chucked it at her face. Direct hit!

Celia wheezed.

Puriel scowled, throwing the pillow back at me. “You are so immature.”

I grinned. “And yet, here you are, spending your morning harassing me.”

Celia sighed. “Because it’s fun.”

I smirked. “Yeah, yeah. You guys are obsessed with me.”

Puriel rolled her eyes. “Delusional.”

Celia stood up, shaking her head. “Alright, fine. Whatever. Just eat your damn breakfast.”

I grinned wider. “Aww, worried about me again?”

She walked out.

Puriel, before leaving, pointed at me. “You’re still spoiled.”

I threw the last pillow.

This time, it landed on her face.