The Incubus System Chapter 1139. Spoiled Little Incubus

The Incubus System Chapter 1139. Spoiled Little Incubus

The aftermath was pure bliss.

We were tangled together in my bed, our bodies still warm from everything that had just happened. My skin was sticky, my breath still a little ragged, but I didn’t care.

Lilieth’s arms were wrapped around me, her body soft, warm, and so damn comfortable that I didn’t want to move. My head rested against her chest, and I could hear the faint sound of her heartbeat, steady and calm.

I felt good.

Too good.

I could stay like this forever.

Her fingers ran through my hair, her nails grazing my scalp in the kind of way that made my eyes droop shut in pure contentment. Her scent surrounded me—a mix of something sweet and dark, like honey with a sinful edge. I inhaled slowly, pressing my face against her, nuzzling in deeper.

She sighed. “Ethan…”

I hummed lazily, barely able to form words.

Her hand stroked through my hair again, her touch soothing, unhurried.

I smiled, keeping my face pressed against her skin. Perfect.

But yeah. Unfortunately, Lilieth couldn’t stay like this forever.

She exhaled, shifting slightly beneath me. “I have to go now.”

My brows furrowed immediately.

She continued, her fingers still absently threading through my hair, “I have other things to do.”

I lifted my head slowly, my eyes half-lidded, my lips curving into a pout.

She paused.

I could see it—the slight hesitation in her eyes, the way her hand lingered in my hair, the way her tail flicked just slightly behind her. I had her attention. Now, time for the final move. I widened my eyes, softening my expression into something innocent, something helpless. Like a kid who just got told he couldn’t have another bedtime story. My request was clear. ‘Can’t you stay longer?’

Her lips tugged up in amusement, but she still poked my forehead gently. “I know you’re playing with me,” she said, voice light, teasing, but firm. “You can’t keep doing this.”

I blinked. “Doing what?”

She arched an eyebrow. “Acting like a spoiled little incubus.”

I huffed, my pout deepening. “It’s Nephilim, Mom.”

Her lips twitched. “Your appetite says otherwise.”

I paused. I mean. She wasn’t wrong.

She stretched her arms over her head, completely unbothered, as if she hadn’t just been wrecked by me multiple times. “Even Lord Damon never acted like this. We had sex, of course, but not round after round after round like this,” she mused, shaking her head.

I smirked. “Oh? You’re comparing me to Dad now?”

She rolled her eyes. “Not really.” Well… I wouldn’t deny that since based on my memory, even Erebus didn’t have this much appetite.

I grinned. “What can I say? I like to excel. Besides, Dad is a Death Demon.” My grin widened. “Does that mean I'm better than him?” I asked in a teasing tone.

She flicked my forehead again. “You’re impossible.”

She was about to move again, but I pouted harder, nuzzling into her again in a last attempt to keep her in bed. “Stay.”

Her laugh was soft. “You know I can’t.”

I let out a long, dramatic sigh, tightening my grip around her waist.

“Ethan,” she warned, though there was no real bite to it.

I mumbled against her skin. “You’re gonna leave me all alone?”

She tilted her head, pretending to think. “You’ll survive.”

“I don’t know… I feel kinda weak…” I pretended.

She snorted. “Weak? After what you just put me through?”

I grinned, pressing my lips against her collarbone. “It’s a delayed reaction,” I threw random excuses.

She let out another suffering sigh, pulling my head back up to look me in the eyes. “Ethan, let me go.”

I groaned loudly, rolling onto my back with way too much dramatics. “Ugh. Fine. But only because I’m a very understanding son.”

She snorted again, sitting up. “Understanding? You’re a menace.”

I smirked, watching her move, the way she casually stretched like she hadn’t just been trapped in my arms. “Yeah, yeah.”

She stood, brushing her fingers through her hair, using her Demon’s Clothes, fixing herself like nothing had happened.

I watched.

Because of course, I did.

She glanced at me from the corner of her eye. “I can feel you staring.”

I grinned, unashamed. “I mean. Can you blame me?”

She sighed, shaking her head. “Go back to sleep, Ethan.”

I groaned. “But I’m not tired anymore.”

She walked toward the door, looking completely unbothered—which, frankly, was insulting given everything we just did.

I sat up. “Wait.”

She paused, glancing back.

I smirked. “Are you coming back soon?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

I stretched, my smirk widening. “Because your spoiled naughty incubus is gonna be hungry again.”

Lilieth shook her head, exhaling like she was dealing with a hopeless case. “I can’t.”

I teleported instantly, cutting off her escape, appearing right in front of her. Before she could react, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into a hug.

She stiffened. “Ethan—”

“Well,” I murmured, grinning against her skin, “I guess I can always visit you in the Demon World and ask for my meal.”

Her fingers twitched against my back.

Then, suddenly, she pinched my cheek.

I winced. “Ow—Mom—hey—”

She smiled, amused. “You naughty—”

The door slammed open.

“Good morning!” Celia’s cheerful voice rang out.

Lilieth and I both turned.

Standing at the doorway was Celia holding a tray of food like the perfect little angel she pretended to be.

Next to her? Puriel.

They both froze.

Their eyes widened.

I blinked.

They blinked.

Then, in perfect sync, they turned away instantly, their faces bright red.

“Seriously?!” Celia snapped, voice half-scolding, half-exasperated. “Why are you naked? Again?”

I tilted my head, completely unbothered. “Why are you acting like this is the first time you’ve seen me naked?”

Celia groaned, shaking her head furiously. “That’s not the point! Can’t you wear clothes like a normal being?!”

Puriel, meanwhile, looked way more offended by something else entirely. “Why are you guys making out in front of the door?!” she exclaimed, feathers bristling, wings twitching violently. “Do you have no manners?!”