The Incubus System Chapter 1138. My Rewards

The Incubus System Chapter 1138. My Rewards

I shrugged. “I just want my reward.”

Her eyes widened slightly, just a fraction. Not enough for most people to notice. But I noticed.

Because I was watching her like a hawk.

I grinned, taking in her reaction, her body language—every tiny little movement. She wasn’t just surprised. She was wary. Amused, maybe. But mostly? She was bracing herself.

Smart woman.

“Your incubus son needs a reward,” I added, my voice dropping into that slow, teasing drawl I knew drove her insane.

Then— I lunged.

She moved back on instinct, but I was faster. My arms wrapped around her waist in one smooth motion, pulling her flush against me.

She stiffened.

Oh, she wasn’t used to this. Not at all. She was used to teasing me, not the other way around.

I smirked, my breath ghosting over her ear. “A nice reward…” I murmured, drawing it out.

Then—I dropped the bomb.

“Mommy.”

But not in a good boy way.

Oh, no.

I said it like a naughty boy.

The moment the word left my lips, her entire body locked up like she’d been hit with a stun spell.

Her tail twitched. Then jerked. Then nearly smacked me in the face.

Her hands shot up to my shoulders, gripping them—hard. Like she couldn’t decide whether to shove me away or strangle me.

I laughed softly, my fingers slipping lower, tracing light circles over her waist, then her hips. “What’s wrong, Mom?” I teased.

She inhaled sharply. “Ethan—”

I grabbed her tail.

She choked on her words.

Oh. Oh, this was golden.

Her tail was sensitive. I knew that. But now? Now I was using it against her.

I traced my fingers slowly along the smooth surface, watching her reactions with the focus of a man who had just unlocked a new cheat code.

Her breath hitched.

Her nails dug into my shoulders.

And then—I took it a step further.

I pulled her tail closer, my tongue flicking out to lick the tip.

She moaned.

Not just a little moan.

Not just a surprised noise.

A real moan.

A deep, genuine, completely uncontrolled sound that she immediately tried to muffle with her hand.

I laughed. Not just because I’d won. But because her face.

Lilieth—the smug, always-in-control, tease of the century—was flustered.

Oh, this was fun.

I leaned in, my grin widening. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

She didn’t answer.

Her tail wrapped around my wrist, trembling slightly.

Oh, she was panicking. For the first time ever, she wasn’t throwing teasing remarks or smug seduction. She was just staring at me, breathing unevenly, struggling to process what had just happened.

I had cornered her.

I had completely turned the tables.

And she knew it.

She opened her mouth, probably about to try and salvage what was left of her pride— And then she panicked.

“I need to go now,” she blurted out.

I blinked.

Then, I grinned, wider than ever.

“Running away?” I teased, my voice dripping with amusement.

Her tail flicked wildly, like it was malfunctioning. She was trying to play it cool—pretend she had everything under control—but I knew better.

I had seen through the cracks.

Lilieth was flustered.

And it was glorious.

She straightened her posture, clearing her throat. “Why do you think I need to run away?” she asked, tilting her head, her voice just a little too firm.

I raised an eyebrow.

Oh, she was still trying.

How adorable.

I mirrored her, tilting my head too. “You sure? 'Cause it definitely looks like you’re running.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “It’s morning already, and I have something to do. You know, I have endless responsibilities.”

I frowned.

Damn it. She had a point.

But that didn’t mean I was going to let her go.

“Is that so?” I said, letting just the right amount of disappointment seep into my voice.

Her tail flicked again.

Hook.

I let out a deep sigh, my shoulders sinking just enough to make it look like defeat, but not too much—just enough to pull at her instincts. Keeping my gaze locked onto hers, I reached out slowly, my fingers wrapping around her wrist, guiding her hand toward my face. Her skin was warm, familiar, teasing, yet hesitant now. I pressed my cheek into her palm, letting my touch linger, as if I was savoring the warmth.

Her fingers twitched—the first crack in her defenses.

Bait.

I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly, letting out a soft, tired sigh, the kind that made it seem like I was completely drained—physically, mentally, emotionally. My body softened, my face tilting ever so slightly into her hand, like I was instinctively seeking comfort. It was the kind of gesture that spoke louder than words—a silent plea.

Then, as if I was fighting some invisible hesitation, I let my eyelids flutter open, just enough to cast a subtle gaze upward, my lashes framing my eyes in a way that made me look... delicate. Needy. Like a child seeking reassurance—or something much, much more dangerous.

"I'm hungry..." I murmured, my voice low, quiet, almost vulnerable.

She inhaled sharply.

Reel.

A slow grin curled onto my lips, lazy, confident, knowing. My half-lidded eyes narrowed just slightly, shifting from helpless and innocent to something entirely different. A look that whispered, ‘I know exactly what I’m doing to you.’

Then, I whispered, “Feed me.”

Checkmate.

Lilieth froze.

Her nails dug just slightly into my skin, her entire body locked up like she was buffering.

I could see the war happening in her head—her logic fighting her instincts, her pride battling her very obvious attraction.

I didn’t move.

I just watched her, waiting.

And then— She let out a long, suffering groan, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. “Fine. You win.”

I grinned so wide my face almost hurt.

Victory.

She glared at me, clearly aware that she had just fallen into my trap. “You’re insufferable.”

I beamed. “And yet, here you are, spoiling me.”

She sighed dramatically. But her fingers curled just slightly against my cheek.

Hook, line, and sinker.

And that’s how I got my first real sex round for the morning.

And damn, it was worth it.