The Incubus System Chapter 1136. Good Breakfast

The Incubus System Chapter 1136. Good Breakfast

She pulled back slowly, her tongue teasing the tip one last time before letting go completely. A thin string of saliva connected us, glistening in the morning light before finally breaking.

She giggled. Like she hadn’t just wrecked my entire soul.

Her crimson eyes flicked up to mine, full of mischief. "Do you still want me to continue that?"

I let out a pathetic breath, my body screaming at me to say yes. "Yes," I rasped.

I stopped myself. Something about actually saying it out loud made my brain short-circuit. I was not used to begging. But my body was betraying me—my voice shaky, my breath uneven, my pride hanging by a thread.

She tilted her head, tapping a finger to her lips like she was really considering something important. Then—her smirk widened.

"What's the password, Ethan?"

I blinked.

My face burned instantly, heat crawling up my neck like wildfire. "What?"

"You heard me." She wiggled her eyebrows, completely enjoying this. "You have to say the password."

I squinted at her. "There was no password."

"There is now," she chirped, way too smug.

I glared. I was this close to just grabbing her and making her continue—but then she leaned back, stretching her arms over her head, looking like she had all the time in the world.

No.

No, no, no…

I was too close for her to pull this kind of power move.

My hands clenched into the sheets. My pride and my desperation had a quick internal battle. Pride was losing. Badly.

I swallowed, forcing the words out. "...Make me cum."

It felt so foreign coming out of my mouth. I had never said those words out loud before. My entire being rejected it. But my body? Oh, my body was fully on board.

She gasped. Dramatically.

Then, she clapped her hands together. "Oh my, Ethan. Was that so hard?"

"Yes."

Her grin stretched wider. "Hmm... but I feel like you could be a little sweeter about it. Don’t you?"

I froze.

My gut sank.

There was no way she was asking for that.

"Lilieth—"

"What’s the magic word?" she sing-songed.

I groaned into my hands. "You're evil."

She nodded proudly. "I know."

I inhaled deeply, staring at the ceiling, already mourning my dignity. Just get it over with.

"...Make me cum, Mommy."

The room was dead silent.

Lilieth stared at me, her lips twitching. I could see the laughter bubbling inside her.

I scowled. "If you laugh—"

She cackled. Full-on succubus cackled.

I died inside.

"Oh my Lord," she wheezed, holding her stomach. "That was adorable."

"I hate this."

She wiped a tear. "No, no, you love it. Acting like a good boy once in a while isn’t that bad, huh?"

I glared. My soul was already fractured, but somehow, it did feel kind of nice. Warm, even.

She sighed happily and cupped my face. "There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

I grumbled.

She grinned. "Very well."

Then, she pushed me down and opened her mouth again, her crimson eyes locked onto mine with a look that sent a shiver down my spine. Not from fear—oh no, fear would have been a mercy. This was pure mischief.

I had no control.

And she knew it.

Lilieth didn’t hesitate, her lips wrapping around me once more, her tongue swirling in slow, torturous movements that sent waves of pleasure through my entire body. My hands clenched the sheets, my breathing hitched, and the room felt hotter than it should have.

She was too good.

I knew I wasn’t gaining EXP from this. No stats, no boosts, nothing. But did I care? Absolutely not. I barely had time to catch my breath before she picked up the pace, the wet sounds filling the room, making me want to bury my face in my hands from sheer embarrassment.

But I couldn’t.

Because my hands? Yeah, they were busy gripping the damn sheets like my life depended on it.

I groaned, my hips twitching slightly as I tried to keep control.

Her tail wrapped around my thigh, squeezing lightly like a silent warning.

Stay still.

She didn’t say it. She didn’t have to.

I let out a shaky breath, my fingers trembling as I forced myself to obey.

And that’s when she doubled down again.

She went deeper, her movements slower, sharper, more calculated. Like she was studying every reaction I had and committing it to memory.

I was done.

There was no stopping it. No prolonging it. No second chances.

I came hard.

And she took it all.

I swore the world blurred for a second. My body tensed, my breathing completely erratic, and I swear my soul left my body for a moment.

She didn’t just swallow.

No, she sucked every last drop like she was drinking the finest damn wine in existence.

Then she licked her lips, completely satisfied, before shooting me a look that could have set me on fire.

“Now that was a good breakfast,” she purred, stretching her arms like she’d just finished a five-star meal.

I blinked. I still couldn’t breathe.

Lilieth sighed contentedly, flicking her tail behind her as she sat up, clearly very pleased with herself.

I finally managed to sit up, running a hand through my hair, trying to process my entire existence.

Then I exhaled. “If you want it, you just need to say it.”

Her eyes twinkled. “Oh? What a generous offer.”

I rolled my eyes. “I mean it.”

She giggled, tilting her head playfully. “So you’re saying I don’t have to steal my breakfast anymore?”

I ran a hand down my face, still trying to piece my dignity back together. This woman was absolutely relentless. She enjoyed this way too much.

I exhaled, staring up at the ceiling as if it would somehow give me answers. "No."

Her playful smirk faltered just slightly. "No?"

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I'm..." I hesitated, my stomach twisting. My voice came out quieter than I intended. "...I'm your son after all."

The second the words left my mouth, the room froze.

It was weird to say it.

Really weird.