The Incubus System Chapter 1134. My Sweet Boy

The Incubus System Chapter 1134. My Sweet Boy

That was what this was supposed to be, right?

And yet, my brain wouldn’t shut up.

On the one hand, yeah, I wanted this—I wanted it so badly I could feel it in my bones. I wanted a mother who could pamper me like this, who I could seek comfort in no matter what. Whether I was at my worst, exhausted from carrying too much, or if… if I failed someday. Somehow, that thought alone made me feel safe. Like, no matter what happened, she’d be here.

But...

There was always a but.

I wanted more than that. Or maybe my stupid human instinct couldn’t differentiate between my demon logic at all. My mind was trying to separate things, trying to analyze what was natural, what wasn’t, what should be okay, what shouldn’t be okay—

And meanwhile, Lilieth was still running her nails over my scalp, humming softly like this was the most normal thing in the world.

Then, she spoke. “You’re very quiet. Are you sleepy?”

I hesitated, staring at the ceiling. “Not really. I’m… thinking.”

She chuckled, the sound rich and knowing. “Oh? About what?”

I sighed. “A lot of things…”

That was vague. Too vague. But if I started listing them, we’d be here all night, and I still wouldn’t have a proper answer.

Lilieth didn’t press me for details. Instead, she stopped massaging my scalp, and before I could even react, she pulled me into a full embrace.

And by full embrace, I meant my head was now very much pressed against her chest.

My brain short-circuited.

My body locked up.

I could smell her.

She was warm. Too warm. Too soft. Too… succubus-y.

“There,” she murmured, running her fingers through my hair, her voice dropping into something utterly content. “Now sleep. I will be your pillow.”

I wanted to scream.

There was absolutely no way I could sleep like this.

None.

But I didn’t say anything. Because what was I supposed to say? ‘Sorry, I appreciate the motherly affection, but this is the exact opposite of a sleep-inducing position?!’

I just lay there, frozen, my face practically burning.

Lilieth hummed, fingers lazily playing with my hair. “You’re so tense again, darling. I just relaxed you, didn’t I?”

I opened my mouth, then closed it. Then I opened it again.

“I’m fine.”

“You say that,” she teased, “but you feel stiff.”

‘Because you’re literally smothering me with your breasts!’ I screamed internally.

I shut my eyes, taking a slow, controlled breath. “I am fine.”

She giggled, pulling me closer. “Good. Then sleep.”

Sleep? Sleep?!

How was I supposed to sleep?!

I could practically hear my heartbeat in my ears.

Lilieth’s scent wrapped around me, intoxicating in the way only a succubus could be. She was still absently running her fingers through my hair, like she was settling down a child. Meanwhile, I was internally screaming.

I was supposed to be the Prince of the Dark Dimension. A Nephilim. A demon lord.

And here I was, completely immobilized, face buried against my succubus mother’s chest, too embarrassed to move.

This was my life now.

“…You’re thinking again,” Lilieth murmured.

I swallowed. “I just—”

“Shhh.” She pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “No more thinking. Just sleep.”

I gave a weak chuckle. “You’re asking for the impossible.”

“Oh?” She tilted her head, clearly amused. “And why is that?”

I clenched my jaw. “Because.”

Lilieth grinned, adjusting slightly, which only made things worse. “Because what?”

“…Because you’re you.”

She laughed, full and delighted. “Oh, my sweet boy, you flatter me.”

I groaned into her chest. ‘Kill me now!’

She sighed dramatically. “It’s okay, darling. If you can’t sleep, I could help you again~”

I stiffened. “No.”

She pouted. “Oh? But you seemed to enjoy it last time—”

“I said I’m fine.”

She chuckled, obviously pleased with herself. “Mmm, if you say so.”

I exhaled, trying to steady my thoughts.

This was fine. This was fine.

I just had to ignore… everything.

My demon instincts. My human instincts. The fact that my entire situation was utterly ridiculous.

If I could just ignore all of that, maybe—maybe I could sleep!

Then, Lilieth yawned softly. “I’m getting sleepy myself… Such a long night, hmm?”

‘Oh no…’

She adjusted slightly again, and I swore my soul left my body.

And then, just like that, she actually started to fall asleep.

I blinked.

Wait.

She was serious?

She was just going to sleep like this?!

I lay there, still very much wide awake, while she got comfortable?!

…This was a nightmare. A good nightmare.

I sighed heavily, accepting my fate.

I was never getting out of this.

This was my fate. My life now. Trapped against Lilieth’s soft embrace, completely immobilized, too embarrassed to move, and yet… oddly comfortable? No, not comfortable, just—just accepting it.

Because what was I supposed to do? Push her away? Get up and go sleep on the floor? Like hell that was happening. Besides, she’d just pull me right back like it was some kind of game, and I had already lost.

So what could I do except accept this and try to sleep?

Hey, I had a mother who actually loved me now. Who was I to complain?

I should be happy with this, right? Right.

I should shut up and enjoy this, right? Right.

I should not think too hard about how ridiculously warm she was or how she smelled sweet in a way that was definitely not normal.

Yeah, let’s not go there.

Lilieth stayed here for me. To keep me company. To make sure I wasn’t alone, that I didn’t have to spend another night drowning in my own thoughts, overthinking things that didn’t need to be overthought.

And even if she teased the hell out of me, I… I kind of appreciated it.

…Damn it.

I sighed, relaxing just a bit.

Then, before my overthinking brain could try to sabotage me again, I hugged her even more, pulling her close like a kid who didn’t want to let go of his favorite pillow.

She let out a small, amused hum but didn’t say anything, started to play with my hair.

I swallowed my pride, ignored every stupid, embarrassing thought, and whispered, “Good night, Mom…”

Her fingers stilled for just a second.

Then, she sighed, and I felt her lips press softly against my forehead.

“Good night, my sweet boy.”

I closed my eyes, trying to sleep.

And it turned out it wasn't impossible.