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The Incubus System Chapter 1162. Aggressive Rabbit Energy
🕑 Added 2025-03-28 16:30:50 +0000 UTCThe Incubus System Chapter 1162. Aggressive Rabbit Energy
We fell silent again, Tiffany clearly lost in thought. After a moment, she turned back to me, expression serious again. “Ethan… why me?”
I tilted my head curiously. “What do you mean?”
She gestured vaguely between us, a soft blush creeping onto her cheeks. “I mean, why tell me all this?”
I frowned, leaning forward slightly, eyes locked firmly on hers. "You know, that’s supposed to be my question. We rarely talk and all. Yet now you know I'm literally the great demon—probably public enemy number one for your people—and you… don’t seem to have much of a problem with that. Well, correct me if I'm wrong, though. I mean, you did almost attack me back there. But I bet it's because you assumed I’d attack or eat you or something?"
Tiffany shifted uncomfortably, her gaze flickering down to her lap.
Her silence stretched out.
She finally took a slow breath, lifting her eyes to meet mine. "It’s… a good question. And a hard one."
My eyes narrowed slightly, studying her carefully. "Then take your time answering. I'm genuinely curious."
She sighed softly, leaning back against the couch. Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap. "Honestly? When you first revealed it, my instincts screamed at me to grab my knife. It's what we're trained to do. Demons are the enemy. Dangerous creatures we have to stop at all costs."
I nodded slowly, voice calm but firm. "And now?"
Her eyes flicked to mine again, a bit uncertain. "Now… I guess I'm realizing it's not that simple. You're a demon, but you're also Ethan. You've always been Ethan. That annoying Ethan. And it's messing with my head because… you're not just any demon. You're literally the demon lord who practically leveled a city."
I raised an eyebrow, slightly amused despite myself. "Yeah. Thanks for the reminder."
She scowled, clearly irritated but not truly angry. "But you're also the guy who just ate veggie sticks on my couch and comforted me about our family. You're complicated. And I think… part of me trusts you more than I'm comfortable admitting."
My expression softened, and I leaned slightly closer. "Trust isn't a bad thing, Tiff."
She swallowed hard, eyes flickering away. "But trusting a demon lord is. Or at least, it's supposed to be."
I sighed, reaching over to gently take her hand, forcing her attention back to me. "Then why aren't you running or fighting or calling for backup? You could have already sounded an alarm to the demon hunters by now, but you haven't."
She squeezed my fingers gently, finally looking me directly in the eyes, her voice hesitant. "Because… I guess I believe you. About not hurting people. About caring. Even though it sounds crazy."
"It is crazy," I admitted quietly. "But I appreciate it."
Tiffany huffed softly and crossed her arms. She studied me for a long second before exhaling again, her tone shifting into something drier—cool, even. “But one thing’s for sure.”
My brows rose slightly. “Yeah?”
She looked me dead in the eye, lips twitching. “I didn’t think you were an incubus.”
I blinked, frowning, leaning back slightly like she’d just poked me in the ribs. “What? Why?”
She didn’t even hesitate. “Because you’re far from handsome.”
My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
She lifted her chin with fake innocence and continued in the same deadpan tone, like she was reading from a freaking grocery list. “I mean, the infamous great demon? He’s tall, lean, and has this weird magnetic charisma. Even on the footage, he looked… dangerous. All sharp and elegant. You, on the other hand—”
I bit hard into my carrot stick and gave her a flat stare, chewing with aggressive rabbit energy. “You know that stabs right in my pride? Hurts more than if you’d actually gone for the knife earlier.”
She giggled, smug and unrepentant, reaching for her own veggie stick. “I’m just being honest! I mean, I can’t even imagine you being… popular. Like, with women.”
I nearly choked on the carrot. “Tiff.”
“Ethan.”
“I have literal demon queens pining for me.”
She blinked slowly, utterly unimpressed. “And they have bad taste.”
I squinted. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Very much.”
I leaned forward slightly, lips twitching into a crooked smirk. “Right… You want to see how I am when I get serious?”
She paused mid-chew, blinking again. “What, like full battle mode? Because no offense, I really don’t feel like cleaning my floor if you accidentally demon-out.”
“Not full form,” I said, voice lowering a bit, tone dropping into something more controlled, serious. “Just serious.”
Tiffany tilted her head, curiosity flickering. “Okay. Sure. Show me, then.”
I stood slowly, brushing my hands off as I finished the last carrot stick. My eyes stayed on her, every motion deliberate now—more fluid, more intentional.
I let a sliver of aura ripple out, just enough to shift the air around us, make it a little heavier. Not scary, not suffocating—but noticeable. I dropped the playful smirk and locked my gaze on her, expression hardening just slightly, sharpening into something confident. Calculated.
She visibly stiffened.
I took a slow step forward. “You remember when I called you Miss Demon Hunter?”
Tiffany nodded, carefully. “Yeah.”
I stopped in front of her, close enough that I could see the way her pupils adjusted. “You tensed up. You’re used to hiding it, but I saw it. You felt something.”
Her voice was a little quieter now. “It was just a shock. I didn’t know where we stood.”
“That’s fair,” I said, letting the weight of my voice press just a little harder. “But let me ask you this—” I leaned in, head tilting just enough for my voice to hover beside her ear. “In other words… you never thought I was frightening?”
She hesitated. “No.”
Flat. Indifferent tone. Like she was trying to downplay it.
I stepped back half a pace, just enough to meet her eyes again. Mine had darkened now, sharpened with that faint glow of red curling at the edges. “I see.”
Tiffany arched an eyebrow but said nothing.
