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The Incubus System Chapter 1151. A Date With My Step Sis I
🕑 Added 2025-03-13 16:46:18 +0000 UTCThe Incubus System Chapter 1151. A Date With My Step Sis I
The waitress, Maya, raised a brow at the tension between us but said nothing as she set our food down.
“One Mega Choco Madness, grilled sandwich, chicken popcorn and a cheeseburger with fries,” she announced in a bored tone, sliding the plates toward us. “Enjoy.”
Tiffany immediately reached for her milkshake, probably using it as an excuse to avoid looking at me. She took a big sip through the straw, probably also using that as an excuse not to speak.
I, on the other hand, busied myself with my coffee, taking a long drink as I tried to ignore the lingering warmth on my skin where her hand had been.
For a moment, neither of us said anything.
Then Tiffany cleared her throat. “So.”
I raised a brow, already smirking. “So?”
Her eyes flicked up, just slightly defensive. “You’re buying dessert later.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah.”
She went back to stabbing at her milkshake with her straw, her cheeks a little pinker than before.
I didn’t mention it.
But I definitely noticed.
The way Tiffany kept stabbing her straw into her milkshake, the way she refused to make direct eye contact for too long, the faint color dusting her cheeks as she tried to act like she wasn’t just holding my hand a minute ago.
I should’ve teased her.
That was the easy route. That was the usual route. But instead, I just… let it sit.
Which left my brain too much space to wander.
How the hell was I supposed to do this?
How was I supposed to tell her the truth?
I mean, sure, confessing to my partners had been nerve-wracking, but at least they were already my partners. But Tiffany?
Tiffany was a demon hunter. My step-sister.
And eventually—whether I liked it or not—we were going to meet on the battlefield.
There was no avoiding it. The Demon Hunter Association wasn’t about to stop their holy crusade anytime soon, and I wasn’t about to roll over and let them keep screwing with me.
So what did I do?
Just drop it on her like—"Hey, so you know that Great Demon everyone’s hunting? Yeah, that’s me! Cool, right?"
Yup. Not happening.
I took a slow sip of my coffee, staring down at the dark liquid like it held some kind of divine revelation.
Even after everything—after all the confessions I’d made to my partners—I still hesitated with her.
Maybe because…
Maybe because we didn’t have an intimate attachment.
At least, not the way I did with the others.
Or maybe…
Maybe I just didn’t trust her enough.
Not with this. Not with everything.
Tiffany’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “Thinking about something?”
I blinked, looking up.
She was watching me now, chin resting in her palm, her expression unreadable—but her eyes were sharp.
“You kinda spaced out,” she added. “Your face says it all.”
I exhaled slowly, setting my cup down. “Yeah?”
She nodded, tapping her nails against the table. “You do this thing where you look like you’re mentally fighting a war but pretending you’re not.”
I snorted. Too accurate.
“Well,” I said, leaning back, “maybe I am.”
Tiffany frowned slightly. “Ethan.”
I held up a hand. “Relax. It’s nothing bad.”
Her frown deepened. “Yeah? Then what is it?”
I hesitated.
How the hell was I supposed to explain this?
‘I was just thinking about how to tell you that I’m the demon lord you and your entire organization want to murder.’
‘Oh, and also, if you ever need a safe place, you can come to me—y’know, the Great Demon of Darkness or whatever they call me these days. No big deal.’
Yeah. Not gonna fly.
So instead, I settled for something halfway true.
“I was just… thinking about how things are changing.”
Tiffany raised a brow. “Changing how?”
I shrugged, reaching for my fries. “I mean, look at us. If you told me a year ago that we’d be sitting in a diner, eating together, talking about… stuff like this, I wouldn’t have believed you.”
Tiffany tilted her head slightly, considering that. “Yeah. I guess.”
She picked up her spoon, absentmindedly stirring the whipped cream on her milkshake. “You think it’s a bad thing?”
I shook my head. “No. Just… different.”
Tiffany hummed. “Different isn’t always bad.”
I glanced at her, and for a split second, I saw something flicker across her face. Something uncertain.
She looked down at her drink, biting her lip, as if she was debating whether or not to say something. “Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if things had been different?”
I raised a brow. “Different how?”
She let out a soft breath. “Like… if we weren’t part of all this.”
I paused. That was… unexpected.
Tiffany wasn’t the type to dwell on ‘what-ifs.’
She was too practical, too focused on reality.
But right now, she looked…
Tired.
Like, for once, she actually wanted an answer. I set my coffee down, studying her carefully. “You mean if we weren’t raised in this world?”
She nodded, tracing invisible shapes on the table. “Yeah. If we were just… normal. No demon hunters. No demon lords. Just…” She hesitated, then shrugged. “Just humans.”
The question settled between us, heavy and unspoken. I wanted to give her a simple answer.
But I couldn’t.
Because the truth was—I didn’t know.
I had never been normal.
Not really.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Honestly? I have no idea.”
Tiffany let out a small chuckle, shaking her head. “Yeah. Same.”
For a moment, everything seemed to fade between us. The past, the future, the inevitable clash that awaited us down the line—it all felt… distant.
She exhaled, leaning back in her seat, her fingers absently stirring what was left of her Mega Choco Madness. “But I guess, if things were different, it’d probably be a better world.”
I chuckled, tilting my head at her. “You think so?”
She shrugged, but the corners of her lips curved up slightly. “I mean… wouldn’t hurt to live in a world where we didn’t have to constantly watch our backs, right?”
I hummed, swirling my coffee absentmindedly. “I guess.”
