The Incubus System Chapter 85. You Are My Reason (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 85. You Are My Reason
I closed my bedroom window and turned around.
"Foxy, where are you?" I called out in a low, almost whispering voice. My eyes swept around my room to find her and realized that my room was tidier than usual. I could feel her presence but I didn't know what she was changing into.
- Puff!
A pillow on my bed turned into her. She yawned, one of her hands raised while the other covered her mouth.
"Master, you are home," she said, rubbing her half sleepy eye. But her eyes widened in shock as soon as she saw my clothes that were covered in blood.
"What happened to --- Mmpphhh"
I immediately closed her mouth since her voice was too loud.
"Shhh! I'm fine. Don't scream, I don't want Celia to see me like this."
After Foxy nodded her head, indicating she understood, I released my hand.
"Master, what happened to you?" she asked in a low voice.
"I just fought with the Imps."
Upon hearing my words, Foxy's worried expression got worse. Her eyes watched me try to find my wound, but she couldn't find it.
"Don't worry, I've healed myself," I added.
I approached my wardrobe, my hand immediately took my clothes. Meanwhile, when Foxy realized that my body was covered with blood and dust, she got out of bed and came over to me.
"Master, let me clean your body." She was just about to leave but I caught her hand, stopped her.
"It's okay. You'll be in trouble if Celia finds you out," I said worriedly.
"No problem." Slowly, she disappeared before me, but my hand was still clearly on hers.
"I'm sure I won't get caught. Besides, your sister is in the living room."
Considering Celia could realise if my smell was different, finally, I took my hand off Foxy.
"Just be careful." If Celia smelled the blood scent from my body, it only made things even worse. Meanwhile, if I took a shower now, the shower gurgling sounds would have been heard by her and she would have realized I had come home.
- Clek!
My bedroom door opened and closed by itself, showing Foxy was out of my room. While I took off my clothes and stretched them out in my hands, my eyes stared at it. It was my father's suit and I ruined it, even though there were many other clothes in my father's wardrobe but I still felt guilty about it.
'I think it's about time to buy my own suit.'
- Clek!
The opening door sound was heard again, this time a damp towel floated into my room. If I didn't know Foxy existed, maybe I would think my house was haunted.
The towel was unfolded as Foxy began to appear in front of me.
"Let me clean you."
"Thank you." And she immediately wiped my whole body with the warm towel. Although I made Foxy as my servant because I didn't want her to eat humans, but I could say she helped me a lot. Since even though this was a small thing, it was quite troublesome for me. Besides, even though Foxy didn't understand anything at first, but she was a fast learner.
"Did you tidy up my room?" I asked.
"Yes. But before I could finish it, Celia came into your room so I turned into a pillow." Her hands kept moving to clean my body.
"What is she doing here?" I asked curiously. Seeing Foxy sleeping in pillow form, I could conclude that Celia had been here for quite a while.
Her hands stopped moving as she turned her gaze towards me.
"Not much. First, she sat in your chair and stroked your desk. Then she slept in your bed and hugged me." After a second pause, she continued.
"Ah, one more thing she said 'Brother, I love you'."
I paused, while Foxy moved her hand again to wipe my body. I knew I was too busy lately and rarely at home, even in these few days I came home past midnight. At the same time, her feelings grew deeper. Of course, it tortured her.
"Ah!" Foxy's startled voice broke my thoughts.
"What is wrong?" My HP was full, there shouldn't be any wounds on my body.
She pointed at my blood-soaked cock with a trembling finger and looked at me in a worried expression.
"Did they also attack you here?" she said in a stammering voice.
I took the towel from her hands and cleaned my cock.
"It's not my blood," I said with a flushed face. My mind flashed back to when I did it with Emma.
Foxy tilted her head, her eyes gazed intently at my face and a naughty smile appeared on her face.
"Master, what happened to your face?" she teased.
I folded the towel in my hand and placed it on my desk.
"I'm your master. Don't tease me," I said as I poked her forehead.
"Tee-hee," she grinned naughtily and rubbed her forehead where I poked her.
My hands moved, wearing my other clothes and trousers. Then I went to the window.
"Wait for me. Don't go anywhere."
Foxy nodded to answer me.
As I opened the window and climbed up my desk, I caught two people wearing similar uniforms to demon hunter's, walking hastily down the street near my house.
'Demon hunters? Did they detect Foxy? ' But as I remembered, Foxy's Demonic Aura was deactivated, the demon hunters shouldn't be able to detect her. I looked at the status above their heads.
[Name: Levison Surrett]
[Level 1]
[HP: 35/35]
[MP: 10/10]
[Name: Delia Ferrell]
[Level 2]
[HP: 31/31]
[MP: 18/18]
A second later, they disappeared from my sight, before I could use my observation skill.
' They are just ordinary people but why are they wearing demon hunter uniforms?' I remembered what Emma said earlier.
'Are they Shadows? But why are they here? ' I also remembered what Emma said that Shadow only took care of the association's back office, they shouldn't be sent out into the field like this.
Mrs Clea's voice came from her yard.
"Ah!"
I turned to her and waved my hand again, stopping her from screaming.
"It's me, it's me."
"Get down from there!" she nagged with an annoyed face.
"Okay," I immediately turned around, closed my bedroom window and jumped down.
"Don't do it again," Mrs Clea's voice came from behind the high fence of my house.
"Sorry for disturbing you," I said.
"It's getting late. Get some rest. Good night, Ethan."
"Good night, Mrs Clea."
I turned and walked towards my front door. Actually, I was quite confused why Mrs Clea was in her yard at a time like this. As far as I knew she only lived alone with her three-year-old child, while her husband worked overseas and as long as I lived next to her I had never seen him.

Even though she was a kind person and easy to get along with, but she spent more time in her house and rarely went out. Sometimes I could catch her looking at me and Celia with a strange gaze, like there was sadness and regret there, but I didn't know why. Even though she was my late father's good friend, it felt strange that she looked at me with such a gaze. I had also asked her directly, but she only said that both of us reminded her of her late brother and sister. I thought her answer was a little odd because she had never looked at us like that before when my father was alive.
My steps stopped as a wild guess crossed my head, I turned and climbed my house's fence overlooking Mrs Clea's yard but she was not there. Earlier, I panicked too much, that's why I didn't pay attention to her status.
'I don't want to break into her house like a thief.' Since she returned to her house, I decided to check her out later. I got down and walked to my front door.
- Clek!
"Celia, I'm home," I said as I went into my house and took off my shoes.
Celia who sat on the sofa immediately turned off the TV, got up from her seat and came to me with a smile.
"I've been waiting for you. Let's have dinner together." She grabbed my hand and pulled me.
"You haven't had your dinner yet?" It was 10.13 PM, usually she had her dinner around 07.00 PM.
"I'm waiting for you. Besides, I'm trying a new dish." We stopped at the dining table and she pressed my shoulder to sit down. Meanwhile, she rushed to the kitchen counter.
"What are you cooking?" I asked curiously.
"I just found this recipe on the internet and modified it a bit." She opened the slow cooker's lid, hot steam came out of it along with the fragrant smell. That smell stimulated my appetite, even my stomach started to growl.
She giggled as she put a bowl of beef stew with slices of garlic bread as a side dish in front of me.
"I heard that," she teased.
"It's all because of you. Don't blame me," I grumbled.
She giggled again as she took another bowl for her and sat next to me.
"Try it. I made it for you."
I took the spoon, took a piece of meat with a little bit of broth and put it in my mouth. The meat was crushed in one bite. Its texture was so soft without losing the meat taste itself and it melted in my mouth. While the broth was so rich in flavour and warmed my body.
"It's so delicious!" Excitedly, I put another spoonful into my mouth.
Celia smiled at my reaction.
"I named it, Celia's Whole Hearty stew," she said proudly.
"Hm," I responded with a short mumble, while my hand was busy putting another spoon into my mouth happily.
"Do you know how I cook it? I cook this for 6 hours in the slow cooker. I use the best part of meat, vegetables and spices." Celia continued to explain while I continued to eat the stew and bite my garlic bread. Even though I could cook, but I could only cook simple dishes. Such as egg fried rice, macaroni soup, mac n cheese, ramen, salads and sandwiches. And for the spices I usually only used salt, pepper and soy sauce. The rest, I didn't even know what it was used for.
I opened my mouth as my hand moved another spoon into it, but suddenly Celia caught my hand, stopping my movement.
"Brother, did you hear my words?" she pouted with an annoyed face.
I shook my head. I knew she had painstakingly cooked it for me and felt grateful for it, but I didn't know the spices she mentioned or understood about it.
She exhaled in annoyance.
"Then I'll tell you my secret spice," she said in a serious tone.
"What is that?" Maybe with that spice, I could cook something for her someday.
She released my hand, her finger moved to wipe the remaining stew on the side of my lips. Her eyes looked at me deeply.
"It is love, for my brother."
Hearing her words, I put down my spoon, took her hand and gave her the same look.
"Then do you know what keeps me going?"
She shook her head.
I smirked.
"It is love, for my sister." After that, I kissed the back of her hand.