The Incubus System Chapter 630. I Got Another Stalker! (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 630. I Got Another Stalker!

“Is this your braless day?” The old lady sighed and shook her head disapprovingly. "I know some young women do it. Well, it's just that you're a young lady, and it's not proper for you to go around without a bra," she said, her voice tinged with disappointment. "It's not very ladylike, you know? And it's not good for your health either. Your breasts need proper support, especially as you get older."

I held my cringe and thought of a response for her, especially since she told me in front of the others. So yeah, in an instant, I became the main attraction of this shop. Everyone’s attention was on me, especially the boys. I could see some of them whispering at each other and throwing their nasty smiles at me.

‘Stop looking at my boobs, you nasty perverts! It’s disgusting!’ I wanted to say that to them, but I held my tongue.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize," I said to the old lady, feeling a surge of shame wash over me. "I'll make sure to wear one from now on."

The old lady nodded, her expression softening. "I'm glad to hear it, dear," she said, patting me gently on the arm once again. "You have to take care of yourself, you know? It's important to be a proper lady at all times."

I nodded and endured this embarrassing moment. I wished I could use my Teleportation skill and disappear from this place instantly.

“Your change, miss,” the cashier broke the conversation.

And I took it. “Thank you.” As I finished making my purchase, the old lady who had spoken to me earlier turned to go. She gave me a warm smile and a wave and then disappeared out the door, leaving me alone in the bustling store.

I clutched my bag of souvenirs to my cover chest and glanced around, wondering what to do to solve this problem. Pronto! I could use my Demon’s Clothes but it was weird if the bra suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

‘Right, bathroom!’ I thought.

“Excuse me. May I use the restroom?” I asked the cashier.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to go elsewhere if you need to use the facilities. We only had a staff toilet and the owner doesn't allow guests to use it," she said apologetically. "There's a public toilet just down the street if you don't mind walking a bit. It's not too far, and it's usually pretty clean."

“Thank you,” I thanked the cashier for her help and made my way out of the shop. The thought of using a public toilet wasn't exactly appealing. Still, I supposed it was better than nothing.

I was just stepping out of the shop, my hands overflowing with shopping bags when a man suddenly appeared in front of me. He was tall and lanky, with a thin, pinched face and a sly smile on his lips. Despite the fact that I had never met him before, he greeted me like an old friend, his voice dripping with false sincerity.

"Hey there," he said, leaning in a little too close for comfort. "Let me help you with those bags. You look like you could use a hand."

I froze. ‘Who the F are you?!’ I shouted in my thoughts. He wasn’t one of my stalkers, which meant I just got another one. Hu-rrah…!

"No, thank you," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I can manage on my own." But I had to confess, indeed my hands were full and the bags looked heavy for a girl my size.

The man's smile faltered for a moment, and I could see the disappointment in his eyes. But he quickly recovered, plastering a fake grin back onto his face. "Are you sure? Those bags look pretty heavy. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

I shook my head firmly. "I said no, thank you. I can manage on my own." ‘And kick your ass,’ I added in my thought.

The man's smile faded completely, and I could see the anger flashing in his eyes. But before he could say anything else, another man appeared at my side, his expression just as sly and menacing as the first. He was the elf.

"Hey there," the elf said, his voice low and menacing. "What's going on here? Do you need some help?"

"No, I don't need any help," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I got this."

The man sneered at me, his lip curling in disgust. "Come on, don't be like that," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I’m just trying to help. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

I stood my ground and held my annoyance. I wanted to throw them with my Telekinesis so badly.

"I said no," I said firmly. "I don't need your help.”

The two men exchanged a look, their expressions dark and angry. “Oh, c’mon, don’t waste our kindness,” the elf said.

‘They surely do not understand ‘no means no’,’ Reaching my patient limit, despite the crowd, I was about to use my Manipulation skill on them, but then a nasty idea crossed my mind. I bet this would be fun for me.

So, I decided to accept their offer. "Okay, fine," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'll let you help me with my bags. But only if you promise to escort me to my destination."

The two men looked at each other, their expressions wary. "Where do you want to go?" one of them asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

I hesitated for a moment, trying to think of a plausible destination. Then, with a sudden flash of inspiration, I had an idea.

"There's an alley just around the corner," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "It's a shortcut to my house, and it's usually pretty quiet. Can you escort me there?" My eyes glanced around, looking for my other stalkers, but it seemed they were gone.

The two men looked at each other again, and I could see the greed in their eyes. They were clearly eager to take advantage of the situation, and I knew that I had them exactly where I wanted them.