The Incubus System Chapter 682. I Stole You From My Dad (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 682. I Stole You From My Dad

"He won't. I already told him about it," she said, her voice firm and resolute. "He would only do that if he sensed something had happened to me," she added, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Or something happened to him," she added as an afterthought.

I nodded in agreement, grateful for her insight. We couldn't afford any unnecessary attention, not when our plans were so delicate and potentially dangerous. We needed to move carefully and with precision, if we were to succeed.

"So as long as your servants don't hurt him, he won't go," she said again, her voice calm and controlled.

I felt a pang of confusion at her words. "My servants?" I repeated a note of incredulity creeping into my voice. "You mean Red and the others? They are my pets, not my servants," I explained, hoping to clarify any misunderstandings.

Mrs. Clea's frown deepened at my explanation. "You mean they really are just animals?" she clarified, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"No. They are demons, but they are my pets," I said, my voice filled with conviction. "My servants have a higher status than them. So Red and the others' status is simply above my slaves."

To my surprise, Mrs. Clea's frown deepened at my explanation. "You mean... even your subordinates have their own hierarchy?" she analyzed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

I nodded, my eyes locking with hers in a moment of understanding. "Yes. All my subordinates have status depending on the contract," I said, my voice taking on a smug tone. "Slaves, pets, servants, and partners. Partners are the highest tier, so you should be happy with that status."

Despite my confident tone, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at her cold response. "Why somehow I'm not very happy with that?" she said, her voice laced with a sense of sarcasm.

"That's because you always see me as a kid. My dad's son, not as a man," I replied, reminding her.

Mrs. Clea let out a heavy sigh, her eyes fixed on mine as if searching for some kind of understanding. "I can't deny it," she admitted. "That's why it took me a long time to realize that the great demon is living next to me. I was underestimating you," she added, her voice filled with a sense of regret.

"Don't blame yourself," I said, my voice filled with reassurance. "That's because your Demon Compass doesn't work on me," I explained with a huff. My tone was casual as I wanted to close this conversation.

As I turned to leave, Mrs. Clea stopped me. "Ethan," she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone.

I held my steps and turned to her, looking at her with a quizzical expression. "Is there something else you want to tell me?" I asked.

She stood up from her chair. "You don't want to see what item I want to show you?" she reminded me. Her words hung in the air. Her tone was both curious and hesitant.

My eyes met hers, and couldn't help but notice the twinkle of bitterness that flickered in them. "It's a ring, right?" I made sure, remembering the memory I had glimpsed from her mind. "I have seen it from your memory. You don't need to show it or even give it to me. The ring belongs to you. My dad wanted to give it to you, so it should be yours." My words were spoken with a hint of reverence, as I knew how important the ring was to Mrs. Clea.

Mrs. Clea’s expression softened, and she let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Ethan," she said, her voice full of gratitude.

My lips curled into a wry smile as I spoke, the words dripping with a melancholic tone. "You shouldn't thank me," I told her, my gaze flickering across her face. "Since I just stole you from my own dad." The weight of my words hung heavily in the air, suffocating me both in a cloud of guilt and regret. I felt like I had betrayed him. But I had to do it, no matter what.

Mrs. Clea's confusion was evident in the furrow of her brow as she asked, "What do you mean?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if afraid to hear the answer.

Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for what was to come. "Previously, you asked me what I ate, right?" I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm an incubus, Mrs. Clea. I eat by having sex." The words tumbled out of my mouth; each syllable heavy with the weight of my confession. "I have done it with many women and made them my partners and servants. Including Celia…"

As the implications of my words hit her, Mrs. Clea gasped in shock, her eyes widening in disbelief. Her jaw dropped. "Wait... Do you mean..." she trailed off, unable to finish her sentence as the truth dawned on her.

"Yeah, partner means sex partner. That's your position now," I spoke without hesitation, each word weighted with the heavy truth of my confession. The implications of my words were not lost on her, and her expression was one of disbelief mixed with a tinge of fear.

Turning away from her, I continued, "But don't worry, I won't force you to do it. I know your heart is still set on my dad, and I don't ask you to forget him." My words were soft, spoken with a hint of understanding. "But if you change your mind and want to do it, you can come to me anytime. I will not refuse since I am that kind of demon," I finished with a mix of emotions swirling inside me. The weight of my words hung heavily in the air, suffocating us both in a cloud of uncertainty and tension.

As I unlocked the door, the sound echoed loudly in the room, a stark reminder of the weight of our conversation. Without saying anything more, I stepped out of the room.