The Incubus System Chapter 683. Don't You Want to Show Your True Form (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 683. Don't You Want to Show Your True Form

The moment I bolted out of the room, she was hot on my heels. The sound of her shoes hitting the hardwood floor resonated throughout the room, and it was clear that she wasn't going to let me leave alone.

The silence between us was thick and heavy, and it was as if the air was around us. We didn't exchange a single word, and the only thing that kept us company was the sound of our breathing. But for me, the silence was not unwelcome. I had known everything from memory, and I had no questions left unanswered. However, for her, it was different.

I turned to her, and from her expression, it was clear that she still had a lot of questions racing through her mind. The furrowed brow, the pursed lips, and the deep-set frown on her face were all signs of the confusion and uncertainty she was feeling. But she chose to remain silent, and I could see how hard she was trying to suppress everything, especially her emotions.

Then, she suddenly spoke again. "The list," she said, her voice stronger. "I'll give it to you later. I have some additions to make."

I nodded. It was only a matter of time before everything fell into place.

Mrs. Clea and I stepped into my house. As we entered the living room, the playful sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. Alan and the others were still playing, their faces alight with joy and excitement. Celia sat on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. In her lap was Foxy, the tiny fox curled up in a ball, its eyes closed in contentment.

"Celia, you're awake," I greeted her, my voice soft and gentle. I walked towards her, my steps slow and measured, as if afraid to startle her. My smile grew wider as if the great demon who had just spoken with Mrs. Clea had just disappeared from me.

"Yes," she answered, a small smile playing on her lips. She quickly got up from her seat when she saw Mrs. Clea walking behind me. "Good evening, ma'am," she greeted, her voice polite and respectful.

But instead of answering, Mrs. Clea said something else, her words ringing through the air like a bell. "Since we already know each other's identities, how about we cut the play? I don't like pretending like this," she said calmly, her voice measured and steady.

Celia looked at her in confusion, her eyes widening slightly. "Huh?" she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

I turned to Mrs. Clea, my eyes meeting hers. "I don't mind," I said, my voice calm and measured. "As long as Alan is not frantic and makes a fuss."

"I can ensure that," she said, her voice steady and assured. With a small nod, she turned to Alan. His eyes fixed on her in confusion. My pets were clustered around him, their tails wagging in excitement.

"Alan," she called him, her voice clear and commanding. She raised her arm, indicating that she was ordering him to return to his true form. A silver bird.

Alan's eyes widened. He looked at her with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, his childlike tone betraying his emotions. "Are you sure, mommy?" he asked, his voice tinged with childlike innocence.

Mrs. Clea smiled at him, her eyes shining with warmth and affection. "They already know who we are," she said, her gaze falling on Alan. "There's no need to hide anymore."

Alan's body began to shift and change, his form contorting and twisting until he was no longer a child, but a magnificent silver bird. I watched in awe as he took flight, his wingspan stretching out in a graceful arc. The room was filled with the sound of beating wings, as Alan flew towards Mrs. Clea and perched on her arm.

Celia was clearly shocked by what she had just witnessed. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

Foxy, who had been lying on Celia's lap, immediately turned her gaze to Alan, her eyes glinting with curiosity. She sniffed the air, her nose twitching as she tried to make sense of this strange new creature.

I turned to Foxy. "You too, Foxy. Return to your true form.” Then I turned to Red and the others. “And you may speak now,” I said.

*Puff*

Foxy's fox body began to transform, and her fur receded, leaving behind smooth, creamy skin. Her limbs stretched and elongated, her features morphing and shifting until she was no longer an animal, but a woman wearing a hoodie and a skirt.

Without a word, she made her way over to Celia's side and sat down next to her.

Red and the others heaved a collective sigh of relief. He stretched his limbs and let out a low growl. "At last," he said, his gravelly voice tinged with relief. "I don't need to bark anymore."

Mrs. Clea looked at them with an unreadable expression. I had to admit she covered her shock well.

Celia’s confusion was evident in her tone as she called out my name. "Brother..." she said, her voice trailing off.

I turned to her, my eyes locking onto her own. "She already knows everything," I said, my voice low and measured. "And she's willing to cooperate with me," I explained briefly. Celia just felt better so I avoided complicated explanations.

Celia's eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a soft gasp. "Oh," she said, her tone laced with relief. "That's good."

I nodded.

"What about you, Ethan?" Mrs. CLea suddenly asked, her voice low and even.

Her voice made me turn to her.

"Don't you also want to show your true form?“ she continued. Her eyes were fixed on me. It seemed she was curious since she usually only saw my demonic form from a distance.

"I'm using this form in the human world," I said, my voice casual as I sat down beside Celia.