The Incubus System Chapter 705. You Can't Move, But You Can Erect, Right? (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 705. You Can't Move, But You Can Erect, Right?

"Ethan, Ethan, are you okay?" It was Emma's voice, filled with worry and concern. Slowly, I turned my head towards her, struggling to make out her features in the dim light.

"No," I managed to croak out, my voice barely audible. My entire body felt heavy and unresponsive as if it were made of lead.

As if in response to my distress, Mrs. Clea appeared beside Emma, her expression equally concerned. "What happened?" she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding. "Did another demon lord escape from that crack?"

I couldn't help but feel a small flicker of annoyance at her words. Of course, she would be more concerned about the potential threat to the city than a single demon like me. But then, that was her job as the demon hunter association’s chairwoman.

"I used too much power to close the crack," I explained, my voice barely above a whisper. Even the act of speaking seemed to take all my strength.

Mrs. Clea's eyes widened as she processed my words, and I could see the gears turning in her head as she calculated the possible consequences of my actions. As the chairwoman of the demon hunter association, it was her job to keep the city safe from any and all demon threats. And here I was, a demon lord, practically powerless and unable to defend myself.

"But you can regenerate, right?" she asked urgently, her voice full of emphasis.

I shook my head weakly from side to side, unable to muster up the strength for a proper response. "I'm temporarily paralyzed," I admitted, feeling a sense of shame wash over me. I was supposed to be strong, and powerful, and yet here I was, reduced to a helpless state.

"I see," Mrs. Clea said, her tone changing to one of practicality. "Then if your servants are too busy, we will evacuate you as a victim." It was the same idea as mine.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure they don't give you the vaccine under these circumstances," Mrs. Clea added, her voice laced with concern.

It was a relief to hear her say that, as it meant she still cared about me. Besides, who knew the vaccine would harm me in my weakened state?

But Emma had another idea, one that caught me off guard. "Ethan..." she called out to me, and I struggled to focus on her voice.

"You can't move, but you can erect, right?" she asked bluntly.

I was taken aback by her question, but I didn't sense any hesitation in her voice. Mrs. Clea, on the other hand, was not pleased with the suggestion.

"What are you talking about? This isn't the time to be doing that. We are in the middle of the battlefield," she nagged, her tone full of shock.

I knew what Emma meant, though. She was suggesting that she could refill my demonic power and see if it could restore my condition. It was a risky move, but it was worth a try. I had never been in this situation before, so I couldn't say for sure if it would work or not. But if it did, I might be able to handle this crack problem better than Lord Damon.

"I don't know. This has never happened to me before. But you can try," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Do you want it?" she asked, her eyes focused intently on me.

Despite my weakened state, I managed a small nod.

"But I can't move, so you'll have to do all the work," I reminded her, my voice barely audible.

Emma's determined expression didn't waver. "Fine," she said, her tone firm.

Emma quickly moved to my side and carefully took my weak body. With all her strength, she lowered me onto the hard, cold floor that was covered in debris. As she laid me down, I could feel the rough surface beneath my back, and the chill of the concrete seemed to seep into my skin.

Mrs. Clea processed the bold suggestion. Her eyes widened in shock, and her lips parted in disbelief. "Wait, are you serious about doing it here? Now?" she blurted out, her voice laced with apprehension.

Emma's gaze didn't waver as she responded with unwavering conviction. "Yes. Please cover us and make sure that no one finds us when we do it. I promise this will be a quickie," she said, her fingers already moving to peel off her uniform. Her actions were deliberate, each movement confident and resolute, as if she had done this a thousand times before.

Mrs. Clea shook her head, her eyes trailing Emma's every motion. "Oh, God! What's wrong with teenagers today?" she complained, though her disapproval was merely a facade. Deep down, she knew that they were running out of time and that this might be their only option.

With a deep sigh, she stood up and walked a few steps away, turning to face the other way to give us some semblance of privacy. I knew she recognized the urgency of the situation.

The darkness of the abandoned building provided some cover, but the risk was still great. Any passerby could stumble upon us at any moment.

Emma's lips met mine. It brought my attention back to her. The kiss was gentle and soft at first, but as she deepened it, I could feel my body responding to her touch. The sensation was electric, jolting through me like a bolt of lightning. I could feel her weight on me as she straddled my hips, her body pressing against mine. Her hands slid up under my shirt, and I could feel her nails grazing lightly over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my heart racing.

As we broke the kiss, I could see the desire burning in her eyes. She looked so beautiful, with her long silver hair cascading down her back and her full lips still wet from our kiss. I knew I wanted more.

"Just say what you want, okay? I will do it," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

“Okay,” I whispered.