The Incubus System Chapter 750. Fake Demon Hunter V (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 750. Fake Demon Hunter V

After a moment of silence, her eyes shot another anger at me.

"How do I know if you don't trick me?" she shot back, her voice laced with skepticism and a hint of desperation. She struggled against the invisible bindings of my Dark Bound skill, attempting to free herself from my grasp. I could sense her frustration and fear, her wariness of trusting me. It was only natural for her to question my motives, to doubt my sincerity. But I needed her to understand that I held more power over her than she could comprehend, and yet I hadn't abused it.

I let out a scoff, a mix of amusement and frustration. Her mistrust was getting under my skin, testing my patience. With a deep breath, I composed myself, ready to provide an explanation that might put her doubts to rest.

"Listen to me, Miranda," I began, my voice steady yet tinged with a touch of annoyance. "If I truly wanted to take advantage of you, I would have done so from the very beginning. I can manipulate your memories, and control you. I don't need your consent or permission to do it."

I stood up, my eyes still locking with hers, hoping to convey the sincerity behind my words. "But here's the thing. Despite the power I hold over you, despite my ability to erase your memories or bend them to my will, I've given you a choice. I've allowed you to make a decision, to have a say in your own fate. And that is a clear indication that I have no intention of hurting you."

Miranda's eyes darted between me and the ground, her internal struggle playing out on her face. I could sense the weight of her decision hanging in the air, the uncertainty gnawing at her. She seemed torn, caught between the desire for revenge and the fear of what that might entail.

"I'm waiting, Miranda," I stated, my voice steady but firm. I maintained my piercing gaze, silently urging her to make a choice.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she gathered the courage to speak again. "One more question," she began, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Am I going to... eat humans after I transform?" Her words hung in the air, a heavy question that held the potential to shape her fate.

I leaned forward slightly, ensuring my words carried the weight of truth. "No," I answered emphatically, my voice leaving no room for doubt.

Miranda's frown deepened, her brows furrowing as she processed my words. She seemed both intrigued and skeptical, her eyes locked onto mine, searching for answers.

"Then what shall I eat?" she questioned, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Corpses? Something from your world?" Her curiosity was palpable, and she seemed determined to unravel the mysteries of her newfound existence.

I considered her question carefully. "If we were to return to my world, yes, you would consume real demon food. However, as long as you remain here, your sustenance will come from a different source, my energy," I explained, hoping to alleviate her concerns.

Her eyes widened with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Your energy?" she repeated, seeking clarification. "You mean you will provide me with your energy? That sounds too good to be true. But doesn't that mean you'll grow weaker?" Her skepticism shone through her words as she grappled with the implications of my offer.

I couldn't help but let out a mischievous chuckle, thoroughly amused by her shocked reaction. Her wide eyes and stammering voice only fueled my amusement further.

"I'm an incubus, Miranda," I clarified, my voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "I sustain myself through sex. It's through that exchange of energy that I thrive. And once you enter into a contract with me, you too will become a succubus, much like myself."

I slowly crouched down, bringing myself closer to her, our faces mere inches apart. The intensity in my gaze locked onto her, daring her to look away. " So, what are you going to eat is my dick," I stated matter-of-factly, not mincing my words or beating around the bush.

Her disbelief was evident in her widened eyes and the stammer in her voice. "W-What?" she managed to utter, clearly struggling to process the unexpected revelation.

I maintained my composure, an enigmatic smile lingering on my lips. "Yes, Miranda," I confirmed, my voice laced with a mixture of allure and confidence. "It's a symbiotic relationship, a give and take. Through sex, we exchange energy, nourishing one another and drawing strength from the connection we share."

A smirk played on my lips as I observed her reaction. "Sounds much better than the alternative of feasting on humans, doesn't it?" I taunted, enjoying the way her expression twisted with a mixture of intrigue and apprehension. "But don’t get me wrong. This offer comes with a price—a steep one. In exchange for this power, you'll be burdened with the responsibility of hunting down and eliminating the wild demons that roam this world. It's your chance to prevent others from experiencing the same pain and loss you went through. No one else will have to suffer the agony of losing their loved ones like you."

I paused, allowing my words to sink in. The weight of the decision hung heavily in the air, as I remained silent, giving her space to contemplate her choices. Finally, without waiting for her answer, I straightened my posture and leaned nonchalantly against the wall, crossing my arms.

"The choice is yours, Miranda," I reiterated, my voice tinged with a hint of finality. "But remember, there's no such thing as a free meal. Every choice we make carries consequences, whether good or bad. It all depends on how it benefits you in the end."

I watched as conflicting emotions flickered across her face. The weight of her decision was palpable in the air, and I knew that regardless of which path she chose, it would shape the course of her life irrevocably. Both options had their advantages, and it was up to her to weigh the risks against the rewards.