The Incubus System

The Incubus System Chapter 664. Stuck in The Washing Machine

After I left the café, I walked down the busy street. The dim sunlight, cars honked, people chatted, and the sound of music spilled out from open storefronts.

Though my mind had been confused when I first left home, I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I thought about my conversation with Tiffany. Her words helped me find some clarity, easing my troubled thoughts. I couldn't help but smile and be grateful for her support.

However, my meeting with Ruby had been an entirely different experience. It had left me feeling unsettled and unsure, yet strangely intrigued. I couldn't ignore the sense of unease while I knew she was crazily in love with me. It should be good news for an incubus like me, but her craziness... was another level. I didn't mind adding more harem members, but not a crazy one like her.

I knew I had to choose soon. It was either make her forget me or make her my partner or my servant. Well, judging from how crazy she was and her connection with the demon hunter association, I would take the latter. I just needed the right time to do it.

As I walked, my thoughts began to turn to Celia. I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to bring her any food.

‘Ah, crap…’ I cursed internally. But, rather than go back, I decided to go and buy something with my portal later.

When I was near my home, my heart skipped a beat as I recognized the man standing not far from me. It was Larry and he just went out of Mrs. Clea’s house. But what was he doing there?

Without a second thought, I blurted out my question. "Larry? What are you doing at Mrs. Clea's house?" The words tumbled out of my mouth just like that. 

To my surprise, Larry didn't answer right away. Instead, his face twisted into a panic and confusion as he struggled to come up with a plausible explanation.

His panicked face made me realize I shouldn't have asked that. He must have been shocked since he shouldn't have known Mrs. Clea, but I bet she called him to talk about the demon hunter thing in her house.

Larry and I stood there, frozen like statues, our eyes locked in an awkward stare. 

Breaking the silence, I forced a smile and tried to lighten the mood. "Uh…you don't have to answer my question if you don't want to," I said, my voice cracking with nervousness.

Larry finally managed to find his voice. "I- I was looking for you," he stammered, his awkward smile mirroring my own.

"So you've met Celia?" I asked him. I wondered if he found something strange in my house and decided to report it to Mrs. Clea. But if there were guests, why didn't my pets report anything to me?

Larry's panic returned, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Not yet. I-I was about to visit your house," he said, his words tumbling out in a jumbled rush. "But then I heard screaming coming from your neighbor's house," he continued, awkwardly gesturing towards Mrs. Clea's house with his thumb. "So I went inside and checked what was going on."

I knew it was only his excuse. Still, I decided to play along. "I see. What happened? Is Mrs. Clea all right?" I asked him, cringing inwardly at the awkwardness of the situation.

Larry chuckled nervously, his eyes darting back and forth as he struggled to come up with an explanation. "She- she was stuck in the washing machine," he blurted out randomly.

*Cough*

I coughed in response, covering my laughter desperately. ‘What the hell?!’ I screamed internally. Stuck in the washing machine? What kind of bizarre explanation was that?

Rather than complain, I pressed my lips together, desperately trying to hold back the laughter that threatened to bubble up inside me. Larry's explanation for what had happened at Mrs. Clea's house sounded like something straight out of a cliché scene in a porn movie. Stuck in the washing machine? It was all too absurd to be true.

"I see..." I said, managing to keep my voice neutral despite the absurdity of the situation. I kept my poker face desperately and held my smile.

But Larry seemed oblivious to my skepticism, his confidence growing as he continued his story. "After that, she thanked me for saving her and gave me a little prize," he said, his tone growing more sure of itself. A hint of pride was in his tone,

My eyebrows shot up in surprise, especially at the word “prize”.

"What kind of prize?" I asked, my awkward smile still in place. "It's not 'that kind of thing', right?" I said straight to the point, hoping he would stop digging his own grave.

He tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion for a moment before his eyes widened in shock. His panic was evident on his face. Larry's face reddened as he realized what he had said. "No, no, nothing like that," he stammered, his confidence evaporating in an instant. "She offered me some cookies. That's all,” he quickly added.

"Right, cookies," I said, nodding my head slowly. A sign that I decided to trust his explanation completely. “So… Do you want to come over to my house or not?" I asked, reminding him of his first reason.

Larry’s face broke into a grin. His panic expression disappeared. "Sure, I'd love to!" he said enthusiastically.

I smiled. It would be good to have some company, and maybe I could get some answers out of Larry while he was here.

"Great! Let's head over there now," I said, gesturing towards my front door.

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