The Incubus System

The Incubus System Chapter 668. The Demon Hunter Chairwoman I

Mrs. Clea and Alan nestled themselves on the cozy sofa. I took a quick step into the kitchen, the delicious aroma of freshly baked cookies permeating my senses. My eyes fixed upon the tray of cookies that sat perfectly in shape and texture. They appeared too impeccable to be homemade, but I chose to keep that thought to myself, not wanting to spoil the mood. Mrs. Clea was always preoccupied, and I couldn't help but wonder if she bought them at a nearby bakery.

With the plate of cookies in my hand, I ambled back into the living room, greeted by the warm smile of Mrs. Clea and Alan.

"Would you like a drink to go with the cookies?" I offered, my tone of voice calm and reassuring. "I have some options, including milk, orange juice, soda, and a selection of teas." I made sure to include all the possible choices, wanting to ensure their utmost comfort.

Mrs. Clea responded in her gentle yet assertive voice, "Water is fine.”

"What about you, Alan?" I asked, trying to involve him in the conversation.

However, it was Mrs. Clea who answered. "He will also take water," she said, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Okay,” I said simply.

I brought two glasses of water as Mrs. Clea had requested.

When I returned to the living room, my eyes were met with a heartwarming sight. My pets had put on their best behavior and were playing with Alan. It was as if they knew that they had to be gentle and careful around the little boy.

Red had placed his head on Alan's lap and was wagging his tail. Alan, who was giggling with joy, was patting Red's head. Buni was hopping around in circles, trying to catch Alan's attention. Rave was perched on Alan's shoulder, pecking at his hair playfully. Shadow was sitting by the side, watching the scene as if he was the boss.

Mrs. Clea's voice broke me out of my reverie, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Your pets are amazing," she said. "They seem to have taken a liking to my son."

I beamed with pride. It was an easy success! They managed to draw Alan’s attention to them easily!

"They are usually quite naughty, but I guess they know how to behave around children," I responded, my voice tinged with pride.

Once Alan finished his glass of water, he looked up at me with his big purple eyes that seemed to shine with uncontainable excitement. He was already smitten with my pets as if they were his long-lost companions. Especially Red.

His small fingers reached out to touch his furry body, and he giggled with delight as they nuzzled against him, their tails wagging in joyful unison.

"Can I play with them some more?" he asked, turning his head towards me.

"Of course," I replied, smiling warmly at him. "They love making new friends."

Alan went to them happily, and I watched as he chased after them, his laughter ringing through the air.

I turned to sit beside Mrs. Clea and could feel her eyes on me, bright with curiosity. "What do you want to talk about?" she asked, breaking the silence.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I just want to catch up," I finally said, my voice soft. "I've been away for three months, maybe there's something I missed."

Mrs. Clea nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Of course, we have a lot to catch up on."

I took a deep breath, feeling the words tumble out of my mouth. "Besides…" I paused, my nerves getting the better of me. "I wonder if what Larry said about you being stuck in the washing machine is true?" I said in a lower voice, hoping to break the ice.

Mrs. Clea's eyes widened in surprise, and I could see a hint of amusement in her expression. "Stuck in the washing machine?" she repeated, trying to keep a straight face.

I braced myself for her denial, but to my surprise, she played along with Larry's ridiculous excuse. "I was," she said with a small laugh, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Luckily, Larry helped me."

It left me dumbfounded.

"I thought he was just bluffing," I said, my jaw still hanging open in surprise.

Mrs. Clea smiled calmly. "He wasn't. I was a bit clumsy today," she admitted.

I couldn't help but stare at her in amazement, wondering how she managed to stay so composed in the face of such absurdity. It was as if she was made of steel.

"Anyway," I said, trying to steer the conversation away from Larry's antics. "How's work been treating you lately?"

Mrs. Clea chuckled a warm sound that filled the room. "It's been hectic. As usual, Alan is keeping me busy. But I can't complain. I love what I do."

I nodded. “I see…”

She then turned to me and asked, "Where did you go for the past three months, anyway? We missed you around here." Her voice was gentle, but her words felt like an accusation.

"Oh, I was staying at an acquaintance's house for work. It was pretty far away, so I went alone and didn't bring Celia with me," I explained.

Mrs. Clea nodded, her expression sympathetic. "That must have been tough, being away from her for so long." Her eyes were filled with concern.

I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "It was fine. I managed." At that moment, I glanced over at Alan, who was busy playing with my pets. After I made sure he was still occupied, I took a deep breath and used my skill on Mrs. Clea.

“What kind of work?” she asked me again, her voice hesitant.

'Mind Corruption.'

Before I answered her, just like that, her eyes went blank

[What do you want to do with her memory?]

[Read/Erase/Alter]

I smirked. 'Gotcha!'

'Read. What’s the association want to do to me?’

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