Chapter 47: Incubus Skill

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Incubus Skill

"Loki," she chuckled. "Such a nice name."

Her eyes lingered on him, as they stood in silence for a moment before she stepped forward and opened her arms for a hug.

Michael hesitated for half a second, then opened his own arms.

Chloe didn’t waste a moment. She stepped into the embrace and wrapped her arms around him. Since he stood over a head taller, her face settled against the firm plane of his chest.

Michael wanted to wrap his arms around her waist, but he held himself back, leaving his hands hovering uncertainly at her sides.

’Don’t touch it. Don’t touch it. You’re a green tea! Green tea men don’t touch!’

The thought repeated in his head like a Buddhist mantra, but even then, Michael wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself back.

Chloe’s ass was right there—large, round, and soft enough that his entire hand would probably sink into it; the tight green gown leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

Michael squeezed his eyes shut and kept his palms hovering at a safe distance.

As if sensing the tension radiating from him, Chloe pulled back just enough to look up at his face. Slowly, her lips curved into a smile, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes.

"Aren’t you going to hug Big Sister back, or am I that ugly?"

Michael’s eyes shot open. His lips twitched as though he were about to grin, but he held it back.

’Hehe, well... since you offered, I won’t be polite.’

He paused for a moment, as if genuinely torn, before finally letting his hands settle. They slid around the curve of her waist, his fingers brushing the soft flare of her hips.

Chloe made a small, pleased sound and pressed closer. The full, firm weight of her breasts flattened against his stomach, making Michael draw in a sharp breath.

At that moment, he wasn’t merely hugging a woman he’d just met. He was fighting a war within himself, his muscles locked in place as he struggled to contain the sudden rush of blood lower down. One wrong twitch, and his innocent mountain-boy act would die a very obvious death.

Chloe lingered for a few more heartbeats, her cheek still resting against his chest, before reluctantly stepping back.

"I’m Chloe Styles, by the way," she said, her voice softer than before. "But most people call me Queen Bee."

She lowered her gaze for a moment. "I’m not usually like this, I promise. And... I’m definitely not some loose woman who throws herself at every pretty face. But when I see someone so innocent and handsome..." She bit her lip. "I just can’t help myself."

She looked up again and placed both hands flat against his chest.

"Do you want to be with Big Sister?" she asked, looking at him expectantly. "If you stay with me, I’ll teach you everything I know. I’ll be devoted only to you. I know I sound desperate—and I won’t lie, I am a little. But ever since the moment I met you, I’ve wanted to make you mine. Is that weird?"

Michael’s eyes widened. ’No way... Does she actually like me?!’

His eyes narrowed sharply.

This scene, though it hadn’t unfolded quite as quickly, strangely reminded him of what had happened with Seraphine.

Back then, he had given her a mission he expected would take days of effort to complete. To his greatest surprise, however, she had finished it in a single day.

Because of how quickly things had progressed, he had questioned whether Seraphine truly liked him. Although the system had confirmed her feelings, he hadn’t fully believed it until he witnessed her actions throughout their month together. After all, he knew that even his masterful seduction techniques shouldn’t have worked so quickly on a woman of her age and status.

’Is all of this an effect of the Incubus bloodline?’

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a sharp chime rang inside his skull.

Ding!

[Your dormant passive ability has awakened and evolved into an active passive skill: Unholy Charmer.]

[Description: Your appearance and physique exist at the intersection of the divine and the unholy, designed to draw the eye and linger in the minds of even the coldest beauties and holiest goddesses. Your voice, presence, and touch carry a subtle, intoxicating quality for the opposite sex.

However, this skill is not mind control, so do not be deceived. It only amplifies what already exists. The stronger a woman’s natural attraction, curiosity, or desire to open up to you, the more easily the skill lowers her initial defenses. Once that first door is open, the skill’s influence becomes negligible, and genuine effort is still required to build anything lasting.]

Michael’s brows drew together. ’Is this what it meant by "Be an Incubus and you shall understand"?’

For the past few days, he had been somewhat conflicted about his Incubus bloodline. Not only could he not level it up, but it didn’t even possess any skills, unlike his other two bloodlines.

However, it seemed that acquiring skills was all about effort. The more he seduced, the more his bloodline rewarded him with abilities he could actually use.

For a moment, he couldn’t help wondering whether he might eventually obtain a skill that allowed him to steal the abilities of the women he seduced—or even those he slept with.

If that was truly possible, wouldn’t his path to greatness become even easier?

As Michael’s attention remained fixed on the panel, Chloe’s face grew redder the longer he stared. She clearly thought his intense focus was directed at her, which only made her blush more deeply. Unfortunately for her, Michael was far too absorbed in his thoughts to notice.

Although he was grateful to the system for finally explaining what had happened with Seraphine, he couldn’t quite shake the complicated feeling the skill left behind.

Part of him worried that every success he’d enjoyed until now had simply been the system doing the heavy lifting. But when he remembered that no skills of any kind had functioned before his awakening, he felt a little more at ease.

At the very least, he was certain that everything before that moment had come down to technique, timing, and his ability to read people.

Besides, even now, the skill wasn’t some disgusting form of mind control or a power that hijacked common sense. It merely gave him an easier angle to shoot his shot.

He exhaled slowly.

Michael knew his thoughts were a little self-righteous. After all, what right did a pervert who could barely stop himself from chasing every beautiful woman have to complain about any of this?

But he didn’t particularly care how foolish he sounded, because; he was a pervert with principles.

Yes, he wanted every beautiful woman to be his. But he didn’t enjoy cheap, system-handed affection. If he was going to build something with someone, he wanted it to be real.

The old version of himself from Earth would probably have called him an idiot for thinking that way.

That didn’t change how he felt now.

Michael took a few extra seconds to calm himself and sort through his thoughts.

With the information he had now, it was fairly easy to deduce why things with Seraphine had seemed almost too easy.

After he had spoken about clearing the heart demon blocking her ascension and offered her a path forward through his system, she had likely chosen to open up to him, albeit reluctantly, so he could gather the Emotion Points needed to help her.

That single decision, combined with her Delicate Heart trait—which she herself was most likely unaware of—and the subtle boost from Unholy Charmer, had been enough to plant the first seed in her heart.

Add the month they had spent together afterward, acting like love-struck teenagers, and it made perfect sense why she had grown so attached to him.

A genuine smile touched Michael’s lips after a long silence. When he finally spoke, his voice carried real warmth.

"I’m sorry, Big Sis. I can’t give you an answer right now. Once I finish what I came here to do, I’ll come find you and tell you properly."

Chloe studied his face for a long moment. Whatever she saw there made her nod. After a beat, she withdrew her hand and pointed toward a small ramen stall a short distance away.

"I’ll be waiting over there."

Michael nodded in return and turned toward the testing line.

He had originally planned to disappear the moment he finished extracting information from Chloe. But she had, without meaning to, helped him unlock a core part of his Incubus bloodline.

The least he could do was give her a genuine answer later instead of disappearing like a thief.

After walking several more steps, he finally reached the long line.

The number of waiting Awakened was greater than he had expected. Michael glanced around casually, taking in the crowd, the surrounding buildings, and the steady movement of the soldiers stationed nearby.

Then his gaze settled on the military base.

According to Chloe, there was already a strong rumor spreading that Seraphine’s boy toy was coming.

Michael’s eyes narrowed.

Rumors didn’t spread that quickly without a reason.

That meant there was a high chance that when Seraphine had come here, she had left something for him, and someone had leaked the information—perhaps as a way to signal him if he came.

His gaze slowly returned to the long testing line.

Then back to the military base.

’The testing can wait.’

For now, he needed a way inside that building.

His eyes tracked the pairs of uniformed officers moving through the crowd on steady patrols, and a small smirk curled across his lips as a plan began to form—simple, a little reckless, but the chances of it working?

A hundred percent!