Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users-Chapter 163: So You Were Prepared For Both Choices!!??

Meanwhile, back in the NOcturne house.

The quiet of the Nocturne house felt nothing like the silence back in that meeting room.

Here, it was soft. Comfortable.

Warm air drifted through the halls, carrying faint scents of cooked meat, fresh bread, and something sweet in the background, like fruit syrup or baked berries.

The hallway lights gave off a soft glow, just enough to light the way as Ethan walked barefoot down the hall, Lilith on his left, Seraphina on his right.

None of them were wearing anything.

But they were dry now. They’d taken their time after the shower, drying off slowly, not in a rush.

Their skin was warm and smooth, and not a drop of water was left. Their hair had been brushed out, still loose, but no longer clinging or wet.

Lilith walked with quiet confidence. Her steps were slow, easy, like she didn’t have a care in the world.

Her pale skin stood out under the lights, and the way her body moved, relaxed, and natural, made it clear she felt no need to hide anything.

Her long silver hair flowed behind her with every step, and the way she carried herself made it hard not to look.

Seraphina moved differently. Still calm, still graceful, but with a stronger energy. She didn’t walk softly; she walked like she meant every step.

Her black hair was smooth and dry, falling over her back in neat lines. Her body was just as curvy, but her posture was firmer, like someone used to being in charge.

Even without saying anything, she gave off the kind of presence that made people pay attention.

Neither of them looked shy.

They didn’t act like it was strange to be walking naked down a hallway with him.

And Ethan didn’t feel out of place either.

There was no awkwardness between them. No need for small talk.

They were just... comfortable.

Together.

As they reached the dining room, the lights slowly got brighter. Not too much. Just enough to show what was waiting.

The table was already set.

And not halfway either. This was full.

A long spread of dishes lined the dark, polished table surface. Plates of freshly steamed vegetables, roasted meats sliced and arranged with care, stacks of soft bread rolls, bowls of rich, thick sauces, grilled seafood, stir-fried rice, and a side tray with delicate desserts.

There were even drinks poured, clear glasses holding iced lemon water, one with sparkling wine, and another with what looked like a deep purple fruit blend.

Ethan blinked, slowing his steps.

The food wasn’t just placed nicely.

It was hot.

Even from a distance, he could see the soft wisps of steam curling up into the air. Thin trails rising from nearly every dish.

The meat glistened. The sauces hadn’t formed any sort of skin or crust, and the bread still looked pillowy, like it had just come out of the oven.

He didn’t say anything at first.

Technology was advanced in this world. He knew that. Heating plates, timed releases, and stasis-based storage weren’t exactly new.

Food could stay hot for hours and still taste fresh. So the fact that everything looked perfect didn’t surprise him too much.

But still...

The timing.

The preparation.

It wasn’t random.

Lilith walked past him first, her hips swaying naturally, her feet making soft taps on the floor. She reached the head of the table and glanced over her shoulder at him.

Her smile was faint. Lazy. But it held something else.

Seraphina moved past on the other side, just as casually, but her eyes were a little brighter, as if she were holding back a laugh.

Ethan stopped walking.

He looked at the food again.

He looked at them.

And then it clicked.

Earlier, back in the bathroom, when they’d teased him, asking if he wanted food, a bath, or them, they weren’t just playing around.

They’d prepared for both answers.

If he’d chosen the bath, the soapland experience was ready. Their bodies were ready. And clearly, so was their mood.

If he’d chosen food, this table would’ve been waiting anyway.

He didn’t know how long it had been set, or if they’d timed everything while he was distracted, but the effort was obvious now.

They’d planned for everything.

Lilith pulled out a chair and sat, crossing one leg over the other without bothering to cover herself.

Seraphina didn’t sit right away. Instead, she walked around the table, checking the plates, adjusting a few things, acting like a hostess even though she was still dripping slightly from the shower.

Ethan walked closer.

He didn’t feel tense anymore.

No pressure in his chest. No weight on his mind. Just curiosity.

"Did you really prepare for both outcomes?" he asked, voice calm.

Lilith’s head tilted slightly. "Of course."

Seraphina looked up, her expression soft but satisfied. "We don’t guess with you, Ethan. We plan."

He let out a small breath, almost a laugh, but not quite.

"You’re not tired?"

"Of what?" Lilith asked, reaching for a slice of meat and popping it into her mouth without shame.

"Of me. Of all this," he said, motioning vaguely between the shower, the table, and everything in between.

Seraphina smiled gently, picking up a glass and handing it to him.

It was warm tea.

She must’ve had it waiting, too.

"You really think we’d go through all that and then get tired?" she said, sipping from her own glass. "Don’t be dense."

Ethan took the tea and sipped it.

Perfect temperature.

Slightly sweet. Faint hints of ginger and mint. It settled in his chest like a calming weight.

He looked at the food again, then at both of them.

Lilith looked proud of herself. Seraphina looked pleased.

He didn’t feel like eating right away.

But the effort deserved something.

He walked over, took the chair next to Lilith, and sat down without a word.

Seraphina joined him a second later, sitting across from him. The three of them formed a soft triangle around the warm spread of food and drink.

The room was quiet again.

But this time, it wasn’t pressure.

It wasn’t fear or weight.

It was peace.

A strange, subtle kind. The kind that followed chaos.

No one rushed.