My Autistic Incubus Turned Out To Be The Missing Heir Chapter 02
I picked up the soup, leering at Julian as my fingertips traced his jawline before tilting his chin up.
“Baby, I get it now. You won’t eat unless your master feeds you mouth-to-mouth, right?”
Julian was visibly shocked by my sudden change in attitude. His usually emotionless face shifted wildly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, but the more panicked he got, the less he could speak. His hands waved in a frantic blur.
I smiled like I understood perfectly. “Got it. Five bites.”
The boy’s pale face flushed crimson, and he shook his head frantically. But I didn’t give him a chance to refuse. I took a mouthful of soup, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him directly.
The soup was sweet; his lips and tongue were incredibly soft.
Julian froze completely. It wasn’t until I had fed him more than half the bowl that he finally remembered to resist.
“So you do like eating what I’ve eaten. You should’ve said so earlier. Your muscles have shrunk from starving—I wonder if anything else has shrunk too? Should I inspect it?”
“Oh, wait, I forgot. You don’t have that function.” I tilted my head, my eyes trailing down to a very calm area. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to poke at your insecurities.”
“N—No…”
Forced to swallow the soup, the boy finally choked out a word, his voice low, trembling, and furious. Since his delivery, this was the first time I’d heard Julian speak.
Sure enough, the villainous approach worked best. I beamed and added without missing a beat, “Not enough? Should we go for another bite?”
Julian’s eyes widened. Fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and the incubus crest on his collarbone began to flash rapidly.
Curious, I leaned in for a closer look. Panicking, the boy grabbed the bowl, chugged the rest of the soup, and bolted.
I was about to chase him when lines of text suddenly materialized in front of my eyes:
[LMAO, our chatterbox Chloe finally dropped the ‘nice girl’ act! This week has been suffocating, I almost dropped the story. This is much better—nice and spicy.]
[HAHAHAHA, our sales champ strikes again! She literally bullied the autism out of him and made him speak. Chloe is a legend.]
[Don’t you guys think she’s going too far? Harassing a sick patient like that…]
[Bro, Julian clearly enjoyed it! His incubus crest was flashing—that means he’s turned on!]
Seeing the scrolling chat, I froze, assuming my pent-up desires were causing hallucinations. But my curiosity won out, and I texted customer service:
Me: [Hi, does the flashing of the incubus crest mean anything specific?]
CS: [Dear customer, you must be mistaken. The flashing crest is exclusive to top-tier SSS-class demons. We haven’t seen one in our century of business. Legend says their powers are so overwhelming that they are strictly forbidden from mating with humans, out of fear of breaking their beloved.]
An adult toy company casually dropping hardcore lore. Refusing to give up, I asked:
Me: [Is there any chance Julian’s ED might suddenly improve?]
CS: [Dear customer, given that your incubus is a defective model with autism, he cannot provide standard adult services. If you are unsatisfied, you may return the product anytime within a year.]
I savored the memory of his soft lips and typed back: [Not necessary for now.]
