My Autistic Incubus Turned Out To Be The Missing Heir Chapter 03
After the soup incident, Julian finally started eating on his own.
Riding the high of a viral TikTok leg sweep challenge, I pushed my luck, “Show me your legs.”
Julian’s pupils shrank. He clearly hadn’t expected me to say something so shameless with a straight face.
“Abs work too. I’m not picky.”
I walked over, casually sliding my hands under his shirt and feeling him up. When my fingers accidentally brushed a sensitive spot, Julian trembled like a Victorian maiden being accosted by a rogue.
“Don’t—touch there!” he struggled to say.
I smoothly relocated my hands to his belt. “Julian, are you an only child? Why haven’t I ever seen your little brother?”
He stayed silent, turning his head away, but the tips of his ears immediately burned red. He actually understood that in a second… Who knew this defective little incubus had such a talent for abstract humor?
A normal person being ignored every day would have probably given up. But I was gifted from birth. At home, I harassed my parents. In school, I dragged the strictest hall monitor into uncontrollable fits of laughter during class. Even when I had no one else, I could chat up phone scammers until they begged me to stop calling them.
Perhaps feeling “soiled” by my touch, Julian ignored the broken water heater and went to take a cold shower.
My chatterbox nature flared up, and I followed him to the bathroom door, sharing random stories,
“I know these two brothers who fought to the death over their inheritance. Then they got drunk, started brawling, and ended up fighting all the way into bed together…”
“And then there’s my best friend who used to keep pet flies. People say pets are cutest when they’re babies, so now she raises maggots. Julian, do you know what maggots love to eat most—”
“I don’t want to know.” Julian was hunched over, looking strained, his voice exceptionally cold.
“…”
Offended by his dismissal, I secretly swiped his towel and bathrobe on my way out. As the saying goes, never mess with a Scorpio.
When the water stopped, Julian hopelessly searched the bathroom. He even tried wrapping himself in the floor mat. After a long time, his strained voice echoed, “Chloe… are you… out there?”
Silence.
A few seconds later, the bathroom door cracked open. The moment he took a step out, I “coincidentally” walked by and looked him up and down.
Broad shoulders, lean muscles, two pink spots, a v-line tapering down—everything about him radiated an inhuman strength. He was exactly the incubus I had chosen at first sight.
“Did you do that on purpose?” I stopped and smirked, playing the victim.
Julian immediately hid half his body behind the door.
I blinked. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“No—” Julian frowned, struggling to refute, every word sounding forced.
I took two steps closer and whispered in his ear, “Julian, are you getting anxious because I haven’t ‘inspected the goods’ yet?”
Normally, buying an incubus meant undergoing an inspection phase before keeping them. But because of Julian’s special condition, we skipped that part.
The boy bit his lower lip hard, stuttering in embarrassment, “No… go… go away…”
“Really? Because your tail seems to disagree.”
Julian’s incubus tail slithered out from the crack of the door, rubbing impatiently against my calf, slowly inching upward.
I reached down and stroked the slick tip of the tail. “So cute. I want to bite it.”
Julian desperately yanked his tail back and hugged it to his chest, cutting me off. “No! Don’t touch—”
He looked at me with pure terror. Tsk, how stingy.
[Viewer Comments]
[Chloe, do you even know what an incubus tail represents? Girl, you have no filter.]
[When is the real female lead going to show up and save our poor Julian? This psycho side-character is going to annoy him to death.]
[Chill upstairs. Without this crazy side-character torturing him, how will the male lead ever appreciate the female lead’s quiet respect?]
[Am I the only one shipping this? Also, I really want to know what happened to those two brothers. Did they strangle each other the next morning?]
With the barrage appearing again, I finally realized I wasn’t hallucinating. But according to them, the gorgeous little incubus I spent a fortune on was going to fall in love with another woman?!
If he couldn’t give it to me, why should she get it!
“Julian, you ungrateful—”
Halfway through my accusation, I noticed unshed tears glimmering in the boy’s eyes. Realizing I’d bullied him a bit too hard, I tossed him the bathrobe. He scrambled to cover himself up. As he brushed past me, I caught another glimpse of the intricate, flashing crest on his collarbone.
Unable to suppress my curiosity, I followed him right into his bedroom.
“What are you doing?” Julian asked, his speech improving, though his voice was freezing.
Thinking about the “female lead” from the comments, I aggressively yanked open his collar. “You—”
The moment my skin touched his, he was burning hot.
