The charming incubus

"Ugh…" Liam grunted, slowly getting back up on his feet.

His gaze drifted down to the girl lying below him, and his expression twisted into an annoyed frown.

"Pervert? You're the one who bumped into me," he said, clicking his tongue.

"A-and… then you… y-you…" the girl stammered, hurriedly standing back up.

As she was getting up, Liam was given a premium view of the pink panties beneath her skirt, but he acted like nothing happened.

The girl's face squeezed into a frown, and she turned her head to the side in embarrassment.

The two red ponytails at the sides of her hair bobbed softly, gently resting on her shoulders.

Her fitted black top clung to her, accentuating her ample bosom, but Liam kept his gaze steady, uninterested in giving her the satisfaction of catching him staring.

"How dare you?" she asked, her light brown eyes flickering with anger. However, her small, round face made her look quite cute rather than intimidating.

A strange glint flashed across Liam's eyes, but he didn't respond. He could easily recognize the girl standing in front of him, though he was a little surprised that she didn't seem to recognize him.

She was none other than Emma Silvagold, the number one student at the academy, as well as the twin sister of Rex Silvagold, the one who had landed him in the medical unit.

The name 'Silvagold' was nothing to scoff at in the kingdom of Lumeria, as they were direct descendants of the first Knight King.

Eighty years ago, the first man who received a blessing from the goddess of light was a knight called Arthur Silvagold.

During a hopeless fight with a high-ranked demon, his life had been hanging on the thin line between life and death.

However, after crying out to the heavens for mercy, the skies suddenly parted, and a powerful shower of light descended on his sword.

That shower of light transformed his blade, which was nothing more than a rusted scrap of metal, into the legendary artifact known worldwide as the holy sword Excalibur.

With the sword, he gained great power and was finally able to push back against the demons.

Single-handedly, he managed to take down hundreds of demons, even the powerful ones everyone thought were untouchable.

He was later given the title "Knight King," which made his name spread far and wide, putting fear in the hearts of the demons who heard it.

However, he died about two decades later, and his title was passed down to his one and only son, along with the legendary artifact Excalibur.

The girl standing before Liam now was the daughter of Rowan Silvagold, the son of Arthur and the current Knight King.

'What is such a big shot doing in the medical unit?' Liam thought, his gaze narrowing slightly. 'Could it be that she was here to see someone?'

He doubted that was the case, but since it didn't concern him in any way, he didn't really care. Meanwhile, Emma was busy fuming in anger at Liam's silence.

'Is he… ignoring me? What effrontery…' she thought, gnashing her teeth in frustration.

She was used to people doing anything to get in her good graces, so seeing someone ignore her felt extremely annoying.

'But… why does he look so familiar?' she thought, her expression squeezing into a frown.

'So handsome… flowing white hair… red eyes…' she mumbled inwardly, trying to piece together if she had ever come across someone like that.

The image of a complete loser suddenly popped up in her mind, one which greatly contrasted the person standing before her.

'Wait… L-Liam?!' she thought, her eyes widening in shock.

No matter how hard she thought about it, Liam was the only person she knew with white hair and red eyes.

However, the Liam she remembered was sickly with dull white hair and dry red eyes, so how did he change so much within such a short period of time?

Though she had never spoken to him, she had heard the trending news about the loser who tried fighting her brother only to end up getting knocked out from one hit.

'Could this really be… that same person?' she thought, taking another glance at Liam. Her heart raced, and she felt warmth creep up her neck. Why did he have to be this handsome?

"Wow…" Liam suddenly spoke, his soft voice sending a slight shiver down her spine. "I see now… the rumors don't do justice to your beauty, Emma." He continued, flashing a warm smile at her.

"W-what…?" Emma stuttered, her feet staggering backward.

'W-where… is this c-coming from?' she thought, a pink shade slowly creeping up her cheeks.

Though countless men and women had told her how beautiful she was before, something about this Liam's words felt very different.

His words were like darts, piercing straight into her heart, filling her with strange, indescribable emotions.

The smile on his face only made him more handsome, coupled with his words which were laced with sincerity… they were such deadly combos to the heart of a poor girl like her.

"R-really…?" she found herself muttering before she even realized, the blush on her cheeks slowly increasing.

'Gosh, what am I doing… how lame…' she thought, snapping her head to the side, too shy to look Liam in the eye.

"I can't lie about what's right in front of me, Emma," Liam replied, slowly moving close to her until their torsos were almost touching. He gently held her chin, slowly turning her face back to him.

'He smells… so good…' Emma thought, staring at Liam's eyes in a daze. Her heart started beating even faster, and she felt like it could burst out of her chest any second.

His soft touch on her skin sent shivers down her spine, and his beautiful eyes were like an abyss, pulling her deeper into them.

"Your eyes are… distracting. Hard to look away," Liam said, stepping even closer to her, until her soft breasts pressed against his chest.

"W-what… are you… s-saying…?" Emma said, subconsciously stepping away from Liam in a bid to calm down the storm of emotions rapidly building up within her.

But in the process, she unfortunately stumbled on her feet, which sent her body falling to the ground.

However, just before her back hit the ground, Liam swiftly grabbed her by her waist, gently supporting her back from hitting the floor.

"Careful there, Emma," Liam said, his arm firmly supporting her waist as he pulled her upright.

She froze, the warmth of his hand seeping through her clothes, sending an uncontrollable desire spiraling through her body.

"I'd hate for you to get hurt." His tone was soft, but the slight smirk tugging at his lips sent her heart into a frenzy.

'What is this feeling? I can barely control myself…' she mumbled inwardly, subconsciously wrapping a hand around Liam's neck.

Their bodies were dangerously close to each other, her chest pressing up against his, and his hot breath gently brushing her face. However, she didn't care… not anymore.

'Maybe… it's better to just give in…' she thought, her face slowly drawing closer to his.

"Get your filthy hands… off my sister!" A loud voice suddenly echoed behind them, jolting Emma back to her senses.

She instinctively snapped her head to the back, only to see a tall boy with short red hair dashing towards them with a deep frown on his face.

'Rex?' she thought, her eyes widening slightly in surprise.

Unbeknownst to her, Liam's lips curled into a sinister smirk, and a strange glint flashed across his eyes.

'He finally exploded, hehe.'

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