Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Chapter 19 - 19: Albino Frost Hare - Ikumi

Morgana stood outside the grand bedroom, her golden eyes moving between the occupied bed and the front entrance bell.

Lancelot's body covered in bandages, pain relief paste, and patches looked comical, but what could Morgana do? She didn't have enough Ether to heal him fully, already using 80% of her current limit.

At least now his wounds were stable.

"His body is outrageous..." She whispered, the divine tinge in her voice gone, no longer making the air tremble or carrying a sweet, honey scent.

The scent was still soothing and sweet, but it wasn't enough to drive a man crazy with lust or desire, which she enjoyed.

"Living as a normal human beside him might be fun too..."

Ding-Dong!

Her quiet little fantasy faded; taking one last look at her master, she walked towards the guest door swaying her hips, hoping just a little he might wake up to see her behind, peeking through the loose white dress.

Once she left his sight, her dress lengthened, her stockings now up to her waist, hiding everything—even her cleavage was well hidden with a black undershirt and bra.

"..."

Morgana didn't even realise she did this; rather, it was her subconscious.

"Lord Lancelot?" Sebastian's voice sounded on the magi-tech doorbell at the side of the doorway.

"Did you bring the girl and the contract?"

"Y-yes... Lord Lancelot is?"

"Resting, please send the girl up in the elevator; I have granted you access."

Her voice was quite cold, but Sebastian was a professional—it was not his place to complain or answer and thus, a smile formed on the nifty old man's face on the video screen.

"Understood, Ma'am."

Click!

She placed the receiver down, her eyes looking towards her Lord again, noticing his breathing seemed much smoother, no longer the sound of him choking slightly on the leftover blood in his chest.

"Such a stubborn man..." Morgana whispered with a small smile on her face.

The moment he told her he would choose his destiny and didn't want to be her pawn, it was nostalgic to hear such words.

"I remember shouting the same words to my father before he left..."

Thankfully there was no sense of anger or upset in her voice. Rather, from her atmosphere and voice, Morgana seemed refreshed.

Because she was not

"Would you prefer me to serenade you with a summoning Hymnal?"

In the background, Morgana looked jealous, her face staring daggers at the little hare that seemed oblivious, only watching Lancelot with eyes like a deer in headlights.

"Are you willing, such an important oath for a second-hand troop?" The hare's voice was sweet, with a sense of desire and anticipation.

Snap!

Lancelot's fingers snapped before an array of purple petal blades danced around his body, the lights of the Rank 1 apartment dimming.

[You don't need to do this...]

'I must, this girl's heart, how broken it must be. Not only herself but her entire tribe was discarded like garbage because she was different!'

[Lancelot...]

'If I don't extend my hand first and remove her from the stigma of [Second-Hand], how can I expect her to follow my lead?'

'Don't be jealous; you are my number one.'

'Now and always.'

[Hmph! You and your stupid silver tongue... This queen will stomp on you when you sleep!]

Lancelot ignored her before closing his eyes, making the sword blades dance with a slower, more charming movement—pink and purple light filled the entrance before his lips opened again.

"This hymnal is dedicated to you, Ikumi."

"An ode to my Queen of Frost."