The Incubus System Chapter 1049. Stargazing

The Incubus System Chapter 1049. Stargazing

I excused myself and left the room, using a subtle gesture to signal my pets and Foxy to keep an eye on her. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Puriel—it was more that I needed her to stay put while I figured out how to make tonight special. I felt a twinge of guilt as I realized I was treating her like a prisoner, but then again, Puriel had been through enough, and I wanted to make sure she didn’t wander off. Besides, even if I hadn’t said anything, I knew Foxy and my pets would be on alert regardless.

I walked toward my room and mulled over my plan. ‘Right, a romantic date,’ I thought, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. My mind immediately drifted to the classic image of a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant, complete with candlelight, classical music in the background, and a bucket of flowers in hand. Maybe even chocolates. Yeah, that was a solid idea—a safe, tried-and-true method of romance.

But just as quickly as the idea formed, my smile faltered.

‘Wait… Puriel can’t eat,’ I realized, the mental picture of a romantic dinner suddenly turning into a disaster. ‘A date at a restaurant is definitely a stupid idea.’ She wouldn’t be able to enjoy any of the food, and the last thing I wanted was for her to feel awkward or out of place. I scratched that plan off the list.

‘Okay, how about a walk in the park? A romantic park…’ I thought, trying to shift gears. It seemed simple, intimate, and peaceful. But again, the more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it sounded. A demon lord and an angel, strolling hand-in-hand through a park? Even if we disguised ourselves to blend in, it felt… boring. Too plain. It lacked that spark, that magic I wanted the evening to have.

The more I thought about it, the more I started to panic. ‘I’ve never actually done a proper romantic dinner, have I?’ I realized, my mind racing. Sure, I’d had plenty of moments with my partners, but they were more on the spontaneous side. My version of a "romantic" evening had always been something along the lines of "Netplik and chill," with a casual night on the couch watching movies or just hanging out. I’d never planned anything with flowers or grand gestures. And it had always worked out fine for me. But now…

Now I needed something special.

I rubbed my temples as the panic started to settle in. ‘Okay, fine. How about a walk in the woods?’ I thought desperately. I imagined us walking together, the moonlight filtering through the trees, the sound of the wind rustling the leaves. It sounded romantic, right?

Then reality hit me. ‘What’s so romantic about a walk in the woods??’ I screamed internally. It was just trees. Walking through trees. Where was the romance in that? I felt like I was completely losing my touch. Did I have no sense of romance at all?

I knew I could seduce. I had that part down. But planning a romantic evening? One with meaning, something special that wasn’t just about physical attraction? That was new territory. I’d always just gone with the flow, and usually, things worked out. But this time, I wanted to put thought into it. Puriel deserved that, especially after everything she’d been through.

‘I need ideas,’ I thought, feeling more frustrated by the second. And there was only one place to go when I was in desperate need of inspiration… the internet!

I rushed to my room, grabbed my phone off the table, and quickly started scrolling through searches for romantic date ideas. ‘Romantic ideas for dates,’ I typed into the search bar, my heart racing as I scanned through the suggestions.

Dinner dates? Nope. 

Walks through the park? Already crossed that off. 

Cooking together? No, she can’t eat. 

Watching the sunset? Maybe, but still kind of plain.

I kept scrolling, feeling the pressure mounting. I didn’t want this to be ordinary or lackluster. This was Puriel’s first experience with romance, and after everything she’d seen on TV, she had sky-high expectations. The kind that included hot air balloons and dramatic confessions at train stations.

‘Great, how do I compete with that?’ I thought, rubbing my temples as I read through more ideas.

Suddenly, something caught my eye.

"Stargazing," I read aloud to myself, pausing. That… wasn’t a bad idea. It was intimate, quiet, and far enough removed from the chaos of city life that it would feel special. More importantly, it was something we could do—something that wasn’t dependent on human traditions or fancy settings. And maybe, just maybe, it could give us the space to have that deeper connection she seemed to be craving.

‘Okay, that’s something,’ I thought, feeling a small sense of relief. But I couldn’t stop there. I needed to make it more than just stargazing. It had to be magical.

I kept scrolling, brainstorming ideas. ‘How do I make this more personal?’ I wondered, tapping my fingers against the phone. Then it hit me.

A celestial view. Not just stargazing from the ground, but something higher, something more profound.

‘What if I take her somewhere special… somewhere in the skies?’ The idea started to form in my mind, taking shape with every second. We could fly, yes, but not just anywhere. I could take her to the highest peaks of the mountains, where the stars felt close enough to touch. Somewhere isolated, away from the noise of the world, where we could talk, connect, and let the beauty of the universe unfold around us.

It wasn’t a hot air balloon, but it was something better. Something that suited us both.

I smiled to myself, the panic finally subsiding as the plan clicked into place. ‘Yeah, that’ll do,’ I thought, my excitement building. This was going to be perfect.

Now, all I had to do was prepare everything and make sure Puriel didn’t catch on too soon. I rushed into my room, grabbing my phone from the nightstand, and immediately started searching for romantic date ideas that didn’t involve food or awkward public encounters. The internet, as always, was filled with thousands of suggestions, but most of them weren’t exactly demon lord-and-angel-friendly. Dinner cruises, fancy rooftop restaurants, candle-lit baths—none of those would work.

Then I found it. A private stargazing spot.