[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-extra-s-life-milfs-won-t-leave-the-incubus-alone":3,"chapter-extra-s-life-milfs-won-t-leave-the-incubus-alone-extra-s-life-milfs-won-t-leave-the-incubus-alone-chapter-208":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},895797,1173,"Chapter 208: Truth","extra-s-life-milfs-won-t-leave-the-incubus-alone-chapter-208",208,"\u003Cp>The doors slammed shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every lock inside the Leonidus mansion clacked at once—iron bolts, arcane sigils, enchanted seals. Catherine didn’t blink as faint runes lit the walls in a soft red glow, pulsing like a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Done,\" she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden’s golden eyes flickered with something dark. Too dark. The Saintess stepped back instinctively, her breath catching like a trapped bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seven women exchanged a single look—battle-ready, poised, sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden’s head snapped to the left. His ears twitched—an instinct that wasn’t human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...they’re here,\" he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess froze. \"Who is—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadows pooled at the corners of the ceiling. Not normal shadows. These ones crawled—layered, liquid, alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina hissed. \"Teleportation sigils.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catherine’s smile thinned. \"So they dare.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eve drew a dagger seemingly from thin air. \"Let them come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akidna grabbed a spear from beneath the dining table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tanya cracked her knuckles again—except this time, the sound was louder. Bone against bone. War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora and Luna moved together, hair floating as mana thrummed around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden placed a hand in front of the Saintess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay behind me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She obeyed without thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadows bloomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assassins fell from the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent. Masked. Cloaked in black mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than thirty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women smiled. They all smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Aiden...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden’s aura exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Arina’s Skill used]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Copying....]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Copying Done, Aros’s Aura Explosion Copied]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden-black vortex unfurled from his body, sweeping across the hall like a storm. The chandeliers rattled violently. The windows warped under the pressure. The tapestries flapped wildly as though caught in a hurricane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair shifted—turning silver-white, strands floating like weightless silk. His pupils sharpened vertically, glowing like molten amber. Veins of faint luminescent ink curled across his throat and collarbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women stepped back as the Saintess trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because she feared him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because she felt something inside her respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An echo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if her own soul recognized him. Like it needed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden took one step forward and afraid of his next move, the assassins attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first assassin lunged for the Saintess. Aiden didn’t move—just flicked a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A line of force—silent, sharp—cut through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin split in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body hit the floor in two pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"L..lucifer—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t hear her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was changing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another assassin threw a spear. Aiden caught it midair, crushed it into dust, and sent the particles backward in a deadly wave that pierced five attackers’ chests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina smirked. \"and here I thought he was only terrifying in bed....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catherine glanced at the Saintess. \"He always was....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something snapped inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura surged again—wild, unrestrained. The walls groaned. The floorboards buckled under his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Lilith wants more... Lilith says let’s make it more entertaining...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wings began to form—shadows unfolding from his back like the beginnings of night itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t a full transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-transformed. Half-sealed. Half-feral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden clenched his jaw, breathing raggedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"fucking bitch, Not... now...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers dug into his chest, trying to stop the power from breaking through. But the more he suppressed it, the more violent it became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice dropped lower, distorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get... away...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess took a trembling step closer. \"lucifer—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BACK!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power burst outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every candle in the mansion extinguished at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness swallowed the room—except for Aiden’s burning golden eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassins charged in the darkness—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Aiden descended into them like a falling star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What followed was not a battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies fell. Shadows fled. Stone cracked. Paintings shredded. Blood hissed when it touched Aiden’s aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved like a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess stared—not breathing, not blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was not a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not anything her scripture ever dared describe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart trembled in her chest like it was trying to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she couldn’t look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was protecting her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden stumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura spiked uncontrollably, the glow turning from gold to a dangerous red-black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wings—half-shadow, half-energy—flared violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground cracked in a spiderweb beneath him. Flora knew this feeling, this aura, the time when he was quaking and turned into his godly incubus form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora shouted, \"He’s losing control!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luna added, \"He’ll break the mansion!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akinda eyes narrowed. \"He’ll break himself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess realized something horrifying—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden wasn’t fighting the assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was fighting his own transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Lilith is laughing ever so loudly]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was losing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was going feral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breaths were ragged, pained, animalistic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand clawed at his own chest, tearing skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He growled—a low, resonant, inhuman sound that chilled the Saintess to the bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’ll dangerous!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s not Aiden right now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand trembled violently as she reached up to his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura lashed out, cracking the marble floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bared his teeth, eyes burning red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess whispered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...aiden...lucifer, whoever may you be....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers brushed his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura recoiled instantly, collapsing inward like a dying flame. The red drained from his eyes. His wings flickered, unstable, then vanished entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knelt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breathing hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But human again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Lilith says, fuck this saintess woman]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women stared. Surprised even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mansion stopped cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden lifted his head slowly, eyes locking with hers—still glowing faintly gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why...\" his voice broke, \"Why did you help?, I’m a..\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swallowed, terrified yet drawn closer, her hand still cupping his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I—I don’t know,\" she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But when you changed... something inside me reacted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden’s breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess’s voice dropped to a trembling whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"luci..Aiden... am I... attracted to you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, the only sound was the faint drip of blood from the assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden slowly stood, still holding her hand to his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low. Careful. Almost reverent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But whatever you are...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers slid over her wrist—gentle, cautious, afraid to break her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...it isn’t human.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women stared, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden leaned down, voice barely audible, hot against her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And it’s waking up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pulse thundered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her knees weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From somewhere deep within the mansion...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second seal broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden shockwave burst from the floor beneath them—holy light, divine and wrong at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess collapsed forward into his arms, glowing faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught her instantly, cradling her as though she were made of glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes fluttered open, glowing softly—pure gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aiden...\" she whispered, voice layered with something ancient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t lie to me. Not anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden’s breath trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her aura pulsed against his, warm and terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the predator inside Aiden felt fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t just awakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was remembering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held her tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet not enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women stared at her in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden whispered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Saintess... what are you?\" he asked, as this was never in the plot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes glowed brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think...i...i think we are some how the same...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mansion lights flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seal beneath the floor hummed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something ancient stirred in her blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Aiden realized—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real danger\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was only now beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence crushed the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden held the Saintess in his arms, her body glowing with an otherworldly light that danced across her skin like living gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassins lay scattered around them like discarded shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women watched—not breathing, not moving—as the glow intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catherine whispered, \"This aura... it’s not ...divine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina’s grip on her dagger tightened. \"No. It’s older.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tanya stepped forward, fists trembling. \"Aiden, is she—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the woman in his arms—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the one he had fiercely protected, the one who had calmed his feral transformation with a single touch—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was now radiating a power that dwarfed his own. An aura, ever so familiar with incubus....like a succubus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A power that made his half-incubus instincts recoil in want.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest tightened with a foreign sensation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>fear, awe, desire, dread, longing, all tangled into one unbearable tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not the soft glow of divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This light pulsed like a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alive. Ancient. Claiming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze found Aiden’s instantly—like she had been born knowing where he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aiden,\" she whispered, and the sound pierced his soul like a command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand—delicate, trembling, warm—pressed against his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In ownership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And something inside him shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor beneath the mansion trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last remaining assassin—one who had been pretending to be dead—leaped up, aiming a dagger straight for the Saintess’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t reach her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He evaporated midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not sliced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sphere of golden light pulsed from the Saintess’s body, and where it touched him, existence simply vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora stepped back so fast she hit the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luna nearly dropped her spellbook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina cursed under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catherine swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden pulled her closer, chest tightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That wasn’t holy magic,\" Eve whispered, voice cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cut herself off, fear widening her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden finished the sentence for her—quietly, painfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Familiar species detected]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...succubus...high succubus.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess blinked, confused—as if waking from a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glow faded from her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breathing steadied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked down at her hands, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... I didn’t mean to—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden cupped her cheek gently, stopping her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice—low, rough, intimate—shook her entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re awakening. You can’t control it yet...the powers you had, they were not holy from the beginning...the charm of a leader, the magnetism of followers...you always had it but never awakened it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her throat tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"then...... what am I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catherine swallowed. \"We were hoping you could tell us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tanya stepped forward, fists clenched. \"Because whatever that was—nothing human can do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess’s voice broke. \"I—I’m a saintess...God’s chosen....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her glow flickered with her emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden felt the shift—felt the surge building again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’i can’t tell her yet, there is no god, there whole religion is based on sham. 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