Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users - Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Why Not Include The Ladies Of The Nocturne Family Into The Compensations
Meanwhile, back at the party hosted by the underground bosses.

The laughter had settled into low murmurs now, swirling between the clink of glasses and the hum of ice shifting in expensive whiskey.

But the conversation hadn’t died.

If anything, it had only changed lanes.

“So…” the man in the white shirt leaned forward, his voice dropping a little, eyes gleaming. “If we were to hit her—really hit her—what’s the angle?”

“Simple,” said the bald man, swirling his drink. “We don’t. Not directly. Not at first.”

“Then?”

“We make her bleed slowly. Strip her from the outside in.”

Across the table, the woman in red tilted her head slightly, curious.

“Start with what?” she asked.

“Distribution networks,” said the cigar man. “She’s built a clean system—no noise, no mess. But that’s a weakness, too. She’s clean because she keeps it tight. Which means if we jam one piece…”

“…the whole thing backs up,” the man in the vest finished. “Cut the shipping. Block the permits. Make the roads harder to walk.”

“Exactly.” The bald man smirked. “And while her people scramble to fix logistics, we start making offers. Buy out the vendors. Undercut her rates.”

“And if she counters?” asked the woman in red.

“Then we tighten the squeeze. Hit her markets with supply dumps. Overload the ecosystem. Make her stock look cheap.”

It was surgical.

Cold.

And efficient.

“She’s got power, yes,” the man in the vest added. “But she’s not established like us. Not yet. She’s still climbing. So if we take her footing away…”

“She falls on her own,” the cigar man said.

Another round of murmurs followed. Heads nodded. Calculations were being made. You could almost see the credits lining up in their minds.

But then the younger man leaned back, folding his arms.

“Okay,” he said slowly, “but what do we get out of this? She’s smart, sure. But her empire’s still new. She’s dangerous, but she hasn’t gone loud. So why risk it?”

Silence again.

Until someone else—an older man with slicked hair and a lazy grin—said quietly, “Because of what comes with her.”

A few turned toward him.

“The Nocturnes,” he said. “The sisters. The mother. You’ve all seen them.”

There was a pause.

Then someone snorted. “This again?”

“I’m not joking.”

The man leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“You know what kind of people are willing to pay to access them? Even just to talk?”

“Careful,” said the woman in red, her tone cooler now.

He shrugged. “I’m not saying we go full savage. But if we’re tearing down Isabella’s walls anyway… why not strip a few windows?”

“You’re suggesting,” the younger man said slowly, “that we include the women as part of the—”

“I’m suggesting,” the slick-haired man interrupted, “that we’re realistic. We’ve all thought it.

You put any of them on the cover of a brand or next to a politician? It’s over. Instant influence.”

“Or,” the cigar man said, smiling, “you just keep them for yourself.”

That cracked something.

Low chuckles.

Not loud. But real.

A few eyes glanced at each other.

Someone muttered, “If I could just get one dinner with Lilith…”

Another: “I don’t even need a whole night. Just a conversation.”

Another: “Seraphina’s the one who’d ruin you. Sweet voice. Ice eyes. She’d smile while she ended you.”

More laughter.

But the woman in red didn’t laugh.

She just sipped her drink and let her gaze shift to the corner.

Where the staff stood.

Still.

Silent.

Watching.

None of the leaders noticed.

They were too deep into their own little daydreams.

“I’d take a smaller cut,” one of the men said suddenly. “If I got Liliana. You’ve seen her posture? That military stride?”

A few others joined in immediately.

“I call Seraphina.”

“No, I call her—”

“I’ll take Lilith, thanks.”

“Gentlemen,” the woman in red said, her voice dry. “You’re acting like teenagers.”

But no one stopped.

The mood had shifted.

What had started as a business strategy was now dipping into fantasy. The kind that made men think with the wrong part of their body.

And around the edges of the room…

The servers didn’t flinch.

Didn’t react.

But something changed.

Their smiles stayed.

Their posture didn’t shift.

But the temperature dropped just a little.

One server, a tall man with perfectly combed hair, poured more wine into a glass, without blinking.

Another adjusted a tray, movements smooth as always.

But behind their eyes?

The coldness deepened.

Because every one of them was listening.

And every one of them belonged to her.

Not publicly.

Not legally.

But truly.

And the idea that these men- these soft-handed, credit-drenched cowards—would speak like this about the Nocturnes?

About their Queen?

It was laughable.

They were flies making noise in a room they didn’t understand.

One of the servers, a woman in a neat uniform and bright red lipstick, caught the eye of another across the room.

No words.

Just a glance.

And the briefest smile.

Mocking.

Sharp.

Predatory.

The kind of look you give something that doesn’t know it’s already dead.

But again, the leaders didn’t notice.

They were too busy bickering now.

Arguing over whose “claim” would be stronger.

Whose fantasy was more realistic?

“I could handle Lilith,” someone said. “She needs a man who can keep up.”

“You’d fold in a minute,” another replied.

“She’s probably soft in private.”

“She’s the opposite. You know she is.”

More laughs.

More drinks.

One of them reached for a smoke, only to realize the server standing behind him had already lit one and offered it, wordlessly.

He took it without thanks.

And behind him?

The server’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Just slightly.

Enough.

Because soon?

They wouldn’t be waiting.

Soon, the real players would move.

Not the noisy ones at the table.

But the quiet ones are behind the scenes.

Pouring drinks.

Smiling politely.

Listening.

And when the time came?

When Isabella is tired of this farce, that is when the real show will start.

None of these men would see it coming.

The servers would simply move.

And the room would go silent.

Not because they were scared.

But because they were already gone.

They just didn’t know it yet.