Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users - Chapter 88

88: MY LITTLE SISTER….

I MISSED YOUUUU-!!

88: MY LITTLE SISTER….

I MISSED YOUUUU-!!

The clouds outside the window shifted slowly as the floating car flew through the sky, trailing the other three blacked-out vehicles behind it.

Inside the lead car, the air was quiet, cool, clean, and faintly scented with lavender and something expensive.

The girl leaned her head against the window, staring down at the shrinking city below.

Her long black hair fell around her shoulders like silk, swaying gently with the motion of the car.

From the outside, she looked calm.

Maybe even cold.

But inside, her thoughts were far from peaceful.

She sighed quietly.

“Another normal day,” she muttered.

The head bodyguard glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

“Are you feeling unwell, young mistress?” “No,” the girl replied.

“Just… tired.” The woman nodded but didn’t say anything else.

She knew better than to push.

Being the young mistress of the family came with its own kind of pressure, and silence was often the best way to help carry it.

The girl sat back and stared at her reflection in the window.

Her uniform still looked perfect.

Her collar was crisp, her buttons straight, and her cuffs smooth.

There was not a single wrinkle.

Even now, she felt like she was performing.

Like every movement she made had to be watched, judged, and weighed.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault.

It was just how her world worked.

They expected her to be perfect.

Soft-spoken but firm.

Graceful but strong.

Proper but intelligent.

A shining symbol of what it meant to be the heiress of one of the world’s most hidden and powerful families.

But most days, she didn’t feel like a symbol.

She just felt… tired.

Not the kind of tired you sleep off.

The kind that settles in your chest and doesn’t go away.

Still, she smiled gently.

The car began its slow descent.

Below, an ordinary-looking estate sat on a small hill just past the edges of the city.

From above, it looked like any other multi-millionaire’s house-a clean, modern mansion with a long driveway and trimmed hedges.

But as the car got closer, the truth began to show.

A pulse passed through the air-a ripple invisible to normal eyes.

And just like that, the illusion peeled away.

The modest mansion vanished.

Replaced by something massive.

The true estate unfolded like a dream: rolling acres of natural landscape, crystal streams, wild gardens, quiet groves of trees shaped like they’d been designed by nature itself.

And in the middle of it all was a superstructure that could only be called a palace.

Tall towers made of stone that shimmered with a green-gold hue.

Sharp edges blended perfectly with soft curves.

Vines twisted up the walls naturally, but none of it looked overgrown.

The materials radiated harmony, blessed by the land itself.

But there was power too.

Something sharp and old sat inside the estate.

An energy buzzed low and quiet.

It was not hostile.

It was just… patient.

Waiting.

For anyone with bad intentions, it wouldn’t be so quiet.

But to the girl?

It was just home.

She didn’t react.

Neither did the guards.

They had all seen it a thousand times.

The convoy glided to a slow stop in front of the entrance steps.

As soon as the car lowered onto the stone driveway, the door opened.

The girl stepped out.

The second her feet touched the ground, the doors of the palace swung open.

And a voice boomed.

“MY LITTLE SISTER!” It echoed across the courtyard like thunder.

The guards didn’t even blink.

But the girl sighed.

“Oh no,” she muttered.

From the front entrance, a figure burst out.

Not walked.

Not ran.

Burst.

Like a boulder launched from a cannon.

He was huge-massive.

A wall of muscle wrapped in a tank top three sizes too small and shorts that barely covered his thick legs.

His arms were as wide as tree trunks, his chest like a slab of armor.

And his face-handsome, strong-jawed, and currently full of joy-was locked onto her like a missile.

“I MISSED YOUUUU-!!” The girl reached into her pocket.

Pulled out a slim silver bracelet.

Tapped the center.

Time around her slowed instantly.

Wind paused.

Sound stretched into a deep echo.

The muscular figure froze mid-charge, his arms wide like he was about to tackle her into the clouds.

With a single step, the girl shifted to the side, graceful, efficient, and clearly experienced.

She tapped the bracelet again.

Time snapped back to normal.

Her brother, still in full sprint, rocketed past her and stumbled into a patch of flowers with a dramatic yell.

“Waaagh-!” He fell face-first into the ground, arms out like he was hugging the dirt.

The guards said nothing.

One of them coughed quietly into her glove.

The girl calmly walked up the steps, not even glancing back.

A muffled groan came from the flowerbed.

Then-“I was going to give you a hug…” “I don’t need to be launched into the sky, brother,” she said dryly.

“You don’t understand!” he called out from the ground.

“I haven’t seen you all day!” “You saw me this morning.” “That was hours ago!” “You were asleep on the floor with a dumbbell in your hand.” “I WAS GUARDING THE MANSION WITH MY BICEPS!” The girl finally turned and gave him a tired look.

He was still half-buried in flowers.

“I’m going inside,” she said.

Her brother sprang to his feet instantly-zero damage.

“Wait!

Let me walk with you!” “Only if you don’t try to pick me up.” He pouted.

This six-foot-five, muscle-packed beast of a man… pouted.

“Fine.” The two of them walked up the steps together.

The girl walked like a dancer, and her brother stomped like a rhino, but somehow, the balance worked.

Inside the mansion, everything was quiet.

Cool air brushed through the halls.

Staff bowed as they passed, eyes low, respectful.

The girl walked with a calmness that said she had done this a thousand times.

But her thoughts were still full.

There was school.

There was pressure.

There was… him.

But for now, she pushed those thoughts away.

Her brother strolled at her side, still going on about the next-gen enhancer formula he was testing-and his plans to retrofit his gym into a restricted-access armory ‘just in case things got interesting’.

She didn’t argue.

She didn’t complain.

She just listened.

Because even though he was loud… Even though he was a walking disaster in tank tops… He was still her older brother.

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