Seven Sins System Chapter 610. A Mistake?

Seven Sins System Chapter 610. A Mistake?

“Portal.”

With a low hum and a flicker of distorted space, the air in front of us tore open. A circular ripple of black and violet energy peeled reality apart, revealing the familiar—unfortunately familiar—sight of my dorm room on the other side.

Yep. My crappy, too-small, barely-furnished dorm room.

The portal spat us out with a flash of static and a slightly disrespectful puff of dust. I stumbled slightly as my boots hit the warped floorboards, still half-processing the whole collapsed-temple-divine-orgy-memory-wipe thing.

Puriel stepped through right behind me, silent, composed—but yeah, still barefoot, still in that borrowed white-and-gold priestess robe that definitely didn’t belong to her.

I exhaled as I looked around, finally letting my shoulders sag.

Same stained ceiling. Same desk with some documents from the academy. My poor kettle was blinking red like it thought it had missed the apocalypse.

And then my eyes landed on the wall clock.

I stared for a second. Blinked. Looked again.

“…It’s dawn already?” I muttered. “We had sex like… all night?”

Puriel didn’t answer.

I rubbed my face, laughing under my breath. “That’s crazy. Feels only for like a few minutes.”

Still no reply.

I glanced sideways—and yep. There she was.

Standing in the middle of my dorm like some divine art installation, golden hair disheveled, robe just slightly off-center, cheeks still faintly pink, and staring at me with an unreadable look.

“…What?” I asked.

She folded her arms. “You do know that robe you’re wearing is a priest’s robe, right?”

I looked down.

Long sleeves. Dark fabric. Embroidered halo insignia on the back. I tilted my head.

“…Really?” I shrugged. “I think it looks good on me, though.”

Her brow twitched.

I flicked my gaze to her. Grinned.

“And you look nice in that priestess robe. All proper and soft and pure. Honestly, it kinda makes me wanna mess you up again.”

Her face snapped toward me. “Nope. Nope. Nope. Stop it!” she shouted, throwing both hands up. “I don’t want to hear it!”

I laughed. “I’m just saying—last night you were so wild, I—”

“Azrael!”

“Fine,” I muttered, smirking.

She huffed and brushed some invisible dust off her robe, avoiding my gaze.

Then she looked at me again and frowned.

“A devil in priest robes… it’s not suitable. You shouldn’t wear that too long. It’s a sacred garment.”

I leaned back casually, raising a brow. “So what, you want me to be naked?”

Her jaw dropped slightly, just enough to show the panic behind the words forming in her throat.

And me?

Oh, I absolutely leaned into it.

“Fine by me,” I muttered with a smirk, reaching for the collar. My fingers slipped under the edge of the robe and started to pull it down my shoulder, slow and dramatic like I was about to strip in a divine confessional.

Her eyes widened.

“Wait—Azrael—Stop!” she yelped, lunging forward.

Her hands smacked over mine, holding the fabric in place with both palms like she was trying to seal it to my skin.

“That’s not what I mean!”

I froze—mostly because her hands were now flush against my chest—and raised an eyebrow at her, still grinning like a bastard. “Really? Because I was halfway into my ‘sacrilegious seduction’ bit.”

Her face was so red I thought she’d ignite. She backed up quickly, turning away again with an aggressive “tch” sound and a hand over her eyes.

I took a slow step forward, grin fading into something quieter, sharper. “Then what do you mean?”

Her gaze dropped.

She didn’t answer.

The silence stretched between us like a thread—thin, taut, humming with tension.

I stepped closer. The air between us warmed. My shadow curled slightly behind me, reacting to the shift in my core.

“Nothing?” I asked, quieter now.

Still nothing.

Right.

Let’s get one thing straight.

I wasn’t going to let this part slide.

I tilted her chin up with two fingers, forced her eyes to meet mine. “Puriel. You slept with me. And you know me. You know what I am. I’m not subtle. I’m not casual. I’m the most possessive devil you’ll ever meet.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

“So yeah,” I said, voice like a warning. “You’re mine.”

“I-It’s a mistake,” she stammered.

My jaw tensed. “A mistake?”

Her lips trembled.

“I’m a Goddess of Chastity, Azrael,” she whispered. “Yet I slept with you. What does that say about me?”

“It says you love me.”

“I do,” she admitted, cheeks darkening, voice barely above a breath. “But…”

“Then it’s not a mistake,” I said, holding her gaze like I was daring her to look away. “You said you love me. That’s not something you throw away just because your title doesn’t match your choices.”

She shook her head slowly. “But it was a mistake…”

I blinked. Like an error message just popped up in my brain.

“What?”

“I—It doesn’t mean I regret it. But it was a mistake.”

“…That doesn’t even make sense,” I said, frowning. “You’re contradicting yourself in the same breath.”

She looked away, embarrassed. “It’s… goddess logic.”

“Oh sweet devils,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. “Don’t hit me with that nonsense.”

“It is,” she insisted. “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated is when you accidentally date someone and forget to mention you’re married to heaven. What you’re doing is looping logic like a broken system.”

She gave me a look. “You broke the system.”

“Because you screamed when I bit your—never mind.” I cut myself off. “This isn’t about that. Look. I don’t care about your title. I don’t care if the light realm is judging you. You came to me. You chose me.”

“I didn’t plan to.”

“Good. Because if you did, it would’ve scared the hell out of me.”

Her lip twitched.

“You think I care about your role?” I continued. “You could be Goddess of Celestial Taxation and I’d still pin you to the wall the second you moaned my name like that again.”

She covered her face.

I sighed and pulled her into a hug—just like that. No resistance.

“You’re mine, Puriel,” I said into her hair. “And you know what? I’m yours too. I wouldn’t have let you touch my horns if I didn’t mean that.”