Seven Sins System Chapter 621. Pervy Tour Guide
Seven Sins System Chapter 621. Pervy Tour Guide
“Fine. I won’t read the demon erotica section. Much.”
Asmo shot me a smirk like this was some romantic weekend getaway instead of a desperate hunt for clues before my dad turned one of us into ash.
I sighed. This was going to be a long ten hours.
We stepped deeper into the Lust Archives—if I could call it that. It looked less like a scholarly record and more like the inside of a sinful hoarder’s attic. Velvet scroll racks leaned against bookshelves overflowing with dusty tomes. Magic lanterns floated lazily in the air, casting warm pink glows over everything. Some even sparkled like they were flirting with us.
I flicked one of them away with a tentacle.
“I hate this place already,” I muttered.
“No appreciation for ambiance,” Asmo replied, summoning a floating chaise to lean on midair like he was about to start a bedtime story. “Where’s your sense of culture?”
“Dead. Buried somewhere under all this…” I gestured vaguely at the nearest stack, “…whatever this is.”
I floated up a scroll with Telekinesis. Ancient. Gold trim. Lust seals on the edge. The title read
“The Ten Positions to Win a Goddess’s Favor – Vol. III”
I dropped it without opening it.
Tentacles moved fast to catch it before it hit the floor. Not because it was precious. Just because I didn’t want it breaking open and giving me nightmares.
“You don’t think maybe the info’s hidden inside those techniques?” Asmo called out, half-serious.
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
He chuckled and opened a thick book bound in red leather. His eyes lit up.
“Oh, this one’s classic—my dad’s old BDSM playbook. Has actual diagrams. Look, this one’s called ‘The Reverse Halo Harness’—”
“Please stop talking.”
“Oh, come on, El,” he said, flipping the page. “This one even lists lust pressure points and safe words in five demon dialects. That’s education, not porn.”
I groaned, dragging my palm down my face. A tentacle behind me slapped a floating book that tried to open itself midair. Another brushed aside a stack that released a puff of scented magic dust. I sneezed. Twice.
Meanwhile, Asmo kept reading aloud like a pervy tour guide.
“‘Her moans shattered the heavens while his hands traced constellations upon her thighs—’ Damn, I forgot how flowery my dad got in his later years. This is like erotica mixed with star charts.”
“Focus!” I snapped, dragging another set of tomes out with a flick of Telekinesis.
The titles weren’t helpful…
Art of Lewd Whispering?
A Demonic Romance?
Crimson Mattress?
I was going to kill someone.
Preferably whoever had labeled these shelves as Historical Records.
“Maybe there’s a system here,” I said, trying not to choke on yet another glittery mana fart that erupted from a scroll when I disturbed the stack. “A section he kept private. Notes. Letters. Something he wrote for himself, not to… entertain the horny masses.”
Asmo tilted his head. “Like a journal?”
“Yeah.”
He floated over to a large bookshelf covered in dust, snapped his fingers, and all the books shifted positions in perfect alphabetical alignment.
“Try this one,” he said. “This shelf is only activated for bloodline access. I never bothered, but if my old man left personal notes, it’s probably here.”
I approached cautiously. A faint pulse of magic scanned me and gave me the arcane equivalent of a side-eye, then pulsed again as Asmo stepped closer.
[Signature Match Detected – Bloodline Clearance Granted]
[Access: Lust King’s Restricted Memoirs]
A portion of the shelf shivered—literally—then pulled back to reveal a smaller compartment behind it. Inside were maybe twenty slim scroll cases.
No titles. Just color-coded ribbons.
Asmo grabbed one and opened it. His brow arched.
“…This is a poem.”
I narrowed my eyes. “A useful one?”
He read it out loud dramatically, one hand over his heart.
“‘Her lips were dawn’s fire, her thighs the path to heaven. I burned, willingly, lost beneath the weight of her divine—’”
“Nope.” I turned around. “I’m done. That’s it. This was a waste.”
“Wait, wait!” he laughed. “This one’s titled Ode to the Holy Librarian. It might be metaphorical!”
“I hope she hit him with a book. Wait…” I paused. “With a tome.”
I moved deeper into the restricted shelf, yanking scrolls out one by one with my tentacles. Each one floated in front of me like a parade of disappointment. More poems. More fantasies. A particularly detailed recipe for something called Angel’s Despair Elixir—which I knew it wasn’t made with actual angels.
“Maybe the old man really was just horny and dramatic,” Asmo muttered, reading another scroll upside down while lounging midair. “It’s like he mixed erotica with existential dread.”
“Sounds like half the demons in the Underdeep.”
Still, I didn’t give up. I flicked open the last scroll, fingers twitching with irritation.
It was old. Older than the rest. The paper was thinner, but the ink shimmered faintly. This one felt… different.
I read the first few lines.
And stopped.
Asmo noticed. “What? That one got tentacle action?”
“No.” I stared at it harder. “This one’s not like the others.”
I cleared my throat. Read it softly.
“Lust, unmoored, consumes. Love, unclaimed, withers.
But bound together, they bloom—fire and light, ache and grace.
To touch without meaning is hunger. To mean without touch is sorrow.
But when Lust and Love walk the same path… divinity listens.”
Asmo blinked.
“…That’s not his usual style.”
“Nope.”
“No mention of chains, thighs, or moaning fruit metaphors?”
“Nope.”
He floated down beside me. His eyes scanned the scroll, then darted to the signature mark at the bottom. A familiar symbol.
Lust King’s seal.
“I think,” I said slowly, “he was trying to say something more.”
Asmo’s voice was unusually quiet. “You think he wanted Lust and Love to… merge?”
“I think he believed they should’ve never been separated.”
We stared at the scroll.
It didn’t glow. Didn’t explode. Didn’t whisper seductively in ancient dialects.
It just… sat there.
A quiet piece of honesty buried in a mountain of moans.
And I had no idea what it meant yet.
But something told me this was the beginning.
Not the answer.