Seven Sins System Chapter 622. SIN FIRST, QUESTIONS NEVER
Seven Sins System Chapter 622. SIN FIRST, QUESTIONS NEVER
I tucked the scroll into my pocket.
Asmo watched me. “So… what now?”
“Ingredients,” I said, my mind already spinning. “We need to know the ingredients. If we can reverse engineer the scent—track down what it was made of—we might be able to trace its origin. Or at least confirm if it came from here. From him.”
Asmo raised an eyebrow, floating backward as he scratched his neck. “And what if we don’t find it?”
I narrowed my eyes. “We will. Just keep looking. We take everything we’ve got so far and piece it together. That scroll alone is better than ninety-nine percent of this sex poem disaster zone.”
“Hey,” he pointed at a particularly raunchy book titled The Moans of Mount Celestia, “that one won awards. From me. But yeah, alright.”
We split up again. I headed toward a lower row of shelves while my tentacles took over the higher ones. One tentacle flicked through a series of potion formulas etched into aged demonhide. Another cracked open a dusty tome of incense recipes.
Nothing.
More aphrodisiacs. Libido enhancers. Skin-reddening lotions. Everything I’d expect in a Lust King’s basement—but nothing with that divine-demonic blend.
My Telekinesis floated another scroll toward me, its wax seal still intact, marked with a faint crest of intertwined hearts and wings. I cracked it open slowly.
[Analyzing Scent Residue…]
[Base Notes Detected: Lust Petal, Faeblossom, Seraph Ash (Trace), Unknown Catalyst]
Seraph Ash.
Now that wasn’t supposed to be here.
I barely had time to process it when—
-Slam!
The archive door burst open like someone had drop-kicked it. A gust of rose-scented wind followed.
Asmo sighed. “Oh, come on. I locked that.”
“I told you your locks are just decorative,” I muttered.
The silhouette in the doorway was unmistakable.
Tall. Curvy. Horns curled just slightly back like sharpened ribbons. Eyes glowing with mischievous glee. She was dressed in something that probably passed for “casual” in the Lust Domain—tight crimson shorts, a black halter top that said SIN FIRST, QUESTIONS NEVER, and about ten too many charm bracelets clinking up her arms.
“Morgana,” I groaned.
She spotted me immediately and grinned like a lioness who’d just walked into a steakhouse. “Azzy~!”
“Nope.” I held up a hand. “Don’t call me that.”
She teleported. Full sparkly shimmer-and-snap teleportation.
And landed right in front of me.
“I felt your demonic power signature,” she purred, hands behind her back like she wasn’t a threat to national security. “You’ve been avoiding me again.”
Asmo groaned from behind a scroll. “Morgs, please, we’re working.”
She barely acknowledged him. “I know.” Her eyes stayed locked on me. “That’s why I’m here. To help.”
I sighed and stepped back. She stepped forward. A tentacle gently poked her shoulder. She blinked, looked at it… and tried to hug it.
“No. Stop that.”
“But it’s cute,” she giggled, now trying to braid one of them.
“Morgana,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Seriously. We don’t have time for flirting.”
“Oh, I’m not flirting,” she said. “I’m seducing. There’s a difference.”
Asmo was just watching with a blank stare now. “I swear she got worse after puberty.”
“Worse?” I muttered. “She’s an event now.”
Morgana finally noticed the scroll in my hand and leaned over to peek. “Ooooh, are we looking at old love poetry?”
“No,” I said. “We’re trying to trace an ancient scent. Something your dad might’ve created. It’s important.”
Her lips curled. “You mean that weird sweet smell that keeps popping up whenever divine and demonic energy get all flirty?”
I froze.
Asmo blinked. “Wait, what?”
“You’ve smelled it?” I asked, voice low.
“Sure,” she shrugged. “Once or twice. A long time ago. I always thought it was just dad testing new perfumes. I found one of his candles that did it once. When I lit it, I had the weirdest dreams…”
I locked eyes with Asmo. He looked just as shocked.
“You never told me this,” he said to her.
She shrugged again. “You were too busy having pillow fights with succubi in your playroom. I didn’t think it mattered.”
“Where is the candle now?” I asked.
She blinked. “I think I hid it in my old drawer. You know. The locked one. With the runes. The ‘do not enter unless you want to be mentally scarred’ one.”
I exhaled. “Of course you did.”
Asmo slapped his forehead. “Why?”
“I was thirteen and horny and thought it was a sex candle from heaven, okay?” she snapped.
That… honestly tracked.
“Fine,” I said. “Can you get it?”
“I think so,” she said, tapping her lip with a clawed finger. “If the rats haven’t eaten it.”
I stared. “Rats?”
“Oh, I charmed them. They guard my old room now.”
I wanted to scream.
Not because I hated rats—but because this was the Lust Palace. You say "rats" and there’s at least a 40% chance they’re enchanted, talking, kinky, and unionized.
Asmo just groaned and faceplanted into the nearest velvet cushion. “I should’ve disbanded your side of the castle years ago.”
“You couldn’t even disband your own harem, don’t pretend,” Morgana shot back sweetly.
“She’s got a point,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.
“Anyway,” Morgana said, straightening up and brushing her hands together, “I’ll take you there. But…”
She turned toward Asmo and tilted her head, suddenly all smiles. Too sweet. Way too suspicious.
“You have a meeting to get to.”
Asmo blinked. “I do?”
“Yes. With—uh—your aide. The one who handles the... urgent pleasure supply inventory.”
“…The what?”
“You know. The warehouse shortages in Sector Nine. They sent an emergency request. Said something about the plush handcuffs being mislabeled as divine restraint gear. Big scandal.”
He stared at her. “That’s not real.”
She met his gaze without flinching. “They said if it’s not resolved by moonset, the dominatrix tribe will riot. Do you want that kind of PR disaster?”
Asmo opened his mouth—then paused. His brain visibly stalled. The Lust Domain did have a dominatrix tribe. And they had rioted before. Once. For almost three weeks. Half the palace had to be rebuilt.