Seven Sins System Chapter 623. Payment
Seven Sins System Chapter 623. Payment
“…Damn it.” He threw his hands up and stood. “Fine. But if they’re just whining about thigh straps again—”
“They’re always whining about thigh straps,” Morgana said brightly, waving him toward the door. “Now go on. Shoo.”
He muttered something under his breath about cursed siblings and went out.
I turned to Morgana. “That wasn’t real, was it?”
She smiled at me with all the innocence of a succubus caught red-handed in a nunnery. “I don’t lie.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You bend the truth into a pretzel and cover it in whipped cream.”
“I prefer honey, but okay.”
I let out a sigh. “Bet you’re going to try to seduce me again.”
She stepped closer, eyes gleaming. “Of course.”
“Seriously?”
She leaned in, close enough for her perfume to hit—warm, spicy, dangerously nostalgic. “After what you did to me last time…” Her voice dropped. “There is no way I can forget that.”
‘Yeah, shit…’
I felt one of my tentacles twitch, ready to shove her back if necessary.
I exhaled hard. “Lead the way. Let’s go retrieve your questionable candle from your rat-infested trauma drawer.”
She clapped, clearly delighted. “Yay~! Follow me.”
The hallway to Morgana’s wing was somehow worse than I remembered. The carpets were the same blood-red velvet, but now had glitter trails that led nowhere, heart-shaped floating eyes that tracked me with suspicious thirst, and whispering portraits that hissed things like “Oh hello again, Azzy~” when I walked past.
“Do all the paintings here remember me?” I asked, tentacles twitching defensively.
Morgana beamed. “Yup! I made sure of it!”
“Of course you did.”
We reached her room. The door was… not a door. It was a velvet curtain stitched with thorny runes and literal warning signs.
“ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.”
“NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CURSED AROUSALS.”
“DON’T TOUCH THE MIRROR.”
“SERIOUSLY. DO NOT. TOUCH. THE MIRROR.”
“Is the mirror still cursed?” I asked.
“I made it worse!” she chirped. “It sings now.”
“…Why would you do that?”
“So it wouldn’t feel lonely.” She pulled the curtain aside.
I followed her in—and immediately regretted it.
Her room looked like someone detonated a boutique, a perfume factory, and a dungeon supply store. Pillows everywhere. Glitter dust coated everything in a light shimmer like a debauched snowfall. An entire wall of mood candles flickered with magical labels—“Sinshine,” “Lustful Regret,” “Demon Daddy.”
There were at least three enchanted plushies floating in the air. One winked at me. Another one licked its lips. The third made a kissy noise and whispered, “He’s back~.”
I didn’t say anything. Just glared at the room like it had personally offended me. My tentacles twitched in defensive formation.
“Home sweet home,” Morgana purred, stretching as she entered ahead of me. The motion was... deliberate. Every curve on display. Her tail flicked like she was teasing the air itself.
She walked up to the dresser and ran her fingers along the edge. “You still remember the drawer, right?”
“I remember it’s cursed,” I said flatly. “And guarded by rats with questionable morals.”
She laughed, low and wicked. “They’re all named after you now, by the way.”
“…I’m burning this place down after we leave.”
She gave me a look. The kind of look that could cause a heatwave. “Now, now. You want what’s in this drawer, right?”
“Obviously.”
“Then you’re gonna have to pay the toll.”
I blinked. “Toll?”
She turned, leaning back against the dresser, arms crossed under her chest. “Mhm. One night. One body. One very specific part of you I haven’t stopped dreaming about.”
I stared. “Seriously?”
“I’m dead serious.” Her grin turned feral. “You can’t dangle all those thick, delicious tentacles around me like a tease and not use one.”
My core did a little stutter. Not because I was tempted. No. Absolutely not. It was just... warm in here. That was all.
“You want me to—”
“F*ck me with one of your tentacles,” she whispered, stepping close. “Just one. For now. Let me feel that raw, unstable magic deep inside me. I promise I’ll give you the candle after. Hell, I’ll give you two.”
I exhaled slowly, the heat rising behind my eyes. “You’re insane.”
“You’re stalling.”
Her fingers ghosted down my chest, eyes half-lidded, breath teasing my skin. “Come on. Just one. I’ll be good. Or very, very bad. Dealer’s choice.”
I didn’t move. But the tension between us coiled like a spring. My tentacles hovered in the air behind me, twitching with pent-up arcane energy.
I should’ve walked away.
Should’ve said no.
Should’ve remembered this was my best friend’s little sister.
But the way she looked at me… hungry, certain, unafraid—like she knew exactly how to break me?
Damn it.
“…Close the door,” I muttered.
She didn’t hesitate. A flick of her tail, and the room sealed shut with a sultry click. The candles flared. The air pulsed with magic.
“Oh, Azzy,” she whispered, eyes shining. “I knew you’d come around.”
“Don’t call me that,” I said, voice low, stepping toward her. My tentacles flexed behind me.
She blinked up at me, all sultry innocence and zero apology. “What, you don’t like it?”
“No,” I murmured, brushing a strand of her hair back with the lightest touch of Telekinesis. “I don’t. El is better.”
“Mm.” Her smile turned slow and wicked. “El, huh?” She tested it like a promise on her tongue. “But it made me sound the same as the others.”
“You are.”
She pressed in close, her body barely grazing mine, just enough to make every nerve in my skin pay attention. Her fingers slid down my chest, nails lightly dragging over my shirt like she wanted to carve her name in my skin. “El,” she whispered again, lips just near my neck. “If I moan that name… will you break your own rules?”
My breath caught. Her hips brushed mine with teasing heat, her hand curling at my waist, one leg sliding slowly between mine.
“You’ve been teasing me for years,” she murmured, licking her lips. “And you expect me not to want a taste?”
One of my tentacles brushed against her thigh—testing. She didn’t flinch. She leaned into it, eyes dark with anticipation.