Seven Sins System Chapter 631. Memory Trap
Seven Sins System Chapter 631. Memory Trap
Ivy broke the quiet first. Her voice soft, uncertain. “I never thought I’d see the Light Realm.” She was still holding onto the back of my suit, her expression caught somewhere between awe and unease. “Not even like that.”
Lily let out a slow, low whistle. “This candle is dangerous for us. Too dangerous.”
“Yup,” I muttered. Still gripping the desk edge with one hand. “It’s a memory trap. A beautiful one. Designed to disarm before it breaks you.”
Then Lily tilted her head. “Wait… you dragged me out of the torture room just for this?”
I grinned without looking at her. “Yup. But not for this one.”
She frowned. “Then—”
I turned toward the last candle. The one we hadn’t dared to light yet.
The one labeled Lustful Regret.
My father was already watching it. His shoulders tensed. He inhaled slowly, then said with finality, “I’ll light it.”
I didn’t stop him.
He raised one hand, fingers flicking through a simple flame spell. No flourish. Just a spark. It touched the wick…
And the room changed.
The scent didn’t arrive—it flooded. Like it had been waiting.
Thick. Heavy. Cloying and warm. Not floral, not spicy. Something older. Deeper. Carnal. Like skin against skin and whispered confessions under velvet sheets. The kind of smell that bypassed the brain and went straight for the gut—then lower.
My breath hitched.
I knew this scent.
I knew it.
“This smell…” I said through my teeth. “I can confirm it. This is the same one. The same goddamn scent I smelled in the cave.”
And then I started to pant.
Heat rose up the back of my neck like a tide. My skin buzzed. Not just arousal—need. Sharp, addictive, too fast. Like my core had been set on fire.
I looked across the desk and saw my father’s hands tremble once. His chest rose with a sharp inhale. His pupils were blown wide, jaw clenched.
Shit.
We were both panting now.
And not just us.
Ivy let out a soft sound behind me. Almost a whimper. Her hand, which had been firm and professional against my back, suddenly slid forward. Across my waist. Then lower.
“Your Highness…” she breathed, voice soaked in something sultry. Her body pressed into mine, her breath hot against my neck. “You smell… intoxicating…”
“Shit,” I hissed.
The candle was too potent. It wasn’t just lust—it was royal-level compulsion. Made to crack even bloodlines like ours.
Diablo’s hand twitched—and the candle extinguished with a sharp snap.
The scent faded. But the damage was already done.
We stood there. Breathing. Still. Burning.
Lily let out a low hum behind me. “Oh wow,” she said, her voice thick and smoky. “No wonder you came all the way for this one.”
She stepped up close, her fingers ghosting across my collarbone like a playful spell. “You look like you’re about to lose it. Want some help staying grounded, brother?”
I turned to her. But then Ivy slipped her fingers around my jaw.
Her voice came quiet. Soft. “Let us help you, my Lord. Please.”
Both of them were leaning into me now. Ivy's eyes were dark with hunger, and Lily's fingers trailed heat across my chest, slipping under the first undone button of my shirt.
Across the room, Diablo stood frozen while both his secretaries pressed in around him like well-trained predators. One kissed his shoulder. The other slipped behind him, tracing her hands along his spine with reverent slowness.
He growled. Actually growled. “This is more terrifying than I expected.”
I swallowed. Hard. “I know. I’m still shocked I managed to endure this in the cave and didn’t completely lose it.”
He looked at me, sweat beading at his temple. “How long were you exposed to it? With her?”
“A whole night,” I stated, meeting his gaze.
His eye twitched. He exhaled through his nose. “Yeah,” he muttered, deadpan. “That’s the real miracle here.”
Behind me, Ivy’s hands slipped lower. I caught them—barely—before they went too far.
I clenched my jaw and activated Dispel.
[Effect Failed. Target effect exceeds resistance threshold.]
A sharp pulse of static flickered through my core and fizzled out uselessly. The heat didn’t vanish. The haze didn’t lift. My body was still burning.
“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.
“I know you need us,” Lily whispered, tilting her head with a slow, sultry smile. “You’re still shaking.”
She wasn’t wrong.
My legs were locked in place only because I refused to give in. My pulse thundered in my throat, and my magic was coiling beneath my skin, hungry—no, starving—for release. Sweat prickled down my spine. I was barely holding back the instinct to rip my shirt open, throw them down, and let everything unravel right here on the polished obsidian floor.
Behind me, Ivy’s hands slid around my waist again, fingers grazing the hem of my shirt, her body pressed flush to my back. Her voice was a low purr in my ear. “You’re burning up. Let us cool you down.”
“Or heat you up more,” Lily added from the front, her hands splayed over my chest, now slowly unbuttoning me with deliberate slowness, like she wanted to watch me snap.
I was panting. Actually panting. My restraint, which had held steady through death traps, war rooms, and ancient divine corruption, was fraying from something as simple as scent and skin.
In a time like this, there was no way I could summon my portal. My concentration was wrecked. Even Teleportation was a bad idea; if I miscast it in this state, I might blink us into a molten pit.
Across the room, Diablo wasn’t doing much better. He stood there—barely. His posture was rigid, but his jaw was tight and his breathing uneven. The faintest tremor ran through his fingers. And the two succubi beside him still hovered near, flushed and dazed, licking their lips like they were waiting for a signal. His aura flared now and then—unstable. Still simmering with lust.
Yeah. He was very much still affected.
We all were.