Seven Sins System Chapter 632. Like Father, Like Son I

Seven Sins System Chapter 632. Like Father, Like Son I

I gestured vaguely toward the corner. “Your couch. I… I’m gonna need it.”

He sighed like I just told him I broke the strategic map table.

“Take it,” he said, waving a hand. “But try not to break it. That thing was custom-made from Cerberian hide.”

I let out a breathless, strained chuckle. “I’ll try. No promises.”

“Oh, and—” he added. “Mamon’s coming here in thirty minutes to give the financial report. So unless you want him walking into a live demon threesome, make sure you’re done by then.”

Lily giggled wildly. “Ooooh~ a deadline. I like that. Makes it more exciting.”

“Adds tension,” Ivy agreed, her fingers now tracing slow, maddening circles just under my navel.

I groaned, low and deep, rolling my neck back as their hands moved in tandem—one undoing the last button of my shirt, the other slipping teasing fingers beneath the waistband of my trousers like she had all the time in the world.

“Thirty minutes…” I panted. “Right. That’s… generous.”

My back hit the couch, heat coiling under my skin like a rising inferno. My shirt slipped off my shoulders, dropped somewhere on the marble floor.

Ivy crawled into my lap with a wicked little smile, her breath warm against my jaw. “We’ll make it count.”

Lily didn’t wait. She straddled my thigh, grabbed my face with both hands, and kissed me like she hadn’t tasted anything in centuries. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. It was hungry, lips hot and parted, tongue demanding. Her moan hit my throat and traveled straight to my core.

I kissed her back—hard. My hands gripped her waist, dragging her closer, and her body melted against mine like sin incarnate.

Behind me, Ivy licked a path down the side of my neck, her breath hot, fingers skimming across my chest, tracing the lines of old scars and fresh tension.

“You’re still trembling,” she whispered against my collarbone.

“Your fault,” I growled.

She giggled, then sank her teeth gently into my shoulder.

Lily pulled back, breathless, her lips slick and swollen. “I want more,” she whispered, eyes dark with desire.

They both moved at once, hands sliding down my stomach, nails grazing my abs, lips brushing across my skin like spells. Ivy leaned in and kissed my sternum, then lower. Lily followed, her fingers dancing along the edge of my trousers like a tease she wasn’t ready to finish yet.

My shaft pulsed hard, already standing tall—aching, swollen, brushing against the inside of my pants. The scent in the air wasn’t gone. It clung to everything. Their skin. My mouth. The sweat forming at the edge of my temple. Lust didn’t fade—it thickened.

Lily glanced up at me with a wicked grin. “You're already this hard?”

“Blame the scent,” I muttered.

She leaned in and kissed the head through the fabric. My hips bucked. Ivy hummed in amusement.

From the corner of my eye, I caught movement—on the other side of the room.

Diablo.

Still at his desk. But not untouched. The two succubi weren’t standing around anymore. One straddled his lap now, grinding slow, deliberate circles into him while the other kissed her way down his chest. Their moans floated across the room, soft and wet, punctuated by his low, strained breaths.

He wasn’t saying anything. Just watching. Letting it happen. The sound of one of them shifting in his lap echoed, followed by the rhythmic flapping of wings and heated gasps.

Ivy slipped fully into my lap now, straddling me with practiced ease. Her skirt was already hiked up, her thighs pressed against mine. I could feel the slick heat of her sweet flesh even through the thin layer between us.

“Ivy,” I growled.

“I know,” she whispered. “But let us savor this.”

Lily knelt between my legs. Her fingers tugged my trousers lower until my shaft sprang free—hard, throbbing, dark with need. She exhaled, warm breath teasing the tip.

“You want me to suck you?” she purred, brushing her lips so close it sent a jolt up my spine.

“Now,” I said, low and dangerous.

She smiled—feral and sweet—and leaned in. Her tongue flicked once, slow and wet across the head, then again, slower. My fingers dug into the couch.

Ivy licked the shell of my ear, then whispered, “She’s always been eager for your taste.”

“Shut up,” I groaned, bucking my hips slightly as Lily took more of me into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide, her throat swallowing inch by inch.

The warmth of her mouth, the velvet of her tongue, the tightness of her lips—all of it drove into me.

My eyes fluttered shut.

“Don’t lose yourself,” Ivy whispered, now kissing down my chest, her nails dragging across my sides.

I wanted to answer, but the pressure around my shaft was pulsing, vibrating, sucking like it was her mission to drain my sanity.

I could hear everything—the wet pop as Lily pulled back, the sharp inhale as Ivy mouthed at my hip, and behind it all, the rhythmic slaps and groans from across the room.

Diablo was definitely not wasting time on foreplay.

I opened my eyes. Locked onto his.

He looked up just once—expression strained, but amused. “Twenty-five minutes left,” he panted, moving his waist.

I chuckled, breathless, body trembling beneath the grip of two demons who knew exactly how to break me apart.

"No promises," I muttered again.

And then I let the heat take over.

Lily giggled, eyes glinting with infernal delight as she climbed into my lap like she owned the throne. Her lips descended on mine—hungry, hot, addictive.

Ivy wasn’t far behind, kissing the side of my neck, tracing slow, dizzying circles across my chest with her fingers. The scent still clung to the air like smoke—divine and forbidden, sweet and scorching.  My pulse drowned out reason.

Their tongues danced across my skin, one trailing down my chest, the other dragging along my collarbone. Their fingers moved in perfect rhythm.