June 11, 2025

Seven Sins System Chapter 633. Like Father, Like Son II

My tentacles coiled around them instinctively—one brushing along Lily’s thigh, another curling against Ivy’s lower back, drawing shivers and moans from both.

I wasn’t leading anymore. I was being devoured.

Behind me, I could hear the sound of skin against skin—my father and his succubi not holding back either. The sounds of ecstasy echoed through the chamber, wicked and raw. The scent, amplified by six demons on the brink, was unbearable. Delicious. Maddening.

"You're shaking," Lily whispered, pressing her forehead against mine.

"So are you," I replied, voice low.

Her answer was a slow roll of her hips against mine that drew a groan from both of us.

My tentacles responded to the motion. Two of them cradled her waist, another snaked around Ivy’s back, pulling her in closer. They melted into it—pressing, licking, teasing. Their laughter was soft, feral.

"So greedy," Ivy purred, dragging her nails down my abdomen.

"I am," I said through gritted teeth.

"You held this in all night?" Lily whispered.

I could barely nod.

"You’re insane," Ivy murmured, kissing along my jaw. "And powerful."

The couch groaned as we sank into it, tangled limbs and breath. The room felt too small, too hot, too alive. I lost track of who kissed who, whose hands were where, which moan belonged to which sinner. I only knew the rhythm was building, slow and torturous. I couldn’t stop.

And neither could they.

Ivy gasped as my tentacles traced along her back, curling at the nape of her neck, the tips teasing her spine. Lily arched beneath my hand, mouth parted, breath caught in her throat. Her fingers gripped my shoulders like I was the only thing keeping her tethered.

It was fire. It was hunger. It was control slipping away—and I didn’t care.

For a while, it was only that.

Until a voice cut through the madness.

A throat cleared.

"Am I… early?"

I froze.

Lily blinked, hair tousled, lips kiss-bruised.

Ivy peeked up from where her fingers had just begun to roam again, face flushed and gleaming with sweat.

Diablo growled low. "Mamon." Yeah, he was still inside her succubus.

Standing in the doorway was the Lord of Greed himself, a golden ledger under one arm, his face an awkward mix of amusement and horror.

"I—uh. I can come back?"

I sighed, head thunking back against the couch.

"You’re early."

"I was excited," Mamon mumbled, then immediately regretted it. "I mean, for the financials. Not… not this."

"Close the door, Mamon," Diablo said dryly.

Mamon swung his finger, using his Telekinesis.

The door clicked shut again.

I looked down at Lily, who was smirking like a temptress that had just claimed a throne, my erection. Ivy chuckled against my side, her breath cool and electric on my skin.

"Guess we’ve got a deadline again," I muttered.

Lily leaned in, tongue teasing my lower lip. "Then we better make it count."

My pulse hadn’t slowed. If anything, it thundered louder, syncing with the grind of hips, and the rush of need.

The couch creaked under us. Her thighs clenched tight, trapping me in a rhythm she set without hesitation, without mercy.

Ivy didn’t wait her turn. One hand roamed across my chest, nails lightly tracing my muscles and new tension, while her other guided my tentacles with purpose—each one gliding across curves and heat, coaxing more gasps from her throat.

From across the room came another, equally heated chorus. My father, of course, was still occupied, his attention wholly claimed by the two succubi wrapped around him. One was straddling his lap while the other pressed kisses to his throat, their laughter low and hungry.

"Really?" Mamon’s voice deadpanned from the doorframe.

Lily didn’t even stop moving. My body jerked involuntarily beneath her. Ivy bit my earlobe with a wicked grin.

Mamon stepped fully into the room now, arms crossed, voice flat. "I’m here and you guys just continue for what is this?"

I tried to reply. I really did.

"Just—ah… hah—minute," I managed, head lolling back as Lily’s hips quickened. "I mean uh… ah… f*ck! Five. Maybe ten."

He sighed. Loudly.

He dropped into a chair with all the grace of someone forced to witness a private scene at gunpoint.

"I need a payment for this," he said. "I’m not a Lord of Greed to watch this."

My reply died in my throat as Ivy’s fingers found new angles, Lily leaned in to steal my breath, and I gave up pretending I had any control left.

The couch creaked under us, but that didn’t stop Lily from straddling me like she owned the throne. And maybe, for a moment, she did. Her rhythm was wild, commanding. Ivy’s voice was a sultry hum in my ear, her hands never idle, tracing lines of pleasure like a cartographer mapping out sin.

Then—

A sharp, wet sound echoed through the chamber, too obscene and perfect to mistake for anything else.

I came. Deep and hard. Lily gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she trembled, riding the last waves of bliss.

[Lust Point +200]

Yeah, yeah, I ignored it.

The moment barely cooled before Ivy grinned, kissed my jaw, and whispered, “My turn.”

She slid into place with a dancer’s grace and a demon’s hunger, taking me in even before I’d fully softened. Her body welcomed me like a secret she’d waited too long to share.

I grunted, hands gripping the couch. Her hips rolled with purpose, every shift teasing and torturing at once. She reached back and gave my balls a playful tug.

“I know you’re better than this, Your Highness.”

Damn her. I was hard again.

I became her beast, her steed, her chaos given form. One hand braced her hip. The other conjured a tentacle—two—no, five. They wrapped around limbs, teased skin, traced soft curves with knowing heat. She gasped. Lily moaned beside her, kissing down my chest.

“I have tentacles,” I growled, breath hitching. “And you two only want the main one?”