Seven Sins System Chapter 634. Like Father, Like Son III
Seven Sins System Chapter 634. Like Father, Like Son III
Lily snorted against my skin. “That one tastes better.”
Somewhere behind us, paper rustled.
“Just save your breath,” Mamon deadpanned without looking up. “And make it fast.”
We paused—barely. Ivy threw her head back and laughed.
“Sorry, Mamon!” I called breathlessly, voice cracking mid-word. “Five minutes!”
“You said five minutes twenty minutes ago.”
“Then I’m bad at math!”
“Clearly.”
Lily giggled, curled against my side, still panting. Ivy leaned into me, eyes half-lidded, flushed and smug.
We were a mess. A glorious, sweaty, satisfied mess.
My body throbbed with overstimulation and lingering magic. My thoughts were scattered and slow, but the euphoria—gods, it sang in my veins.
I looked over to see my father still seated with both succubi clinging to him like eager vines. His head tilted slightly when our eyes met.
He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.
We both knew this wasn’t just lust.
That candle—those memories—had stirred something ancient. Something dangerous.
And even now, our bodies remembered.
I exhaled shakily, resting my head back. Ivy hummed and rested her cheek on my chest.
Mamon cleared his throat. “So. Financial update?”
Lily raised her hand lazily from where she lay half-draped across me, a mess of glowing skin and smug satisfaction. “Only if you read it in a sultry voice.”
He stared at her like he was contemplating tax evasion as a lifestyle. Then pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed like he aged twenty years in a blink, and opened his ledger anyway.
“You owe me extra hazard pay for this.”
I groaned from the couch. “Oh, c’mon. Relax a bit, Mamon.”
He deadpanned.
Ivy shifted against me, letting out a sleepy giggle as she propped her chin on my chest. “He’s serious.”
“I know he is,” I muttered. “That’s the problem.”
Mamon put his glasses on, eyes skimming lines of enchanted ink that glowed red for some reason. “So, I’ll keep this quick. First off—Succubus Quarter renovations are 43% over budget because someone approved a ‘velvet lava pit’ without checking the cost of demon silk imports.”
I blinked. “Okay, that sounds like Asmo’s idea.”
“Nope,” Mamon replied. “It has your approval rune on the requisition scroll.”
I turned to Lily.
She grinned innocently. “I only borrowed it for one time, okay?”
“…Damn it.”
Mamon didn’t pause. “Next—Hellgate 2’s infrastructure breach. Sector 7 collapsed. We had to reroute 1200 soul caravans.”
“Shit. Wait, I thought Sector 7 was secure.”
“Yeah, you thought that. Until a bunch of gluttony wraiths tunneled through looking for ethereal pudding.”
I rubbed my face. “Of course they did.”
“Maintenance crew lost five interns. Not dead—just existentially dislocated. We’re still trying to retrieve them from a pocket of moral ambiguity.”
“…What?”
“Don’t ask,” Mamon said. “They’re fine. Mostly. One of them started writing poetry, though.”
Diablo, still reclined in his chair, one succubus snoozing across his lap, let out a dry chuckle. “Sounds like a Tuesday.”
Mamon turned the page. “Third, R&D submitted another batch of advanced project trials. No disasters yet. But—” He paused. “Do you actually approve the sonic frequency testing based on seraphim vocal patterns?”
I glanced at him. “Yeah. Project Echo Resonance. Early simulations showed potential for long-range disruption tech. If we fine-tune the frequency matrix, we might be able to use it as an anti-divine barrier disruptor.”
Mamon whistled under his breath. “Huh. I thought it was just sex-bomb tech.”
Lily leaned in, licking her lips. “We could still use it that way.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s Phase Four. Maybe.”
“Focus,” Mamon snapped, flipping another page. “No deficit, thankfully. Soul credit flow is steady. Investments from the Greed Lords are holding. But we’ve got a new external issue.”
Diablo’s eyes flicked open. “Which?”
“Tariffs,” Mamon muttered, flipping to the marked page. “Forty percent hike on Lust-affinity energy trade. Effective next moon cycle.”
I frowned. “That’s steep. Who pushed for that?”
“Begral,” Mamon replied darkly, flipping the page. “The Ashmaw Tribe elders pushed the motion through the council floor last night. Apparently, they believe Lust-based energy production is ‘unstable, reckless, and undermining infernal balance.’”
I blinked. “Begral? That ancient ash-sack thinks we're the chaotic ones?”
“Yep,” Mamon said, tone flat. “The same guy who once greenlit a blood geyser pipeline under a marketplace.”
Diablo let out a long-suffering sigh. “Let me guess—he’s trying to reroute energy credits through Ashmaw supply chains.”
Mamon nodded. “Exactly. Backed by a few other tribes looking to skim the trade. It's official now—unless we want to cough up the ‘ritual stabilizer tax,’ Lust-affinity exports get slammed starting next moon cycle.”
“Of course,” I muttered. “Use a ceremonial loophole and call it stabilization. And I bet those credits are going straight into building more obsidian bathhouses.”
“Any workarounds?” Diablo asked.
Mamon flipped another page. “The Umbra Coalition's offering rerouting. They’ve stayed neutral in all this and run some of the underground channels.”
I narrowed my eyes. “And the catch?”
He hesitated. “They want one of the succubus gardens.”
Silence.
Even Diablo shifted forward slightly.
“…Run that back?” I said.
“As a ‘gesture of unity,’” Mamon explained, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “They want to establish an aphrodisiac herbal cultivation zone—said the garden’s Lust saturation is perfect.”
I dragged a hand down my face. “That garden has ancestral seals. It’s not a damned greenhouse.”
“They’re serious,” Mamon said. “Their representative even quoted your Infernal Summit speech. Said your vision for ‘sensual sustainability’ was... compelling.”
Lily burst out laughing. “You mean the one with the diagram comparing passion cycles to resource economics?”
“It was a valid point,” I argued.
“You animated it,” Ivy chimed in. “With little moaning icons.”
“I was trying to engage the room.”
I paused.
“I’m not seducing my way through another tribal negotiation.”
Pause.
“…Unless everything goes to hell.”
Diablo chuckled softly, stretching his arms behind his head.
Mamon snapped his ledger shut with a crisp thud. “That’s all.”
He glanced around at the half-dressed chaos still lazily sprawled across the room. His eye twitched slightly, but his voice stayed even.
“I’ll see myself out before someone starts round two. Please—don’t rush on my account,” he added dryly.