Seven Sins System Chapter 638. Addictive

Seven Sins System Chapter 638. Addictive

It wrapped around my senses like warm fog. Faint at first—familiar even. Sweet, with a pull of something ancient beneath it. Like a memory dipped in perfume and left to ferment in divine archives.

I didn’t think much of it. Honestly, I assumed it was just a leftover trace from my time in the demon realm.

So, I kept going.

My lips claimed hers again, this time deeper. Hungrier. My hand found her hip, fingers curling against the soft fabric of her clothes. Her body responded, almost trembling under my touch like her soul had a switch and I was the reckless bastard flicking it without reading the manual.

I opened my mouth, tongue sliding out, tasting her lips—sweet, warm, tinged with divinity. She let out a soft gasp against me, and I didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss.

And…

It was addictive.

Her taste wasn’t just heavenly. It was heaven.

I kissed her like she was salvation and I was the damned one pretending I didn’t need it.

My lips traveled down, tracing the line of her jaw and then lower—to her neck. I buried my face there, inhaling her. That warmth, that her scent—gods, I didn’t even care that my brain was melting.

“I’m afraid I’m getting addicted to you…” I whispered between breaths, lips brushing against her skin.

She trembled in my arms, breath hitching, hands gripping the fabric of my shirt. “That would be… bad?” she panted.

I chuckled against her throat. “Very. My dad warned me to hold back.”

Which—let’s be real—was rich coming from a demon who indulged in orgy for hundred of years.

Her voice was so breathy it almost melted me: “And… why don’t you?”

“I’m trying,” I muttered.

Lie.

Or maybe not.

I was trying.

Kind of.

My hand, however, didn’t seem to get the memo. It slipped around her waist and ran slowly up her back. Her spine arched just slightly into my touch, her body betraying whatever divine logic was probably yelling at her in the background.

She gasped as my fingers found the soft dip at the small of her back. “You don’t seem like you’re trying.”

“…Let’s say,” I exhaled, “I don’t have the best self-control when it comes to this.”

We kissed again. Fierce. Unapologetic. Like two people trying to rewrite fate with their mouths.

And somewhere in the middle of that, things started to blur.

Literally.

The air felt heavier. The scent thickened.

It wasn’t just a trace anymore. It was a presence.

I gasped mid-kiss.

Sharp.

That same divine-demonic blend. But more. Stronger. More stinging. Like it had fermented into something potent and new. This wasn’t just memory anymore. This was activation.

This was worse than the cave.

Worse than my father’s office.

This was here.

Right now.

And the candle wasn’t even lit.

Hell, the candle wasn’t even with me.

“Puriel…” I whispered, panic threading into my voice. “The scent… It’s stronger…”

But she didn’t answer.

She shut me up with another kiss, hands tangling into my hair.

My heart punched my ribcage. ‘Shit!’

What the hell is this?

How is it here?

I don’t get it.

I don’t—!

And then it hit me.

Puriel was shaking.

Not because she was cold.

Not because she was scared.

But because she was barely holding herself together.

This wasn’t just strong for me—a devil used to bathing in lust-fueled magic.

This was something new for her.

And Puriel, as much as she tried to act like she had control, wasn’t built to withstand this kind of fusion. This was divine overload. A tug-of-war between chastity and hunger and light and corruption, and she was stuck in the middle, breathing like her entire being had short-circuited.

And me?

Yeah. I was right there with her.

If we did it here—right now—we’d probably shatter the dimensional barrier around the dorms and accidentally turn three rooms into a holy-brothel zone. Not ideal.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to pull back. My brain screamed at me, my body rioted, and my core sulked like a teen told to leave the arcade early.

But I had to stop.

I pulled back and pressed my forehead against hers, panting hard. “We need to get out of here.”

She blinked, dazed. “Huh…?”

“We can’t do this here,” I hissed. “This place is too full. Too unstable. There are people.”

“You’re saying this now?” she whimpered, gripping me tighter like she’d fall over without an anchor.

“I know, I know,” I muttered. “But trust me—if we go too far in this building, we’ll trigger a celestial-sexual implosion.”

I raised a shaky hand and started building the spell. I didn’t trust a direct teleport—my mind was a mess. Focus was leaking out of me like water through a cracked dam. So I poured the rest of my magic into opening a portal. It wasn’t precise. But it was open.

A swirling rift cracked through the air, humming with unstable energy. It glitched around the edges—because of course it did.

“Better than randomly teleporting and ending up with only half our bodies,” I muttered.

“Are those my only options?” she asked breathlessly.

“Right now?” I grabbed her hand, tugging her toward the glowing vortex. “Yes.”

She didn’t resist.

We jumped.

For one brief moment, everything stretched. Sound. Light. Time. My hand was still clutching hers, her body pressing into my side from the force of the transition, and the scent—gods—the scent followed. Like it had attached itself to our soulprints.

And then—thunk.

We landed.

Hard.

I rolled, hitting something soft. Dirt? Moss?

Leaves slapped against my face. A branch tried to invade my shirt.

Birds screamed in the distance like we’d just trespassed into a kids movie with a murder subplot.

I sat up, coughing.

“Okay,” I rasped. “Please let this be a forest.”

Puriel groaned somewhere behind me. “Please let this be a real forest.”

I turned around—

And stared straight at a broken vending machine.

“…Oh no.”

Puriel blinked at it, then looked at me. “This isn’t a forest.”

“Nope.”

“This is a park.”

“Yup.”

We both looked up.

Streetlights.

Empty swings creaking.

A half-lit public bathroom off to the side with graffiti that look like a huge penis.