Seven Sins System Chapter 639. I Can’t Think Straight
Seven Sins System Chapter 639. I Can’t Think Straight
I winced. “So… not ideal.”
“At least there’s no one here?” she offered, voice still breathy.
But the scent was still here.
Heavier than before.
My stomach twisted.
Something was wrong. This wasn’t just residue. It was following us.
Puriel wrapped her arms around herself, biting her lip, flushed and shaking. “I can’t… I can’t think straight.”
“Neither can I,” I admitted. “But we need to track this. Find the source.”
“Not now,” she whispered. “Just… hold me. For a minute.”
And I did.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, letting her heartbeat press against mine, feeling the fragile war between realms pulse in her chest.
And in that park, under the streetlamp glow, with the scent of divine sin thick in the air, we stood still.
Breathing.
Waiting.
Knowing this wasn’t over.
Not even close.
I held her tighter.
“Whoever’s behind this…” I whispered, voice shaking.
“They’re close.”
Puriel didn’t answer. Her breath was ragged. Her hand clutched mine tighter than before—knuckles pale, fingers trembling. Not from fear. No, not even close. It was want. That divine, dangerous kind of need that wasn’t supposed to belong to her. Not the goddess of chastity. Not the one who once flinched when our knees brushed.
But now?
Now her pupils were dilated, her lips parted, and she looked at me like I was the last safe sin in the world.
And the scent wasn’t fading.
It followed us. We walked half a block. Checked alleys. Benches. Even sniffed around a suspicious rose bush. And nothing. It was like the source moved with us.
It wanted to stay with us.
Or maybe…
“Okay,” I growled, pushing the thought down as we passed a flickering lamp post. “This is getting out of hand.”
“You think?” she gasped beside me. She was flushed. Her thighs kept pressing together with every few steps like she was trying to ignore how her body was definitely not on her side right now.
I was no better. I was about two minutes from pinning her against the public restroom wall and letting divine punishment be damned.
But I held it together. Barely.
Mission first. Sex after. Reality tear prevention was sexy, right?
And then Puriel glanced at me, blinking hard. “Let me try,” she said.
“What?”
She raised her hand and summoned a portal of her own. Smooth, circular, all light-touched elegance with a little too much sparkle. Divine aesthetic. I squinted at it like it insulted my lineage, but hey—at least she was taking initiative.
We stepped through.
And landed…
Boom.
The heat hit first. Thick. Dense. Dry. My skin reacted instantly—hellfire-tier levels of sweat creeping in before I even had time to look around.
Then came the scent of sulfur. Ash. Burning minerals. Distant lava blooping in the background like a bubbling hell stew.
We were on the edge of a damn volcano.
I stared at the molten river a few meters away, blinking in disbelief. “…Seriously?”
Puriel looked around, equally flushed from magic strain and just existing near me. “This wasn’t where I aimed, I swear.”
I wiped my forehead with my palm, exhaled slow, and then muttered with a dry chuckle, “You’re no better than me.”
And help me, my fucking lil brother was still harder than obsidian.
Not fair. Not fair.
Puriel turned slowly, face red—not just from heat. “I am trying…”
“Oh yeah?” I raised a brow, stepping closer. “Doesn’t look like it.”
She didn’t answer.
I kissed her again.
This time, there was no hesitation. Just fire. Need. Her lips parted and mine claimed them. We met with the force of an unholy prayer, like something ancient and desperate had possessed both of us.
The volcano? Not the only thing erupting.
My hands moved fast—greedy. One hand on her waist, the other tracing up her back, feeling every curve, every arch of her body that melted into mine. Her fingers gripped my shirt, crumpling it between knuckles. Her thighs brushed mine. Her breath hitched into the kiss, desperate and soft and pure chaos.
She wasn’t a goddess anymore.
She was a storm.
And I was damn happy to drown.
But then…
Then—
The scent.
It spiked.
Like a sudden snap of lightning in the brain. Sharp. Intoxicating. My knees damn near buckled.
It wasn't just lingering anymore.
It wasn’t just stuck to our skin.
It had a pulse.
And that pulse?
Was right against my chest.
I pulled back—panting, forehead resting against hers. My fingers clenched on her waist, my body practically vibrating from restraint. Every cell wanted to say "screw it" and screw her. But then…
I looked down.
Right at her necklace.
The necklace I gave her.
And right now?
It was glowing.
A soft pulse. Like it was… breathing.
And the scent was strongest there.
“…Shit,” I whispered. “The necklace.”
Puriel blinked, still dazed. “W-what?”
I panted, trying to wrestle my erection into not leading the conversation. “The scent… it’s coming from the necklace.”
She looked down slowly.
Then froze.
“…Oh gods,” she whispered. “It… it wasn’t doing that before.”
“No kidding.”
My fingers brushed the charm. I winced. It felt warm. No—not warm. Alive. Like something was growing inside it. Expanding. A reaction not from heat but emotion.
My gift had become a transmitter. An amplifier.
Of this bond.
Of us.
“What did you do to it?” she asked softly.
“I don’t know,” I breathed. “It wasn’t active before. I didn’t enchant it. It was just a charm. It shouldn’t even react.”
Her lips twitched. But she didn’t laugh.
Instead, her eyes locked on mine.
She was scared.
But not of the lava.
Not even of the scent.
She was scared of what this meant.
And I got it.
Because I was too.
“Okay,” I said, stepping back again, my body screaming at me like I just rejected the only salvation in hell. “We need to analyze this.”
“You need a cold bath,” she muttered, cheeks redder than ever.
“You’re not wrong.” I adjusted myself, not that it helped.
But the necklace…
I reached for it, gently tugging it off her neck. The moment it left her skin, the air cooled. Not literally, but… cleaner. The scent dulled.
Just a bit.
We both stared at it.
Still glowing.
Still wrong.
“Wait… I think I know why it reacts like that…”