Seven Sins System Chapter 642. Eruption III
Seven Sins System Chapter 642. Eruption III
We weren’t done.
Not yet.
And whoever was pulling these strings?
Yeah.
They were getting exactly what they wanted.
The bond. The scent. The raw fusion of our realms.
We were being led—slowly, gently—into self-destruction.
And honestly?
We were this close to letting it happen.
Her body was still trembling above me, hips twitching every time my still-hard shaft shifted inside her. She clung to my chest, breathing heavy, her face flushed and damp with sweat and exhaustion. My hands were still holding her hips, feeling every little aftershock of her orgasm ripple through her.
For a moment, my brain was blank.
I wanted to stay there.
I wanted to let it happen again.
And again.
And again.
But then—
That scent.
It still lingered.
The necklace.
Still glowing.
Still feeding us.
Still winning.
‘No…’
I gritted my teeth. My vision swam. My heart slammed in my chest like a war drum.
‘I can’t let her win.’
I couldn’t let whoever was manipulating us win.
Because this wasn’t just lust.
This was control.
And I’ve lived my entire life refusing to be someone’s pawn.
Before she could even react, I moved.
Fast. Instinctive. Desperate.
I yanked the necklace from her neck.
The moment the chain snapped, her entire body jolted like I’d just ripped something sacred from her soul.
Her eyes widened, lips parting. “No—!” she gasped.
But I didn’t stop.
With one quick motion, I hurled that thing into the lava beside us.
The glowing chain spun through the air like a falling star and plunged into the molten river below. The lava hissed and cracked violently, swallowing the charm in an instant. Bubbles erupted on the surface, sizzling like a dying beast—and then it was gone.
Just… gone.
The air shifted almost immediately.
The scent—
It finally began to fade.
The pressure on my chest loosened.
My brain, for the first time in what felt like hours, stopped screaming for more.
Puriel stared at me, stunned. Her breathing came in short, sharp bursts as she slowly processed what I’d done.
“No…” she whispered again, voice shaking—not with anger, but with heartbreak.
I could see it.
That necklace…
It was hers.
It was something she cherished. Something I gave her. Something that meant more than either of us had admitted.
And now it was burning in the depths of this goddamn volcano.
She started to move—her body twitching like she was about to crawl off me, maybe even dive after it out of instinct—but I moved first.
I grabbed her.
Held her tight.
“Stop,” I whispered, pulling her into my chest. “Don’t. It’s over.”
She trembled in my arms. My hands locked around her waist, holding her close as her forehead rested against my collarbone. I could feel her pulse racing against my skin.
The moment was fragile.
Heavy.
And I knew we couldn’t stay here much longer.
Not with the lava rumbling louder behind us, the ground vibrating like it was getting ready to throw a full-blown tantrum any second now.
I pushed what was left of my magic—still shaky, still running on fumes—and summoned a teleportation spell. Not a random portal this time. A direct one. Calculated. Focused.
We vanished— And reappeared on barren ground, a few miles away.
The sudden shift made her grip me tighter for a moment, but then we both settled.
The ground beneath us was rough, rocky, covered with ash and scattered blackened stones. The air was clearer here, but the volcano loomed in the distance, smoke billowing into the night sky like an ominous tower watching us from afar.
I was still holding her.
And she wasn’t pulling away.
Not yet.
Puriel stared toward the volcano, silent, her expression unreadable now.
Her breathing slowed.
Her skin cooled under my touch.
The storm inside both of us was finally… calming.
But what I’d done still sat between us like a ghost.
I felt it.
She felt it.
The necklace.
Gone.
I swallowed hard, my voice finally breaking the silence. “I had to.”
She didn’t respond.
I held her a little tighter, trying to ground myself, trying to ground her.
Her head still rested against my shoulder, but her fingers slowly unclenched from my skin.
“I know you loved that necklace…” I continued softly. “But if I didn’t—”
“I know.”
Her voice was so small. Almost a whisper.
But steady.
Finally, she pulled back just slightly to look up at me. Her eyes shimmered under the moonlight—not with divine glow this time, but raw, human emotion.
“It wasn’t just the magic…” she whispered. “It was… everything you gave me. You made it for me. You poured your essence into it. Even before the Goddess of love touched it.”
I exhaled, my jaw tightening. “And someone used that bond to try and control us.”
Her lips trembled. “I know. And I hate them for it. But that necklace...”
Her words stabbed deeper than I expected.
I didn’t know what to say.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
And yet…
I would’ve done it again.
Because if I hadn’t—
We wouldn’t be standing here right now.
I lifted a hand and gently cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing away a small tear that threatened to fall.
“I’ll make another one,” I whispered.
Her breath hitched.
“One that’s ours again,” I continued, “without anyone else’s hand in it. No manipulation. No influence. Just you and me.”
Her lips parted, shaky. “You promise?”
I smiled softly. “I swear.”
Finally—finally—her shoulders relaxed. The tension bleeding out of her muscles as she melted back into my arms, her head resting under my chin like she belonged there.
We stood like that for a while.
Just breathing.
Letting the wind cool our bodies.
Letting the volcano rage behind us.
Both of us exhausted.
Both of us still recovering from how close we came to destroying everything.
But we were safe.
For now.
Though deep down—I knew this wasn’t over.
I took a long, steady breath, still holding Puriel in my arms while the volcano in the distance kept hissing like some pissed-off dragon left out of the fun. My mind spun through possibilities, trying to make sense of everything—her, the necklace, the Goddess of Love, that scent infecting every breath we took.