Seven Sins System Chapter 643. Understatement

Seven Sins System Chapter 643. Understatement

“We need to get back,” I finally said, voice low.

She nodded wordlessly, still pressed against my chest, her warmth grounding me.

I glanced down at my ruined clothes. My pants were barely recognizable—torn, burned, stained. The back of my shirt was pretty much gone, fried clean off when I hit the volcanic rock earlier. I could feel the rough stone marks against my skin, but honestly, that was the least of my concerns.

With a flick of my hand, I summoned a portal. The swirling rift cracked open like torn silk, the glow of its edges flickering more than usual, no doubt reacting to my drained state and our still-tangled auras.

I pulled her with me.

We stepped through.

And landed back in my dorm.

The moment we arrived, it hit me how wrecked we both looked.

Ash smeared across our skin. Bits of soot clung to her once-pristine robes. My hair was a mess—singed at the tips, sticking up in directions I didn’t even know were possible. The whole room smelled like smoke, sweat, and sex all rolled into one chaotic perfume.

I wiped my face with my palm, exhaling heavily. “We’re a mess.”

Puriel looked down at herself, her cheeks flushing as she brushed some of the ash from her arm. “That might be… the understatement of the year.”

I let out a weak chuckle, rubbing my temples. My head was still pounding, but at least my other head had finally calmed down—barely.

I glanced at her again, eyes narrowing slightly. “You need to tell your mom.”

That froze her instantly.

Her whole body tensed. “Tell her?” she echoed, voice almost panicked.

“Yes,” I said, firm but not unkind. “About this. About what’s happening.”

“But how?” she said quickly, waving her hands slightly like she was trying to ward off the thought itself. “I mean—I can’t exactly go up to her and say, ‘Hey, Mom, I accidentally had sex with a devil inside a volcano, oh and by the way, I swallowed his—’”

“Okay—” I cut her off fast, holding up a hand, my ears practically burning. “Let’s not… replay the whole script, please.”

She blushed furiously and bit her lip, lowering her gaze. “Sorry.”

I sighed again, leaning back against my desk, my half-burned shirt sticking slightly to my back. “Look. I know it’s not that simple. But you need to do something.”

Her eyes flicked up to me, cautious. “Like what? If I go to her recklessly, she’ll see everything.”

I narrowed my eyes, locking her gaze. “Exactly. That’s why you need to plan. Or I’ll…” I paused dramatically, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” she cut me off quickly, panic flashing in her tone, “I will! I’ll handle it!”

I folded my arms across my chest. “Okay then… what’s your plan?”

Puriel exhaled sharply, fidgeting with her fingers. “I’ll… go meet her again. At her palace.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Her? Who’s her?”

She swallowed. “The Goddess of Love.”

I stared at her. “That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“And then what? You’re just gonna walk in and hope the Love Goddess suddenly goes, ‘Oh sweetie, I see you almost destroyed reality while having volcanic sex with a devil, don’t worry, I totally support inter-realm affairs now’?”

Puriel winced. “I know it’s stupid…”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaling. “No. Not stupid. Just… dangerous.”

We both fell silent for a beat.

I slumped into my chair, still covered in volcanic ash, my half-burned shirt barely hanging on me. The back of it hissed slightly every time I shifted, but I didn’t care. My brain was spinning like crazy.

Then something clicked.

Hard.

My eyes widened slightly. “Wait a second.”

Puriel tilted her head, sensing the shift. “What?”

I sat forward, narrowing my gaze, my mind piecing the events together like jagged shards finally snapping into place. “The reality… the realms… they didn’t shake.”

She blinked, confused. “What?”

I stared right at her, my voice picking up momentum. “When we did it. Just now. In the volcano. Nothing reacted. No dimensional rupture. No realm destabilization. Not like what happened in the cave.”

Puriel’s lips parted as she processed, her mind catching up fast. “True…”

I leaned forward even more, almost rambling to myself now. “Why? Why didn’t it trigger this time?”

She whispered, “Is it… because we were in reality? In the real world? Not a pocket dimension like the cave?”

I rubbed my chin, my fingers twitching as the realization set in. “Exactly. The cave was like a bubble—a forced collision of divine and demonic space. Fragile. Unnatural. But here…” I gestured at the room around us. “This is real. This plane is stable. Solid. Capable of absorbing us without shattering.”

Puriel nodded slowly, her eyes wide with understanding. “So the problem isn’t us. It’s where we are when we… when we…”

I smirked faintly. “Fuck.”

Her cheeks instantly flushed bright red. “Y-yes.”

I leaned back again, exhaling as my mind raced further. “That’s why the balance held. This reality can withstand the fusion. But that cave? Someone created it. On purpose.”

Her eyes widened. “Which means… someone set us up.”

I snapped my fingers and pointed straight at her. “Exactly.”

Puriel’s face paled as the full weight of it landed. “So the cave… it wasn’t random. It was a trap. They designed it to trigger us. To force our bond to break the natural laws.”

“And we almost played straight into it,” I muttered bitterly, my jaw clenching.

The room fell into heavy silence again.

But the energy shifted completely now.

No longer guilt.

No longer shame.

Not even lust.

Now it was war.

Someone was manipulating us.

Not for curiosity. Not for amusement.

They wanted us to break reality itself.

And they had nearly succeeded.

Puriel stepped closer, her hand resting gently on my shoulder, grounding me. I looked up, locking eyes with her.

“Then we can’t let them try again,” she said softly, but her voice was steady now. Strong. Solid.

I nodded, my expression hardening. “No more mistakes.”