Seven Sins System Chapter 663. You’re Hesitating

Seven Sins System Chapter 663. You’re Hesitating

She wasn’t jealous. Not exactly. But she had seen—seen me bare, seen me unleashed, seen the devil in full tilt. And maybe she didn’t expect to feel anything about it. Maybe she thought she wouldn’t react.

But her eyes said otherwise.

Still, I didn’t press the bruise. Not yet.

Instead, I stepped a little closer, just enough for the space between us to tighten.

“So?” I asked. My voice was lower now, less teasing. More curious. “Why did you come? Any news from your mom? Or the Love Goddess?”

She didn’t answer.

Not right away.

Her eyes flicked to mine and then down to the edge of my shirt—still untucked, still half open. She wasn’t looking out of lust. No. She was avoiding.

The silence lingered too long.

“You’re hesitating,” I said.

Not accusing.

Just… knowing.

I raised my hand. Slow. Gentle. Brushed a strand of her hair back behind her ear like I was reaching out in comfort.

But I wasn’t.

A flicker. A shift.

The last tentacle—small, flea-shaped, embedded beneath her collarbone—jumped to my palm like a loyal pet and slid back into me before she even noticed.

Finally, she said it.

“I… I haven’t met them yet.” Her voice cracked slightly. “They weren’t in their place.”

I raised both brows now. “Oh,” I murmured, eyes sharp. “What a pity.”

The disappointment was real. It wasn’t loud, but it was there. Like a drop of ink in a cup of water, spreading slow and inevitable.

She didn’t lie well.

And that alone told me more than her silence.

But hell help me… I understood.

If I were her, standing on the line between everything holy and everything me…

I’d hesitate too.

So I didn’t accuse her. I didn’t even sigh.

I just watched as her shoulders dropped. As her wings lowered slightly—not from comfort, but from something else.

Defeat.

Yeah.

She’d lost some of that fire today. She didn’t yell at me or make a complain.

Her voice dipped, quieter now. “You activated your Barrier. I thought—” she paused, eyes narrowing at the memory, “—I thought you were under attack.”

I blinked. Just once.

Then I laughed.

Low. Dry.

“Barrier,” I echoed. “Is that what they’re calling it?”

She flinched slightly. “The signal was—loud.”

I stepped closer, finally letting my grin show.

“You thought I was dying?” I said, half-mocking, half-dark. “Or maybe tearing something apart?”

“I didn’t know what to think,” she admitted. Her fingers clenched at her sides, like she hated even saying it. “You don’t use your magic like that. Not for anything outside of combat.”

I tilted my head. “Yeah,” I said. “It was the first time.”

Another pause.

And her voice… cracked. Just a little.

“Why?” she asked.

The wind carried the silence after her question like it wanted to press it into me.

Why?

Why did I open my Shadow Space for something like that?

Why did I use a combat technique, a realm-forging spell, just to keep the world out while Julia kissed the demon back into my chest?

I didn’t answer right away.

Because how could I explain it?

How could I say—

Because I needed to feel like myself.

Because I was drowning in the mortal skin I kept wearing for this cursed mission.

Because I wanted to remember what it felt like to be wanted by someone who didn’t need to calculate the risk of loving me.

Instead, I looked at her.

Really looked.

Puriel—beautiful, golden, composed even when she was unraveling on the inside. Her eyes flickered as she searched mine for something I wouldn’t give.

Not yet.

So I softened my voice.

Just slightly.

“You don’t have to worry.” I said it like a lie and a truth all at once. “No attack. No emergency. Just…” I paused, “...maintenance. I f*cked her just like I did to you.” No, I didn’t say it with smug smile or in teasing tone. It was sound… flat. Bitter even.

That made her huff. “You’re impossible.”

“No,” I said. “I’m tired.”

She looked at me again—harder this time. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something sharp. To throw my words back at me.

But she didn’t.

She just stared.

And for once, I didn’t know what she saw.

The monster?

The devil?

The man who just let her crawl to his core and kiss the part of him that still feared silence?

I didn’t know.

But I knew she had questions she wouldn’t ask.

And I didn’t feel like answering.

Not now.

Instead, I stepped past her, just a little, leaned close to her ear. My breath ghosted against her skin—warm and unapologetic.

“Next time,” I murmured, “knock.”

She didn’t flinch.

But her wings did.

I stepped back. Our eyes met again.

And I wondered…

What did she want to say?

What would she have said if I hadn’t looked like I just walked out of someone else’s ecstasy?

Because yeah.

There was something else in her silence.

Something soft. Frustrated. Lost.

But this wasn’t the place for that.

I gave her a tired smile—quiet, thin, not cruel. Just… real. The kind of smile that came after too many battles and not enough sleep.

And then—

My last tentacle popped up behind me. Slow. Lazy. Like a cat stretching after a feast.

She didn’t react at first.

But after a heartbeat… her eyes widened.

Yeah.

There it was.

Recognition.

Realization.

Maybe not the what, but definitely the how. That flicker of suspicion sinking into certainty. I didn’t say a word. Didn’t need to.

I already knew what she’d seen.

And I knew she wouldn’t say it—not yet.

So I gave her a mock-salute, snapped my fingers—

And vanished.

The moment I teleported back to the infirmary, my Shadow Space shattered behind me like glass exploding in reverse. The pressure lifted. The dark warped and curled, then blinked out.

I stood in the center of the room—my body cooling, breath steadying. My wings, tail, horns—gone. My skin settled back into its mortal illusion.

I fixed my shirt with one smooth motion. Straightened my coat. Ran a hand through my hair.

By the time Julia looked up again from the bed, I looked like nothing had happened.