Seven Sins System Chapter 669. Demon Lord Level Money
Seven Sins System Chapter 669. Demon Lord Level Money
Evie crawled into my lap next to Rachel, squeezing between the two of us with practiced ease. Her arms looped around my neck, and she kissed me before I could even finish the breath I’d just taken.
Her kiss was hotter. Needier. All tongue and soft gasps and the unmistakable fox scent of her skin. My body responded before my mind had caught up—heat pooling low, my pulse racing, blood singing with the kind of hunger I tried to ignore too often.
Rachel kissed my throat while Evie kissed my mouth.
Claire’s hand didn’t stop moving. Now it rested just above my belt, her fingers brushing the skin there like she was writing a spell in runes only I could feel.
I grabbed the back of Evie’s head and kissed her harder. She growled—purred, actually—and her tails wrapped tight around my waist.
Rachel laughed softly against my collarbone. “Told you he’d warm up.”
Claire’s voice was quieter. “He’s burning.”
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
I was too busy trying to hold on to three forces of nature disguised as girls in chaos energy.
Rachel’s dress slipped off her shoulder. Claire’s hand moved lower. Evie started unbuttoning my shirt with her teeth, which was both impractical and exactly the kind of thing she’d do for fun.
The couch shifted under us, blankets getting pulled, someone’s thigh brushing mine, someone’s tail flicking. The air smelled like sweat and perfume and heat. Someone’s perfume was floral. Someone else—probably Evie—wore that body oil that always smelled faintly like cinnamon and trouble.
My skin felt electric.
Their fingers were everywhere—light, playful, reverent, possessive. Touches layered over touches until I couldn’t tell whose hand was whose.
Until I stopped caring.
Until the ache in my chest, finally cracked and let something warmer flood through.
“You’re ours,” Rachel whispered, eyes half-lidded, lips brushing mine again. “Right?”
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
Evie grinned against my neck, licking a stripe up my pulse. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I repeated.
Claire finally smiled. Not a smirk. Not a knowing curve. Just a small, real smile.
And then she kissed me too.
Finally.
It was slow. Gentle. But deep. Like she was sealing something between us—something unspoken, something raw. Her lips moved against mine with a kind of unhurried certainty that made my stomach twist.
No teasing. No power play.
Just her.
Kissing me like I wasn’t broken.
Like she chose this version of me, cracked edges and all.
When the kiss broke, her hand rested flat on my chest, right over my heart. “Stay here,” she said. “With us. Just tonight.”
I nodded.
And this time, the warmth didn’t feel borrowed.
Rachel was still half in my lap, Evie tangled around my side like a lazy jungle cat, and Claire was sitting close enough to feel the pressure of her thigh against mine every time either of us breathed. We were sunk into the couch, limbs overlapped, clothes rumpled from heat and touch and emotion.
I looked at them—flushed cheeks, eyes heavy-lidded, lips still red from kissing me. Beautiful. Every damn one of them.
“We need a private place for this,” I murmured, voice low and rough from use.
Evie stretched, tails flicking with anticipation, and slid her fingers under my shirt again. “What about your place?” she purred, clearly liking the idea.
I grimaced. “Nah. Dorm room’s a disaster. Too small. Walls thin. And not enough space to—”
“To what?” Rachel interrupted, leaning in with a wicked grin.
I didn’t answer right away. Just smiled. Reached into my back pocket, pulled out my wallet, and flipped it open.
For the first time in this mortal realm… I had real, ridiculous, demon-lord-level money to burn.
Evie’s eyes widened. “Oh.”
Rachel’s mouth dropped open. “Is that—?”
Claire sipped her wine like she wasn’t surprised at all. “He’s showing off.”
I clicked my tongue. “I’m not showing off. I’m solving a logistical problem.”
And then I stood up, adjusted my shirt, and rolled my neck. “We’re getting the presidential suite. My treat.”
Rachel cheered like I’d just promised her a hundred stuffed animals.
Evie whooped and hugged me from behind, her breasts pressing against my back like a “thank you” with squishy punctuation.
Claire smiled—subtle, but warm—and stood, brushing invisible wrinkles from her blouse.
We paid the restaurant bill first. I slapped down actual cash. Even the waiter, who probably thought he’d seen everything, blinked at the tip like I’d handed him a minor artifact.
“Presidential suite,” I told the front desk girl, who was very clearly trying not to stare at me. Or… my money. Or both.
“Y-yes, sir,” she stammered, tapping fast at the terminal. “Room 888, top floor. The emperor wing.”
Evie leaned in and whispered loudly, “That sounds like sex.”
Claire pinched her side. Rachel giggled.
I signed the paperwork with a flourish, paid in cash and didn’t bother asking for change. The hotel staff practically bowed us into the elevator.
And the second the doors closed behind us—
Rachel pounced.
Not in a metaphorical way.
Like full-on jumped at me, arms around my neck, legs around my waist. “I love rich boys,” she declared.
I grunted, catching her easily and slamming her back against the elevator wall—just hard enough for her to squeak and laugh.
Evie pressed the top floor button and leaned back with her arms behind her head, tails swaying like a smug metronome. “You know,” she said, “I’m just saying. You could have done this days ago. We were one forgotten homework away from pouncing on you anyway.”
“I thought you liked the chase,” I replied.
She gave a slow shrug. “I like the reward more.”
Claire watched us, that quiet, assessing gaze of hers softening as the elevator rose.
Her fingers were laced together in front of her, posture elegant even as her eyes tracked the way Rachel kissed my jaw like she was trying to mark territory.
When we hit the top floor and the doors slid open with a rich ding, I carried Rachel right out like a proper devil groom.
Evie practically skipped ahead, her tail swinging side to side.
Claire followed last, heels clicking on the polished marble.