August 23, 2025

Seven Sins System Chapter 675. Underpaid Academy Doctor

The morning came.

No glowing system alert. Just the soft buzz of the city leaking in through the curtains and the gentle hum of high-thread-count silence. I was already awake. Not because of any alarm—just that cursed internal clock that refused to shut up even after burning through twenty-something rounds of pure, infernal madness.

The girls stirred gradually. No cuddling this time. No slow kisses or teasing fingers. We were all too fogged up, too aware of the clock ticking down on our borrowed time.

Claire was the first to move. She slid out of the sheets and headed to the bathroom without a word, her bare back elegant in the soft light.

Rachel followed, grumbling something about hating the sun.

Evie groaned and buried her face in the pillow like she wanted to bite the day in half.

I didn’t follow.

I just sat up slowly and reached for my clothes. No shower for me. No pampered steam session. I pulled my trousers back on like a half-broken gladiator and wandered to the little corner bar setup.

Made myself coffee. Because apparently, that’s what mortals do in the morning.

Holy Hell, it was bitter.

I stared at the black surface like it had personally insulted me.

Why do they drink this? It tasted like punishment. Burnt charcoal and regret. But I sipped it anyway. Because if you’re gonna play the part of exhausted faculty member, you need to lean into it.

The girls came out one by one—fresh-faced, towel-dried, already slipping back into their clothes and mission-mode. Their eyes still carried that glow though. Not just afterglow. The kind of confidence that came from knowing someone had worshipped every inch of them like they were divine offerings.

Evie winked at me as she pulled on her boots. Rachel yawned but kissed my cheek on her way to pack up. Claire tightened her tie in the mirror and didn’t say anything, but her hand brushed mine briefly when she passed. A silent thank you that didn’t need words.

I paid for the room.

Yes, me.

Full rate. Front desk. In cash!

And I left a tip.

Which was… new.

I’d never done that before in my mortal disguise. I’d always played it frugal—underpaid academy doctor, probably sleeping in the infirmary between paperwork and potion orders. The kind of man who pinched every coin and skipped lunch to save a gold piece. The kind of man who didn’t have time for luxury suites and wild nights that ended with three gorgeous women passed out across a wrecked bed.

But that wasn’t me anymore.

Not fully.

I opened a portal once we hit the alley behind the hotel—discreet, small, just enough to pull us back to the academy’s outer ring. The dorm district.

The girls stepped through with the weary reluctance of people walking into work after a wild vacation.

I lingered for a second before stepping in behind them. Just watching the ripple of the portal’s edge shimmer in the cold morning air.

They had classes. Missions. Training logs to fill and reports to write. First-years didn’t get real rest. And I wasn’t about to let them skip—not just because it’d raise eyebrows, but because, well…

I’m a good devil.

And a decent partner.

They needed that energy for today. Whatever was coming. Probably something boring, like sweeping out overgrown parts of the training forest or wrangling low-level monsters. If I had to guess, they were in for a mission between levels 20 and 25. Nothing fancy. Nothing brutal. Maybe a bear with too much mana in its fur. Or some idiot noble’s pet slime that ran away.

They were strong for first-years. But class is class.

No skipping just because they’d spent the night howling under me.

I watched them scatter once we returned to campus, each heading toward their shared dorms with messy hair and still-sparkling eyes. Claire didn’t look back, but she never needed to. Rachel waved once. Evie blew a kiss that nearly got her caught by a patrolling staff member.

I stayed still for a moment.

Just… still.

Then I sighed, ran a hand through my hair, and teleported straight back to my room.

The morning after wasn’t painful. Not anymore. It was actually… acceptable. Like I’d broken through something and could finally breathe again without waiting for guilt to gnaw on the edge of it.

I could still feel Puriel though.

That holy presence. That weight. Like a quiet pressure against the side of my neck. She hadn’t left. I could tell. She was still in the academy.

But she didn’t follow me anymore. Didn’t stare from rooftops. Didn’t appear at the edge of my shadow like some righteous ghost ready to pull me back into her version of truth.

She wasn’t stalking me.

Which was… weird.

Sad, maybe.

But also… kind of relaxing?

I didn’t know anymore.

She used to be a headache I couldn’t treat. Now she was more like a scar I wasn’t sure I wanted to heal.

Either way, it was quiet.

And in that quiet, I did what every mortal seems to do when the world is still.

I made breakfast.

Not just toast.

Fancy toast.

Yeah, laugh at me for it.

I’m a literal devil who’s broken kingdoms, burned armies to ash, carved my name into the stone of Infernal history—and I still stood there at my little kitchenette trying to butter bread without tearing it. Focused. Grim. Like this was some final boss battle.

I sliced cheese. Layered it. Added ham. Two kinds. Because apparently, I had taste now. The idiot trio said this was nice. A fancy breakfast.

I stood over the plate with pride.

The smell of slightly burnt crust, warm melted cheese, that subtle black-pepper kick from the ham… it didn’t smell like chaos. It smelled like accomplishment. I didn’t burn them. So good enough.

I wrapped the sandwiches—wax paper—and slipped one into my satchel. I always ate in the infirmary. Quiet place. Close to the apothecary storage and just far enough from the training arena that no one bothered me unless they were bleeding.

Then I looked at the second one.

Huh.

I didn’t even think about it.

I just… made two.

Yeah. Habits.