Seven Sins System Chapter 672. Why Are You So Thick?

Seven Sins System Chapter 672. Why Are You So Thick?

She did. Right there. Shaking in my arms, biting down on my shoulder to muffle the sound. Her whole body trembled as she clung to me like she was drowning and I was the last bit of land.

And then—Evie pushed her gently off me.

“No time to rest,” the fox girl said, already crawling over my lap like she owned it.

Her thighs were soft. Her grin was sharp. She didn’t ease into it like Rachel did—Evie slammed herself down with a gasp that bordered on a growl, eyes flashing gold for a split second.

“Oh,” she breathed, gripping my wrists and pinning them back. “Why are you so thick—”

I bucked up and cut her off with a sharp thrust.

Her head snapped back. Her hair spilled like fire down her back. And then she started to ride.

Not slow. Not gentle.

Evie moved like she was trying to win something. Like she was trying to set the pace for hell itself.

She bounced on my lap, panting, tails thrashing wildly. Her ears flicked every time I hit that spot that made her whimper, her nails dragging down my chest in frantic little scratches.

She bit my neck once—hard enough to make me hiss.

Claire finally moved.

She came behind me, her hands cradling my face, tilting my head toward her. She kissed me—soft and slow and deliberate—while Evie rocked against me like she was trying to break the bed.

The contrast was insane.

One of them moved like a storm.

The other kissed me like a vow.

I was losing my mind.

When Evie came, she screamed. Not words. Not curses. Just raw, sharp pleasure punched into the air like a sonic shockwave. She collapsed against me, panting, grinning, hair sticking to her flushed cheeks.

And Claire?

Claire climbed into my lap with calm precision.

She didn’t rush.

She straddled me and whispered, “Stay still.”

I did.

I obeyed.

Because her voice left no room for resistance.

She sank down in one, slow, perfect motion.

And my whole body arched into hers.

She was… different.

Where Rachel was wild, where Evie was sharp, Claire was all control. Every movement of her hips was measured. Every roll of her body deliberate. She moved like she knew my limits and wanted to push them without ever letting me fall over.

She kissed me again. Softly.

“You’re going to remember this,” she said against my mouth.

I nodded. Couldn’t even speak.

She ground against me, faster now, her nails pressing into my shoulders as her breath began to shudder. Her thighs tightened. Her body trembled against mine.

“I want you to come with me,” she whispered.

And when she said it like that, I couldn’t hold back.

Everything snapped.

I grabbed her hips.

Held her close.

And we crashed.

Her breath caught in her throat. Mine left in a groan—low, raw, straight from the base of my spine. For a second, we just stayed like that—sweaty skin against sweaty skin, tangled up in heat and heartbeat and something that felt just a little like war.

Claire trembled, her legs still wrapped tight around my waist, her mouth slack and dazed. Her nails had left red lines across my back, her teeth marks still fresh on my collarbone. Evie was curled on my side, panting into the sheets, her tails twitching and sticking to her thigh. Rachel… Rachel lay on the bed, also panting.

And what came next?

That spark.

That glint in my eyes.

I didn’t shift into my demonic form. No fangs. No horns. No glowing sigils on my skin.

But my eyes?

Yeah. They gleamed. That molten-red ripple that always showed when something inside me started pulling loose.

The part that wasn’t pretending anymore.

I rolled my shoulders slowly, stretching my arms out over the three of them like a net. And I smiled.

“I’m not finished yet,” I said.

Rachel shivered. Evie groaned. Claire raised one eyebrow—almost in amusement—but I caught the flicker of anticipation in her throat.

I flipped our position in one smooth motion—effortless strength, full-body control. Rachel let out a gasp as I pinned her hands above her head, my body stretched over hers, cock still hard, slick against her thigh.

“Now…” I murmured, voice low and slow. “It’s my turn.”

There wasn’t a single protest.

They didn’t want mercy.

They wanted me.

So I gave it to them.

But not with rush. Not with some reckless pace.

No.

This was mine now. My rhythm. My play.

I leaned down, mouth brushing Rachel’s cheek, then her jaw, then her neck. My lips ghosted over her skin, not kissing—hovering. Letting her feel the heat of it, the tension of waiting. She arched up into me, needy, but I kept her pinned.

“Ahn,” she whispered, breathless.

I dragged my tongue down her throat. Let it linger over her pulse. Her skin tasted like salt, sweat, and sin. I slid lower, kissed the inside of her elbow, the underside of her wrist, nipped her fingertips like I was memorizing every part of her.

Claire slid closer. I didn’t stop her.

She knelt beside me, her fingers brushing my shoulder, then trailing down my back in one slow line that made my spine twitch. “You’re slipping,” she murmured, echoing what she said earlier. “I like this version of you.”

I grinned against Rachel’s hip. “Then watch.”

Evie, still catching her breath, tried to roll over—but I caught her by the ankle. Just a light grip. But it made her freeze.

“You moved,” I said.

“I… I thought—”

I pulled her toward me. Slow. Deliberate. Her body slid across the silky sheets until her legs were tangled with mine. She was already flushed, still glistening, her thighs slick and sensitive, but her eyes? Her eyes were burning now.

I sat back on my heels, spread-kneed, letting them all see the state I was in.

Hard. Heavy. My shaft still flushed and shining from where Evie had wrung me out earlier, but not even close to satisfied. My balls hung tight and full underneath, sensitive from the last round but begging for more.