Seven Sins System Chapter 745. I’m Still Me

Seven Sins System Chapter 745. I’m Still Me

Lily smiled. “But they are shinier now.”

“I’m still me,” I growled. “Still Wrath. Still Sin. Still the bastard who’d burn the heavens if they hurt my people.”

Ivy leaned forward and kissed my sternum, my core. “But you’re softer now. Not weak. Not tame. Just… human. Mortal realm’s rubbing off on you.”

I looked away. “Yeah. Maybe.”

I didn’t like saying it. But it was true. Staying in the mortal realm did change something. I didn’t know when.

Maybe when Puriel looked at me like I wasn’t just Wrath. But someone she wanted to believe in.

I didn’t say that. No way in hell.

But they saw it. Of course they did.

Ivy sighed dramatically and flopped onto my bed, her dress parting just enough to flash her long legs. “Well, if the mortal realm’s gonna soften you, we’ll just have to harden you again.”

“Oh Holy Hell,” I muttered.

“Exactly,” Lily said, already crawling into the bed from the other side. “Let’s make you remember you’re ours too.”

“You say that like I forgot.”

Ivy reached out and grabbed my wrist, dragging me forward. Lily grabbed the other.

Their touches weren’t desperate. They were confident. Familiar. Like they’d done this a hundred times, but this time it mattered more. Maybe because they saw something I hadn’t wanted to admit.

I sat down between them, the bed dipping under our weight. Hellfire runes glowed faintly in the bedposts, reacting to my aura. My tendrils unfurled lazily from my back, brushing across silk sheets and warm thighs.

Lily cupped my face. Her thumb brushed along my jaw. “You still belong here.”

I met her gaze. “I know.”

“No,” Ivy whispered, crawling into my lap, straddling me easily. “You feel like you’re slipping. Like you’re already halfway gone to her.”

I closed my eyes. “It’s not like that.”

“Then remind us,” Ivy breathed, pressing her forehead to mine. “Show us you’re still ours.”

“You two are insufferable.”

Lily slid in from behind, wrapping her arms around my torso, resting her cheek between my shoulder blades. “And you love us for it.”

“Unfortunately.”

Ivy kissed my lips.

Not hard. Not slow.

Just deep. Soft. Lingering. Like she was sipping from a cup she didn’t want to spill.

And yeah, I kissed her back.

My arms wrapped around her waist. My tendrils coiled around her thighs, lifting her slightly off me before dropping her back down with a soft bounce. She gasped into my mouth, and I smirked.

“You always get grabby when you’re emotionally confused?” Lily whispered against my neck, kissing a line down to my collarbone.

I exhaled, hot and low. “I’m not confused. I know you like it.”

“You’re so confused,” Ivy murmured, grinding her hips against mine now. “But that’s okay. Let us help.”

They pressed against me from both sides. Warm. Soft. Familiar. Ivy’s lips returned to mine while Lily’s hands trailed lower, down my stomach, tracing every hard-earned line.

My breath hitched when she reached my belt.

“Told you,” Lily whispered into my ear, breath warm and wicked. “Still hard where it matters.”

Their hands didn’t stop. Their mouths didn’t stop. And for the next long hour, neither did I.

Wrath wasn’t gone.

Just resting.

And yeah, maybe I had changed.

But not enough to forget who I belonged to.

Who belonged to me.

Lily and Ivy included.

I exhaled slow. The shift in the room was instant.

Lily tilted her head, strands falling over one shoulder as she stepped closer. Her eyes flickered, not just with lust, but with that familiar challenge, the fire in her that always liked testing me.

“I knew it,” she murmured, voice like heat under silk. “You’re still the same. That same demon who once tore through heaven’s gates screaming for blood. Still the Sin. Just a little softer in the middle, yeah?”

I smirked, stepping forward. “You want to test that theory?”

Before she could answer, Ivy was already behind me. Her arms slid around my torso, palms flattening over my chest like she owned me. “Mmm,” she purred. “I do. He’s softer. Here. And here.” Her fingers teased over my ribs, her nails dancing deliberately too light. “But still so… hard... when it matters.”

I arched a brow. “That’s dangerously close to a pun.”

“Oh, I don’t do puns,” she whispered, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I do you.”

Lily laughed, low and amused. “You’ve been waiting to say that.”

“Obviously.”

They were both too close now. Ivy’s presence behind me, warm and curving along my spine. Lily in front, arms crossed under her breasts, but not hiding the way she leaned forward just enough to tempt. My tentacles, still loosely trailing from my back, twitched on instinct. They could feel it. So could I.

I let one tentacle glide forward, smooth, inky, warm. It brushed against Ivy’s thigh and made her shiver. She didn’t move away. She leaned into it. Another slid to Lily, curling up her bare leg under her robe, wrapping just beneath her waist.

Lily exhaled like a hiss. “Ohh... there he is,” she whispered. “Our Lord of Wrath.”

I stepped toward her, voice low. “Mine.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Obviously.”

“I meant you.”

Her breath caught. Just for a second. Just enough.

Ivy chuckled behind me, then walked forward to stand at my side, deliberately letting her robe fall off one shoulder. “Possessive,” she said. “But fair. We do belong to you. But don’t act like you don’t enjoy when we remind you what that means.”

One tentacle wrapped around Ivy’s waist, another teased her lower back. I heard her breath hitch, felt her body lean into the pull. My instincts were surfacing again, slow but deep. This wasn't rage. Wasn't even lust, not exactly.

It was hunger.

Claiming.

Need.

I caught Lily’s chin between my fingers and tilted her face up.

Her eyes blazed. “This... doesn’t change what I said. About Puriel.”

“I know.”

I stared at her. My thumb brushed her lower lip. "She stirred something I thought I buried. Something close enough that it scares me."