Seven Sins System Chapter 748. Traditional?

Seven Sins System Chapter 748. Traditional?

Both of them collapsed almost at the same time.

Not dramatically. Not elegantly. Just… gave up. Bodies loose. Limbs heavy. Breathing ragged like they had just run themselves straight into the ground and decided lying there was the only sane option left.

I stood there for a moment, chest still rising and falling, the room thick with heat and scent and magic that hadn’t fully dissipated yet. That familiar metallic sweetness of demonic energy lingered in the air, mixed with sweat and something softer underneath it. Satisfaction, maybe. Or the lie of it.

A translucent system window hovered in front of my face, pulsing faintly, the last notifications still scrolling.

I reached up and closed it with a flick of my fingers.

Silence followed. Real silence. No pings. No alerts. Just the sound of breathing. Three different rhythms slowly syncing down.

Their bodies still trembled from residual sensation. I didn’t need to look to know it. I could feel it through the air. Through the magic still tied between us. Their sweet, sensitive places still dripping with what I’d left behind, proof of excess, of going too far, of not stopping when stopping would have been the mature choice.

Ivy let out a lazy sound, half sigh, half laugh.

“Ah~” she murmured, voice hoarse but pleased. “This is the best.”

She rolled onto her side, cheek pressed against the bed, hair sticking to her face. She didn’t bother to move it away.

“You really did it,” she added, eyes half-lidded. “You just… f*cked me everywhere.”

I snorted despite myself.

Lily pushed herself up onto her elbows, muscles in her back shifting as she did. She looked wrecked. Satisfied. Proud of it. Her eyes flicked to Ivy, then back to me.

“And that,” she said casually, “is exactly why I threw all those incubi away.”

I raised a brow.

She smirked, slow and sharp. “None of them could do it like that. No restraint. No pretending it’s about finesse.” Her gaze dragged over me. “You f*ck like Wrath.”

I smiled. Couldn’t help it.

“I am Wrath,” I said.

That earned me matching looks. One impressed. One amused.

The moment stretched, comfortable in its own messy way. No rush. No immediate need to move. That was always the dangerous part. When things felt too easy. Too warm.

I exhaled and reached for my clothes.

“I need to go,” I said. “Both of you. Behave, okay?”

Lily’s smirk deepened. “Behave, okay?” she echoed mockingly, then tilted her head. “Running away, huh?”

I paused mid-motion.

“From what?”

She tapped her lip with one finger, eyes bright. “From my teasing. From what I said.”

I already knew where this was going. I sighed.

“Cut it out,” I muttered. “You know me and Puriel are complicated.”

Ivy perked up instantly, interest igniting like a spark finding oil.

“But you have f*cked her, right?” she asked, far too cheerfully.

I froze.

“…Yeah.”

Lily’s brows rose. Slowly. Delighted.

“Oh?” she said. “Traditional?”

I glanced at her.

She leaned back, utterly shameless. “You know. Human style. Maybe with a prayer first. I mean, she’s the Goddess of Chastity.” Her lips curled. “And she really didn’t look like the type who’d enjoy tentacles.”

Silence hit hard.

Annoying thing was… they weren’t wrong to be curious.

I didn’t answer immediately. My mind betrayed me instead, dragging up memories I didn’t ask for.

Puriel’s expression when she’d first realized she’d lost control. The way defiance and desire had collided so violently it scared both of us. The tension that came from centuries of opposition snapping under pressure. The way my tentacles had wrapped around her despite everything she stood for. And how she hadn’t pushed them away.

She had trembled.

She had held on.

She had whispered my name like it was a sin she was finally tired of denying.

I clenched my jaw.

“It wasn’t really… conventional,” I said finally. “And I didn’t hold back.”

Both of them gasped.

Lily stared. Ivy’s mouth fell open.

“…You went all out?” Ivy asked.

I looked away. “We both did.”

The room erupted in scandalized delight.

“Oh, for Dad’s sake,” Lily breathed. “I knew it.”

I held up a hand. “Enough. No more teasing interrogation. I’m done.”

I pulled my clothes on quickly, movements practiced, automatic. Walls rebuilding themselves piece by piece.

“Behave,” I repeated flatly.

They laughed as I teleported. I stepped into the dimensional gate.

The transition snapped around me, the warm weight of demonic presence replaced by cold spatial pressure. The familiar twisting sensation wrapped around my gut as I stepped through.

One moment I was leaving heat and sin behind.

The next, I was back.

Dorm room.

Mortal realm.

Dr. Allen.

The air was cooler here. Stale. Smelled faintly of detergent and old paper. The dim lighting flickered once as I materialized, the sun long gone outside the small window. Evening. Past dusk.

I stared at the clock.

07.21 PM

“…Shit.”

I had completely missed the entire workday.

No notice. No warning. No excuse filed.

I rubbed my face.

Yeah. This was bad.

But then I exhaled slowly and let my shoulders drop.

Red. Penelope. Katrina.

They were competent. Terrifyingly so. If anyone could cover for me vanishing without warning, it was them. I could already imagine the explanations they’d cooked up. Medical emergency. Field incident. Restricted clearance bullshit. Something official-sounding enough no one would push too hard.

I hoped.

I kicked my shoes off and headed straight for the shower.

“I deserve this,” I muttered.

The bathroom was cramped. Barely enough room to turn around without bumping into something. But hot water was hot water.

I twisted the knob and steam filled the space almost instantly.

As the water hit my skin, I closed my eyes.

Cave dust. Blood. Sweat. Residual magic. And yeah. The memory of two very different caves I had definitely explored today. Lily’s and Ivy’s.

And a dungeon. A real one. Where I found Algan. And those hybrid cult lunatics.

I leaned my forehead against the tile and let the water run.

My reflection in the fogged mirror barely looked human for a second. Just long enough to remind me that no matter how well I played Dr. Allen, Wrath was still there. Still hungry. Still tangled in things he had no right wanting.

Puriel’s face flashed again.