Seven Sins System Chapter 749. Mine Meant Mine

Seven Sins System Chapter 749. Mine Meant Mine

I cursed quietly.

“Complicated,” I repeated to myself.

Yeah.

That was putting it lightly.

Except… it really wasn’t. Not for me.

If I stripped everything down to instinct, to truth without layers of law and balance and celestial paperwork, this was simple. Painfully simple. I could take her. Pull her into my realm. Wrap the gate shut behind us and dare anyone to object. Goddess of Chastity or not, law or not, history or not. Mine meant mine. Wrath didn’t hesitate. Wrath didn’t negotiate. Wrath arrived, assessed, conquered, and moved on.

That was the instinct.

And the problem wasn’t desire. It wasn’t love either. Love was optional. Attachment was optional. Ownership was not.

The problem was responsibility.

Balance.

The annoying little fact that if I acted like an uncivilized calamity instead of a civilized royal demon, several realms would light up like dry tinder. Treaties would crack. Virtues would mobilize. Sins would posture. Mortals would suffer. And suddenly Wrath wouldn’t be a personal force anymore, but a catastrophe.

So here I was.

Civilized.

Measured.

Restrained.

I deserved a medal. Or a drink. Or both.

I shut off the shower and stepped out into cooler air, steam rolling off my skin in lazy waves. The bathroom smelled faintly of cheap soap and disinfectant, nothing like the layered scents of my realm. I reached for a towel and wrapped it around my hips, water dripping down my spine as I ran both hands through my hair to squeeze the excess out.

No tentacles.

I had scrubbed them thoroughly anyway out of habit. Old instincts died hard. Clean tools mattered.

I stepped out into my dorm room, still damp, still half lost in thought, already rehearsing the explanation I would give tomorrow for missing an entire workday without notice. Something calm. Something boring. Something that didn’t involve cult dungeons or demon realms or goddesses with complicated histories.

That was when the knocking started.

Not polite. Not hesitant.

Urgent. Loud. Fast.

-          Bang! Bang! Bang!

I froze.

Then the knocking escalated into pounding.

“Dr. Allen!” Ion’s voice cut through the door. Sharp. Fox sharp. “Dr. Allen, open up!”

“It’s us!” Darren added, louder than necessary. “Doctor Allen! We need your help!”

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“What now,” I muttered.

The pounding didn’t stop.

I marched to the door, and yanked it open.

Both of them were there. Ion with his ears flat and tail flicking in agitation. Darren with his hair half tied back, eyes wide, breathing a little too fast. Both looked panicked. Genuinely panicked.

I gave them my best glare. The one that usually shut down even senior staff.

“What—” I said flatly.

They didn’t answer.

They grabbed me.

Both of them.

Ion took one arm. Darren took the other.

And before I could react, they were dragging me into the hallway.

“Hey!” I barked. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Doc you need to help Barry!” Darren said, already hauling me toward the elevator.

I stumbled. The towel shifted dangerously.

“If he wants to die, let him die,” I snapped. “I don’t care anymore. Bet he watched p*rn again and forgot to breathe.”

Ion shook his head hard. “No, this one is different. Just come with us!”

“This is not different,” I argued, half dragged, half marched down the corridor. “I warned him.”

The elevator doors slid open with a cheerful ding that did not match the chaos.

They shoved me inside.

I glanced down.

Still wearing a towel.

Still dripping water.

“Do you have any idea how this looks,” I demanded.

Darren avoided eye contact. “We didn’t think you’d answer in a towel.”

“That is not a defense. And this has happened before!”

The elevator descended. Slowly. Agonizingly slowly.

The air smelled like metal and cleaning solution and mild panic. Ion’s tail flicked against my thigh once. I shot him a look. He froze.

The doors opened again and suddenly we were outside.

Night air hit my skin, cool and sharp. The campus lights glowed warm against the dark, paths illuminated, trees casting long shadows. And there I was. Dr. Allen. Academy infirmary doctor. Mentor. Professional.

Crossing the park.

In a towel.

I could feel eyes on me. Somewhere. I refused to look.

“If Barry is doing this for something stupid,” I growled as they dragged me across the grass, “I will personally drag him to hell before he dies.”

Ion swallowed. “Doc, he was screaming.”

“Students scream all the time.”

“He was screaming no no no,” Darren added. “And begging.”

I stopped short.

They almost pulled me off balance.

I turned slowly.

“…Begging how,” I asked.

They exchanged a glance.

“We thought p*rn at first,” Ion admitted. “But it didn’t sound like porn.”

I stared at them.

“…What does that even mean.”

“It sounded more like fear,” Darren said quietly.

“Pfft! Guess better.”

We reached Barry’s dorm building in record time. Darren slammed the button for his floor repeatedly even though the elevator had already been called. The doors opened. We piled in. The ride up was tense and silent. Well, both of them were tense. Me? I just wanted to get dressed.

When the doors opened again, we ran.

Barry’s room was at the end of the hall. The lights flickered faintly overhead. The air felt off. Still. Heavy.

The door was locked.

I stepped forward and knocked. Once. Firm.

“Barry,” I called. “This is Dr. Allen. Open the door.”

Nothing.

I knocked harder.

“Barry.”

Still nothing.

I felt irritation surge. Not wrath. Not yet. Just professional annoyance teetering toward something sharper.

“What now,” I muttered.

Darren shifted. “We heard him screaming earlier.”

Ion nodded. “And then nothing.”

I sighed and planted my hands on my hips, immediately regretting it as the towel loosened another inch.

“Barry,” I said louder. “If this is a prank, I swear to whatever god you believe in, I will make your academic life miserable.”

Silence.

I leaned closer to the door. Pressed my ear against it.

Nothing.

No breathing. No movement. No sound.

My jaw tightened.

“Barry,” I said again, slower now. “Open the door.”

Still no answer.

Behind me, Ion whispered, “Doc?”

“I will get the spare key,” Darren said.

While somewhere deep inside me, Wrath stretched.

“No need.”