Seven Sins System Chapter 751. I Just Want a Normal Girlfriend

Seven Sins System Chapter 751. I Just Want a Normal Girlfriend

Another portal opened in front of me, this one shimmering with crimson and gold, saturated with Lust’s signature like perfume poured directly into magic.

I stepped through.

The Lust Palace rose before me in all its excessive, infuriating glory. Towers of polished obsidian and glowing crystal, walls pulsing faintly as if breathing, the air thick with warmth and indulgence. Everything here was designed to make you linger. To slow you down. To make you forget why you came.

I didn’t.

My wings flexed once, irritation rolling off me in waves. Tentacles twitched, reacting to the realm’s influence, hungry and alert, but I kept them leashed. Focus.

Guards snapped to attention the second I appeared.

They bowed. Deep. Respectful. Nervous.

“Your Highness,” one of them said carefully. “What brings you—”

“Open the door,” I cut in. “I need Asmo. Now.”

They exchanged glances.

Hesitation flickered across their faces, just for a fraction of a second. Enough to annoy me.

I turned my gaze on them.

Wrath didn’t need to shout.

It radiated.

The temperature dropped. The air vibrated faintly. My aura pressed down on them like gravity remembering how much it weighed. Lust’s guards were elite, trained, powerful in their own right. But they also knew one very important thing.

This realm’s military might answered to me.

The doors opened.

I didn’t walk. I teleported.

One blink and I was in Asmo’s bedroom.

Empty.

Immaculate. Too immaculate. No lingering presence, no messy energy, no afterglow. The bed was untouched, sheets smooth, pillows arranged with irritating perfection.

I vanished again.

This time to his office.

I materialized crouched on top of his desk, claws digging into polished stone as paper scattered everywhere. Asmo was mid-sentence, mouth open, pen still in his hand.

I grabbed his collar and yanked him forward before he could finish breathing.

“Where’s Barry?” I snarled.

He yelped.

“What in the seven hells is a Barry?!” he shouted. “Are you insane, El?!”

I leaned closer, eyes burning. “The male human. You answered his summon.”

Recognition flickered.

“Oh. That human,” Asmo said slowly. “Yes. He made a wish.”

My jaw clenched. “Then?”

Asmo lifted both hands carefully. “He said he wanted a girlfriend.”

Silence.

I stared at him.

“…And?”

Asmo smiled nervously. “So I gave him to my sister.”

Something in my chest cracked.

I hissed, sharp and shocked. “Morgana?!”

He nodded. “She’s been bored.”

I released his collar and straightened slowly, rage coiling tight instead of exploding.

“Where,” I said, each word clipped, “are they now.”

Asmo swallowed. “In her room?”

I turned away mid-sentence.

“Dammit.”

One more teleport.

The corridor outside Morgana’s chambers was darker, quieter. The walls here hummed with a different energy, heavier, more possessive. Morgana didn’t do subtle. She did overwhelming.

I stopped just short of the door.

And then I heard it.

Barry’s voice.

Panicked. High. Cracking.

“No, please miss demoness,” he begged. “I just want a normal girlfriend!”

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Barry,” I hissed under my breath. “You fucking idiot. You wished for a girlfriend from a devil?”

I stepped forward, aura flaring, hand reaching for the door.

Inside, Morgana laughed. Low. Amused.

“Oh, don’t be shy,” she purred. “You asked. I could be your girlfriend.”

The door trembled slightly under my presence.

Wrath rolled his shoulders.

Civilized.

Measured.

Restrained.

I knocked once.

Hard.

“Morgana,” I called calmly. “Open the door. Now.”

For just a moment, everything went very, very quiet.

Then her voice floated back, amused and curious.

“…Oh?”

The door opened a second later.

Fast. Like she’d been waiting on the other side, hand already on the handle.

And there she was.

Morgana.

In lingerie, of course.

Purple lace, black mesh, stockings like spiderwebs clinging to her thighs, and a tail coiling lazily behind her like it already knew it was trouble. Her eyes sparkled. Her lips curled slow and wide, all sin and satisfaction.

“El~” she purred. “You came. You miss me?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. Because my eyes already locked on the very obvious problem behind her.

Barry.

There he was.

Tied up, arms raised over his head, ankles spread and restrained to the foot of the bed. Harness strapped tight around his chest and thighs, barely covering anything. Gagged. But his eyes?

Yeah, those were screaming.

He blinked at me once.

Twice.

And then the third time?

Pure horror.

Because even through the horns and wings and the literal aura of Wrath leaking off my skin like steam from hellfire, he recognized me.

“…D… Doctor…?”

I walked inside. Past Morgana. Ignoring her little gasp and mock pout. Her tail tried to flick against my leg. I moved without looking.

“Don't,” I warned.

“Aww. Still resisting me,” she cooed.

“Not the time.”

I reached Barry.

He looked at me like I’d stepped out of a nightmare. Or a divine judgment. Probably both.

His voice cracked as I pulled the gag down.

“D-Doctor Allen?!”

“Yep,” I said.

“But—” He squinted. “You’re… You’re a devil?!”

“Yep.”

“But you... You’re my mentor?! You gave me lecture notes! You made me do stress relief breathing exercises!”

“And clearly,” I said dryly, “you forgot all of them.”

He looked down at himself. Then back at me. His mouth opened, no sound. Closed again. Then he finally managed:

“...Why do you look like you're about to murder someone?”

“Because I might. Murder you…” I hissed.

Morgana flopped on the bed behind us with a sigh.

“Oh come on,” she said, stretching like a cat. “You’re so dramatic.”

I glared at her. “You shouldn’t kidnap mortals and make them s*x toys, Morgana.”

Her fangs peeked through her smile. “My brother gave him to me.”

“He’s a mortal.”

“He made a wish,” she said sweetly. “That makes it legal.”

Barry whimpered.

I stared her down. “You know Asmo wasn’t supposed to answer him. We had talked about it.”

“Yeah, he forgot about the answering mortal summon thing and just remembered it after.” Morgana raised one delicate shoulder in a shrug. “So… Asmo gave him to me since he said he wanted a girlfriend. I’m giving him a very educational one.”