Seven Sins System Chapter 753. I See Them as Themselves
Seven Sins System Chapter 753. I See Them as Themselves
Her lips parted, just slightly. Then tightened into a bitter line. “Puriel…” she whispered. “She’s taking your side now, huh?”
I smirked. “Funny, right? We used to kill each other.”
Morgana laughed. But there was no humor in it. It sounded hollow. Almost tired. “Yeah… funny.”
It wasn’t.
This wasn’t her usual dramatic pout. Not a fake sulk or a seduction game. This was different.
Her smile cracked at the edges.
“Morgana,” I said quietly, but she didn’t look at me.
She stared at the floor instead. At Barry still kneeling, too stunned to move.
Then she said it.
Soft. Raw. Like peeling skin.
“You… have f*cked her?”
The words trembled just slightly at the edges.
I didn’t answer.
She looked up slowly. Her eyes glistened, but she blinked it away. Fast. Controlled.
“My brother said you did,” she continued. “But I want to hear it. From your mouth. Not his.”
There was a pause.
A long one.
Then I said it.
“I did.”
She flinched.
Just a little.
But I saw it.
Now she looked more hurt than I’d ever seen her. Not angry. Not vengeful.
Just… hurt.
It made something cold crawl under my skin.
She stepped back slowly, like the floor might give out beneath her. Like part of her had been holding on to something that just slipped through her fingers for good.
Not retreating.
Just burning.
“I’m the Princess of Lust,” she hissed, voice rough and cracking under the weight of too many years. “You should f*ck me.”
I blinked.
She wasn’t joking.
Her eyes were wide. Real. Almost trembling with rage.
“I begged you,” she said. “I offered you everything. For years. I let you use me. I let you deny me. But from the others? From everyone else? I didn’t care.”
She pointed at me.
“But you— you f*cked her! First! The Goddess of Chastity!”
She looked like she wanted to throw something. Or maybe kiss me. Or both.
“That’s not fair,” she said. “I’m better than her! I can roleplay! I can endure! I can take a gngbang for twenty-four hours without flinching! I can be your sx toy!”
I leaned back again and shrugged.
“Blame my possessive instinct,” I said. “I don’t see my girls as toys. That’s the problem.”
And that was the worst part for her.
The truth. Absolute. Untouchable.
She couldn’t have me.
Because I never wanted her.
Because I never would.
She stood there. Breathing hard. Arms clenched. Jaw tight.
And in the quiet between us, Barry whimpered again.
“…Can I go now?”
Morgana didn’t even glance at him.
She just… deflated.
Her shoulders dropped first. Then her gaze. And then the tension in her jaw melted into something much worse than rage.
Disinterest.
She looked at Barry like she had lost her appetite. Not out of disgust. But something deeper. Like the moment had snapped. The hunger, the powerplay, the seduction, it all fizzled like steam cooling on marble.
The glowing chain around Barry’s body flickered once, then shattered like glass.
Silent. Clean. Gone.
I saw it.
And I knew what it meant.
She didn’t care anymore.
The deal was off.
She wasn’t bound to him. Didn’t want him. The prize wasn’t worth the game anymore.
Morgana turned her eyes to me instead.
I expected another comeback. A jab. A bite. One of her usual verbal daggers.
But instead, she just asked quietly, “I don’t get it.”
I didn’t answer.
She took a slow step closer, arms still hanging at her sides, her heels soft against the floor.
“I thought all men liked it,” she said. “Seeing their women as toys.”
Her voice wasn’t seductive now.
It was… confused. Real. Soft like she was saying it out loud for the first time. Trying to make sense of her own thoughts.
“You’re a devil,” she added. “You should feel the same too. Shouldn’t you?”
I exhaled slowly. My fingers flexed once.
Then I said, “Then I guess we have the different principles.”
She blinked.
I kept going. “I don’t see them as toys. I see them as themselves. Whole. Free. Capable of choosing me back.”
She flinched at that last word.
“You,” I said, stepping forward, my tone sharper now, “like to see yourself as the toy. As the tool. The pleasure instrument. That’s your thing. I get it. It’s Lust’s instinct. But it’s not mine.”
Silence.
The kind of silence that wraps around your throat and squeezes.
Her mouth opened. Then closed. She didn’t argue. Didn’t flirt. Didn’t offer her body again.
She just stood there.
Morgana. The Princess of Lust.
Heartbroken.
I opened a portal with one flick of my hand. Dimensional shadows curled outward, creating a wide black gate.
She didn’t move to stop me.
Didn’t try to hold me back this time.
She just looked at me. That same gaze. Quiet. Heavy.
Like someone who finally understood she’d lost something that wasn’t hers to begin with.
I walked toward the gate. Barry limped beside me, still awkward, still silent. Still half naked in that ridiculous harness.
We stepped through.
And came out in front of the mortal gate, just before the veil that separated realms. It was quieter here. Cleaner. Still. Like the space between dreams and waking.
I didn’t look at him when I spoke.
“Come on,” I said. “You’ve caused enough problems already.”
Barry swallowed. “Yes, sir…”
We passed through the gate and stepped into my room.
Instant shift.
Back into the dorm air. Faint scent of soap and cooling tea from the counter. My lights still on. My towel was still on the floor from before this mess started. The window cracked open. The fan turning in lazy circles.
I reverted.
No horns. No wings. No tentacles.
Just skin.
And the problem?
I was very, very naked.
Barry turned to say something and froze mid-breath.
“D-Doc—!”
I sighed and grabbed the towel from earlier, the same one I had dropped before Darren and Ion ruined my night. I wrapped it back around my waist without hurry.
My expression didn’t change.
Still pissed off.
Still tired.