Seven Sins System Chapter 754. Bad Rumors

Seven Sins System Chapter 754. Bad Rumors

Barry looked like he might have a stroke. He averted his eyes so hard he almost twisted his neck.

“I— I didn’t— I mean, I didn’t see anything—!”

“I don’t care,” I said flatly.

He winced.

I pointed at him with one hand while the other held my towel. “Darren and Ion dragged me from my room. Through the park. To your dorm. While I was still wet from the shower.”

Barry cringed harder. “Oh… I see…”

I gave him a look. Not angry anymore. Just done.

Then, very slowly, I smirked. Wicked. Cold. Amused.

“You should see yourself, by the way.”

He blinked. “What?”

I gestured lazily toward his chest and thighs.

“Your ‘clothing’,” I said. “Is way more shameful than mine.”

He looked down.

Realized the harness was still buckled on his hips, the chest strap snug across his pecs, and the… straps between his legs doing very little to protect his modesty.

He screamed.

“AAAAAAHHHHH—!”

I covered one ear with my hand.

“Seriously?”

Barry scrambled like his life depended on it. “C-C-CLOTHES! Do you have clothes?! Let me borrow something… please, please, please!”

I stretched.

“No.”

“Doc—!”

I looked at him, all teeth.

“You summoned Lust, made a deal, nearly got turned into a succubus's footstool, and dragged me into it,” I said. “You can walk across the park in that thing.”

He was already sobbing inside.

“I’ll die—! I’ll actually die—!”

“You won’t,” I said. “You’ll just suffer. Slightly. Deservedly.”

He covered himself with his hands. “Can I at least wait until the hallway is empty?!”

I glared. Hard.

“No. Get out of my room. Now.”

Barry flinched like I’d just swatted him with a fireball. He shuffled toward the door, bare feet slapping against the floor, still wearing that pathetic excuse for an outfit, straps and buckles and barely enough fabric to count as legal.

He reached for the doorknob.

Paused.

Turned around, eyes wide with fake innocence and way too much nervous energy.

“But… if I come out like this from your room,” he said slowly, “there’s gonna be a rumor.”

“You know,” he said, shrugging like it was no big deal. “That kind. Like, ‘oh my god, Barry spent the night in Dr. Allen’s room and came out in a leather harness while the doctor was in a towel’ kind of rumor.”

He even smiled. Innocent. Grinning.

I deadpanned.

It wasn’t often that I was rendered speechless.

But this?

This was that moment.

Because Hell help me… he was right.

If someone opened their door right now and saw us, it honestly wouldn’t be the worst assumption.

I was standing there barefoot in nothing but a towel, half damp hair, irritated expression, looking like I’d just crawled out of hell and forgot to put my dignity back on.

And Barry? Barry looked like someone’s stolen BDSM test dummy, wrapped in straps and buckles like he’d been smuggled out of a private dungeon as “extra credit.”

And of course, of course, this was the exact moment he decided to smile at me. Like we were buddies. Like this was fine.

I sighed. Loudly.

Then I walked straight up to him. Calm. Slow. Controlled. Every step deliberate. Devil instincts bleeding through even in my human skin.

He backed up a step.

Eyes wide. Torn between fear and this weird, pathetic hope that maybe I’d save him. Or forgive him. Or both.

I leaned in, close enough that he could feel my breath.

My voice dropped. Low. Sharp. Dangerous.

“You better not say anything about what you saw,” I said. “If you breathe a single word about my identity, I will auction off your soul on the infernal stock market and mount your head above my bed. Under glowing runes. As decor.”

Barry squeaked. “Y-Yes sir! Understood!”

“Good.”

I grabbed his shoulder.

“Wait—!”

Too late.

The teleport snapped.

We reappeared inside his dorm room. Dim light. Cheap fan still humming. Same old pile of socks in the corner. And right in front of us…

Darren and Ion.

Still there.

Still mid-conversation.

Still facing away.

We blinked in behind them.

Darren was mid-sentence. “That dumbass better not be dead—”

Ion sighed. “I swear if Dr. Allen’s taking this long it better be because—”

“GUYS!” Barry called out. Loud. Too loud. Full panic and manic joy. “I’M BACK!”

Both of them turned.

I vanished.

Straight back to my own room before I had to witness their expressions.

Because I knew what was coming.

I stood in the center of my space. The silence settled back in like nothing had happened. Just me. My room. My mess.

I pressed my fingers to my temple and sighed.

“Seriously,” I muttered. “He is so dumb.”

The image of Barry, still wearing that harness, arms spread like he was announcing his glorious return from war, while two of his closest friends turned around and saw everything… yeah. That was going to live rent-free in my brain for a while.

I shook my head.

I wondered, honestly, if he’d survive the rest of his years here.

But that wasn’t my problem.

Not anymore.

I walked to my window, cracked it open, let the night air hit my face. Somewhere out there, Barry was either being murdered by embarrassment or questioned within an inch of his life. Maybe both.

And if he said anything about me?

Well.

Let’s just say I already knew where to hang his soul tag.

I smirked, low and evil.

“Good luck, Barry,” I said softly. “You better keep your mouth shut.”

I tilted my head, already imagining the chaos.

“And you better have a damn good explanation for why you were wearing that.”

I muttered it one last time, grinning to myself like I could already hear Barry stammering his way through a half-baked excuse while Ion screamed and Darren broke down laughing.

Still shaking my head, I finally turned away from the window. Enough chaos for one night. More than enough.

I pulled open my dresser, grabbed a loose black shirt and some sleep pants.

I walked to the bed, dropped onto it like dead weight, and sprawled out across the sheets.

Just me.

Finally.

I exhaled long and slow, eyes closing.

Let Barry suffer.

I was going to sleep.