Seven Sins System Chapter 755. Prize Sheep
Seven Sins System Chapter 755. Prize Sheep
Barry's PoV
Darren and Ion turned around at the same time.
And then they froze.
Dead. Silent.
Their eyes locked on Barry. Not on his face. Not on his panicked expression or his hopeful grin. No. Their gazes dropped straight down to the nightmare of leather straps, shiny buckles, and way too much visible skin.
The harness. The one Barry forgot he was still wearing.
For a full three seconds, no one spoke.
Then Darren broke the silence.
“Barry,” he said slowly. “What the f*ck are you wearing?”
Ion blinked like he had to reboot. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again before he finally spat it out.
“You are—”
And then they both just stood there.
Looking.
Up and down.
Disgust painted across their faces like someone smeared it there with a palette knife. Ion looked like he had just watched his favorite childhood cartoon get turned into a snuff film. Darren just looked… disappointed. In a deep, spiritual way.
Barry panicked.
He raised his hands like he was getting arrested. “Okay, okay, I know what this looks like, but it’s not what it looks like—!”
Darren’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, so it’s not you walking into your own dorm in a bondage harness like you just finished shooting a scene for BDSM Surrender 7?”
“I—what?! No!”
Barry spun around. “Dr. Allen will explain! He saw it all! He—!”
There was no one behind him.
The space where Dr. Allen had been standing a second ago?
Empty.
Gone.
Vanished.
“Doc?” Barry called.
Silence.
Barry turned back to his friends.
They were still staring.
Judging.
Mourning.
Darren shook his head slowly, lips tight.
Ion crossed his arms. “I can’t believe this…”
Darren sighed. “We really dragged Dr. Allen out of his room for this?”
Ion clicked his tongue and looked away. “We thought you were in trouble. We worried about you. And now—” He gestured vaguely at Barry’s entire being. “This. This is what we get.”
“What a shit,” Darren muttered.
Barry opened and closed his mouth again, his words scrambling. “Wait, wait, you guys, I swear! Just listen! I didn’t choose this—”
Darren interrupted, deadpan. “You accidentally fell into a s*x cult?”
“No! I got kidnapped! By a demoness!”
Ion blinked. “You’re telling me a demoness put you in that?”
“Yes!”
Darren squinted. “Barry.”
Barry raised a finger, dramatic and shaking. “Let me explain. Please. Just… just give me thirty seconds.”
Ion crossed his arms tighter. “You have fifteen.”
“Okay okay okay…” Barry inhaled, puffed out his chest, and then instantly deflated. “So I was… in my room. Alone.”
Darren lifted a brow. “Of course.”
Barry ignored him.
“And I was feeling kinda… you know… lonely.”
Ion deadpanned. “Go on.”
“So I may have looked up an old book,” Barry said quickly. “Like a summoning book. Just a small one!”
Darren tilted his head. “The kind with warnings written in blood?”
“No, it was printed,” Barry said. “Professionally. Glossy pages.”
Ion blinked. “That does not make it better.”
Barry kept talking. Fast. Panicked.
“It had this section about making wishes. You know, to summon a demon lord. Just once. Like, one time use summon. Super contained.”
“And you summoned who, exactly?” Darren asked.
Barry hesitated.
“Barry,” Ion said. “Say it.”
“The Lord of Lust,” Barry mumbled.
Both of them stared at him like he just admitted to licking his own windows.
“I didn’t think it’d work!” Barry cried. “I just wanted a girlfriend!”
Ion let out a long, exhausted breath. “You summoned the Lord of Lust because you were lonely?”
Barry nodded.
“I was just trying to see if it’d work! I followed the circle, said the thing, burned a drop of blood. Next thing I knew, the room went dark. He came. I made a wish and BAM! There was this portal and then I got tossed into the middle of a fucking sex palace!”
Darren blinked. “I… what?”
“She had horns,” Barry continued. “And wings. And heels. The kind that stab you. She called herself the Princess of Lust. Said her brother passed me off like a gift basket.”
He clutched his chest.
“I almost got f*cked.”
Ion made a face. “And that’s when you decided the harness was a great look?”
“No! She put it on me! I was tied up like a goddamn prize sheep!”
Darren scratched the back of his head. “Right. And how’d you escape?”
Barry opened his mouth.
Paused.
Shit.
He couldn’t say it.
He wanted to. He tried. But the second the words "Dr. Allen is actually a demon overlord" formed in his throat, they just stopped.
He didn’t want his head hung in a demon’s room or his soul auctioned off.
He tried again. “Well, I mean, someone… this… kind devil… showed up and saved me.”
Darren blinked. “A kind devil.”
“Yes,” Barry nodded too fast. “Super kind. Just happened to teleport in, overpower the princess, and get me out.”
Ion stared.
Darren stared harder.
Barry gulped.
Ion said slowly, “You’re telling us… that you got kidnapped by a princess demoness in a sex palace after summoning the Lord of Lust, nearly got railed, and then got rescued by a ‘kind devil’ you can’t name?”
“Yes!” Barry said, smiling desperately.
Ion sighed.
“Barry,” he said gently, “p*rn has rotted your brain.”
“No—!”
“You are beyond saving,” Darren added solemnly. “You’ve gone too far.”
“I’m telling the truth!”
Darren raised his hands. “You know what? Fine. Fine. Say we believe you.”
Barry perked up.
Darren continued. “Where’s the proof?”
Barry looked down at himself.
They looked too.
“Oh yeah,” Ion said, eyes narrowing. “Let’s talk about that outfit, my guy.”
Barry paled. “I can explain—”
“You wore it back here,” Darren said. “Here, Barry. We didn’t even get a warning message. You just materialized behind us in a hentai speedrun outfit and yelled ‘guys!’ like it was normal.”
Ion nodded. “You even smiled. With confidence.”
“That wasn’t confidence! That was panic!”
“Doesn’t matter,” Darren said. “The damage is done.”
Barry looked between them, despair building.
“Please,” he begged. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
Ion sighed. “You summoned Lust, Barry. And apparently lost to horny.”
“I didn’t lose!”
Darren tilted his head. “Barry. Look at you.”
Ion reached for his phone. “I’m just gonna text the squad real quick—”
Barry lunged. “NOOOOO—!”
But it was too late.
The screenshot had already been sent. Along with a new group name.
“Barry’s Sex Arc: Episode 1.”
He collapsed on the floor in silent agony.