Seven Sins System Chapter 762. Government Staff
Seven Sins System Chapter 762. Government Staff
I let silence hang.
Katrina purred from the side, “He doesn’t say yes easily.”
‘She’s not wrong,’ I thought, still looking at the data.
Inside?
Yeah. This was good.
Interesting, even.
A government program like this? Could give me access to classified files. Shadow operations. Monster behavioral logs. Maybe even… restricted sites I hadn’t cracked yet. And those cults.
Infiltration via employment.
The oldest trick in the devil’s book.
Still. I needed more.
“How many other mentors?” I asked.
“Five already confirmed,” the man answered. “One from Celestial Arcana, two from Dominion Sector, one from Eastern Null Zone. And one unaffiliated specialist like you.”
“And… students?”
The woman smiled. “The best. Or the most dangerous. We’re not picky.”
I leaned back. Crossed my arms.
“I’ll think about it.”
The man didn’t argue. He just nodded. “Take your time. We’ll be on campus another day or two. If you have questions…”
“I always do,” I said lightly.
The woman extended her card. “Dr. Marisol Keene. Please reach out anytime.”
I accepted it with two fingers, not touching her skin.
They exchanged a glance. Then turned to Red. “We’ll leave you to it.”
Red gave them a lazy wave. “Don’t get lost. The school eats boring guests.”
They left.
The door shut.
And I exhaled.
Penelope was first to speak. “So?”
Katrina grinned. “Are we going to be government dogs now?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Please. I’m thinking infiltration. Not recruitment.”
Red finally moved, rising from her chair, walking over to me. Her fingers brushed my jaw, red nails cool against my skin.
“I was getting bored,” she whispered.
I smiled.
The devil kind this time.
“Same.”
Red tilted her head, eyes glinting in the low light of the principal's lounge. Velvet curtains muted the sun, casting a rich maroon glow over the entire chamber. Polished stone floors, obsidian black with streaks of infernal red, shimmered faintly beneath our feet. The faint scent of rosewood, blood incense, and aged wine clung to the air like perfume on skin. Heavy. Intoxicating.
She stepped closer. She wore red again, of course she did. Always did when she wanted something. It matched her name. Matched the way her gaze burned when she looked at me not as a teacher or a guest, but as her lord. Her master.
"Same?" she echoed, brushing her gloved fingers along my jaw. Her voice dropped, sultry. "You don’t seem too surprised.”
I didn’t flinch. “Because I’m not.”
I shifted, letting my hand brush Katrina’s arm as she approached from my left.
Penelope followed her twin, quieter, slower.
But her eyes were always calculating. Always watching. Her silver hair shimmered in the low light. She said nothing yet. Just trailed her hand across my shoulder as she passed, then leaned on the desk behind me, positioning herself like the trap she was.
I was surrounded. But not threatened.
I was never threatened.
“I assume you three didn’t call me here just for a disciplinary hearing,” I said calmly, letting my voice drop into that deeper cadence. The one that made hearts race and pupils dilate. The one laced with Wrath, just enough to tingle the spine. “Or to introduce me to a couple of government staff who conveniently had zero prior notice.”
Red smiled, slow and wide. “Of course not.”
“They came uninvited,” Katrina murmured, now circling me like a predator. “Said they were from the Ministry of National Arcana and Defense. Flashed their badge. Had the right sigils. But we never got advance warning.”
Penelope finally spoke. “They handed over a letter of authorization. Stamped. Sealed. But forged, probably. Too clean. Too fast.”
“They’re spies,” I muttered. “Or worse. Parasites.”
Red’s hand slipped down to my chest, over my coat. “We thought the same. That’s why we let them in.”
I raised a brow. “That doesn’t sound smart.”
Her grin turned sharp. “We’re not amateurs. I’ve already deployed a dozen of my bats. Silent watchers. They’ll follow them back to wherever they slithered from.”
“And I sent word to Celestial Arcana,” Katrina added. “But also to the Dominion Sector.”
I paused. “How about Eastern Null?”
“That’s a name I haven’t heard before.”
Red looked smug. “Exactly. If these people are legitimate, Dominion will know. If not…”
“We’ll prepare,” Penelope said softly. “We always do.”
I exhaled slowly, my human façade flickering just beneath the surface. The pupils of my eyes thinned. My skin felt warmer. Power coiled beneath it. And the three of them? They noticed.
Of course they did.
“You’ve done well,” I admitted. “All of you.”
Red’s smile faltered into something softer. Almost shy. “We thought you’d say that.”
Katrina leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “So we want a reward.”
I let out a slow breath. “I thought you’d say that.”
Penelope didn’t say anything. She just moved. Silently. Pressing up behind me. Her arms slid around my waist. Her touch was cool. Like death and silk and moonlight.
I closed my eyes for a moment. Sensed them.
Red in front, bold and demanding. Her skin was pale, flawless, glimmering faintly under the blood-tinted light. Her fangs peeked slightly, lower lip caught between her teeth.
Katrina, to the side, pulling my collar, fingers brushing the inside of my throat. Her nails dragged slow and sharp, leaving little prickles of memory. Pain and pleasure.
Penelope behind me, more silent, more methodical. Her hands moved lower. Under my shirt. Tracing scars that shouldn’t be visible to mortal eyes.
"You’ve been cruel lately,” Katrina whispered. “Ignoring us.”
“You were the ones who said to blend in. Stay professional,” I murmured, voice low, lips curling.
Red stepped in until our bodies brushed. “Professionalism is boring.”
Penelope pressed her face into the back of my neck, her breath cold. “We missed you.”
They kissed me.
All three of them.
Not at once. But like a rhythm.
Red took my lips. Hot. Demanding. Her tongue tasting faintly like pomegranate wine.
Katrina traced my jaw, kissed the hollow below my ear. Her breath stirred memories. Heat. Old battles. Her moans against my skin.
Penelope kissed between my shoulder blades, slow and reverent, her fingers undoing the buttons down my back with eerie grace.