Seven Sins System Chapter 763. I Will Reward You

Seven Sins System Chapter 763. I Will Reward You

I didn’t stop them.

Why would I?

They were mine.

And they knew it.

“I assume you’ve handled everything regarding Luci and Algan’s transfer,” I murmured between breaths.

Red nodded, lips still brushing mine. “Dorms ready. Their schedules synced with yours. They’ll be under your authorization.”

I hummed in approval, even as Katrina pressed her chest against mine, her hands under my shirt, skin on skin. Cold. Hungry.

“You’re good girls,” I said darkly. “Maybe I will reward you.”

Red purred. “Please do.”

I stepped forward suddenly, slamming her gently into the table. She gasped but didn’t resist. The desk creaked. Penelope smiled.

“Such strength,” she whispered. “Even like this…”

“Don’t bite me. Yet,” I warned.

Red looked up, eyes glowing. “Not unless you order me.”

I growled, low in my throat. The room grew warmer. The lights flickered once. My aura bled through the glamour. Just enough. The Devil in me stirred.

Penelope gasped. “Allen…”

“Say it right.”

She shivered. “My lord…”

Katrina let her hand drift lower. “We remember.”

“I hope you haven’t gone soft just because I play human,” I muttered.

Red licked her lips. “Then show us.”

And I did.

I kissed her again, harder. Rougher. She moaned, dragging me down with her as she leaned back across the desk, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her heels scraped against the polished surface, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

Katrina moved in from the side, her lips trailing fire across my throat.

Penelope knelt behind me, clawing at my coat, her breath hot against my spine.

The room felt smaller. Thicker. Like the air itself was responding.

Their hands were everywhere. Too many touches. Too much heat. Too familiar.

Red’s fingers curled into the collar of my white coat and tugged. Once. Twice. Then harder. Fabric sliding off my shoulders, the coat falling to the floor like she meant to strip away the last layer of “Dr. Allen” and leave only what was underneath.

Me.

Katrina’s nails traced slow lines down my chest through the thin fabric of my shirt, not tearing, just marking territory. Her touch wasn’t hurried. It was deliberate. Worshipful. Possessive.

Penelope’s hands slid up my back, cool and steady, her lips brushing my shoulder like a question she already knew the answer to.

I exhaled slowly.

“You’re getting bold,” I murmured.

Red smiled up at me, eyes glowing faintly. “You told me to stop acting like soldiers.”

Her thumb brushed my jaw. “You told me I could want things.”

That did it.

I straightened slowly, deliberately, lifting Red with me just enough that she gasped, startled, arms tightening around me on instinct. Katrina froze. Penelope stilled behind me.

The shift in power was instant. The air changed. They felt it. They always did.

“You touch me like you’re in control,” I said calmly.

Red swallowed.

Katrina’s breath hitched.

Penelope went perfectly still.

I turned my head slightly, just enough that they could see my eyes. Feel me fully focused now.

“Don’t forget,” I continued, voice low, steady, absolute. “You get bold because I allow it.”

Silence.

Heavy. Charged.

Red’s lips parted. “My lord…”

Katrina shivered when she said it. Penelope echoed it softer, like prayer.

Good.

I placed one hand on Red’s chin and tilted her face up so she had no choice but to meet my eyes. Her confidence cracked for just a second. Just enough. She liked that.

“You want praise?” I asked.

She nodded slowly.

“You want attention?”

Another nod. Slower. Needier.

“Then behave.”

Her breath trembled. “Yes.”

I released her gently, letting her settle back against the desk. Katrina’s hands found my arm again, more careful now. Penelope’s fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, not pulling, just holding.

I turned my head slightly, eyes catching the massive painting on the far wall.

The one Red had painted.

The throne.

The mask.

The figure sitting after a long battle, gaze hidden yet overwhelming.

The Lord of Wrath.

The real me.

Red followed my gaze.

Even now, after all this time, her expression changed when she looked at it. Not lust. Not teasing. Something deeper. Reverence.

“You’re still him,” she said quietly. “Even after all these years. Even playing human. Even wearing that coat.”

I looked back at her.

“I am him.”

The words didn’t echo.

They didn’t need to.

They just were.

Katrina’s voice came softer this time. “Then let us remember who we belong to.”

Penelope pressed her forehead lightly against my shoulder, a silent gesture of submission that hit harder than any touch.

I lifted my hand slowly, threading my fingers through Red’s hair, not gentle, not cruel. Just controlled.

“You’re mine,” I said calmly. “Not because you beg. Not because you cling. But because you chose to stay.”

Red’s eyes shone. “Always.”

I leaned down, close enough that my voice only belonged to them now. “Then don’t tempt me unless you’re ready to be reminded.”

For a second, nothing moved. Not the air, not their breath. Just the faint hum of power clinging to the room like smoke after a fire. The lights didn’t flicker this time, they dimmed. Like they knew what was coming.

Penelope was the first to move.

She exhaled softly behind me, her lips brushing the nape of my neck, just enough to feel the contrast of her cool breath against the heat building under my skin. Her hands slid down slowly from my shoulders, tracing the lines of muscle through the thin barrier of my shirt. She didn’t rush. She knew exactly how to make it unbearable. One button. Then the next. Each pop of fabric sounded too loud in the silence.

Katrina moved with her.

I felt her fingertips at my waist, sharp claws retracting so she wouldn’t rip the cloth, not yet. She was more elegant than that, more methodical. Her hands moved around my hips, brushing over my belt buckle, her cheek resting against my chest as she worked. Her lips ghosted over my sternum, cold and reverent.

Red didn’t move.

Not yet.