Seven Sins System Chapter 772. Uninvited
Seven Sins System Chapter 772. Uninvited
The room still smelled like heat, sweat, magic, and lingering sin. The couch creaked when I leaned forward, muscles protesting after everything we had just done. My skin still tingled where claws had dragged and fangs had kissed. My blood was calmer now, but not fully settled. Not yet. It rarely was after nights like this.
Behind me, I heard the soft rustle of movement. Bodies shifting. The quiet sound of three predators slowly coming back to themselves.
I stood up.
The cool air brushed across my skin, grounding me. Reality always felt colder than passion. Sharper. Less forgiving.
Red sat up on the seat, hair spilling down her shoulder like spilled wine, her glowing eyes tracking every motion I made. Katrina stretched lazily beside her, back arching like a satisfied cat.
Penelope rolled onto her stomach, chin resting on folded arms as she watched me with a lazy, wicked smile.
I moved toward the scattered remains of my clothes. The white coat lay half hanging from the arm of a chair. My shirt was tangled with someone’s stockings. My slacks were folded surprisingly neatly across the desk, which meant at some point during the chaos, one of them had decided organization still mattered.
Probably Katrina.
As I bent down to grab my shirt, Red spoke.
“Just one more question…”
I glanced over my shoulder. “That sounds dangerous.”
She smirked faintly, but there was something softer behind it. Something careful.
“Will our harem stay the same?”
That made me pause.
The word wasn’t new. We joked about it. Owned it. Lived it. But the tone she used now was different. Less teasing. More… grounding.
“I mean…” she continued, shifting her weight, fingers playing with the edge of the seat cushion. “We can still drop by your room or the infirmary. Talk about… things.”
Penelope slid off the seat, padding across the floor toward me completely unbothered by her lack of clothing. She reached me just as I started buttoning my shirt, her hands smoothing the fabric against my chest, helping align the buttons like she had done it a hundred times before.
“Or do a lot of things,” she added, leaning up to kiss my jaw softly.
I chuckled under my breath.
“Yeah,” I said, voice low. “We still could do it. Don’t worry.”
Penelope smiled against my skin, clearly pleased.
I tugged my sleeves straight, slipping fully back into the persona of the composed academy doctor. The mask always felt strange after moments like this. Like pulling a clean sheet over bloodstains that hadn’t dried yet.
“Just…” I added, reaching for my coat. “There’s one complication.”
Red tilted her head.
“Luci might like to show up here and there uninvited.”
Katrina snorted.
Penelope groaned.
“He thrives on chaos,” I muttered, shrugging into my coat. “And attention. And dramatic entrances. So if you suddenly see him leaning in the doorway making commentary about your life choices… just ignore him.”
Red rolled her eyes. “I don’t ignore anyone.”
“You’ll learn,” I said dryly.
I straightened my collar, smoothed my coat, and for a moment, I looked exactly like the calm, calculating medical professor everyone trusted.
Then I raised my hand.
“Portal.”
Shadows curled around my fingers instantly, obeying instinct rather than command. The air bent inward, folding like fabric. A thin line of darkness split open in front of me, widening slowly until it formed a portal rippling with deep violet energy and faint infernal runes.
[You have opened a portal.]
The room dimmed slightly as the dimensional seam stabilized.
Penelope leaned against my shoulder, watching it with quiet fascination. “You always make that look effortless.”
“It’s not,” I said. “I just hide the part where reality screams.”
Red stood now, walking toward me, bare feet silent on the floor. She reached up, fixing the crease of my collar.
“Be careful,” she murmured.
I brushed my fingers along her wrist. “Always.”
Then I stepped through.
The mortal realm vanished behind me like a closing eyelid.
I stepped forward, boots echoing against the polished black stone floor. The moment I crossed the threshold fully, my body reacted.
The doctor disappeared.
Tentacles unfurled slowly behind my back, shadowed and fluid. My wings tore open through the air with a low, resonating snap, stretching wide before folding partially behind me. Horns curved from my head, smooth and dark as carved onyx. My eyes shifted, pupils narrowing into something ancient and predatory.
The Demon Prince had returned.
I rolled my shoulders once.
Then I teleported.
The world twisted, folded, snapped.
And I stood inside my father’s office.
King Diablo sat behind the desk, exactly as expected. Tall. Impossibly composed. Crimson eyes sharp as razors. The crown hovered faintly above him, semi-formed, pulsing with slow infernal light. Yeah, he was in serious mode lately.
Luci lounged in a chair like he owned the place. Boots kicked up on the table corner, hair falling messily over one eye, his pride aura practically sparkling around him like an obnoxious halo.
Algan stood near the far wall.
Silent.
Still.
Massive.
His arms crossed, wings folded tight, eyes glowing faint amber beneath heavy brows.
And Ivy…
Ivy was leaning against one of the side pillars, flipping lazily through a scroll when she felt my presence. Her eyes snapped up instantly, bright emerald flaring with excitement.
“Your Highness,” she breathed.
She crossed the room in seconds.
Her lips met mine before I even finished stabilizing from teleportation. Warm. Familiar. Sharp with possessiveness. Her hands gripped my coat collar as she kissed me like she was checking if I was real.
I kissed her back briefly.
Behind her, Luci made a dramatic gagging noise.
“Oh good,” he said loudly, dragging a hand down his face. “The emotional reunion. I was worried Hell had finally run out of romance clichés.”
Ivy broke the kiss slowly, smirking without turning around. “Still dramatic, Lord Luci?”
“Still climbing Wrath like furniture, Ivy?”
She didn’t care.
Algan didn’t move. But his gaze shifted toward me, subtle relief flickering there before he masked it again.