Seven Sins System Chapter 824. You Flirt with Everything
Seven Sins System Chapter 824. You Flirt with Everything
His expression somehow got worse.
“…Unbelievable.”
I smirked lazily, tightening my arm around her a little.
“Jealous?”
“Disgusted. I thought someone clapped for me last night. I woke up. Instead… I got…”
Luci pointed directly at me like a prosecutor unveiling criminal evidence.
“This.”
I blinked sleepily at him from the bed while Puriel remained half-hidden against my chest beneath the blankets.
He looked personally betrayed.
“No fans. No secret admirer. No dramatic mortal praising my beauty.” He pointed harder. “Just a devil fucking a goddess!”
Puriel made a strangled sound and immediately buried herself deeper into the blanket.
I, meanwhile, started laughing.
Actually laughing.
Which made Luci even more offended.
“And then,” he continued bitterly, “I couldn’t sleep the entire night.”
I wiped at my eyes.
“Well,” I said between chuckles, “sorry then.”
A pause.
“But that sounds like a you problem.”
“Tch.”
Luci crossed his arms with enough attitude to legally qualify as a weapon.
Beside me, Puriel finally woke up enough to process reality.
Specifically…
Luci.
In the room.
Watching us.
Her eyes widened instantly.
Then she yanked the blanket up to her chin so fast it looked like a divine reflex.
“You—” she sputtered at Luci. “What do you want?”
Luci deadpanned immediately.
“Azrael offered me a threesome.”
Puriel froze.
I froze.
Then I turned slowly toward him.
“That is not going to happen.”
He tched again.
“Mhm. Possessive devil.”
“You are literally in my bedroom complaining about hearing us.”
“And yet you deny me inclusion.”
“I’m going to throw you out the window.”
Puriel looked between us like she was reevaluating every life decision leading to this exact moment.
She finally whispered, “I need my clothes…”
We all looked around.
Silence.
Because yeah.
Her clothes were absolutely everywhere.
One sleeve hung from the lamp.
Her nightgown somehow ended up near the minibar.
One sock?
Missing in action.
Probably ascended.
“I’ll get them,” I said.
Puriel immediately grabbed my arm.
“El, wait—”
Too late.
I shamelessly got out of bed.
Shirt?
Open and wrinkled.
Pants?
Halfway down my hips because apparently at some point during the night we both gave up on civilized dressing.
And yes.
Everything else was very exposed.
Puriel turned bright red instantly.
“El!”
Luci physically recoiled.
“Oh what the f—”
He pointed at me in disgust.
“You are the Lord of Wrath, not Lust!”
I looked down at myself casually while fixing my pants.
“Hey,” I said defensively, “don’t blame me for it.”
I buttoned my shirt halfway.
“I’m still a devil.”
I pointed vaguely toward him.
“Just like you.”
Then toward the minibar.
“Just like Asmo.”
Luci sneered.
“That explains nothing.”
“It explains everything.”
I grabbed Puriel’s clothes one by one with telekinesis while she stayed buried under the blanket like she wanted divine intervention to erase this entire morning.
Cute.
Very cute.
Especially because every time I looked at her too long, her wings puffed slightly in embarrassment.
I finally returned to the bed and wrapped an arm around her over the blanket, pulling her gently against my side.
“Thanks for the place to stay, Luci.”
“Hm.”
“I need to take the princess back to her dorm.”
Puriel made a noise.
“And,” I added, “drag Mamon’s ass back here.”
Luci immediately groaned.
“Right. Work.”
“Unfortunately.”
He waved a hand lazily.
“Leave before I start charging emotional damages.”
I grinned.
Then shadows gathered beneath us.
Puriel clutched the blanket tighter.
And…
Teleportation.
The penthouse vanished.
The warmth.
The skyline.
Luci’s offended expression.
Gone.
The world folded into shadow and reopened inside the academy dormitory.
We landed softly.
Quiet room.
Morning light.
Books.
Tea scent.
And…
Lumira.
Standing there.
Very worried.
Her expression shifted instantly the moment she saw us.
More specifically…
Puriel wrapped in blankets with messy hair, flushed cheeks, and very obvious “I absolutely did sinful things last night” energy.
Lumira blinked once.
Twice.
Then slowly looked at me.
The room temperature dropped spiritually.
She immediately hurried toward Puriel.
“Puriel!”
Puriel squeaked softly as Lumira grabbed her shoulders.
“Are you alright?”
“I— yes—”
Lumira’s eyes narrowed at me.
Sharp.
Protective.
“You.”
I pointed at myself.
“Yes?”
“What have you done to her?”
Puriel made a choking sound.
I shrugged calmly. “What else?”
Then I smiled lazily.
“She’s kind of my fiancée.”
Silence.
Complete silence.
Puriel covered her face with both hands.
Lumira stared at me like she was deciding whether kindness included homicide.
Valid reaction.
Very valid reaction.
Especially because Puriel currently looked like she’d just walked out of a romance novel written by someone deeply unwell. Hair messy. Lips swollen. Wrapped in a blanket instead of actual clothes. Meanwhile, I stood there in wrinkled clothes with my shirt half-buttoned and the spiritual aura of a man who absolutely committed crimes against chastity all night.
Yeah.
Not beating the allegations.
The room stayed painfully silent for a few seconds.
Puriel looked like she wanted the floor to open and consume her.
Lumira looked like she wanted me consumed by the floor.
“You…” Lumira repeated slowly.
Her voice was still soft.
Which somehow made it scarier.
“What,” she asked carefully, “did you do?”
I raised both hands peacefully.
“Okay, before everyone starts assuming things—”
“You teleported into her dorm carrying her in a blanket!”
“That’s not...”
Puriel immediately stepped in, cheeks burning. “Lumira, wait, it wasn’t like—”
I looked at her.
She looked at me.
Then immediately looked away.
“Okay, maybe it was slightly like that,” she mumbled.
Lumira physically froze.
I almost laughed.
Didn’t.
Barely.
“You slept with him?” Lumira asked quietly.
Puriel’s wings twitched.
“Yes.”
Oh, that hurt her spiritually.
I could actually see it.
It looked more like watching your closest friend willingly pet a very dangerous tiger and realizing the tiger petting her back was somehow worse.
Lumira slowly turned toward me again.
“You.”
I pointed at myself.
“Still me.”
“You are a devil.”
“I’ve mentioned this repeatedly.”
“You are Wrath.”
“Also true.”
“You are manipulative.”
“Ouch.”
“You flirt with everything.”
“That one’s exaggerated. I’m not Asmo.”