Seven Sins System Chapter 833. The Obsession

Seven Sins System Chapter 833. The Obsession

“The obsession,” I answered flatly. “Tells me one day I’m going to wake up tied to a torture chair in some abyss basement.”

I pointed toward one wall.

“With a chain around my neck saying ‘I Belong To Lady Ivy.’”

She burst out laughing immediately.

Bright.

Beautiful.

Dangerously unhinged.

“That’s not true.”

The glint in her eyes said otherwise.

Absolutely otherwise.

It practically screamed ‘I already planned the basement.’

I narrowed my eyes.

“You thought about it.”

“No.”

“You are terrifying.”

“And you love me.”

I sighed heavily.

“Unfortunately.”

That made her grin wider.

One of her legs slid slowly over mine beneath the blanket as she snuggled closer.

This was probably why I kept coming back here.

Not because Ivy worshipped me.

A lot of people did that.

Not because she desired me.

That wasn’t rare either.

No.

It was because around her, I could be exhausted.

Messy.

Annoyed.

Quiet.

And she’d still cling to me like I was the center of her world.

I gently pushed her forehead with one finger.

“Anyway. Back to work.”

Immediately dramatic disappointment appeared on her face.

“You’re ruining the aftercare.”

“I’m the Lord of Wrath, not a romance novel protagonist.”

“You can be both.”

“I refuse.”

She huffed and finally rolled off me reluctantly, though one tentacle immediately dragged her halfway back.

“I need you to contact all the Sin Lords.”

That got her attention immediately.

She sat up slightly, blanket sliding down just enough to remind me this room was actively trying to ruin my concentration.

“Urgent?”

“Yes.”

“War urgent?”

“Potential apocalypse annoying.”

“Oh.”

She straightened immediately.

Secretary mode activated.

Honestly terrifying transformation.

One second clingy succubus.

Next second infernal executive assistant from hell itself.

I continued.

“Contact everyone except Luci, me, and Mamon. Tell them to mobilize their mortal servants.”

Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

“Spies?”

“Observers.”

“Collectors?”

“Information gathering.”

She nodded slowly.

I sat up too now, rubbing my face while my tentacles slowly retreated behind me.

“We need movement reports. Residue collection tracking. Suspicious organizations. Fake emergency teams. Religious anomalies.”

Ivy’s expression sharpened further.

“Oh… this is connected to yesterday.”

“Yes.”

“And the fake Sin Lords?”

“Very likely.”

She went quiet.

Then softer.

“You’re worried.”

I scoffed.

“I’m irritated.”

“You’re always irritated.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s why I can tell the difference.”

Tch!

Annoying perceptive woman.

I looked away.

“Mamon found missing soul flow.”

That changed the atmosphere instantly.

Ivy’s playful mood vanished completely.

“How many?”

“Thousands.”

Her expression darkened.

Yeah.

Exactly.

Even Wrath Palace secretaries knew how catastrophic that was.

She moved quickly now, already mentally organizing operations.

“I’ll contact Levi first. Then Asmo.”

I winced. “Asmo’s going to make this weird.”

“He makes everything weird.”

“True.”

She counted further on her fingers. “Belph?”

“He’ll probably fall asleep halfway through the briefing.”

“Beel?”

I paused. “Bribe him with food.”

“That usually works.”

Ivy finally stood from the bed, still wrapped in blankets, and reached for her tablet from the nightstand. The moment she unlocked it, infernal notifications flooded the screen nonstop.

Secretary mode activated.

Terrifying.

Efficient.

My type unfortunately.

She looked over one shoulder at me. “You’ll need agents in the mortal realm too. Not just Algan.”

“I know.”

“Humans are less suspicious.”

I stared at her. Then slowly smiled. “Oh that’s evil.”

She smiled back sweetly.

“I learned from you.”

Pride filled my chest immediately. I stood and stretched slightly before finally fixing my clothes properly.

“I’ll head back soon.”

Ivy hummed softly while pulling up communication sigils.

Then she paused.

“Will that angel know you came here?”

I looked at her.

There it was.

The dangerous question.

I smirked slightly. “She probably assumes I’m working.”

Ivy smiled lazily.

“Well…”

She glanced toward the destroyed bed.

“Technically you were.”

I snorted softly. “Your definition of work is concerning.”

“My lord,” she said proudly, still wrapped in blankets while holding her tablet, “I am a succubus secretary. Multitasking is literally my racial advantage.”

Terrifying sentence.

I stood up fully and finally fixed my coat properly while Ivy typed rapidly on her tablet. Infernal messages already flew across the screen nonstop. Contacts. Signals. Communication routes between the Sin domains.

Then suddenly…

She grabbed my collar.

Before I could react, she leaned in and bit my neck.

Hard enough to sting.

I jerked slightly and looked down immediately. “Was that necessary?”

Ivy looked extremely pleased with herself. “Yes.”

I narrowed my eyes. “That sounds suspicious.”

“She leaves you with her scent. I leave her a hickey.”

Damn women really were terrifying.

Not demons.

Not angels.

Women.

Specifically emotionally possessive ones.

I touched my neck and sighed dramatically. “You just want her to get jealous.”

“No,” Ivy answered innocently.

Liar.

Then she smiled sweetly.

“I want her to know you didn’t just stop by her place to work.”

Oh this was absolutely war behavior.

“But also,” she added proudly, “to feed me.”

I stared at her for a full second.

Then slowly nodded.

“Actually fair.”

She beamed.

I shook my head while trying not to laugh.

“Just don’t forget your work, okay?”

“I won’t.”

She walked closer again and fixed my collar gently.

Then kissed me one more time.

Softer now.

Longer.

Not needy.

Not demanding.

Just warm.

I rested my forehead briefly against hers and exhaled quietly.

“Wish me luck.”

“You’re Wrath.”

“That’s not luck.”

“That’s property damage.”

I teleported to the gate and stepped in. The mortal realm swallowed me again.

My dorm room appeared around me instantly.

Morning sunlight.

Clean air.

Bird noises.

The morning was beautiful.

The problem?

I didn’t have much time.

I checked the clock.

Yeah.

Academy schedule.

Work.

Very busy.

I sighed and immediately headed for the bathroom.

Quick shower.

Cold water.

Tried to remove the hickey.

Failed.

I stared at the mirror.

Doctor Allen stared back.

Human form.

Doctor coat.

Professional face.

Slightly sleep-deprived.

Very suspicious neck.

“Fantastic.”

I adjusted the collar higher and headed toward the academy infirmary.

The campus was already alive when I arrived. Students walked around half-awake holding coffee and books while pretending their exams weren’t destroying them spiritually.

Some greeted me politely.

Some looked terrified.

Some stared too long at my neck.

Ignore that.