October 25, 2026

Seven Sins System Chapter 904. Charm I

After that, silence settled between us.

Not the uncomfortable kind. More like the peaceful silence that came after surviving something so ridiculously dangerous that neither of us had enough energy left to complain about it.

Honestly, I could get used to this.

Puriel's fingers continued moving through my hair, occasionally brushing against my scalp. Her touch was gentle, almost soothing, and I found myself relaxing against her shoulder. The lingering pain in my throat was still there, but the neutralizing essence had finally started doing its job.

For the first time in over an hour, I wasn't actively being poisoned. What an excellent improvement to my lifestyle. Then her fingers wandered.

At first, I didn't think much of it. She traced the side of my face, following the curve of my cheek before brushing her thumb along my jaw. Her touch lingered there, surprisingly affectionate, before moving toward my temple. And then she touched my horn.

I kept my eyes closed.

Her fingertips slowly followed its curve, exploring the smooth surface with a tenderness that was almost suspicious. She had touched my horns before, of course, but usually because I was teasing her or deliberately encouraging her curiosity.

This time, however, I wasn't doing anything. Which made her next movement considerably more interesting.Her hand traveled down. Past my neck. Across my shoulder.

Then onto my chest.

Uh? Okay.

I was beginning to suspect that she had misunderstood the definition of cuddling.

Her palm rested against my bare chest, feeling the steady rhythm of my heartbeat. For a moment, she simply left it there, her fingers spreading slightly against my skin. Then she started moving again. Slowly. Downward. Over the firm muscles of my abdomen.

Now, that was unexpected.

I mean, usually, I was the touchy one in this relationship. I was the devil, the shameless bastard with an appetite for everything sinful. Puriel, meanwhile, was supposed to be the responsible one. The Goddess of Chastity. The woman who regularly scolded me for having inappropriate thoughts, despite knowing perfectly well that telling me not to think about something was practically an invitation. And yet, here she was, tracing the lines of my abs with those fingers as though she had suddenly developed an academic interest in demonic anatomy.

I resisted the urge to grin.

Mostly because my lips still hurt. Her fingertips lingered along my abdomen before traveling upward again, taking their sweet time. The sensation sent an unexpected warmth through my body, completely different from the burning holy energy that had tortured me earlier.

Apparently, my regenerative abilities were working faster than my common sense.

Because despite being exhausted, dizzy, and barely capable of lifting my own head, I could feel desire stirring beneath the fatigue. My body had nearly collapsed from magical poisoning, and somehow, it still had enough enthusiasm left to appreciate a beautiful woman touching me.

Well, I supposed there were certain advantages to being a devil and certain disadvantages.

I opened my eyes lazily.

Puriel was watching me. Her eyes were still heavy with exhaustion, but there was something different in them now.

I was about to say her name, probably followed by a very reasonable question about whether she was deliberately trying to kill me a second time. But before I could open my mouth, Puriel leaned down. Her pale hair slipped over her shoulder, brushing against my cheek. Then her lips met mine. My eyes widened.

For one second, my brain simply stopped functioning. She kissed me with a boldness I hadn't expected, her fingers curling against my chest as she drew me closer. When I responded, her tongue slipped past my lips, turning the kiss into something considerably more passionate than the innocent little reward I'd been expecting.

She was kissing me like she'd decided that the Goddess of Chastity deserved a vacation. And the most ridiculous part? I was too stunned to tease her.

My hand instinctively settled against her waist, holding her gently while I returned the kiss. The movement tugged at my injured lips, sending a sharp sting through my mouth, but even that couldn't completely distract me from her affection. Still, I kept my embrace careful. Her core wasn't healed. Neither was I. And as tempting as it was to forget everything except the woman in my arms, I wasn't about to undo an hour of suffering because we both suddenly remembered how much we enjoyed kissing each other.

Although, judging by the way Puriel's fingers tightened against my chest, she was making that particular act of self-restraint extremely difficult. Then her fingers found the front of my shirt.

I watched lazily as she slipped the first button free. The second followed. And the third.

“You seriously want to do it here? Because I certainly don’t mind. But just so you know, I can’t move a damn muscle right now, and your friend is still waiting right outside that door.”

She ignored me. The fourth button went free. And then she started working on my pants. "I don't care."

Puriel went up and stared down at me as though she was planning to start tearing clothes off any minute now. That look in her eyes was more than a little concerning. She leaned forward, her hair falling over her shoulders as she pressed another kiss against my lips. This time, it was different. Hungrier. I was about to tease her when her hand slipped into the waistband of my pants and went straight to my shaft.

And all the blood in my head rushed downward. "Oh. Okay."

"Do you want me to stop?"

I gave her a playful smirk. “Oh, I don’t mind. Not one bit. But I’d rather not hear the entire Light Realm spreading rumors about how Azrael ravished the Goddess of Chastity in a sanctuary full of angels. My reputation is already terrible enough without adding that to the list.”

Puriel's hand wandered lower, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Then I'll take full responsibility.” Her hand moved downward, fingers wrapping around my shaft. Her grip was almost too firm, but that wasn't necessarily a problem. In fact, I would have encouraged her to squeeze a little harder if the circumstances weren't so dire. As it was, my healing was beginning to strain against her touch.