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Seven Sins System Chapter 562. If I Talked About Wrath, This Place Would be a War Zone
🕑 Added 2025-02-06 09:07:42 +0000 UTCSeven Sins System Chapter 562. If I Talked About Wrath, This Place Would be a War Zone
Asmo sighed, dramatically flopping back into his seat. "You’re so stubborn."
Luci chuckled. "It’s part of his charm."
I rolled my eyes but took another sip of my wine. The smooth, dark liquid coated my tongue, and for the first time all night, I felt a fraction of peace settle in my chest. The music, the low chatter, the rhythmic movements of the dancers—it was a rare moment where nothing required my immediate attention.
Of course, that peace didn’t last.
Morgana, who had finally recovered from her climax, stood up from her chair with a sultry stretch. She moved with deliberate slowness, like a cat waking from a nap, her satisfied smirk firmly in place. She didn’t say anything at first, simply walking over to the nearby table and pouring another glass of wine.
Not for herself.
For me.
I arched an eyebrow as she gracefully made her way to my side, holding out the glass with an amused look. "Here," she murmured, her voice smooth as silk. "You look like you could use another."
I accepted it, though I watched her closely. "Why do I feel like there’s a catch?"
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she turned to the servant behind me, her expression as sweet as honey. "Step aside," she instructed, her tone laced with authority. "I’ll take over from here."
The servant hesitated, clearly unsure whether Morgana was allowed to take over anything, but a single sharp look from her had them bowing quickly and stepping away. Morgana wasted no time. She moved behind me, her hands pressing into my shoulders in firm, deliberate strokes.
I let out a low sigh, taking another sip of wine. "You do realize this doesn’t get you another fingering session, right?"
She chuckled softly, leaning in just enough for her breath to ghost against my ear. "I’m not asking for that," she said smoothly. "But at least now I know your capability." Her fingers dug into a particular spot near the base of my neck, making my muscles involuntarily relax. "I didn’t make a mistake putting my eye on you."
I snorted, shaking my head slightly. "Great," I muttered. "I need more words like that to feed my wounded pride."
Luci, lounging across from me, chuckled into his wineglass. "The Lord of Wrath talking about pride? Now that’s rich."
I gave him a deadpan look. "If I talked about wrath, this place would be a war zone."
Luci smirked. "Fair point."
Morgana, still massaging my shoulders, hummed in amusement. "You’re more fun than I expected, Azrael."
"That makes one of us," I muttered, closing my eyes briefly.
Mammon, who had been half-listening while flipping a golden coin between his fingers, finally spoke up. "So, are we just gonna pretend Morgana wasn’t writhing on the floor not too long ago?" he asked, his eyes flicking toward her. "Because I’d rather not relive that visual."
Morgana shot him a look. "Jealous?"
Mammon scoffed. "Not even a little."
Asmo grinned, swirling his drink. "You sure about that, Mammon? I could set up a private session for you two."
Mammon immediately gagged. "For the love of Hell, no."
Luci smirked. "Scared you wouldn’t last five minutes?"
Mammon shot him a glare. "Unlike you guys, I value my energy. And my time. Both of which are too expensive for this kind of nonsense."
I smirked, stretching slightly under Morgana’s hands. "Mammon turning down something free? Now that’s rare."
"Because I know a trap when I see one," he shot back. "Thinking again, my fee was too low for my service last time. She was crazy! And I’m not getting roped into Morgana’s insanity. "
Morgana chuckled, her hands still expertly working over my shoulders. "Your loss."
Beel, who had been chewing through what I swear was his twentieth plate of food, finally swallowed and added, "I don’t think Mammon would survive."
Mammon groaned, rubbing his temple. "Can we not make this a discussion?"
Levi, still engrossed in his game, muttered, "Too late."
Mammon groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Great. Just great. Now everyone’s in on it."
Asmo smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. "Oh, come on, Mammon. It’s all in good fun. No need to get so tense." He gestured toward one of the succubi nearby. "Maybe you need a massage too."
Mammon scoffed. "The only thing I need is for you to stop trying to sell me on this insanity."
Luci chuckled, tipping his wine glass slightly. "So dramatic. You sure you are the Lord of Greed?"
Mammon shot him a glare but didn’t bother responding. Instead, he flicked his coin into the air, caught it between his fingers, and huffed in irritation.
Meanwhile, Morgana was still massaging my shoulders, and I had to admit—begrudgingly—that she was good at it. Her hands knew exactly where to press, working out the knots that had formed from weeks of stress.
"You’re enjoying this," she murmured near my ear.
I didn’t open my eyes. "I never said I wasn’t."
Asmo leaned forward, resting his chin in his palm as he watched us. "You two have interesting chemistry," he mused. "Maybe I should make you both the main event next time."
I cracked one eye open and shot him a look. "Try it, and you’ll be the only event."
Asmo laughed, clearly unbothered by the threat. "Now that would be entertaining."
Luci smirked. "I’d pay to see that."
I sighed, leaning further into the massage chair. "You all are insufferable."
Mammon snorted. "And yet here you are, still sitting with us."
I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. As much as I had been dreading this party, I had to admit… it wasn’t that bad. The chaos, the back-and-forth jabs, the sheer ridiculousness of it all—it was, in its own way, almost relaxing.
I could chat with them, spar verbally without worrying about strategy or war, and just exist for a while.
"Guess it’s not the worst party I’ve been to," I muttered.
Asmo gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. "The highest compliment from the Lord of Wrath!"
Luci chuckled, swirling his wine. "Miracles do happen."
I sighed, closing my eyes again as Morgana’s hands continued their work. "Don’t push it."
