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Seven Sins System Chapter 561. No Bed Battles
🕑 Added 2025-02-06 09:06:12 +0000 UTCSeven Sins System Chapter 561. No Bed Battles
Asmo sighed dramatically. "You guys are no fun."
Mammon groaned. "For the last time, shut up, Asmo."
Asmo huffed, crossing his arms. "Geez. No need to be so dramatic, Mam."
But Mammon wasn’t having it. This time, his usual easy going demeanor was nowhere to be found. His eyes were sharp, his tone cutting as he leaned forward. "Do you want to cause another Calamity?" he asked, his voice deadly serious.
Asmo blinked, clearly taken aback. "What?"
"The Calamity," Mammon repeated, his words slow and deliberate. "The one that took our parents’ lives. Or do you think throwing out the balance is a good idea? What if the angels, the Light Realm, find out about this little experiment of yours? Do you think they’d just sit back and watch? No. They’d see this as an opportunity. A reason to wage another war. To attack us."
Silence.
For the first time tonight, the energy in the room shifted. Asmo’s playful arrogance flickered, his grin faltering just slightly. His fingers drummed against the arm of his chair, but he didn’t immediately dismiss Mammon’s words.
And that was saying something.
Luci, who usually had a witty remark for everything, didn’t speak. Instead, he simply sipped his wine, his expression unreadable. Levi, who had been so engrossed in his game moments ago, had gone completely still, his controller slipping from his fingers. Even Beel, who never stopped eating, had paused mid-chew, his jaw locked tight.
Belph, who had spent the majority of the night looking half-asleep, cracked one eye open and glanced at Asmo.
I remained silent, watching, waiting.
Asmo let out a slow breath, rolling his shoulders before finally speaking again. "I guess you’re kinda right," he muttered, though his usual confidence was dimmed. "I mean, I wasn’t planning to start a war or anything… but yeah, I get it. Not the best idea."
Mammon sighed, leaning back in his chair, rubbing his temples. "No, it really wasn’t."
Another beat of silence.
Then Asmo clapped his hands together, his grin returning, though not as strong as before. "So what can I do for you guys, huh? Come on, let’s lighten the mood."
Luci smirked. "Wine. And some servants to feed my ego."
Asmo snapped his fingers, and instantly, a fresh bottle of the finest wine appeared before Luci, along with a few low-tier demons ready to shower him with praise. Luci’s smirk widened. "Now this is service."
I rolled my eyes before looking at the others, my expression hopeful. "How about a sparring match? Anyone? A duel? Just one round?"
Crickets.
No one looked remotely interested.
Mammon scoffed. "Azrael, we just had a whole conversation about preventing another war, and now you wanna fight?"
"It’s just a spar," I argued. "Not a war."
Luci didn’t even look at me, waving me off as he sipped his wine. "My hands are full."
Levi had already picked up his controller again, his attention back on his game. "Pass."
Beel grabbed a new plate of food. "No thanks. I’d rather eat."
Belph let out a sleepy grunt, pulling his pillow closer. "Sounds exhausting."
I turned back to Asmo, my last shred of hope hanging by a thread. "What about you?"
Asmo grinned, leaning forward with an expression that immediately made me regret asking. "If you mean ‘duel on the bed’, count me in. We both got ‘nice swords’."
I cringed so hard I thought my spine might snap. "Yeah, no." I scowled at him. "I just want a real duel, not that kind of duel."
Asmo sighed dramatically, reclining in his seat. "Boring," he muttered. "You need to loosen up, Azrael. Maybe spend less time breaking bones and more time—"
"Finishing that sentence will get you thrown across this room," I warned.
He chuckled, unfazed. "Fine, fine. No duels, no bed battles. So what now?"
I sighed, sinking further into my seat. "Guess I’ll do the same thing as Luci then," I muttered. "A nice massage chair, wine, and some servants to feed my wounded ego."
Asmo clapped his hands once, and in an instant, exactly what I asked for appeared. A plush, black-and-gold massage chair materialized beneath me, and before I could even blink, a pair of demon servants were already at my side, pouring wine into a sleek crystal goblet. Another pair moved behind me, their hands pressing expertly against my shoulders, working out the tension I hadn’t even realized was there.
I sighed, taking a slow sip of my wine. "Finally."
Luci smirked from his own chair. "See? Not so bad, is it?"
I shot him a look over the rim of my glass. "Don’t push it."
Asmo grinned mischievously. "I guess some strip dancing won’t hurt you, right?"
I glanced at him, half-suspecting another trap. "Yeah, that’s fine."
His grin widened. "Excellent."
He clapped twice, and a group of succubi and incubi appeared in the center of the room. A golden pole rose from the floor, and soft, rhythmic music began to hum through the air.
Luci chuckled, swirling his wine. "Now this is entertainment."
Mammon, who had been grumbling about something related to financial losses or maybe gains—who knew with him? suddenly perked up. "We don’t need to pay extra for this, right?" His eyes flicked toward Asmo.
Asmo scoffed. "Of course not. They volunteered. Who wouldn’t want to perform for us?"
Mammon relaxed, sinking into his seat. "As long it’s free, then whatever."
Beel barely acknowledged the show, too focused on his food. "As long as they bring more snacks, I don’t mind," he muttered between bites.
I let my head fall back against the chair, watching as the dancers began to move. The succubi twirled gracefully around the poles, their bodies twisting in perfect synchronization, while the incubi prowled across the floor, their eyes locked onto us.
Luci chuckled as a particularly bold succubus draped herself over the arm of his chair, running her fingers along his shoulder. "You know, Azrael, I think you might actually be enjoying yourself."
I exhaled slowly, watching a particularly skilled dancer twirl in the air. "Don’t get ahead of yourself."
Asmo, already lounging with a grin, raised a hand to snap his fingers. "Maybe I should bring in a special dancer just for you—"
"No," I said immediately.
"But—"
"Absolutely not."
