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Seven Sins System Chapter 555. I’ve Been Such a Bad Girl
🕑 Added 2025-01-23 17:20:29 +0000 UTCSeven Sins System Chapter 555. I’ve Been Such a Bad Girl
The heat inside me grew stronger, an almost overwhelming urge pulsing through my body. But I wasn’t about to let her win. Scoffing, I called on one of my most basic skills, focusing on its cold, efficient power. "Dispel," I muttered under my breath.
[You have neutralized Morgana’s Charm skill!]
The haze evaporated instantly, leaving behind only my irritation. I glanced at Luci, whose expression shifted from strained to calm as he clearly shook off the effects himself. Morgana’s confident smile faltered for a split second, though she quickly masked it with her usual smugness.
Without another word, I used my teleportation skill. In a flash, I disappeared from my chair and reappeared on the stage, casually perching on the edge with my legs dangling over the side. I faced the rows of chairs where Luci still sat and fixed Morgana with a cold, unwavering stare.
"Not interested," I announced.
Morgana’s smile tightened, her amusement giving way to something darker. "Oh, Azrael," she said, her tone dripping with mock disappointment. "Always so difficult. You never did know how to have fun."
"Fun?" I repeated, arching an eyebrow. "If your definition of fun involves spiking drinks and forcing people into things they don’t want, I’ll pass."
Luci stood slowly, brushing nonexistent dust from his suit. His eyes, colder than ever, locked onto Morgana. "You really thought this would work? On us?" His voice was calm, but the underlying venom was unmistakable.
Morgana shrugged, her confidence returning in full force. "It was worth a shot," she said, her voice light and unbothered. "You’re both far too serious. A little chaos wouldn’t kill you."
"Don’t test me," I warned, my tone low and sharp. "I’m not in the mood for your games."
She met my gaze evenly, her smile never wavering. "Oh, Azrael, you’re always so dramatic. It’s one of your most charming qualities."
Asmo finally decided to chime in, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Alright, alright, let’s all calm down. Morgana, you’ve had your fun. Let’s not ruin the vibe."
"Ruin the vibe?" I repeated, my glare shifting to Asmo. "She tried to charm us into… whatever the hell this was supposed to be!"
"Yeah," Luci added, his tone cutting. "And spiking the wine? Really classy, Asmo."
Asmo raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin still firmly in place. "Hey, don’t look at me. Morgana’s a grown succubus. I didn’t tell her to do anything."
Morgana laughed again, soft and teasing. "Oh, come now. No harm, no foul, right?"
Her voice was a melody of mock innocence and brazen arrogance, and it grated on my nerves more than I cared to admit. I stood on the stage, my arms crossed as I fixed her with a flat, unimpressed stare. Beside me, Luci mirrored my expression, though the sharp edge of his frown suggested he was already calculating how much trouble she was about to stir up.
Morgana stepped closer, her hips swaying with every step, her smile widening into something far more provocative. "C’mon," she said, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "I just want to get fucked by both of you. Is that so much to ask? At least punish me a little. I’ve been such a bad girl."
I blinked, my brain short-circuiting for a second before I processed her words. "What the actual hell, Morgana," I muttered, my voice low and filled with disbelief.
Beside me, Luci let out a sharp, exasperated breath. "You’ve lost your damn mind."
She didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. If anything, her grin only grew more insufferable. "Oh, come on. Among the seven sin lords, only you two haven’t done it with me. Isn’t it about time?"
Luci and I exchanged a glance, our expressions morphing into identical masks of incredulous disbelief. Almost in sync, we turned to Mammon, who was lounging in his chair, looking far too relaxed for someone in the middle of this mess.
"Seriously?" Luci said, his tone sharp. "You’ve slept with her?"
Mammon blinked, glancing between the two of us. "What?" he said defensively, raising his hands. "She paid me. And the price was good. You know I can’t say no to money."
I pinched the bridge of my nose, muttering a string of curses under my breath. Of course, Mammon would sell himself for a "good price." Why was I even surprised?
Morgana, clearly enjoying the chaos she’d unleashed, turned her focus back to me. Her smile turned sharper, her eyes gleaming with something dangerously close to obsession. She pointed a finger at me, her tone shifting to something almost accusatory. "You!" she hissed, her voice dripping with a mix of frustration and longing. "Especially you, Azrael!"
I raised an eyebrow, already dreading whatever insanity was about to leave her mouth.
"You have six tentacles that can fuck me," she continued, her voice rising with excitement. "Do you have any idea how much I’ve fantasized about them? You even brought your sister into your harem, and she—" Morgana’s breath hitched as she threw her head back, her cheeks flushed. "She always talks about you! About how those tentacles inside her—ah~!" She shuddered, her voice trailing off into something dangerously close to a moan. "I want it, Azrael! I need it!"
My entire body stiffened, my face contorting into a cringe so strong I thought it might be permanent. "No," I said flatly, my tone leaving no room for argument.
Luci, who had been steadily sipping his wine, paused mid-sip and turned to me, his expression a mix of disbelief and disgust. "Did she just…?"
"Yes," I muttered through gritted teeth. "She did."
Morgana pouted, her lips curving into an exaggerated display of disappointment. "Oh, don’t be like that," she cooed, taking a step closer. "I know you’re not the sharing type, Azrael, but I’m not asking you to share. I’m asking you to dominate."
I took a deliberate step back, holding up a hand as if to physically ward her off. "Morgana, there’s a line, and you’ve crossed it. Hell, you’ve leapt over it."
She laughed again, the sound sultry and maddening. "Oh, please. You’re the Lord of Wrath. I thought you’d appreciate someone who knows what they want and isn’t afraid to take it."
