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Seven Sins System Chapter 553. I Know How to Throw a Party
🕑 Added 2025-01-23 17:17:17 +0000 UTCSeven Sins System Chapter 553. I Know How to Throw a Party
The nymph stopped in front of Mammon’s chair, lowering herself gracefully to her knees. She didn’t speak, but the way she looked up at him said everything. Mammon’s grin stretched even wider as he reached out to touch one of the intricate diamond patterns on her arm, his fingers brushing over the gemstones like he was appraising their quality.
"Asmo wasn’t kidding," Mammon said softly, his voice filled with awe. "You’re perfect."
"Hey," Asmo snapped, breaking the moment. "You’re not auctioning her off, Mammon. Remember the deal."
Mammon leaned back with a dramatic sigh, though his hand lingered on the nymph’s golden arm. "Fine, fine. She’s yours after tonight. But I’m keeping her until the party’s over."
I rolled my eyes, leaning toward Luci. "What’s the over-under on him actually returning her?"
"Zero," Luci replied without missing a beat. "He’s already planning her price in his head."
"Okay!" Asmo clapped his hands, clearly eager to move on. "Next up!"
The stage darkened briefly, and I could feel Asmo’s excitement building. He was practically vibrating in his seat, his grin stretching wider than ever. The lights slowly rose again, and this time, a new demoness stepped onto the stage. She was dressed in what could only be described as battle-ready lingerie—sleek black leather with glowing red accents. Her sharp eyes scanned the room like she was sizing us all up.
She carried a gaming controller in one hand and a small, floating screen in the other, which displayed rapid-fire gameplay from a mortal realm video game. She flicked her wrist, and the screen expanded to show her taking down a massive digital beast with ease. Her movements were so precise, so confident, that even I had to admit she was impressive.
But the real kicker? The smug grin she shot directly at Levi.
"Well, damn," I muttered, leaning back in my chair. "Asmo’s actually putting in effort for once."
Levi, who had been half-distracted up until now, suddenly froze. His eyes locked onto the demoness, his fingers pausing mid-scroll on his phone. For a moment, he just stared, as though his brain couldn’t fully process what he was seeing.
The demoness tilted her head, her grin widening. "So," she said, her voice smooth and teasing, "who thinks they can beat me? Any challengers?"
Levi’s phone clattered to the floor as he shot up from his chair. "You’re on," he said, his voice filled with uncharacteristic excitement. "But don’t cry when I wipe the floor with you."
I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "He’s actually standing up. This might be the most effort I’ve ever seen him put into anything."
Luci chuckled, sipping his wine. "It’s a miracle. Asmo finally found his weakness."
Asmo leaned back in his chair, looking utterly pleased with himself. "See? I told you guys I know how to throw a party."
The demoness stepped down from the stage, the floating screen shrinking back into her hand as she approached Levi. Her grin didn’t falter, even as she closed the distance between them. "Big talk," she said, holding out the controller to him. "Let’s see if you can back it up."
Levi snatched the controller from her hand, his usual grumpy demeanor replaced by something almost… competitive. "Prepare to lose," he said, already pulling a second controller out of thin air.
They didn’t even bother with a torch. The moment their fingers touched the controllers, it was as if the rest of us didn’t exist. The demoness summoned a new floating screen, and the two of them dove into a game so fast it was hard to keep up. Their hands moved like lightning, the sounds of rapid button presses and taunting remarks filling the room.
"Should we even bother talking to him now?" I asked, glancing at Luci.
"Don’t waste your breath," Luci said, shaking his head. "He’s gone."
Beel, still munching on his food, glanced over at the commotion. "Is Levi… smiling?" he asked, his mouth full.
"I think he is," I said, genuinely surprised.
Mammon, who had been busy admiring his nymph, finally looked over at the screen. "They’re playing that mortal game? I’ve seen those consoles go for ridiculous prices in the human world. I should start importing them."
"You’re unbelievable," I muttered.
Asmo, meanwhile, was positively glowing. "Isn’t this great? Everyone’s getting what they want. It’s perfect."
"Perfect is a stretch," I said, crossing my arms. "You still haven’t impressed me or Luci."
Asmo shot me a sly grin. "Oh, don’t worry. I’ve saved the best for last."
I exchanged a wary glance with Luci. "Why do I feel like that’s not a good thing?"
"Because it’s Asmo," Luci said flatly. "It’s never a good thing."
I nodded, leaning back in my chair as I watched Asmo stand, radiating an obnoxious level of confidence. He clapped his hands twice, the sound sharp and commanding, and the stage lights dimmed for dramatic effect.
This time, a group of succubi appeared, each dressed in a different style of sexy outfit that left very little to the imagination. They moved in unison, their steps calculated to draw attention, their hips swaying as if every movement was a performance meant to seduce. In the middle of the group was a succubus who stood out—not because of her outfit, but because she wore a mask and a delicate veil that obscured her face entirely. Her horns were hidden, and her aura felt… different. It was subdued yet commanding, like she didn’t need to flaunt power to prove she had it.
The group began to dance, their movements graceful and enticing. The music shifted to something slow and sultry, filling the room with an air of seduction. But as impressive as it all might have been, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I glanced at Luci, and we exchanged a knowing look. His lips curved into a faint smirk, and I mirrored the expression.
"As if stupid things like this could interest me or you," I said, my tone flat and unimpressed.
