Seven Sins System Chapter 600. Unholy I

Seven Sins System Chapter 600. Unholy I

Our lips collided, and for a moment, everything else dropped away. No glowing thread. No cryptic scent sweet enough to drug the air. Just the press of her mouth on mine, firm and open and real.

Her fingers curled into the front of my armored skin, dragging me down like she couldn’t get close enough. Her wings flared once, then trembled—off balance and undone in a way I’d never seen. She wasn’t divine in that moment. She was desperate.

And unholy hell help me, so was I.

The pulse in my chest—the molten core of wrath that usually only responded to battle cries and firestorms—flared.

Not in fury.

In hunger.

Not just lust.

But connection.

The kiss deepened, and I lost count of how many thoughts I shoved aside to keep up. Her lips moved like she had something to prove, something she couldn’t admit with words. And I answered without hesitation—because what else could I do?

I matched her fire.

One hand tangled in her hair, claws brushing her scalp. The other wrapped around her waist, holding her to me like the cave might try to steal her again. My body moved on instinct—too fast, too close—but damn it, it felt right.

She tasted like divine magic and holy storms. Sweet and sharp and too much for someone like me. And yet, here we were. Locked in a kiss that made the whole cave feel like it was watching.

No.

Reacting.

Because that pulse?

It got faster. Louder.

The walls didn’t shake, but the air did.

The glowing crack above us pulsed too—soft moonlight deepening into violet and gold, flickering with every gasp we shared. The scent in the air thickened, coating my tongue, wrapping around my lungs like silk dipped in sin.

And then she pulled back.

Barely.

Just an inch.

Her breath hitched. Our lips still brushed. Her eyes locked on mine like she didn’t recognize herself anymore.

“…I don’t know why I did that,” she whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked.

I stared at her, my thoughts flickering between ‘what the hell, do it again,’ and ‘stop breathing so hard before you combust’.

She looked shaken. Blushing. Torn between guilt and something else she wasn’t saying.

But did I let her stop it?

Hell, no.

“You love me. That’s why,” I said, voice low and sure—like it was a damn fact carved into fate.

She opened her mouth—probably to argue. Maybe to deny it. But before any of that happened?

I kissed her again.

Not soft. Not hesitant.

Deep.

I went in with everything. Tongue and all. And yeah—devilish tongue, if I really wanna get specific. I didn’t hold back, didn’t try to be gentle. Not because I didn’t care, but because I knew she could take it. Hell, she wanted it. Even if she hadn’t admitted it out loud yet, her body? It already had.

And damn it, I was a good kisser.

I didn’t know how I’d never done this in my true form before—maybe because kissing and wrath demons didn’t really go hand-in-hand—but this?

This was a whole new experience.

Her lips were hot.

She gasped into the kiss, and I took the chance to explore deeper.

And of course, instinct kicked in.

No way my hands were staying in one place. They slid down—waist, hips, the curve of her lower back. My claws stayed sheathed, careful, slow, deliberate. I didn’t want to scare her. Not now. Not when she was melting into me like this.

My tentacles?

Yeah, they dropped the whole wrath-blade intimidation act. No razor edges. No sharp ends. Just smooth, supple coils—demonic and strange, but completely in sync with what my body wanted.

And they started moving.

One curled around her waist, holding her firm. Another slid along her thigh, teasing without pressure. A third grazed her back, just under her armor, tracing the line of her spine with lazy interest.

Funny thing?

She usually hates my tentacles. Always made that grossed-out face and swatted them away like they were cursed snakes.

But now?

No pushback. No gagging sounds. No high-kick to the groin.

She didn’t do anything to stop me.

Didn’t pull away.

Didn’t protest.

Instead?

She moaned into the kiss.

Opened her mouth wider.

And stuck her tongue into my mouth like she was trying to turn the tables and devour me right back.

And holy shit.

Puriel had never seen this side of her goddess before.

I had never seen this side of her before.

She was always so composed. Cold. The embodiment of restraint with a sword and a smite for anyone who stepped too close. But now?

Now she was breathless. Blushing. Still tangled in my arms, her lips swollen from our kiss, eyes hazy like she wasn’t entirely sure where the line between divine and desire even was anymore.

And me?

I wasn’t much better.

I was panting. My chest burned—not from power, but from desire. A raw, stupid, overwhelming need to feel her. Not through layers of armor or holy light, but skin. Bare, real, vulnerable.

My hands trembled as they slid down the curve of her waist, my fingers hooking beneath the edge of her armor. The metal was still warm from her body, glowing faintly with residual divine energy. And I should’ve hesitated. I should’ve thought about what I was doing.

She might kill me for it.

But… I didn’t care.

I tugged.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Like peeling away the last defense of a woman who didn’t know if she was supposed to run or collapse into me again.

And she didn’t stop me.

She didn’t lift her sword or slap me or shout some dramatic vow of chastity.

She just… watched.

Watched me undo her armor, piece by glowing piece, until the cool air of the cave kissed her bare skin and she shivered in my hands.

I swallowed hard.

Her skin was golden in the faint light—like moonlight brushed over silk. Soft. Almost glowing. She was divine, no doubt about it. But in that moment? She wasn’t untouchable.