Seven Sins System Chapter 589. Stop Moaning

Seven Sins System Chapter 589. Stop Moaning

Six long, glistening arms sprouted from my back, fingers flexing in anticipation as if they prepared to do something forbidden.

“Alright, sweetheart,” I sighed. “Let’s make this quick and easy.”

I reached out slowly, letting one hand cradle the statue’s neck, another brace her shoulder, while two others carefully gripped her hips and back. Not in a creepy way, okay? This was surgical, clinical—if the surgery involved six tentacle arms and an unhinged devil prince muttering to himself.

The moment I tried pulling the core out, though, the statue’s voice flared back to life with all the judgment of a disappointed nun.

“Impure one… defiler… your filthy hands—” Somehow, it made me sound like I was about to do something inappropriate to her.

“Oh, shut up!” I groaned, gritting my teeth. “You’re a statue! I’m not trying to do anything weird, I just want your glowy heart thing!”

“You… you desecrate purity! You—”

“Lady, please,” I growled, my hands straining as the core refused to budge. “I’ve touched actual goddesses and they didn’t complain this much.” Yeah, they all kicked me or tried to stab me without a word.

She kept on muttering some nonsense about virtue and spiritual violation while I struggled with the core like I was trying to open a jam jar sealed by the wrath of Heaven itself.

“Purity must be preserved—!”

“I’m not into statues!”

I yanked again, groaning as the hands on her chest trembled from resistance. Two tentacles gripped her more tightly, pressing down to brace me.

“Stop moaning, you marble-faced virgin!”

With a final sharp grunt, I twisted, pulled—and the core popped free with a loud snick!

[White Angelic Crystal Core acquired!]

“Aahhh… finally!” I exhaled, letting out the most dramatic, satisfied groan I could muster. Like I’d just won a five-hour battle, right before the final strike was delivered.

The statue’s glowing eyes faded into dull stone as the rest of her crumbled like a dried biscuit. I held the core in one hand, grinning wickedly, breath still a little heavy.

“That was tight,” I muttered to myself.

And then—

“Azrael?”

My grin dropped.

I turned slowly, like I was in one of those cheesy horror movies, and yeah—there she was.

Puriel.

Standing at the entrance, arms at her sides, face frozen in a look of pure disbelief. Like she’d just walked in on her cat using the toilet but also holding a knife.

“You…” she blinked, voice faint. “How could you do that even to a statue?”

I stared at her, still crouched with the glowing crystal in my hand and six lust-hand tentacles cradling the now-destroyed figure.

We both stayed like that for a second. Silent. Awkward.

“…It’s not what it looks like.”

She squinted, stepping forward. “You have your tentacles cupping her thighs, Azrael.”

“I needed leverage!” I argued, throwing my arms up like that explained everything.

“Leverage?” Puriel repeated, her voice rising an octave—and not in a good way. “It looked like you were… you know…”

I blinked. “Wait. Hold up. Are you seriously implying that I was—” I pointed at the now-headless statue of her likeness, tentacle-hands still hanging lazily by my sides. “You think I was violating a statue?”

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. The expression on her face screamed ‘you’re not denying it convincingly enough’.

“Do you know how hard these cores are to get out without crushing them?!” I added, more desperate now. “They’re embedded deep! I had to brace myself!”

Her eyes narrowed into deadly little slits. “You were moaning.”

“I was grunting! That was a battle noise!”

“Sounded… pleased.”

“It’s called relief,” I snapped, crossing my arms. “Have you ever tried to steal a holy artifact out of a statue made to look like you? It’s not exactly relaxing!”

She stared at me in open disbelief, arms folded tightly across her chest. “You could’ve just waited. We were supposed to go in together.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, well, some of us don’t like sitting through two-hour sermons that call me devil-spawn every five minutes. That place was draining my will to live.”

“I told you to wait until the prayer was over.”

“And I told you I was going to pee!”

She blinked. “...That’s not where the bathroom is.”

“Exactly!” I threw both hands into the air, like that settled the argument. “Why would I go to the bathroom? I was obviously teleporting!”

She rubbed her forehead, muttering something under her breath that probably wasn’t a blessing.

“You’re insufferable.”

“I’m productive.”

She exhaled sharply, her tone completely deadpan now. “You assaulted a marble version of me.”

“Oh for my father’s sake, stop saying it like that!” I barked, more flustered now than I’d ever admit. “I wasn’t assaulting anything. I was doing artifact retrieval. With extreme finesse.”

“Right,” she said flatly.

I shoved the glowing white core into my inventory, A.K. A my Gluttony tentacle, grumbling the whole way.

[White Angelic Crystal Core x2 – Stored]

Puriel crossed her arms again, watching me like a disapproving teacher. “So what, you planning to collect the full set now? Gonna mount them like trophies on your wall?”

“Actually,” I said, flashing her a toothy grin, “I’m going to study them. Maybe crack the formation, figure out what these mortals are cooking up with their little holy meth-lab down here.”

She rolled her eyes like it physically hurt her to hear me speak.

“This is a sacred sanctum.”

I looked around us. The shattered statues. The smoldering pedestal. A divine mural half-charred from a stray tentacle slice.

“Was a sacred sanctum,” I corrected.

She gave me that I should’ve left you in the pit of despair look. Again.

I held up a hand, all innocent. “You’re welcome, by the way. I didn’t kill all of them.”

“You killed most of them.”

“And spared your statue. Sort of.”

She didn’t blink.

“…Okay, okay, so she fell apart. But after I got the core.”

She pointed toward the exit. “Out.”

“What?”