Seven Sins System Chapter 564. Wine Bath

Seven Sins System Chapter 564. Wine Bath

Luckily, Ivy didn’t demand more.

Instead, she took it upon herself to actually let me rest, something I hadn’t expected from her. She sat beside me in the warm wine bath, running her hands over my shoulders, kneading out the knots that had built up over the past however many hours of absolute madness. I had no complaints. Every so often, her lips brushed against my skin—a lingering kiss on my jaw, a teasing press against my neck—but she didn’t push further.

It wasn’t about sex.

For once.

Every now and then, she reached for the wine, tipping the glass to my lips, making sure I drank without even lifting a finger. And when she wasn’t giving me wine, she slipped pieces of devil fruit into my mouth—her way, of course, which meant transferring them from her mouth to mine. Normal, at least for us. I didn’t complain.

With every slow sip, every soft press of her fingers into my muscles, I finally felt myself unwind. My body loosened, the exhaustion dulling into something manageable rather than suffocating. This… this was peace.

Eventually, I dragged myself out of the wine, drying off in lazy movements before heading toward my bed. No, I wasn’t dressed. I didn’t need to be. Devils didn’t wear pajamas to sleep—at least, not real devils. That was some mortal nonsense. Besides, my chamber was always kept at the perfect temperature. My sheets were silk, my mattress was massive, and my body needed rest more than anything else at that moment.

And I slept.

For a few hours.

Until I woke up to a very familiar sensation.

A tight grip on my waist. The slow drag of heat moving against me. Soft, breathy moans filling the space above me.

I opened my eyes, blinking blearily against the dim lighting of my room. And yeah—there she was.

Ivy.

Straddling my hips, moving on top of me with an expression of pure bliss, her head tilted back, her lips parted, her fingers pressed against my chest as she rode me in slow, deliberate movements.

I exhaled, dragging a hand down my face. "Really?"

She smirked down at me, her golden eyes hazy with pleasure. "You looked too good to resist."

Of course she did.

I was supposed to rest. But at the same time, the way she felt, the way she moved—it was impossible to ignore. The heat, the pressure, the slow friction of her grinding down against me—it pulled something from me, something raw and instinctual, something that made my fingers dig into her hips.

"Fine," I muttered, my voice husky from sleep. "One last round."

Her grin widened, and she leaned down, pressing her lips against mine as she began to move with purpose.

And damn if she didn’t make it worth it.

By the time it was over, Ivy curled up beside me for a moment, pressing lazy kisses against my skin, but I forced myself to move.

I had things to do.

I had to return to the mortal realm.

So after cleaning myself up, I had my first real meal in what felt like days, dressed in my usual attire, and made my way to the portal gate.

I didn’t look back.

The transition between realms was always seamless for me—one moment, I was stepping through the portal, and the next, I was standing in the academy dorm. The air was different here, thinner, lacking the natural energy of the Underworld, but it was familiar. It grounded me.

The sky outside was still laced with early dawn hues, the city quiet, the academy still in its sleeping hours. I exhaled, rolling my shoulders as I adjusted to the shift.

Then I turned toward my desk.

And froze.

Because there, slumped over my desk, was Puriel.

I blinked, wondering for a moment if I had somehow stepped into her room instead of mine, but no. This was definitely my space—my books, my clothes, my scent.

Yet there she was.

Asleep.

Her long hair spilled over my desk, her face resting against her folded arms, her breathing slow and steady. She looked… peaceful. Her usual guarded expression was gone, replaced by something soft, something vulnerable.

And I had no idea what the hell she was doing here.

I stepped closer, careful not to make a sound.

There were traces of magic around her, faint but noticeable—likely an enchantment of some kind, though not a hostile one. A protection spell, maybe? Or something to keep her from being found easily?

I frowned, tilting my head as I studied her.

‘How long had she been here?’

And more importantly—

‘Why?’

I reached out, pressing a single finger against her shoulder, giving her a light nudge. "Puriel."

She didn’t stir.

I tried again. "Hey."

Still nothing.

I sighed, dragging a hand down my face. Great. I just got back, and now I had to deal with this.

I had questions.

And I was going to get my answers.

Or at least, that was the plan.

I was just about to shake her awake again when she mumbled something in her sleep, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Don’t go..."

I froze.

Her voice was soft, tinged with sadness, like she was lost in some dream she didn’t want to wake up from. And the way she said it—it wasn’t just a meaningless phrase. No, it was something old, something filled with the weight of years, something that carried the echoes of a past neither of us talked about anymore.

I knew exactly what she was dreaming about.

When we were kids.

When we were torn apart without warning.

When neither of us understood why.

I clenched my jaw, my body still as I stared down at her.

I should’ve laughed. I should’ve teased her about it. It would’ve been the devil thing to do. But for some reason, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.

I let out a quiet, frustrated sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. "Ugh... this is why devils can’t fall in love," I muttered to myself.