Seven Sins System Chapter 558. Fingers Play II

Seven Sins System Chapter 558. Fingers Play II

For a moment, there was silence. Then, I laughed—a low, cold sound that sent a shiver through the room. My amusement was genuine, though laced with a dark edge.

"You want me to turn these into my lust tentacles?" I asked, my tone filled with disdain. "No. Fingering you is more than enough. My d*ck isn’t for sluts who think they can control me. It’s reserved for those who are willing to bind themselves to me by contract. You… as long as you don’t agree to my terms, you’re not getting it."

Her expression shifted, the desperation giving way to frustration. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her blush deepened as she realized I wasn’t going to budge. "That’s not fair," she muttered, her voice laced with annoyance.

"Life isn’t fair," I replied coolly. "You don’t make the rules here. I do."

She looked like she wanted to argue, but before she could open her mouth, I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a commanding whisper. "Now cum for me."

Her eyes widened in shock, and before she could process my words, my tentacles’ movements changed. The surface of each tentacle shifted, small mouths appearing along their lengths. But instead of the sharp teeth I usually reserved for killing enemies, these mouths were soft, their lips plush and inviting. Tongues flicked out, warm and wet, kissing and licking her insides.

Morgana jolted, her body arching as she let out a loud, unrestrained cry. "OAH!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she shattered beneath me. Her entire body trembled violently, her legs giving out completely as she clung to me for balance.

I watched her with a smug smirk, my eyes cold and calculating. Her collapse was inevitable, but it was satisfying nonetheless. My tentacles withdrew slowly, shifting back into regular fingers as I stepped away from her trembling form. She fell to the floor, her body limp and quivering, a stream of liquid dripping from between her legs and pooling beneath her.

"Pathetic," I muttered, my voice barely loud enough for her to hear. I raised my hand, summoning a cloth with my telekinesis. The fabric floated toward me, and I caught it with ease, using it to clean my fingers. My gaze never left her as I wiped away the evidence of her weakness.

Morgana lay on the ground, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted as she tried to form words. "Azrael…" she whispered, her voice raw and shaky. "I…"

I cut her off with a sharp glare, my smirk fading as I stared at her down. "You still don’t get it, do you?" I said coldly. "You can’t control me. You never have, and you never will. If you want to play games, fine. But you’ll play by my rules. Understand?"

She didn’t respond, her body too weak to do much more than tremble beneath me. Her silence was enough.

Asmo, who had been watching the entire exchange with wide eyes and a nervous grin, finally broke the tension with an awkward laugh. "Well," he said, his voice shaky. "That was… something."

I turned to him, my expression hard. "Keep your sister under control, Asmo. Next time, I won’t be so lenient."

"Lenient?" Asmo repeated, holding back a chuckle. "You just destroyed her."

I shot him a sharp look, and he quickly raised his hands in mock surrender, though the grin plastered on his face betrayed his amusement. "I mean it, though," he added, stepping closer. "That was… something. I’ve never seen her react like that before."

He clapped a hand on my shoulder, the grin widening. "Teach me."

I froze for a second, holding back the instinctual cringe that threatened to surface. "Teach you?" I repeated, my voice flat and unamused.

Asmo nodded enthusiastically, completely missing—or ignoring—my lack of interest. "Yeah! That move with the tentacles? The whole ‘Now cum for me’ thing? Genius! I mean, you even made Morgana collapse. I’ve got to learn this."

Luci, who had been quietly sipping his wine, burst into laughter, nearly choking on the drink. He set the glass down quickly, clutching his sides as he doubled over. "Okay, this is hilarious!" he managed between wheezes. "The Lord of Lust… asking the Lord of Wrath for fingering tips? I can’t—Bwahahahaha!"

I glared at Luci, though his laughter only seemed to intensify. "You’re not helping," I muttered, my tone low and annoyed.

Mammon, who had been silently fixated on the nymph he’d claimed earlier, finally snapped. "Guys, can you please keep it down?" he barked, his voice sharp with irritation. "I’m trying to focus here!"

I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Focus on what, exactly? You’ve been staring at her like a treasure chest all night."

Mammon didn’t even flinch, his eyes still glued to the nymph, who stood silently beside him. "Counting," he said simply, his tone matter-of-fact.

"Counting?" Beel chimed in, raising an eyebrow as he shoved another handful of food into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully for a moment before shaking his head. "He’s so gonna auction her off."

Asmo turned to Mammon, his playful demeanor vanishing in an instant. "Don’t you dare," he said, his voice low and threatening. "If you try to sell her, I swear I’ll auction off your entire palace. Down to the last golden spoon."

Mammon glanced at Asmo, his expression unbothered. "You can try," he said with a shrug. "But I doubt you’ll find any buyers for my custom-made luxuries."

Asmo opened his mouth to retort, but I raised a hand, cutting him off. "Enough," I said, my tone sharp. "If you two start bickering, I’m leaving. This whole thing has been chaotic enough without adding your nonsense to it."

Asmo pouted, but he stepped back, raising his hands again. "Fine, fine. No bickering. But seriously, Azrael… you can’t leave yet! The night’s not over."