Seven Sins System Chapter 287. Morgana (Patreon)

Seven Sins System Chapter 287. Morgana

With a dramatic sigh, I tilted my head back and let out a mock exasperation. "Well, congratulations. You've just shattered the illusion of my all-powerful, fearsome demon persona," I declared, my tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "I hope you're satisfied now," I added, feigning a wounded expression for comedic effect.

"You just gave me a new perspective on this," she admitted.

Her eyes met mine, and I held her gaze. "Does that new perspective make you feel a bit better?" I inquired, genuinely curious about the impact of my insights on her.

Julia's answer, however, held a tinge of vulnerability that couldn't be ignored. "I'm still afraid though," she confessed, a note of honesty underscoring her words. "But I'm one of you now. And I don't feel any desire to torture or commit crimes. Except…" Julia's voice trailed off, and she cast a sidelong glance in my direction, her eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and something else I couldn't quite decipher. A long exhale left her lips, carrying with it a sense of resignation mingled with intrigue. "Well, I guess I wouldn't mind indulging in a little pleasure with you," she finally admitted, her tone laced with a hint of playfulness.

A chuckle escaped my lips at her confession, and I raised an eyebrow, my lips curving into a mischievous grin. "So, you're saying that you'd only consider being a little wicked if it involves me?" I teased, my gaze locked onto hers, seeking to unravel the layers of her newfound devilish intrigue.

Julia's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and she offered a sheepish smile, as if she had let a secret slip that she hadn't intended to reveal. "I mean, it's not like I'm suddenly craving chaos and mayhem, but there's something oddly appealing about the idea of a devilish adventure," she explained, her fingers toying with a strand of her hair.

A grin still played on my lips. "Ah, I see. The allure of the forbidden, the thrill of dancing on the edge – that's what you're after," I mused.

"You make it sound so dramatic," she said with a soft laugh, shaking her head. "But yeah, there's a certain fascination in the unknown, in tapping into that part of me that I never knew existed until now. But I have to admit, your fetish is kinda—um -- different…" Julia's voice trailed off, the words hesitant and shy as they tumbled from her lips. In the gentle glow of the room, her cheeks took on a delicate flush, and her gaze briefly met mine before darting away.

"Different?" I echoed, my voice dipping into a low, seductive tone. A playful smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I leaned in slightly, intrigued by the turn our conversation had taken. My eyes locked onto her, capturing every nuance of her expression, every flicker of emotion that danced in those eyes.

A nervous laugh escaped her, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement intertwining in the sound. "Yeah, I mean, you have all these, um, tentacles and stuff," she gestured vaguely with her hand, as if trying to convey the complexity of her thoughts. "Your stamina is something else, seriously," she added, her cheeks growing warmer. "And, uh, your size… well, that's definitely something," she admitted, her words growing bolder as she tried to articulate the sensations that clearly overwhelmed her.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her candidness, a genuine smile curving my lips. "Well, I can't argue with any of that," I said, my tone light and amused.

I allowed a playful smirk to dance on my lips. "You're catching on, Julia. After all, I am your master in this realm, and it's only natural for your body to respond to my... presence," I purred, the words carrying a seductive undertone that lingered in the air between us. With deliberate slowness, I lifted a hand to cup her chin, my touch gentle yet electrifying as I traced the line of her jaw.

But just as the world narrowed down to the space between us, an unexpected interruption shattered the spell. A soft sound, a disturbance behind me, and suddenly there was a presence pressing against my back. A warm, embracing hug that seemed to encase me in its grip. I could feel the soft contours of her body, the rise and fall of her breath, and the undeniable familiarity of her touch.

A soft, mischievous chuckle brushed against the nape of my neck, followed by a delicate kiss that sent a shiver down my spine. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was; the distinct aura, the playful demeanor—it could only be Morgana, Asmo’s sister.

My playful expression shifted to a more neutral one, my eyebrows furrowing slightly as I spoke, my voice tinged with a mixture of exasperation and curiosity. "Morgana, what brings you here?" The words carried a tone that spoke of both annoyance and resignation. It wasn't that I disliked Morgana. What irked me was her tendency to waltz into situations without considering the implications, often brushing aside my status as the prince of this realm.

"Aha~ You caught me, Azrael," her voice came in a tone that was both playful and sweet, like a melody that lingered in the air. Her arms remained wrapped around me, the embrace tightening a fraction as if she was reluctant to let go. Her breath brushed against my ear, a tantalizing sensation that sent a shiver down my spine. "You've been distant lately, and I've been missing your tentacles~"

I stepped back from the embrace and turned around, a bemused smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Her presence exuded an aura of both confidence and mischief, a combination that could easily bewilder even the most composed individuals.

Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves, a vivid contrast against the backdrop of her ebony black dress. The fabric clung to her every curve, the neckline plunging just enough to hint at the allure beneath.  Her gaze held a mixture of confidence and allure, her eyes a shade of deep, mesmerizing crimson. Her lips, painted a shade of crimson that matched her eyes, curved into a subtle smile, a knowing expression that suggested she held the upper hand in this dance of seduction.