Seven Sins System Chapter 563. Lost Track

Seven Sins System Chapter 563. Lost Track

The party had spiraled into something far beyond its initial chaos, stretching into the long hours of the night. The music never stopped, the wine never stopped flowing, and the demons never seemed to run out of energy. If anything, the later it got, the more alive they became. Conversations overlapped, laughter echoed through the chambers, and Asmo, being Asmo, kept finding new ways to entertain himself—whether it was with games, drinks, or the company he’d invited for the night.

I lost track of how much wine I drank.

I lost track of how many times Asmo tried to rope me into something ridiculous.

I lost track of how many times Mammon ranted about investments, Luci rolled his eyes, or Levi shouted at his game.

Somewhere along the way, Belph fell asleep mid-drink, Beel probably consumed an entire banquet table worth of food, and Morgana, for all her dramatics, had eventually slinked away to find new trouble to get into.

By the time I finally slipped away, it was deep into the night—maybe even morning. I didn’t care enough to check. I just needed out.

Of course, I couldn’t just go home.

I had a promise to keep.

So instead of heading straight to my own place, I found myself teleporting directly to my sister’s palace. It wasn’t as grand as my own estate, but it had that eerie, dark aesthetic that suited her perfectly—high ceilings, obsidian floors, and dark velvet curtains that kept everything in an eternal twilight.

She was waiting for me, leaning against the edge of her bed, a slow smirk playing at her lips. "I thought you’d try to run," she purred, tilting her head. "But you did come. Just like I knew you would."

I exhaled sharply, already regretting agreeing to this. "I don’t break promises."

Her smirk widened. "Good."

And yeah, she meant business.

She had me for six hours. Six. The way she pushed me, the way she demanded me—it was relentless. No moment of rest, no chance to breathe, no room for hesitation. She wanted my tentacles, and she wanted all of them. She wanted me to wreck her, to claim every inch of her body, to make sure she felt every second of what she’d been waiting for.

And she did.

She took every bit of me, over and over, her moans bouncing off the walls as I filled her again and again. She clung to me, twisted beneath me, arched against me, demanding more each time. It was raw, messy, intoxicating—an exchange that left her completely satisfied while leaving me feeling like I’d been wrung dry.

I lost count of how many times she climaxed, but by the end, she was limp against me, soaked in my seed, her body trembling from exhaustion and pleasure. Her nails raked down my chest as she gave me a satisfied, dreamy smile. "That’s a good brother," she murmured.

I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to collapse. "Finally satisfied?"

"For now," she whispered, stretching her sore limbs. "You paid for making me wait."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered and sat up. "Great. Now I’m going to sleep."

At least, that was the plan.

But just when I thought I could finally rest, just when I thought my night was over—I wasn’t even out of bed before Ivy showed up.

She waltzed into the room like she owned the place. Her eyes glowed in the dim light, and that smirk on her lips told me everything I needed to know.

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Not now."

But Ivy only chuckled, her hands trailing over my shoulders as she leaned in. "Oh, but I just got here," she whispered against my ear. "And you know I hate being ignored."

My sister, still sprawled on the bed, grinned lazily. "You should let her join," she mused. "It’s only fair."

I turned my glare to her. "You’re not helping."

She giggled, resting her chin in her hand. "I wasn’t trying to."

And that’s how I got roped into another three hours of absolute madness.

I didn’t even know how long we went for. At that point, time had stopped making sense. It was all heat and pressure, slick skin against slick skin, tangled limbs, and gasping breaths. Ivy and Lily took turns riding me, their bodies pressing against mine as they let my tentacles play with them in ways only I could. Their moans filled the air, mixed with my groans, mixed with the sound of flesh against flesh, mixed with the clinking of glasses when Ivy insisted on drinking wine while riding me.

It was chaotic.

It was relentless.

And by the end, I was done.

I barely had the strength to move because of my sleepiness, but somehow, I managed to pull myself from the tangle of bodies as I teleported toward my bath chamber. The second my feet hit the warm water of my wine jacuzzi, I groaned in relief, sinking into the heat.

‘Finally!’

I leaned my head back, closing my eyes as the tension in my muscles started to ease. The scent of wine filled the air, rich and intoxicating. The warmth seeped into my skin, washing away the remnants of everything that had just happened.

For a brief, fleeting moment, I could breathe.

I could relax.

Until Ivy’s voice broke through my peace.

"You look exhausted."

I cracked one eye open, glaring at her as she leaned over the edge of the tub, her smirk still in place.

She giggled. "Poor thing."

"Leave me alone, Ivy," I muttered, letting my head fall back again.

She didn’t.

Instead, she climbed in.

I groaned. "Seriously?"

She hummed in amusement, sinking into the wine beside me. "What? It’s not like I’m asking for round fourteen."

"You better not be."

She smirked, tilting her head. "No promises."

I sighed, closing my eyes again. I was too tired to argue.

The party had been chaotic.

The night had been insanity.

But at least, for now, I could soak in the warmth, let the exhaustion take over, and—if I was lucky—get some damn sleep.

Maybe.