Seven Sins System Chapter 551. Sharing Gone Wrong

Seven Sins System Chapter 551. Sharing Gone Wrong

We were all ready to call this so-called VIP event a bust. It wasn’t as we expected. Asmo’s idea of entertainment was as too predictable—dancing succubi, shameless flirtation, and way too much personal information about his sex life. It was starting to feel more like one of his personal harems-on-display shows than anything meant for us.

But just as Luci finished muttering, Asmo clapped his hands twice, the sharp sound echoing through the dimly lit room. Another succubus appeared on the stage, but this one… well, this one was different.

She wasn’t wearing one of those ridiculous skimpy outfits. Nope. She was dressed in nothing but an apron—a cute, frilly apron that somehow managed to cover just enough to keep things… interesting. In her hands, she carried a gleaming kitchen set, complete with pots, pans, and utensils. And then, to everyone’s surprise, she started cooking.

The moment the scent hit the air, I had to admit—even I was intrigued. The rich aroma of something delicious wafted through the room, a perfect blend of spices and whatever hellbeast meat she was using. It was mouthwatering, and judging by the way Beel’s eyes widened, he was thinking the same thing.

For the first time all night, Beel actually looked away from his personal feast and turned his full attention to the stage. His eyes gleamed with an intensity that only came out when food was involved.

"That looks… delicious," Beel said, his voice low and hungry, as if he hadn’t already devoured enough food for a small army.

The succubus, clearly noticing his reaction, winked at him and gave an exaggerated stir of whatever she was cooking in the pot. The scent grew stronger, and even though I wasn’t a glutton like Beel, I couldn’t deny it smelled damn good.

I turned to Luci, who was watching the scene with mild amusement. "Well, looks like someone finally caught Beel’s attention."

"Figures," Luci said, smirking. "All it took was food."

Mammon, of course, was already calculating something in his head. "That kitchen set looks expensive," he muttered. "Wonder if I could strike a deal to sell something like that to mortals. High-end hell cookware… could be a hit."

I ignored Mammon’s nonsense and focused on Beel, who was practically leaning forward in his seat now, his eyes locked on the succubus like she was the only thing in the room.

"You want her, Beel?" Asmo asked with a grin, clearly pleased with the succubus’s performance. "All you have to do is light the torch."

Beel didn’t even hesitate. With a flick of his hand, he sent a pulse of demonic energy into the torch beside him, instantly lighting it. The flame roared to life, casting a warm glow over him and his pile of food.

The succubus smiled, clearly delighted by his reaction. She gave the pot one last stir before lifting it off the stove and gracefully making her way down from the stage. She didn’t saunter or strut like the others had—no, she walked with purpose, carrying the pot like it was the most precious thing in the world.

She stopped in front of Beel, set the pot down on the table beside him, and gave a small, respectful bow. "For you, my Lord of Gluttony," she said softly.

Beel’s grin was wide, almost childlike in its excitement. He grabbed a spoon and immediately dug into the dish, his eyes lighting up the moment he tasted it. "Mmm," he groaned, his voice filled with genuine satisfaction. "This is… amazing!"

I couldn’t help but smirk. "Looks like someone’s in love."

Beel didn’t even glance up, too busy devouring the meal. "If love tastes like this, then yeah, I am."

The succubus giggled softly, clearly pleased with his reaction. She took a seat beside him, her apron still managing to somehow stay in place, and began serving more food from the pot. Beel, for once, looked genuinely happy—not just because of the food, but because someone had catered perfectly to his one true passion in life.

Luci raised an eyebrow. "Well, that was easy. We’ve spent half the night being bored out of our minds, and all it took to impress Beel was a succubus with cooking skills."

"To be fair," I said, "it’s Beel. Food is literally his weakness."

"More like his religion," Luci muttered.

Mammon, still caught up in his own world, leaned forward, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "I could start a new business—luxury succubi chefs. Cook by day, seduce by night. There’s a market for this, I can feel it."

"Don’t you ever stop thinking about money?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Mammon smirked. "Nope. Why would I? Money is life."

Asmo, meanwhile, looked positively thrilled. "See? Now this is how you throw a VIP party. Food, fun, and maybe a little romance," he said, winking in Beel’s direction.

Beel didn’t respond. He was too busy enjoying his meal, occasionally grunting in satisfaction as the succubus served him another portion. Her hand touched Beel here and there once in a while, signaling what she wanted from Beel.

Levi, who had been glued to his phone all night, finally looked up long enough to notice what was happening. "So… are we just going to sit here while Beel has his own private dinner date, or is there more to this party?"

Asmo gave him a mischievous grin. "Oh, don’t worry, Levi. Your turn’s coming up soon."

Levi frowned, clearly not thrilled by the implication. "Great. Can’t wait to see what disaster you’ve cooked up for me."

"Relax," Asmo said, waving a hand dismissively. "It’s all in good fun. Just enjoy the show."

I sighed, leaning back in my chair once more. As much as I hated to admit it, Asmo had managed to entertain at least one of us. Beel was happy, Mammon was scheming, and Luci was… well, Luci.

"Think he’ll ever stop eating long enough to talk to her?" I asked, glancing at Beel.

Luci snorted. "Doubt it. The only thing Beel loves more than food is… nope, just food."

"At least someone’s having a good time," I muttered.