Seven Sins System Chapter 546. My Bitter Wine

Seven Sins System Chapter 546. My Bitter Wine

There stood Asmo, looking genuinely flustered, his red hair disheveled, his skin glistening with sweat… and, oh yeah, he was stark naked. Completely. Naked. His cock was still wet and very much erect, which meant he had probably just teleported straight here from one of his ‘activities.’

For a second, neither of us said anything. We just stared at him in stunned silence. Then, simultaneously, we both spoke.

"For my father’s sake!" I groaned.

"For the king’s sake," Luci muttered, sounding equally disgusted.

Asmo looked at us, confused for a moment before glancing down at himself. "Oh, right," he said casually, as if suddenly realizing he was naked in the middle of his own party. He snapped his fingers, and a loose robe materialized around him, though it didn’t do much to hide the fact that he was still… well, ready for action.

"The hell is wrong with you?" I said, my voice rising slightly. "You said you’d take care of the guests, not—" I gestured vaguely toward him, "—this."

Luci, clearly trying to suppress his rising nausea, turned away and muttered, "Ugh. My wine tastes bitter now." He set the glass down with a look of genuine disappointment.

Asmo, now looking a bit more relaxed, shrugged. "I thought you were going to fight. My servant reported it to me. Said there was tension and you two were about to start tearing each other apart. I rushed over to stop you before things got messy."

"We weren’t going to fight," I said, exasperated. "It was just—"

"A minor disagreement," Luci finished for me. "Standard brotherly banter. Nothing worth interrupting your… whatever you were doing." He waved a hand vaguely in Asmo’s direction, clearly unwilling to dwell on the details.

Asmo grinned sheepishly. "Well, you can never be too careful, right? Last time you two clashed, half of my villa ended up in ruins. Not exactly a fun clean-up job."

I sighed, rubbing my temple. "Fair point. But seriously, Asmo… put some pants on before showing up next time. No one wants to see that."

"Speak for yourself," Asmo said with a wink. "Some of the guests would love it."

Luci made a gagging noise. "Spare us the details."

Asmo chuckled, clearly back in his element now that the crisis—if I could even call it that—was averted. "Fine, fine. But seriously, don’t fight, okay? I worked hard on this party, and I don’t want it ruined."

"Relax," I said, leaning back into the massage chair again. "We’re not fighting. Just… don’t interrupt us next time unless it’s actually important."

Asmo gave a mock salute. "Yes, Your Highness." Then, with one last grin, he sauntered off back into the crowd, his robe barely staying closed as he went.

Luci and I exchanged glances once more, and for the second time that night, we burst out laughing. It wasn’t the kind of laughter we could suppress—it was genuine, uncontrollable, and, honestly, exactly what we needed to break the tension.

"That idiot," Luci said, shaking his head, still chuckling. "Only Asmo could run into a situation like that completely naked and think it’s normal."

"Yeah," I agreed, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. "But hey, at least he cares enough to check on us."

"True," Luci said with a smirk. "Even if he’s the least qualified person to handle conflict resolution."

I nodded, taking another sip of my wine. This time, it didn’t taste bitter.

"Think the main event's starting soon?" Luci asked, glancing around.

"Probably," I said, setting my glass down. "And knowing Asmo, it’s going to be ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" Luci repeated. "Try chaotic. But hey, at least it won’t be boring."

Just as I was about to respond, Mammon appeared out of nowhere on Luci’s side, his sudden arrival so casual it might as well have been choreographed. "I hope it’ll be filled with money," Mammon said, his voice dripping with that signature greed of his.

Luci and I glanced at him in unison. He was dressed in an odd way—a well-tailored black suit… but with no shirt underneath. Just bare skin and a suit jacket, with the sleeves rolled up slightly. He was still wearing trousers, thankfully, but of course, the pièce de résistance was the gleaming, obnoxiously expensive watch on his wrist. It was new. I’d never seen it before, and knowing Mammon, he was already dying to show it off.

I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you’d be the last to arrive. You usually are."

Luci added, eyeing Mammon’s outfit with distaste, "Also, where’s your shirt? Why are you only wearing a suit jacket?"

Mammon smirked and used his telekinesis to pour himself a glass of wine. And, of course, he didn’t pick just any wine—he picked the most expensive bottle on the table. "Why wear a shirt?" he said, taking a leisurely sip. "This party’s practically a sex party. Why waste detergent cleaning something that’s just going to get ruined?"

I exchanged a glance with Luci. Neither of us could believe the sheer weirdness of Mammon’s logic. "You seriously skipped wearing a shirt because you didn’t want to do laundry?" I asked, incredulous.

Mammon shrugged, completely unfazed. "If it weren’t for the fact that I needed to look somewhat respectable, I wouldn’t even bother with the suit. But, you know, appearances and all that."

"You have enough money to buy a new shirt every day," Luci said dryly. "Hell, you could buy a new washing machine every day."

Mammon gave him a look like he was the dumbest demon in the room, which, considering it was Luci, was impressive. "That’s exactly the kind of thinking that keeps mortals broke," Mammon said, adjusting his suit jacket. "Just because I can buy a new shirt every day doesn’t mean I should. That’s how you end up wasting money on useless things."