Seven Sins System Chapter 545. Overpriced Wine

Seven Sins System Chapter 545. Overpriced Wine

"Please," he said, raising his glass in mock salute. "Overpriced wine is for mortals who want to feel important. This is aged essence of pride. You wouldn’t understand."

Before I could retort, Naamah giggled—a soft, playful sound that somehow cut through the rising tension. I thought she’d laugh at the whole back-and-forth between me and Luci. That would have been typical of her. But nope, I was wrong. Completely wrong.

Instead, she leaned closer to me, her eyes gleaming with something more dangerous than curiosity. Mischief. Desire. A mix of both. "You know…" she began, her voice low and sultry. "Somehow, your possessiveness makes me horny."

I blinked, caught off guard for a split second before my usual confidence kicked in. I smirked, leaning back slightly. "Really?"

Naamah didn’t hesitate. She moved in even closer, the faint scent of her intoxicating perfume filling the air. "Yes," she whispered, her lips mere inches from mine. Her fingers trailed from my neck, down my chest, and lower… much lower, until her hand rested just above my crotch.

"Careful, Naamah," I said, my voice calm but firm, though my smirk never faltered. "You’re playing a dangerous game."

Her only response was to lean in further, her mouth brushing against mine. And then, without any more preamble, she kissed me—not a soft, teasing kiss, but something far more intense. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, hot and insistent, and for a moment, I played along, matching her energy, clashing tongues in a battle for dominance.

When she finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connected our mouths. She smiled, her cheeks flushed, whether from genuine excitement or part of her act, I couldn’t tell. "Mmm," she purred, licking her lips. "I knew you’d taste good."

I gave her a flat stare, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Nice try," I said, my tone unimpressed. "But I’m not falling for that trick."

Naamah’s confident smirk faltered ever so slightly, the shift barely noticeable to anyone who didn’t know her well. But I did. "What trick?" she asked innocently, though her tone was just a little too defensive.

"You think I don’t know what you’re doing?" I said, leaning forward, my eyes locked on hers. "You’re trying to rattle me. Get under my skin. Maybe even get me to do something impulsive. But I’m not part of Asmo’s ‘all-you-can-fuck’ buffet. You’d have better luck with an incubus. Or Asmo himself."

For a split second, the smirk vanished entirely from her face, replaced by something I couldn’t quite place—annoyance? Embarrassment? It didn’t matter. She masked it quickly, but not quickly enough for me to miss it.

Luci, meanwhile, was struggling to keep a straight face. He took a long sip of his wine, his shoulders shaking slightly as he tried—and failed—to stifle a laugh. "Oh, this is rich," he said, finally letting out a chuckle. "Naamah, seduced and rejected. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that happen before."

"Shut up, Luci," Naamah snapped, shooting him a glare. But her usual playful tone was gone, replaced by something sharper.

"Don’t take it personally," I said, reclining back in the massage chair once more. "It’s not about you. It’s about me. I don’t share, and I don’t play games like that. I will fuck whoever I want to fuck. But not you tonight."

Naamah folded her arms, clearly displeased. "Fine," she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder with an exaggerated huff. "You’re no fun."

"I’m plenty of fun," I said with a smirk. "Just not the kind you’re looking for tonight."

For a moment, the tension hung in the air, thick and palpable. But then Naamah sighed, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "You really are impossible."

"I’ve been told that before," I replied.

Luci, still grinning like the smug bastard he was, raised his glass again. "To Azrael—the most stubborn Lord of Wrath I’ve ever known. May his temper never dull and his rejection skills remain unmatched."

I gave him a side-eye, but instead of snapping back, I smirked and flicked my finger. With a little telekinesis, a fresh glass of wine floated over to me. I caught it mid-air, raised it toward Luci, and said, "Cheers."

"Cheers," Luci echoed, tapping his glass against mine. We drank in unison, savoring the moment of shared smugness.

Meanwhile, Naamah, who had been silently stewing in her mild defeat, finally had enough. She crossed her arms, gave us both a look that could curdle milk, and turned on her heel. Without another word, she strutted off into the crowd, her robes swaying dramatically behind her.

The second she was gone, Luci and I exchanged glances. There was a brief pause, and then—

"Pfft!" I couldn’t hold it in, and neither could he. We both burst out laughing.

"She looked so pissed," Luci said between chuckles, wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye.

"Of course she was," I replied, still grinning. "She thought she could pull one over on me. Classic Naamah."

"You really know how to ruin a demoness’s night," Luci said, shaking his head in mock admiration. "First, you reject her advances. Then, you make her leave in a huff. What’s next? Declaring war on her pride?"

I shrugged, leaning back into the massage chair. "Hey, I didn’t ask her to come flirt with me. That was her mistake."

Luci smirked, swirling the wine in his glass. "You’re hopeless. You act like you don’t enjoy the attention, but deep down, you love it."

"Yeah, right," I said, rolling my eyes. "Unlike you, I don’t need an entourage feeding my ego every five minutes."

"Jealousy doesn’t suit you," Luci shot back with a grin. “It’s Levi’s job.”

Before our banter could escalate any further, a familiar voice cut through the air, laced with both irritation and panic. "Okay, stop, guys! Please, don’t fight and destroy my party!"

Luci and I turned toward the source of the voice, and—well, let’s just say it wasn’t what we were expecting.