Seven Sins System Chapter 541. All-You-Can-F*ck Party

Seven Sins System Chapter 541. All-You-Can-F*ck Party

I wasn’t sure whether to roll my eyes or thank him, so I settled for a noncommittal nod. Asmo always had a way of making his parties simultaneously indulgent and chaotic—like a cross between a mortal rave and a royal gala, but with more debauchery and fewer inhibitions. And, as usual, he was in his element, practically glowing with pride as he surveyed his domain.

Luci’s voice broke through my thoughts, his tone laced with mockery. "So, what are you going to do? Let me guess—orgy again?"

Asmo didn’t even flinch, his grin widening. "Of course! But that’s later, Luci. Not now. This is just the warm-up." He waved his hand theatrically at the throngs of demons dancing, gaming, eating, and, well, doing what demons do best—causing delightful chaos.

I raised an eyebrow, my smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "And your sister’s going to be the star again? What’s her target tonight? Fifty? A hundred?"

Asmo laughed, a musical sound that somehow managed to carry over the noise of the party. "Actually, that’s my target," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Morgana’s not aiming for that tonight."

Luci and I exchanged a glance, a mix of surprise and curiosity passing between us before we both turned back to Asmo. "Okay…" I said slowly. "That’s huge news."

Luci tilted his head, his smirk faltering into something closer to genuine interest. "Wait. Has she… repented or something?"

Asmo snorted, tossing his hair over his shoulder with a dramatic flair. "Repented? Nah, not really. She just has another target tonight."

I folded my arms, leaning in slightly. "Like?"

Asmo held up a hand, cutting off the line of questioning with a grin that was just a little too smug. "Let’s not talk about her, okay? This is my party, and you’re here to relax, not interrogate me about my sister’s life choices."

"Fair enough," I said, leaning back again.

"And anyway," Asmo continued, his grin widening, "you can chill here and, as always, fuck anyone you like. It’s an all-you-can-eat, all-you-can-play, all-you-can-fuck party. Like usual."

Luci rolled his eyes. "Such a generous host."

"But the main show will start later," Asmo added, his tone dropping into something almost conspiratorial. "Mammon’s still buried under those piles of documents, right? And Belphie…" He trailed off, waving a hand lazily. "That guy probably won’t show up until the last minute. Dude would rather sleep with a pile of pillows than join a party. "And Beel…”

Asmo turned, his gaze landing on Beel, who was happily devouring what looked like the entire buffet table. "If he isn’t full, he won’t want to join the event. And if he is full… well, he might still just nap instead. But yeah, I will drag him to join us."

I snorted, glancing over at Levi, who was glued to the gaming setup. His fingers moved frantically over the controller, his eyes narrowed with laser focus. He suddenly let out a frustrated yell. "WHAT?! How does this guy have more points than me? This is unacceptable! Rematch! I want a rematch!"

I smirked, turning back to Asmo. "You really know how to keep them entertained."

Asmo winked. "Oh, I know. And as for you, El~" He gestured toward a setup in the corner of the room. My eyes followed his hand, and I felt my jaw drop.

There, waiting for me, was a massage chair that looked like it had been crafted by the gods themselves. Surrounding it were two succubi therapists, both smiling warmly, a glass of expensive wine on a silver tray, and soft, relaxing music playing in the background. To top it off, a basin of warm water steamed invitingly at its base.

Asmo’s grin widened as he saw my expression. "A full package of relaxation… just for you!"

I blinked, momentarily speechless. Finally, I managed to say, "For my father’s sake… This is perfect."

Asmo clapped his hands together, looking positively delighted. "I know, right? Rage and anger will give you wrinkles, and we can’t have that. You’ll need this to keep up that flawless Crown Prince image."

I gave him a long look, half-annoyed, half-impressed. "You’re insufferable, you know that?"

"And yet you still love me," Asmo quipped, blowing me a kiss.

With a sigh, I made my way to the massage chair, the succubi immediately springing into action. One took the wine glass and offered it to me with a graceful bow, while the other began kneading my shoulders with expert precision.

"Okay," I muttered, leaning back as the chair hummed to life. "I’ll admit… this is nice."

Asmo perched on the arm of the chair, his grin never wavering. "See? I told you. You just need to trust me more."

Luci sauntered over, a glass of wine in hand. "I don’t know, El. This looks suspiciously like you’re letting your guard down."

"I’m relaxing," I shot back. "There’s a difference."

Luci smirked, his gaze flicking to Asmo. "So, what’s the real reason for all this pampering? Feeling guilty about something, Asmo?"

Asmo gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "Guilty? Me? Luci, I’m offended. This is just me being a generous and thoughtful host."

"Right," Luci drawled, clearly unconvinced.

"Come on, Luci," Asmo said, his tone turning wheedling. "You know you love my parties. Admit it."

Luci raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "They’re tolerable. At best."

Asmo pouted, but it was clear he wasn’t really bothered. "Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

I sank deeper into the massage chair. The succubus working on my shoulders had hands like magic—firm but not painful, finding every knot and tension point I didn’t even know I had. Another was working on my feet, her touch so relaxing I almost forgot I was in the middle of a party and not some private spa retreat.

I closed my eyes, letting the warm water swirl around my feet. For a moment, it was just the sound of the music in the background, the quiet hum of the massage chair, and the faint clinking of glasses as demons mingled around us. Pure bliss.

"Hey, Asmo," I called out lazily, not bothering to open my eyes. "What’s the main event tonight?"