Seven Sins System Chapter 527. I Have a Different Moral Code

Seven Sins System Chapter 527. I Have a Different Moral Code

Her eyes darted to me—completely naked, standing under the shower—and immediately widened in panic. She turned away so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet. “I—uh—you could have warned me!” she stammered, her face as red as a sunrise.

Her gaze landed on the mirror opposite the shower, and the reflection of me wasn’t much better for her composure. With a strangled squeak, she whipped her head in the other direction, staring resolutely at the wall.

I chuckled, the sound echoing softly in the bathroom. “You know,” I said, grabbing the soap and lathering up, “you can watch if you want. I don’t mind. No need to be shy. I’m not mortal. I have a different moral code.”

“Stop saying nonsense!” she shot back, her voice tight with embarrassment. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

I smirked, enjoying the way her composure cracked just enough to make her seem less like an untouchable angel and more like… well, a person. “It’s your loss,” I said with a shrug, letting the water rinse off the soap. “I mean, if we really do have to get married someday, at least this way you’d already know ‘my size’ and what you’re dealing with.”

Her sputtering response was immediate. “What!? W-Why would you—No one’s talking about marriage! And I wouldn’t—”

I raised an eyebrow, interrupting her with an amused tone. “Wouldn’t what? Look? Or marry me?”

She turned her head just enough to glare at me out of the corner of her eye, still careful to avoid looking directly at me. “Both,” she snapped, though the blush on her cheeks betrayed her bravado.

I laughed, leaning against the shower wall. “Relax, Puriel. I’m just teasing. Mostly.”

Her shoulders sagged slightly, though she still refused to face me fully. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, crossing her arms.

“And yet, you’re still here,” I pointed out, turning off the shower and grabbing a towel. I stepped out, the water dripping from my hair as I wrapped the towel loosely around my waist. “So, what’s the real reason you’re so worked up? Is it the agreement? Or something else?”

She finally turned, though her gaze stayed stubbornly fixed on my face. “The agreement, obviously,” she said, her tone exasperated. “You didn’t explain anything. What kind of agreement lets you… get servants?”

“Loyal servants,” I corrected, stepping past her to grab another towel to dry my hair. “And it’s not as sinister as you’re imagining. It’s just a mutual arrangement.”

Puriel’s eyes narrowed. “Mutual? I doubt the ‘Lord of Wrath’ does anything without taking more than he gives.”

I smirked, drying my hair with slow, deliberate motions. “Let’s just say the benefits are… balanced. They get power and protection. I get their loyalty. It’s not that complicated.”

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t even know why I bother. Every time I think I understand you, you do something ridiculous like this.”

“Ridiculous?” I echoed, feigning offense. “You wound me, Puriel. I thought you admired my efficiency.”

Her glare softened slightly, though she still looked unimpressed. “Efficiency isn’t the word I’d use.”

I shrugged, tossing the towel onto the rack and heading toward the door. “Call it what you want. But it works.”

Puriel’s glare followed me as I stepped out of the bathroom, the tension in her posture unmistakable. She was clearly trying to hold back whatever sharp remark was on the tip of her tongue, but her expression gave her away.

“And yeah,” I added casually, glancing over my shoulder as I walked toward my bed. “If you’re wondering whether I had sex with those vampires… Yes, I did. That was my way of tying them down.”

Her response was immediate. “So you did it again,” she said, her voice low but taut with restrained anger. She followed me into the room, her fists clenched at her sides.

“Yes,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed, my tone completely unapologetic. “They are Red’s daughters, after all.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she took a step closer, pointing an accusing finger at me. “Katrina and Penelope? That’s worse!” she exclaimed, her voice rising. “Do you even think before you act?”

I leaned back on my hands, my smirk widening as I met her gaze. “Of course, I think,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “Why do you think it worked so perfectly?”

Her jaw tightened, her teeth grinding audibly as she tried to process my words. “That’s not the point!” she snapped. “You can’t just… do that with everyone you want to control!”

“Why not?” I countered, my tone calm but firm. “It’s effective. It strengthens the bond, ensures their loyalty, and eliminates any chance of betrayal. Besides, it’s not like they were forced into it. They agreed.”

“That doesn’t make it better!” she shot back, throwing her hands up in frustration. “You’re the Lord of Wrath, not some… incubus!”

I laughed at that, the sound rich and genuine. “You’re giving me too much credit,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m efficient, Puriel. Not an idiot. This isn’t about indulgence—it’s about strategy.”

She crossed her arms, her glare unwavering. “It still doesn’t make it right.”

I tilted my head, studying her for a moment. There was something more behind her anger, something deeper. “You’re not mad because of what I did,” I said slowly, my smirk softening into a knowing smile. “You’re mad because of who I did it with.”

She stiffened, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “That’s not—”

“Admit it,” I interrupted, leaning forward slightly, my voice dropping to a softer, more teasing tone. “You’re jealous.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she took a step back, her arms tightening across her chest. “I am not jealous,” she insisted, though her voice lacked its usual conviction.

I stood, taking a step closer to her, my smirk widening as she instinctively retreated. “You don’t have to lie to me, Puriel,” I said, my tone playful but laced with a hint of seriousness. “It’s written all over your face.”