Seven Sins System Chapter 416. Don’t Push Your Goddess Logic On Me!

Seven Sins System Chapter 416. Don’t Push Your Goddess Logic On Me!

I draped in the casual arrogance and leaned against the bed headboard, a smirk playing on my lips.

"I'm a devil, sweetheart. I'm used to seeing naked bodies. This kind of thing won't even give me a boner," I said, my voice dripping with condescension as I stared at Puriel. The room echoed with my mocking tone. "Unlike a virgin like you who always blushes when she sees a naked boy," I added with a hiss, the words slithering out between my teeth, steeped in scorn.

Puriel's eyes flashed. She glanced at me, her expression etched with a blend of disdain and pity. "I wouldn't be proud if I were you. Being touched and touching a lot of women is not a matter of pride," she sneered back, her voice cutting through the murky air like a silver blade.

A chuckle rumbled in my chest. "It's a matter of pride for the devils since it means we have a lot of experience," I retorted, the relaxed and proud tone of my voice belying the sharpness of our verbal sparring.

Puriel snorted, her displeasure evident in the twist of her lips and the narrowing of her eyes. "Disgusting," she hissed back, her disgust palpable. "A body is the same as an altar. You have to keep the purity and the cleanliness so it will bring in a lot of worshipers," she lectured, her goddess logic clashing violently with my devilish demeanor.

I grimaced, the taste of her words bitter in my mouth. "Then I prefer my altar full of offerings. A clean altar means no one comes and worships me. That sounds pathetic," I shot back, my devil logic standing in stark contrast to her divine ideals.

A long exhale left her lips as she turned to me, her expression unreadable.

“Don’t push your goddess logic on me,” I retorted sharply, the annoyance clear in my tone. “It won’t work. We live in two opposite realms, remember?” My words hung heavy between us, a reminder of the chasm that lay in our very natures.

Puriel’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of disappointment crossing her ethereal face. “I shouldn’t say that to you,” she murmured, more to herself than to me, as her gaze drifted back to the unconscious girls. The sight seemed to anchor her, pulling her back from the edge of our heated exchange to the reality of why we were here together.

That sight only deepened my frown, my mind racing as I watched her. Lately, it had become a pattern—this pushing of her divine logic onto me. Trying to make me understand the dos and don’ts of her realm, drawing lines I had never bothered to see, let alone respect. It felt like she was trying to mold me with her thoughts, to reshape the devil in me into something more palatable to her goddess sensibilities.

Yet, despite our clashes, there was an undeniable truth in her insights. She opened windows to perspectives I hadn’t considered. In her world, a body was sacred, not just another landscape to conquer. While the mortals viewed nudity through a lens of vulnerability and sanctity, not just physicality. My guise as a combat doctor gave me a pass in their eyes. “I’m used to it; it’s just part of the job,” I’d say, and they’d nod, accepting the explanation without further question.

A thought unbidden yet sharp, cut through the clutter of my mind. ‘Is she trying to change me to be a suitable partner for her?’ The idea was absurd, revolting even, but it lingered.

I studied Puriel. Her gaze was fixed on the mortal girls lying unconscious on the bed, their breaths shallow. Her features were etched with a concentration that spoke of deep concern and devotion. The thought of her attempting to mold me into something more palatable, more divine, nagged at me. If our fates were indeed intertwined, if there was a joke that meant we were meant for each other, would I not do the same? Yet, the notion felt like a betrayal of everything I was—a devil, not meant for change.

My gaze sharpened, my eyes flicking back to her with a new intensity. 'But if she has truly fallen for me, why would she want to change me?' I wondered silently. It was a foolish thought, born perhaps out of a hidden desire for acceptance, raw and unfiltered. Yet, despite its folly, it clung to me, a persistent whisper in the depths of my infernal heart.

Puriel sensed my gaze; the slight stiffening of her posture was the only giveaway. Yet, this time, she offered no response, no softening of her features, nor a reproachful look that I had grown accustomed to. Instead, she turned back to the girls, her attention seemingly pulled by something beyond my comprehension. It was as if my very presence had become insignificant, an annoying buzz easily ignored.

A silent scoff escaped me, more a release of frustration than actual amusement. 'Now she acts cold to me. What an annoying woman,' I mused bitterly. Her indifference stung, more than I expected, more than I wanted to admit.

‘Why should I care?’ I muttered internally to myself, a question meant to be rhetorical.

Yet, as much as I tried to dismiss my concern, my thoughts refused to obey. They spiraled, unbidden and relentless. There was something infuriatingly compelling about Puriel's indifference. It gnawed at me, this unexpected and unwelcome investment in her perceptions. Why did her cold shoulder irk me so? Why did her attempt to change me stir such a turbulent sea of feelings within?

I tried to divert my attention but my gaze drifted back to her, watching as her golden hair fell across her face. Despite myself, despite everything, I found my thoughts drifting towards possibilities that should have been absurd. What if there was a middle ground where a devil and a goddess could coexist? What if her changes were not about erasing who I was, but about understanding each other better?