Seven Sins System Chapter 388. Don't Be Horny!

Seven Sins System Chapter 388. Don't Be Horny!

Once again, the kidnappers lifted our unconscious bodies from the floor. The rough handling I experienced was reminiscent of our previous abduction. With callous disregard for my well-being, one of them grasped me roughly, dragging my limp form across the cold, hard ground. The force of his grip left bruises in its wake, adding to the discomfort.

Meanwhile, Puriel received somewhat gentler treatment, though it was still far from considerate. Two of the kidnappers approached her, each seizing a different part of her body. One clasped her top, while the other took hold of her leg, lifting her with a modicum of care compared to the treatment I endured. Despite the relative restraint shown towards her, the indignity of being manhandled was undeniable.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration at the blatant disparity in their treatment of us. Yeah, I already pretended to be dying but they still did this to me. I would be dead if I were a real mortal. Clearly, they didn't understand gender equality. This was so unfair!

Despite the injustice of it all, I forced myself to remain passive, knowing that any overt resistance would only jeopardize our chances of success. Clinging to the hope that our ruse would soon yield results, I endured the indignity in silence.

‘Heh, mortals,’ I scoffed internally, unable to resist a smug sense of superiority even in my supposed state of unconsciousness. It was hard not to feel a twinge of amusement at their crude handling of us.

They whisked us away from our cell. It became evident that our destination was not the yard, but rather the garage. A van awaited us there, its doors open and ready to receive its cargo. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the predictability of it all.

With a rough shove, they deposited me into the van first, the impact sending a jolt of discomfort through my body as I collided with the unforgiving floor. It was far from a gentle landing, but then again, what part of this ordeal had been?

Next came Puriel, tossed onto me without ceremony as if we were little more than objects to be transported. I suppressed a groan of discomfort as her weight pressed down on me. My body served as her cushion. It was like déjà vu, except this time, the situation felt even more precarious than before.

It was like a scene from a slapstick comedy gone horribly wrong. Our positions were completely upside down to each other, with her face pressed against my legs and her body sprawled awkwardly across mine. It was an uncomfortable tangle of limbs, made even worse by the fact that her crotch was perilously close to my face.

But perhaps the most mortifying part of all was the way her chest pressed against my groin, her breasts uncomfortably close to my nether regions. Each bump and jostle of the van sent a ripple of sensation through my body, making the situation even more awkward and uncomfortable.

To make matters worse, the van itself was far from pristine. It was dirty and unkempt, with grime coating every surface and an unpleasant odor hanging in the air. It was not exactly the kind of environment conducive to close quarters with a goddess, or a devil.

The awkwardness of our situation only seemed to intensify. Our bodies pressed tightly against each other in the cramped space.

‘For my father's sake, what kind of trial is this?!’ I groaned inwardly, feeling like I'd stumbled into some bizarre joke. Here I was, a devil known for reveling in chaos and mischief, and yet I found myself in a situation that even I couldn't find the humor in. It was ironic, to say the least.

As much as I relished the idea of getting under Puriel's skin with our awkward predicament, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this was far from ideal. Sure, it was entertaining to imagine her discomfort though. Puriel was likely feeling far more uncomfortable than I was.

The goons shuffled into the van, their presence only adding to the cramped confines of the vehicle. With a grunt and a slam, the door was shut, sealing us in. As the engine roared to life, the vibrations sent a jolt through the van, setting the stage for what would undoubtedly be an uncomfortable journey.

With each bump and turn of the road, our bodies were subjected to an incessant dance of friction and contact. The van's worn-out suspension did little to cushion the blows, and every movement only served to exacerbate our predicament.

The musty smell of old upholstery filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of oil and sweat. It was a far cry from the luxury I was accustomed to, but in that moment, I found myself strangely grateful for the distraction it provided. Anything to take my mind off the awkwardness of our situation.

Despite the discomfort, I couldn't help but notice the subtle warmth of Puriel's body pressed against mine. It was an unexpected sensation, one that I found strangely comforting amidst the chaos of our circumstances. But I dared not voice such thoughts aloud, lest I provoke her ire and risk blowing our cover.

‘Don't be horny. Don't be horny. Don't be horny,’ I repeated to myself like a mantra, hoping to quell the rising tide of desire that threatened to consume me. It was a futile effort, I knew, but I had to try.

Sure, if Puriel were a succubus, my devilish instincts might not be so hard to resist. After all, I had done it plenty of times in the past. But she was different, a goddess with powers that could turn my lust into literal ashes. The thought alone was enough to send a shiver down my spine.

Her words in the cell, about melting my manhood with her divine power, echoed in my mind, a stark reminder of the danger that lay in giving in to temptation. Even if it sounded like a joke, I knew better than to underestimate her abilities. The goddess of chastity was not to be trifled with.

And yet, despite the warning bells ringing in my head, my body betrayed me, yearning for her touch in a way that defied reason. It was a maddening contradiction, one that left me torn between desire and self-preservation.