Seven Sins System Chapter 348. Partners in Crime

Seven Sins System Chapter  348. Partners in Crime

"But why do you look like you don't mind that? I mean, you look relaxed and unbothered by it," Rachel questioned, her forehead creased in confusion.

I chuckled at her perplexity, gesturing to the vacant space on my lap. "Well, take a seat, and I'll spill the beans," I invited, patting my lap a couple of times.

As if seizing an opportunity, Evie swiftly claimed the offered spot on my lap. Her casual ease mirrored my own nonchalant demeanor. Her hands naturally found their place around my neck, an intimate gesture that underscored our connection.

"Hmm," I began, considering Rachel's inquiry. "I can't say that I'm not bothered by it, though. But we have become partners in crime," I admitted with a casual tone, the implications of our unusual alliance hanging in the air.

Rachel, still standing, shot us a bemused glance. "Partners in crime?" she echoed, her curiosity piqued. Since Evie had claimed her position on my lap, Rachel adjusted, deciding to stand on my other side. Leaning against my shoulder, she wore a pout of disappointment, her playful annoyance evident. Unfazed, my hand found its place on her buttock, its touch gradually creeping upward along the soft expanse of her thighs.

The tactile sensation elicited a delightful shiver from Rachel. Her skin, velvety and yielding, offered a pleasing contrast to the casual intimacy of our interaction. As my fingers traced the contours of her thigh, a warm blush painted her cheeks. She shot me an embarrassed yet intrigued smile, reveling in the boldness of the gesture.

What intrigued me even more, though, was the mingling of scents in the air. The distinctive aroma, uniquely ours as demons, as my servants, wafted from their bodies. Each demon had its own unique fragrance that went beyond the mundane perfumes detected by mortal noses.

"Simply, we're on the same annoying mission. We already know each other and decided to help each other since we wanted to solve this problem quickly," I explained, keeping my tone casual as I addressed the question that had piqued Evie's curiosity. I shot glances at Evie and Rachel.

Evie's innocent inquiry followed, “Does she also have servants like you? I mean something like us, but males?" The question hung in the air, a genuine curiosity that stirred amusement within me.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the notion. "No. She is a goddess of chastity. She had never had sex before. Let alone have a bunch of male harem," I remarked, infusing a touch of mocking tone into my words. The mental image of a chaste goddess managing a group of lustful minions struck me as an amusing contrast.

The mention of Puriel's chastity elicited a smirk. It was a well-known fact among the demons, and I had encountered it in various humorous situations. Puriel's abstinence from earthly pleasures, especially those of a sensual nature, was a source of my amusement.

"I can't imagine how boring her life was," I added, the humor still present in my voice. The irony of a chastity goddess traversing the realms with a demon lord and his mischievous companions wasn't lost on me.

"Goddess of chastity? What is her task? Protect mortals from sexual abusers?" Rachel's curious question hung in the air, a genuine inquiry that sparked a frown on her forehead. The word 'chastity' had seemingly piqued her interest, likely tapping into her past traumas surrounding sexual abuse.

I responded with a nonchalant shrug, attempting to diffuse any tension that might arise from the topic. "The title of each goddess is simply because of their personality. But I don't know her duties in detail," I admitted. The complexities of divine responsibilities were, ironically, often beyond the grasp of mere mortals and demons alike.

The divine hierarchy was a labyrinthine structure, with each deity shouldering responsibilities aligned with their inherent qualities. Puriel, the goddess of chastity, stood as a testament to the divine dedication to specific virtues. Whether her duties extended to protecting mortals from sexual abusers or not was a mystery.

“What about you? What's your job?" Evie's curiosity was evident in the tightening of her hand around my neck, a subtle yet intentional gesture demanding my full attention.

I grinned, feeling the warmth of her touch against my skin. "We devils are tasked with torturing the corrupted souls and managing our territory and the demons in it. Also, defending our power from demons who try to throw the balance," I explained with a relaxed yet confident tone. The nonchalance in my voice belied the gravity of our responsibilities in the underworld.

As demons, our roles were intricately woven into the fabric of the shadowy realm we inhabited. Tormenting the corrupted souls, ensuring the order of our territories, and guarding against internal threats were the threads that composed the tapestry of our existence.

"The goddess…" I began, a frown creasing my forehead as uncertainty lingered in my voice. I paused, realizing I wasn't entirely sure what I was going to say. "Maybe make sure the pure souls are happy and in peace?" I suggested with a tinge of disbelief. The idea of fostering contentment and peace seemed foreign to my understanding. My realm was one of torment and darkness, where I wielded the tools of suffering with expertise. The notion of providing solace and joy to souls was a puzzling concept, and I struggled to grasp how it could be achieved.

In my world, I knew the methods to plunge souls into pain, to elicit their darkest fears and regrets. However, the mechanism of creating perpetual happiness and peace remained elusive. Did the goddess employ brainwashing techniques, weaving illusions to transport souls to their happiest moments? The intricacies of maintaining eternal bliss perplexed me, challenging the very essence of my understanding.

"You're not sure about that either?" Evie asked in confusion, raising one of her eyebrows. Her inquiry echoed the doubt that lingered in my own thoughts, creating a shared uncertainty in the air.

I leaned back in my chair, contemplating the question. "Nope," I admitted with a nonchalant shrug.