Seven Sins System 347. The Devil's Got A Date With His Workload

Seven Sins System 347. The Devil's Got A Date With His Workload

Puriel's eyes widened once again, clearly struggling to process the information. "Once a month?" she exclaimed, her disbelief palpable.

"Yeah," I replied casually, leaning against the wall. "They're demons, not mortals. What makes you think it takes a full nine months for a little demon bundle of joy to be born perfectly?" I raised an eyebrow, amused by her reaction. With a snap of my fingers, two Elixirs of Life flew into my hands courtesy of my Telekinesis power.

"But—!" she started to protest, only to be interrupted as I handed her the elixirs. "Less talking, more work. We've got to get back to the academy," I said with a hint of annoyance, shooting her a pointed glare.

Puriel, still wearing that sour expression, reluctantly took the elixirs from me. A sharp whistle escaped her lips, and in no time, her magical puppet-like creation approached to receive the concoctions.

With a stern command, she instructed the puppet, "Give these to the kids and take them to school. Then, escort them back to the orphanage, stating that you're incapable of caring for them due to a severe illness." The puppet acknowledged the order with a nod and promptly set off to carry out Puriel's deceptive plan.

'Wow... nice lies,' I thought. I couldn't help but be amused by the whole scenario. A goddess resorting to lies and manipulations to manage the situation—now, that's a sight you don't witness every day. I suppressed a chuckle, watching her navigate the delicate web of deceit.

With a mischievous grin, I turned to Puriel. "You've got the rest under control, right? The devil's got a date with his workload," I declared, accompanied by an annoyingly cheery wave. The swirling portal to my dormitory materialized behind me.

Before Puriel could react, I swiftly stepped into the portal, disappearing in an instant. My voice echoed from the other side, "And don't forget about my payment!" I called out, my steps not slowing down. Frankly, I wasn't concerned about the aftermath—I was confident she could manage the situation without my immediate presence.

Slipping through the portal, I found myself back in the familiar setting of my dormitory. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I glanced back, a smirk playing on my lips. As expected, Puriel hadn't followed me through the portal. It made sense; a goddess of her stature wouldn't abandon her responsibilities, especially when it involved a couple of kids in need.

Satisfied that I had successfully dodged further responsibilities, I closed the portal behind me.  A smile appeared on my lips. “Perfect!” I said.

In a swift move, I headed to the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath my feet contrasting with the warmth of the shower. The water cascaded, cleansing me for the day ahead. My tentacles granted me not only power but efficiency, enabling me to finish my shower in record time.

Drying off quickly, I discarded the damp towel and donned my devilish attire with ease. The transformation from casual to regal, accentuated by my signature demonic features, took mere minutes.

Less than fifteen minutes later, I found myself striding purposefully through the halls of the academy. Thanks to the power bestowed upon me, I arrived at the academy infirmary in no time.

Seated at my desk, the familiar surroundings of my office in the academy greeted me. Before diving into the day's responsibilities, I knew I had to attend to the needs of my servants. Today's recipients of my demonic prowess were Rachel and Evie, and it was to be a swift encounter, given the constraints of time.

Rachel and Evie, familiar with the routine, approached willingly. The air became charged with subtle energy as the tentacles unfurled, their sinuous movements a prelude to the intense moments to follow.

In a synchronized dance, the tentacles reached out, ensnaring both Rachel and Evie. The encounters were designed to be efficient, a fusion of pleasure and compulsion that only I could deliver. The room echoed with subdued moans, the sounds of satisfaction mingling with the suppressed excitement of the clandestine activities.

Despite my yearning for more extended encounters, time was a constraint. Three quickies this morning would have to suffice. Their eyes held a mix of desire and gratitude, knowing that, for a moment, they had been in the embrace of a devil prince. My mortal facade concealed the devilish smile that played across my lips.

With the quick and satisfying sexual encounters with Rachel and Evie behind me, I found myself sitting in my chair again. Yet, the transient pleasures lingered, and their whispers remained in the air.

I took a moment to relish the extra food they had brought. The arrangement was clear — my servants satisfied both my carnal desires and culinary needs.

Rachel, having been bestowed with a share of gold, had been liberated from the shackles of mundane work. She was now free to revel in the comforts of a life I had afforded her. The gold wasn't merely currency; it was a tether binding her, ensuring she only belonged to me.

Seated comfortably, clad in the attire that marked the end of our intimate escapade, they decided to linger a while longer. The room, still charged with the echoes of our clandestine activities, now played host to a different kind of interaction — one of casual conversation.

The topic naturally veered toward Puriel. It was a recurrent theme, her presence a constant thread in the fabric of my existence.

"Is 'she' still following you?" Evie, with a hint of curiosity, ventured into the conversation. The air was laced with a mixture of post-coital relaxation and the anticipation of dialogue.

A smirk played across my lips as I leaned back in my chair, enjoying the aftermath of our liaisons. "Of course. That goddess can't resist keeping an eye on her wayward devil," I responded, a wry amusement infusing my words. Puriel's vigilance had become a source of predictable amusement, a testament to the intricacies of divine entanglements.