Seven Sins System Chapter 337. Abuse

Seven Sins System Chapter 337. Abuse

I couldn't help but chuckle, the irony of the situation not lost on me. "Just contemplating the whole goddess of chastity thing, you know? A life without getting down and dirty. It's like living on a permanent diet of bland food," I replied, my tone laced with a teasing edge.

Her scowl deepened, a delightful mix of exasperation and amusement dancing across her features. "You really can't comprehend the concept of self-restraint, can you?" she shot back, a playful glint in her eyes betraying the underlying humor.

I responded with a nonchalant shrug, my devil-may-care attitude on full display. “I just feel sorry for you, ya know,” I declared with mock sympathy. “No sex also means no children," I added, the same teasing tone persisting. My gaze conveyed a sense of pity, as if I were lamenting the most tragic fate one could endure.

Her cringe was palpable as she retorted, "Who says that?"

“Me,” I stated with an airy wave, reveling in the cheeky audacity of my claim. The unspoken implication lingered in the air – a life without the pleasures of intimacy was, in my devilish perspective, a path fraught with deprivation.

Puriel huffed, the indignant sound punctuating the air, and planted her hands firmly on her waist. "And what makes you think I can't have sex and have children?" she challenged, a defiant gleam in her eyes.

I couldn't resist a smirk as I leaned back, preparing to play the devil's advocate. "You are the goddess of Chastity. So you can't have sex, right?" I said, attempting to extract logic from her divine title. My head shook disapprovingly, a mockingly sad expression on my face. "So pitiful," I added, emphasizing the supposed tragedy of her chaste existence.

She shot me a wry smile, clearly amused by my theatrics. "I can still have children, you know. I can even get married. It's just that I will stay a virgin forever," she explained, her words laced with a casual nonchalance that caught me off guard.

I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "Wait, what? You can do that?" I blurted out. "Also, what do you mean you will stay a virgin forever? Like, how?" I asked, my bewilderment evident in the furrow of my brow.

Puriel clicked her tongue in annoyance, a clear signal that my line of questioning wasn't welcomed. “Tch! I have no obligation to explain it to you,” she scoffed, dismissing the topic with an air of regal disdain.

Undeterred, I pressed on, my curiosity piqued. "If you can have children, then why do you look at those kids with that look? You look like you're going to cry," I pointed towards the children with a casual wave of my hand.

“That's because---” Puriel began, her explanation hanging in the air like an unspoken secret. The sudden interruption in our conversation was accompanied by a distinct noise from outside. It wasn't a mere murmur but a resonant, angry voice that cut through the air, as if the speaker intended to make a grand entrance, ensuring that everyone within earshot was well aware of her arrival. The sound echoed through the confines of the room, and the intensity of it hinted at an announcement delivered with a purpose—perhaps to instill a sense of fear or trepidation in those who dared to listen.

"I hope those two shitty children are dead. They are useless!" The female voice resonated through the air, sharp and callous, leaving a trail of disdain in its wake.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the heartless remark. "Oh, I think the mother or something like that is home," I commented nonchalantly, the words escaping with a relaxed tone. With a casual snap of my fingers, I hid my form and turned myself invisible, blending into the shadows as if I were never there.

Beside me, Puriel mirrored my actions, disappearing from sight without uttering a single word. The gloom on her face and the palpable worry in her invisible demeanor spoke volumes.

'Ah, I get it,' I immediately understood the gravity of the situation. The heartless words, the apparent disdain for the children – it struck a chord with Puriel. But I decided not to intervene, opting to observe silently from the shadows. I wanted to gauge to what extent she was willing and able to interfere in the affairs of mortals who hadn't summoned her.

- Bang!

The jarring creak of the door being flung open reverberated through the room, announcing the arrival of the mortal woman with a flair for drama. Brown hair framed her face in a no-nonsense fashion, the short locks adding a practical touch to her appearance. Neatness radiated from her like a well-practiced routine; she seemed to carry an air of order even in the midst of chaos.

Her above-average looks were undeniable, and her choice of clothing mirrored a level of care and attention that set her apart.  Her sharp gaze swept across the room with a mix of authority and irritation, as if she expected the walls to respond to her glare. Her eyes found the two kids, peacefully asleep on the bed. "So you guys decided to sleep, huh?" she muttered in a tone that blended annoyance and frustration.

Her demeanor caught me off guard, and I watched with invisible curiosity as her eyes remained fixed on the sleeping children. Without missing a beat, she seized a broom that happened to be conveniently placed near the door.

The woman approached with a scowl etched across her features, brandishing the broom like a weapon of domestic warfare. The frustration in her eyes hinted at a brewing storm, and it seemed the unsuspecting children were about to bear the brunt of it.

All the while, my attention remained fixated on Puriel. I wondered what her divine stance would be in the face of mortal conflict. Would she intervene or choose the path of impassive observation?

The broom, held high in the woman's hand, poised to deliver a disciplinary strike, nearly descended upon the vulnerable boy. It was then that Puriel, with a snap of her fingers, froze time itself. The room, frozen in a tableau of impending violence, became a suspended moment where only Puriel and I retained our ability to move and observe.

The abrupt stillness was surreal, as if someone had hit the pause button on reality. The woman's angry expression, frozen mid-scowl, painted a stark contrast to the peaceful repose of the children on the bed.