Seven Sins System-Chapter 390. It Is What It Is

Seven Sins System Chapter 390. It Is What It Is

'I wonder if I'll see Red again at the dinner,' I mused with a huff, letting my thoughts wander for a moment.

Truth be told, I wasn't expecting much. After all, our interactions had been few and far between, and I wasn't exactly holding my breath for a reunion. Still, there was a curious itch in the back of my mind, nagging at me to wonder about her current situation. Last I heard, she was knee-deep in some project, painting or something. And as for my summons? Well, I never did hear back from her after that initial attempt. Not that I expected her to try again.

Shaking off those thoughts, I refocused on the conversation at hand. But as much as I strained to eavesdrop, there wasn't anything particularly interesting to glean from their chatter. It was all just the same old mumbo jumbo.

And then, a sudden realization hit me. It wasn't her boobs that were feeling bigger, it was... something else entirely. I felt a familiar sensation coursing through my body, my shaft starting to react.

'Oh no. Quick, think about something else!' I screamed at myself internally, desperately trying to divert my thoughts away. But it was like trying to stop a runaway train – futile and exhausting.

I frantically tried to divert my thoughts, anything to pull my mind away.

Internally, I muttered a string of curses, desperately grasping for something – anything – to occupy my mind. ‘Unfinished work,’ I muttered internally, my thoughts drifting to the countless documents and projects waiting for me back in the shadow realm. There were reports to review, plans to finalize, and the ever-present annoyance of dealing with the dark harpy who insisted on flitting around my domain like an irritating gnat.

And then there was the matter of my torture chamber, a project I'd been meaning to expand. It was getting cramped in there, and I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that I needed to make some adjustments before it became completely unmanageable. But even as I mentally went over the details of the renovations, my mind kept drifting back to the present.

Frustration welled up inside me as I struggled to maintain my focus. I desperately sought refuge in my own thoughts.

Mentally, I muttered about the trio of mortals – Darren, Barry, and Ion.

‘Think about those pathetic mortals,’ I thought bitterly, recalling the countless times I'd watched them bumble through their battles, their struggles both comical and frustrating to witness.

‘They can't even follow simple instructions half the time, always making a mess of things.’ It was a feeble attempt to coax my brain into focusing on something – anything – other than Puriel's presence.

But even as I tried to redirect my thoughts, I found myself increasingly unable to shake her allure. With a frustrated sigh, I turned to a tried-and-true method of distraction, counting. ‘Four times four is sixteen,’ I recited mentally. ‘Twelve times three is thirty-six.’

But despite my best efforts, the numbers failed to provide the mental respite, my mind stubbornly returned to Puriel's figure pressed against mine.

‘Focus,’ I admonished myself internally.

I grasped at straws in a desperate bid to redirect my thoughts. Mentally, I began to recite a nursery rhyme – "Baa, Baa, Black Sheep" – a simple tune I'd learned from Conny, Carl's son.

‘Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?’ I sang mentally. ‘Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full.’

But it was futile.

‘One for the master, one for the dame,’ I continued. ‘And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.’

As much as I tried to distract myself, the persistent twitching below my belt said another thing. It was as if my body had a mind of its own.

My resolve weakened, the pleasant stimulation sending waves of desire coursing through my veins.

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Inwardly, I cursed my infernal nature, knowing all too well the consequences. Lust was one of my many sins. And now, with Puriel so close, it seemed all but impossible to ignore my primal urges.

With a resigned sigh, I conceded defeat. ‘It is what it is,’ I muttered internally. Despite my best efforts, I knew deep down that resistance was futile, that my body would betray me in the end.

And so, with a heavy heart, I accepted my fate and braced myself for the inevitable. If my shaft wanted to spring to life, then so be it.

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