Chapter 346. Huge D
Seven Sins System Chapter 346. Huge D
As soon as I stepped out of the portal, Puriel spoke. “What took you so long?” She stood there with her hands on her hips, looking like a wife waiting impatiently for her husband to get home from work.
The irony of it made me chuckle—our partnership had an oddly domestic vibe.
I couldn’t help but smirk, especially considering the "reward" I'd just given Ivy. Timing, as they say, is everything.
I gave Puriel a shrug, playing it cool. "Had some devilish business to handle," I replied. Being the Lord of Wrath wasn't exactly an average day job, especially when it involves matchmaking for demon clans. But hey, just another day at the office.
"Dealing with demons is like trying to find your way through a maze blindfolded. Not just your usual incubi looking for fun—they’ve got standards, you know?" I continued. My demonic attire faded. I glanced around, noting the breakfast scene outside the room, with the kids taken care of by one of Puriel’s puppet doppelgangers.
I scratched my head. “It’s not just about handing them a bride. It’s like serving a gourmet who only eats the best. And that woman…” I gestured vaguely, referring to the mortal bride I’d found for them, “She’s a bit… fragile compared to their usual choices. Not exactly their typical demon fare.”
Puriel raised an eyebrow. “Who do you mean by ‘them’?”
“The Malifex Clan,” I replied, already using my Devil’s Craft skills, assembling ingredients for two Elixir of Health. I didn’t have much time; the academy and the infirmary were waiting on me.
“Malifex Clan?” she echoed, still confused.
I glanced at her, deciding to give her a bit more context. “Yeah, the picky demon centaurs with goat horns? Those guys. They’re notorious for being particular about their brides, and, well, I just delivered them a ‘package,’” I said, referring to the mortal woman I’d just handed over.
Her eyes went wide in shock. “D-Demon Centaur?!” She looked as if a bad memory had resurfaced from the war three hundred years ago. We’d been allies back then, and she hadn’t forgotten.
Before I could react, she grabbed my collar, pulling me close until our faces were inches apart. “You gave her to them?” she practically shouted, disbelief and regret mixed in her voice.
I frowned, annoyed. “Yes,” I said flatly, brushing her hand off me. “Relax. It’s not that dramatic. They needed a bride, and she met their ‘special’ requirements. Besides, you agreed to this, remember?”
She crossed her arms, eyes blazing with indignation. “I didn’t know it was them!” she snapped.
I narrowed my eyes. “Is there a problem with them?”
“Yes, there’s a problem with them!” she burst out. “They have a huge… D, you know that! How is she supposed to survive that?”
I couldn’t hold back my laughter. Seriously, who would’ve thought Puriel, goddess of chastity, of all beings, would be worried about the Dark Centaurs’… cock?
“I’m not joking!” she hissed, looking at me with an expression that was all disapproval and no humor.
I managed to stifle my laughter, giving her an amused look. “Puriel, we’re talking about demons, not angels. Modesty isn’t exactly their thing,” I said with a sigh. “Besides, they’re Dark Centaurs. That’s just how they’re built. And let’s be real—demons don’t play by mortal standards. She’ll be fine, trust me. She’s tougher than she looks.”
“Tougher?” Puriel repeated, grimacing at the word.
I grinned. “Yeah! She was kicking and fighting the whole time. Full of life, that one,” I replied, leaning back with a casual shrug.
Puriel crossed her arms, her stance all disapproval and doubt. “I don’t know, Azrael… This just seems excessive.”
I raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto my face. “Look, I deal with all kinds of demons, each with their quirks. And yes, Dark Centaurs are, let’s say, 'well-equipped'. But I assure you, she’ll manage.”
Puriel shook her head, still looking unconvinced. “I don’t believe you. That sounds like absolute bullshit!”
I covered my mouth, trying to suppress another laugh as Puriel stared at me, dead serious. After a moment, I took a deep breath and regained my composure.
“Listen,” I began, leaning in, “the Malifex Clan is a lot more civilized than you think. Sure, they’re, uh, ‘huge,’ given the centaur thing. But here’s the deal—they don’t go around hurting their brides. They can actually control the size and length to ensure everything goes smoothly. How do you think their last bride survived for centuries, popping out demon kids left and right?”
Puriel stared at me, dumbfounded. For a second, she was silent, as if trying to process that bizarre bit of information. Finally, she spoke, her voice tinged with disbelief.
“They can… control… the size?”
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