The penthouse was lively, the silence was calm and welcoming, and the smell of coconuts and lavender from the candles nearby.
The lights were dimmed slightly as the sun was slowly setting. The walls were made of large glass windows, allowing you to see the view outside.
"Mm." Midas drank his scotch calmly and relaxed, even though he was seventeen. He wasn't human; he was an entity, as he called himself.
His body relaxed perfectly on the soft couch, and his feet were soft yet warm on the red carpet.
Beside him lay Elise, who was completely naked, her bikini lay on the red carpet, yet she was sleeping calmly with the scotch spilled on the carpet.
Though Elise snatched his scotch from the kitchen, why wouldn't he be angry or hurt by it?
"For a witch, she can't handle scotch," he murmured, his gaze softening, and he smiled calmly and warmly.
Though he was an entity, an entity with the seven sins, embodying it, he wouldn't deny he was possessive of his wife, Elise.
Yes
Wife.
He had six reincarnations, and this was his seventh. How? Despite being an entity, he who embodies the seven sins couldn't die but could be sealed.
His sister.
She who commanded the ten commandments.
"Tsk." His anger showed in his eyes as he glared at the ceiling. Though he could easily break the seal, where's the fun in that? Sure, he was prideful, but he also loved to give hope and crush it, savoring the despair.
He drank his scotch, tasting the flavor. To add a touch of sweetness, he added some delicious honey to make the liquor stronger. His eyes wandered back to Elise.
"Should have told her before she drank it."
He stayed silent, then stood up and grabbed his phone. Looking at the time, 6, he went to the kitchen to set a glass of Telford on the counter.
He stretched.
He sat in a chair and opened a laptop on the counter.
Midas logged in and went directly to a website, NAX, the company he had created, where streamers and idols could upload their videos of live streams.
NAX was a secure website where streamers and Idols signed a contract, and there was no hidden fine print or anything.
He created so many that people can feel secure and safe, but was it hackable? No, he added a touch of his gluttony to the service.
"Mm, seems love-chan is live. " Midas clicked the live stream and watched, but there was also another reason he created it.
Lust.
Wrath.
Gluttony.
Viewers are lustful when it comes to women, Idols, or VTubers; they become so delusional that some make Art with that Idol or VTuber and themselves in it.
Donations were also a significant part.
"Looked at them, begging, like animals hungry." Midas' eyes gleamed as he leaned forward, comments such as 'look at those tits, man!' Or 'they're staring at me!'.
There were also loyal fans of sound minds, yet they were angry at the deranged or those who wanted to meet with Love-chan.
'Yet they don't know she belongs to me already, but his eyes turn predatory as he can see one thing, and only he can, a string that has given people their fate.
White means secure and safe.
Green means okay, but safe. Anything can still happen, but it's not horrible; it's just bad luck.
Red is a ticking time bomb.
And black is their fate is about to take hold of them, and force it to happen.
And he was seeing a string of Love-chan.
'Such a cruel world~ her innocence is so delicious~ I sound like a fucken creep just now~'
Midas chuckled as he saw one comment that made him smirk sinisterly, like the devil had just grasped his prey.
-Will you do an offline greet, Love-chan?-
"Ah! Sorry, I can't," Love-chan responded. Midas poured himself more scotch as the user pressed harder on Love-chan. He was amused but also hungry.
"NAX doesn't want to endanger me, especially when greeting people offline, unless I'm with two or more friends," she said as she gestured.
-Come on, it'll be fun, my little sister would love to meet you-
Ah, a trap. Using a less dangerous approach, such as involving a little sister, would work, as kids are generally less dangerous and more vulnerable to societal influence.
"Ah! Really, um," Love-chan seemed hesitant, unaware of how dangerous it could be, especially given how society loves to blame victims. Midas typed and then sent.
-Love-chan, if hesitant, I can come with?-
Why not stop her? He can see that whoever this person is, he senses the sins, especially the intense lust.
"Ah! Wait, is that you?" Love-chan was excited as she read his comment, her breast pressed against the top of the desk. Her comments began to become more sick.
"Midas," she muttered. Her voice was low, so no one could hear it, especially since she was wearing a white mask, but Midas heard it loud and clear, with excitement and anticipation in her voice.
Of course, it's me, so what do you say? He sent another text. Her eyes brightened as she nodded.
"Okay, I'll meet offline!-
Ah, such innocence~
[I'll upload chapters three and four later today, if I have time. Also, Grammar is ass, so bear with it. Why did I start over? I felt rushed because I felt like I was moving too quickly. Also, comment down which doujin, hentai, or pornhwa you want to see, especially Idols and streamers of hentai, or any kind, and if you hate a certain NTR, comment it down, also review please! 🙏]
[Also, I'm gonna start slow, to introduce the threats, and why Midas is in this condition in more detail!]