My Wives are Beautiful Demons

After the wave of energy dissipated, a heavy silence hung in the air, creating a tension that spread to everyone present. It felt as if time had stopped, and no one dared to break the moment, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Darling?" Katharina murmured, her voice trembling, still trying to comprehend the situation. She was completely bewildered, but before she could process what was happening, a demonic breeze passed by her, cold and heavy with power. Suddenly, a man appeared behind her, wrapping her in a possessive and familiar embrace.

"Roses... changed your shampoo, darling?" He said softly, his voice deep and full of charm. Katharina couldn't hide the shiver that ran down her spine as she felt his presence. The aura he radiated made her skin crawl, and the sensation of being in the hands of someone much stronger left her almost speechless.

"I-Is that him?" Roxanne couldn't believe what she was seeing. She couldn't understand how the man before her, with his imposing aura and visceral power, could be the same being she remembered. But before she could fully process the situation, a chill ran down her spine, and she felt his presence approaching. "My blonde wife seems even cuter," he said, silently appearing behind her, then enveloped her in a warm embrace. "Smells like sweet," he smiled, his voice full of alluring malice.
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Ada, stunned, couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh. "This is impossible... How did he improve this much…?" Before she could finish the sentence, a soft and unexpected kiss touched her neck, and she couldn't suppress a scream, a sharp and involuntary sound. "KYAA!!!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. He, with a mischievous smile, pulled away a bit, still keeping close, and commented: "Hmm, so bitter... You should be nicer, you know?" He teased, kissing her neck again with a lightness that made her falter.

"P-please, darling, stop…" Ada pleaded, but her feet were already weakening, her legs starting to give way under the inexplicable force of her reaction. His touch was hypnotic, as if his presence was a drug she couldn't escape from.

"As expected... she did what I feared I'd do... seriously... and I'm the demon, and she's the 'honorable' one," Sapphire muttered, with a low and irritated growl. She was still consumed by the idea of destroying Vergil, a thought that had accompanied her for the past eight months. She watched everything with keen eyes and silent anger, but she also felt a touch of respect for Viviane.

'Still... she did a good job... for someone who doesn't follow the brutal methods like me,' Sapphire reflected, reluctantly acknowledging Viviane's efforts.

While the others observed, each with their own reactions, Viviane couldn't help but display a small smile as she noticed Vergil's progress. It was clear that he was much stronger than before, and that somehow made her feel... proud. She then turned her gaze to Morgana, who was lying on the ground, panting, sweat trickling down her body.

"Tsk, who said you could lie in the presence of my master?" Viviane said, the irritation in her voice obvious. She looked at Morgana with a serious expression.

Morgana, who initially seemed indifferent, shot her a defiant glance. But before she could react, Viviane quickly used her energy, bathing the witch's body with a wave of demonic power. "KYAA!!!" Morgana screamed in surprise and discomfort, feeling her energy being suddenly channeled to force her to rise. The energy seemed to envelop her, making her stand up abruptly, almost as if she were a puppet being pulled by invisible strings.

Viviane's gaze remained firm, but inside her, a subtle satisfaction grew as she watched Morgana being forced to obey. "Now, you're standing. Are you going to stay lying down, or will you rise like a lady?" Viviane said, almost mocking, but without losing control.

When Viviane turned to look at her master, a wave of surprise hit her. Before she could react, her body was lifted into the air, making her let out a small "Huh?!" as she turned to see who was raising her. Then, she saw him.

Vergil stood before her, and his presence radiated an overwhelming aura. His blood-red eyes glowed with an almost supernatural intensity, and his hair, now immensely long, cascaded down to his waist, contrasting with his previously more contained appearance. He was... transformed.

"I'm glad you're well, sorry for leaving you alone." Vergil's voice was deep, carrying an unexpectedly soft tone that made Viviane's heart race. Without another word, he wrapped her tightly in his arms, and something inside her broke.

Viviane, who had always remained firm and controlled, couldn't hold back her tears. Her throat tightened, and an immense weight fell upon her. The weeks of waiting, the loneliness, the tension of not knowing what was happening with her master, all of that dissolved in an instant. She cried without shame, her head against Vergil's chest, the relief flooding over her.

He held her so tightly, as if fearing she might vanish at any moment. Viviane, between sobs, murmured, "I... I thought that..." The anguish in her voice was palpable, as if all the repressed emotions from the long months of waiting were finally surfacing.

Vergil, with surprising calmness, tightened his embrace around her, responding in a soft yet firm tone, "You were scared after everything that happened, weren't you? Relax... it's all right now." He comforted her, his embrace radiating a sense of security that made Viviane sigh with relief.

After a few seconds, he carefully set her down on the ground, his fingers still gently touching her head in a soft, almost protective manner. "I'm sorry for leaving you to search for the Excalibur fragments on your own. That won't happen again. No one will hurt you... not ever again." His red eyes glowed with an intensity that seemed to consume everything around him, and even Viviane, being strong, couldn't help but tremble under his possessive gaze.

He took a deep breath and then turned, staring at all the women in the room, as if he were assessing the situation in a calm yet relentless way.

"I presume this is quite the gathering..." Vergil commented, his eyes locking onto the various women before him. It seemed as though he had pulled them all from a "Gacha" lottery, given the number and variety of women present.

Demons, a spirit, demon maids, and even a witch who wore an outfit so revealing that it was almost revealing the areolas of her enormous breasts. She wore a provocative bikini that left little to the imagination, with her breasts almost on display, only held up by a thin fabric and her eyes with a strangely mischievous glint.

Vergil looked at them all, his eyes moving from one to the other, but he didn't seem surprised or intimidated. On the contrary, he appeared quite pleased.

"Shall we go home?" he suggested, smiling, but...

"Ugh... I'm exhausted..." A woman's voice echoed softly, but with a tired tone, coming toward the coliseum.

It was Felicia. She appeared with the top half of her clothes completely worn out, exposing a thin bra that barely covered enough, her body covered in glistening sweat. The scene was... almost sinful, as if every movement she made provoked a sense of repressed desire, mixed with exhaustion and sensuality.

The way she walked, her disheveled hair, and her eyes half-closed gave the impression that she had just gone through an intense battle or rigorous training, and now, entering the room, her body seemed in perfect contrast to the heat radiating from her skin.

"Did you... have sex with your mother?" Katharina questioned, "she looks like she just got ravaged..."

"Huh? No?" Vergil replied.