My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The silence was dense, almost palpable. The darkness around her felt like a heavy mantle, wrapping Stella in an endless void.

Her mind was still trapped in memories, in the weight of pain, and the intensity of the past that Vergil had made her relive. But slowly, consciousness began to return.

Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dimness of the room. The softness beneath her body and the warmth surrounding her told her she was in a bed.

Her body was relaxed, more than she remembered it could be, and for a brief moment, everything felt... peaceful.

But then, as her mind cleared, the memory of her tears, of Vergil's comforting touch, of the way he held her, came back like a wave. Stella furrowed her brow slightly.

She... broke down.

In front of him.

She had let him see her at her most vulnerable.

A discomfort tightened in her chest at the thought, an internal conflict between pride and relief.

No one ever saw her like that. No one had ever held her that way.

Turning her face slowly, Stella noticed something curious. She wasn't alone.

Her eyes widened slightly as she realized she was lying on a warm, firm body. More specifically, on Vergil.

A shock ran down her spine like lightning. Her face was pressed against his chest, and one of his arms was draped over her waist in a possessive manner. Vergil's breathing was calm, almost lazy, as if he were in a deep sleep or simply enjoying the moment. Stella felt heat rise to her face as she realized how close they were, how her body seemed to have molded to his during the night.

Before she could react, she felt Vergil's fingers move slightly on her waist. A shiver ran through her skin when he gave her silhouette a gentle squeeze, pulling her even closer.

"Hmmm…" he murmured, his voice husky from sleep. Stella felt his chin brush lightly against the top of her head before he let out a small sigh. "So, you really do like sleeping like this. Interesting…"

Tension exploded inside her. Stella tried to pull away, but Vergil was faster. His arm tightened around her waist, trapping her against him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, amusement evident in his tone.

"Let me go." Stella narrowed her eyes.

Vergil smiled against her hair. "Hmmm... no."

Stella huffed, still trapped against him. She could feel every inch of the firm muscles beneath her hands, the steady warmth emanating from Vergil. Worse, she felt that her own body didn't want to move away. It was... comfortable. Her internal turmoil irritated her.

"You're far too comfortable with this, holding your wife's mother like this," she accused, trying to ignore the way her heart was pounding faster.

"I'd say you are too, especially after saying you're mine. Otherwise, you would've killed me in my sleep." Vergil chuckled, the sound reverberating against his chest.

"If you keep holding me like this, I still might," Stella growled softly.

"And ruin such a rare moment? I doubt it." He didn't seem the least bit concerned.

Her irritation grew, but at the same time, she couldn't avoid the slight blush that spread across her skin. Vergil knew exactly the effect he had on her, and he was clearly enjoying it.

"You could at least pretend you're not enjoying this so much," Stella retorted, trying to maintain her dignity.

"And waste the chance to tease you? Not a chance." He smirked. "My sweet Stella," he murmured close to her, and a shiver ran through her body.

Stella sighed, feeling exhaustion creeping back in. Her mind was still heavy, the emotional weight of what she had relived still present. For a moment—just a moment—she closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax against Vergil once again.

He, of course, noticed.

His fingers slid gently along the curve of her waist, and this time, it wasn't meant to tease. It was a different kind of touch. Gentle. Almost protective.

"You don't have to pretend you don't want this," Vergil's voice was low, almost a whisper. "You can allow yourself to rest."

Stella didn't respond immediately. She simply kept her eyes closed, feeling the comforting warmth and the unexpected security of that closeness. For so many years, she had carried everything alone. For so many years, she had been used to not trusting anyone. But now...

Now, there was Vergil.

She didn't know what that meant. She didn't know where it would lead. But for now—just for this night—she decided to allow herself something she hadn't in a long time.

Just being there, feeling the warmth of another person, without fear, without walls.

Vergil smiled against her hair as he felt her body fully relax against his. His hand lazily moved up, brushing through her hair, as if savoring that rare moment.

"Good girl," he murmured, amused by the small grumble he received in response. But even so, Stella didn't try to pull away.

"I said that on impulse..." Stella suddenly muttered. "But now..."

"It's too late," Vergil said.

Some time passed, and the room was bathed in a comfortable dimness, the soft night breeze drifting in through the slightly open window. Stella could still feel Vergil's warmth against her, the firm weight of his arm keeping her securely against his chest. She sighed, trying to convince herself that she should just get up... but the comfort of the moment prevented her from acting immediately.

And then, the door suddenly swung open.

Roxanne stopped in the doorway, her blue eyes locking onto the scene before her. Her mother, lying on top of her husband, her face still drowsy, silver hair disheveled, while Vergil wore a mischievous smile and held her by the waist, pulling her even closer.

The silence lasted only a few seconds before Roxanne let out a heavy sigh, crossing her arms and tilting her head slightly.

"First Katharina's mother, then Ada's, and now… I've joined the club." She rolled her eyes before staring directly at him. "Seriously, you really like Oyakodon, huh?"

Vergil grinned shamelessly, without a hint of remorse or embarrassment, as if that comment was the highest praise.

"Fate simply favors those with refined taste," he replied, squeezing Stella's waist slightly, causing her to finally pull away a little, a faint blush on her face.

"You two are impossible..." Roxanne massaged her temples. "How the hell did this happen? I went to sleep, and now I wake up to find out you added MY mother to your harem?!"

Stella, still trying to process everything, sighed and ran a hand through her silver hair, adjusting it.

"It wasn't something planned..." She began, her voice still carrying traces of drowsiness. "It just… happened."

"You say that like it's the most normal thing in the world, Mom." Roxanne sighed, glancing between Vergil and Stella. "But you know what? I don't even know why I'm still surprised…"

"You know I'm a generous man. I can't let wonderful women suffer alone, can I?" Vergil chuckled lowly, stretching lazily on the bed with no intention of moving away.

"You really know how to justify yourself with fancy words, huh?" Roxanne narrowed her eyes at him.

"And yet, you still fall for them." He winked at her, clearly amused.

Roxanne looked from her mother to Vergil, letting out a long sigh before finally sitting on the bed.

"I want to be spoiled too." Roxanne muttered, settling beside Vergil and snuggling into his left arm. "I'm sleepy." She spoke before closing her eyes.

Vergil only laughed.

[Kitchen]

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread filled the mansion's kitchen, where Novah, Viola, and Viviane gathered for a well-deserved break after the morning chores. Sunlight filtered through the windows, illuminating the pristine countertops as the three maids discussed recent events.

"I still can't believe this..." Viviane grumbled, crossing her arms and tapping her foot against the floor. Her face was slightly flushed with indignation. "He actually made me use my magic just to win over another woman! Like I'm some tool for his whims!"

Viola sighed, lazily stirring her tea. "Viviane, you're overreacting. We all know what the Master is like. You should be used to it by now."

"Overreacting?!" Viviane turned to her with an outraged expression. "He doesn't even look at me! I'm the most loyal to him, always ready to help with anything, and what do I get? 'Viviane, use your magic on this,' 'Viviane, prepare that.' And now? Now I'm just a tool to soften some woman's heart for him?!"

Novah, who was calmly nibbling on a biscuit, raised an eyebrow. "If it bothers you that much, why don't you just do something about it?"

Viviane huffed, slamming her fists on the table. "And how exactly am I supposed to do that, huh?!"

Viola and Novah exchanged glances before sighing simultaneously, as if dealing with a stubborn child.

"You like your master that much? Then just go sit on his lap already!" They both said in unison, their tone exasperated.

Viviane was left speechless for a moment, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. "W-wha?! What do you mean sit on his lap?!"

Viola rolled her eyes. "You know exactly what we mean. If you want his attention, then stop complaining and do something about it. Knowing him, I doubt he'll push you away."

Novah shrugged, grabbing another biscuit. "Exactly. And if you don't do it soon, someone else will beat you to it."

Viviane bit her lower lip, feeling a mix of anger, frustration, and… perhaps a small glimmer of hope.

"Hmph... maybe I really should..." she murmured to herself, averting her gaze.