My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The sounds were a little muffled, but his eyes were slowly opening, with the soft touch and comfortable weight of something very soft on his chest.

"Hm?" He grunted, slightly opening his eyes, adjusting to the environment, finally realizing what that weight was—his beautiful wife, Katharina.

She was completely naked, just as she came into the world, lying on top of him, her red hair spread across his torso, and her legs intertwined with his. For a moment, panic struck him like lightning!

His body went rigid, and his mind was flooded by a single question...

"Did we...?" He thought, desperately searching through all his memories, any and every detail from the previous night that could confirm or deny his concern.

The panicked look gave way to a series of fragmented memories.

They were together on the couch, things were heating up between them, and then...

Novah appeared.

Yes, that was it.

Novah interrupted them before things could go further, meaning she was a total cockblock!

At least...

"Phew..." Vergil sighed in relief, but the sensation of Katharina naked on top of him was still both embarrassing and undeniably tempting.

'Temptation!' He screamed internally, holding himself back from touching anywhere inappropriate.

He tried to move smoothly, afraid of waking her, but every small movement seemed to intensify the feeling of her skin against his, making his face blush instantly.

'Same situation as yesterday...' He thought, remembering the three sleeping on his body as if he were a pillow.

Before he could decide what to do, Katharina stirred.

She woke up slowly, her green eyes sparkling in the morning light.

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A mischievous smile formed on her lips, a mix of malice and amusement. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she murmured, her voice still hoarse from sleep.

Vergil froze, his face as red as Katharina's hair. He tried to speak, but all he could manage was a stammer. "H-hey... Katharina... did we... did we do...

anything... last night?"

Katharina lifted her body, making her bare breasts fully visible. They were milky white with a rosy tint on the nipples, firm and voluptuous, which only added to Vergil's discomfort... Well, he'd love to indulge in them right now, and that made things uncomfortable!

She leaned forward, her lips almost touching his ear as she rubbed her breasts against his body, whispering: "What's wrong? Disappointed we didn't do anything?"

He felt his whole body shiver, but before he could even respond.

"Fufufu," Katharina let out a playful laugh and pulled away, stretching her body with a teasing calmness.

Her movements were calculated, each gesture seemed deliberate, designed to test Vergil's resolve.

'Hold tight, don't let your inner demon loose... or I'll devour her...' He clenched his fists tightly as the woman showed off her increasingly tempting breasts over his body, the demonic laughter becoming clear... She was having a lot of fun!

"You're so cute, you know?" She slid her fingers across his chest, tracing small circles with an intimacy that made him more nervous by the second. "But relax. We didn't do anything... yet." Her smile grew even more mischievous. "Unless you want to change that now."

'Demon!!' Vergil didn't know how to respond.

Katharina's words were a clear invitation, but he also knew that anything beyond what had already happened would be completely uncharted territory for him.

And, of course, there was always the chance that Novah might show up again, something he wasn't eager to face anytime soon.

Before he could make any decision, Katharina started moving closer, her lips dangerously near his. The temptation was palpable in the air, and the desire was almost undeniable... until, like a wave of energy breaking the tension, a familiar voice echoed through the room.

"Good morning, children," Novah said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and impatience, as she appeared in the center of the room, wearing her usual maid outfit. She didn't seem impressed by the scene before her.

'This girl... she's going to get me killed along with half of Los Angeles if she keeps getting involved with this man like that!' Novah roared internally. Unfortunately, she couldn't just ignore it; her life was on the line too, okay?!

"I was hoping you'd behave, but I guess that's too much to ask." She said, placing a hand on her forehead. "Do I have to remind you again? I don't want Lady Agares showing up here to find her daughter has lost her 'innocence.'" Novah muttered. "At least Lord Vergil is less filthy than you, princess. You're like a Succubus." Novah remarked, and Katharina's face darkened...

Suddenly...

"I'll kill you!" Katharina shouted and charged, still naked, at Novah, who dodged swiftly, pulling out a set of lingerie from her hand. Katharina tried to attack again, but Novah evaded, forcing her to put on a bra.

"You hag!!!" She roared, but again, Novah dodged the flying kick she threw, and at an unnatural speed, dressed Katharina in underwear before Vergil even got a glimpse of her private parts.

In less than twenty seconds, Katharina was fully dressed...

'She's strong...' Vergil murmured, looking at Novah, who had defeated Katharina effortlessly without using brute force.

'Do I need a maid too?' He wondered... 'Hmm... maybe I should check the maid market when I go to the underworld... I like her efficiency...' He concluded.

Katharina, on the other hand, just sighed, seeing herself fully dressed, as if she was used to this kind of action. "Ah, Novah... you have a special talent for ruining the mood," she said with a touch of irritation, glaring at the smiling woman.

"Someone has to keep you in line. Luckily, Lady Agares chose me to deal with you," Novah retorted, crossing her arms, clearly satisfied that she had prevented anything further from happening.

'My life is saved, for now.' Novah thought, smiling as if she had just won the lottery.

Vergil, trying desperately to pull himself together, looked at Novah with a mix of gratitude and frustration. "Why are you here so early?"

Novah simply smirked, as if this were just another one of her provocations. "I'm just here to make sure nothing... unexpected happens. You two have other things to worry about, you know?"

Katharina was already dressed, but she didn't miss the chance to throw one last seductive look at Vergil. "Well, maybe we can pick up where we left off later... if the 'babysitter' lets us." She winked at him, clearly amused by the situation.

Vergil gulped, his heart still racing from Katharina's closeness and the embarrassment of being caught by Novah. He quickly got up and started getting dressed, still in his underwear, trying to ignore the tension lingering in the air.

Minutes later, they went down to the kitchen.

The smell of fresh coffee and toasted bread filled the room, creating a welcome contrast to the tension in the bedroom. Katharina was in a good mood, fiddling with the coffee maker and preparing breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Vergil, on the other hand, was still trying to process the situation, his heart finally starting to slow down.

'I'm going to get back at this damn demon! She's pretending like it's nothing! I haven't even gotten used to this, you wretch! Everything is too suggestive, these cursed mood swings!'

"You're really quiet," Katharina remarked, placing a cup of coffee in front of him as she sat down at the table. "Is everything okay?"

Vergil looked at her, still a bit nervous, but smiled. "Just… processing everything. Thinking about how I'm going to get back at you for what you did."

She giggled, sipping her coffee. "No need to be so vengeful. I won't bite... unless you want me to."

He laughed, finally feeling a bit more at ease. "You really enjoy teasing me, don't you?"

Before she could respond, the sound of the TV caught their attention. The reporter on-screen was broadcasting live from a chaotic scene surrounded by rubble and smoke. The headline at the bottom read:

Breaking News – Meteor Hits Vatican Obelisk.

"What the…?" Vergil frowned, moving closer to the TV to turn up the volume. Katharina also stood up, her expression suddenly serious.

The reporter, wearing a bulletproof vest, was speaking in an urgent tone: "This is Maria Fontana, reporting live from the site of an unprecedented disaster tonight. A meteor—or what appears to be a meteor—struck an area of two hundred meters around the Vatican Obelisk, completely destroying it and leaving a crater of colossal proportions."

"Right now, rescue services are searching for survivors in the debris. According to experts, whatever hit the area was a mass of extremely intense heat! So far, none of the key members of Pope Adrian's commission have been found, and the Pope himself remains missing!"

The footage showed a massive crater where the Obelisk once stood. The Vatican square was unrecognizable, debris scattered everywhere, and a cloud of dust still hung in the air. Helicopters hovered overhead, and the wail of ambulances and fire trucks echoed in the background.

"There are no confirmed numbers of casualties, but we know the impact was devastating. Witnesses claim the sky lit up suddenly before the meteor struck, destroying the Obelisk in a matter of seconds. Local authorities are still trying to understand what happened, and astronomy experts are being called in to assess the situation."

Vergil and Katharina exchanged a look of pure disbelief. A meteor? At the Vatican?

"Don't tell me…" Katharina muttered, her eyes glued to the screen. She knew enough to suspect something far more sinister. This didn't seem like a simple natural phenomenon. Her mind was already connecting the dots as the reporter continued to provide more details about the destruction.

The voice on the television sounded alarming and grave, "The impact has caused severe damage throughout the area surrounding the Obelisk, and specialists are warning of the possibility of more debris falling. The area has been completely evacuated, and authorities are urging everyone to stay away. This is a catastrophe of biblical proportions, something many believe to be a sign…"

The mention of a "sign" sent a chill down Vergil's spine. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He glanced at Katharina, who looked tense, her lips pressed into a thin line.

That's when Novah, who had been silent until now, finally broke the grim mood with a firm, assured voice. "That's no ordinary meteor."

Katharina, without taking her eyes off the TV, frowned. Her instincts told her that the unnatural explanation was the most likely. Something about how everything had happened so suddenly, the way Novah spoke, and the location of the impact... It was too big to be a coincidence.

"Oh, hell... It was my mother, wasn't it?" Katharina turned to Novah, her eyes saying it all...

"Well, who told you to provoke that demon?" Novah shrugged. "At least now the Inquisition will wait a few years before they shamelessly act like this again," she commented with a smile...

"Damn, it was my mother." Katharina said, and Vergil's eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock.

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