My Wives are Beautiful Demons

116  I'm just enjoying my son-in-law.

The white-haired man walked with his hands buried in his pockets, his thoughts a tangled mess. Yet, now wasn't the time to dwell too deeply. In truth, he was analyzing what he had just done.

"She looked cute when she got jealous," he thought, recalling Ada's expression when she saw him kissing Raphaeline. "I thought she'd explode, but she handled it pretty calmly. I should reward her."

He muttered to himself as he passed through an imposing door. Of course, his Mistress's quarters were accessible to only a select few, and he was one of them.

Upon entering, he was greeted by the sight of the stunning red-haired woman before him. Sapphire lounged casually on an opulent armchair that resembled a throne, her long legs crossed with effortless elegance. She held a glass of wine in one hand, her piercing gaze laced with curiosity and amusement.

"Did you capture her?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm and a mischievous smile gracing her lips.

Vergil stepped forward, his hands still lazily in his pockets, responding with a mocking grin. "Who knows?"

He strolled to the wide sofa in front of her and, without ceremony, sprawled across it, his legs stretching out while his demeanor remained commanding. Sapphire watched his movements, her eyes narrowing slightly before she rose from her chair.

With the grace of a serpent, she glided over to him, settling beside him so closely that the heat between them felt tangible.

"Huh?" Vergil raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. "Getting close now, Sapphire? I thought you preferred to keep a safe distance."

Sapphire arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his deflection. "Cheating on your wife with her mother... and now you're hitting on me?" She paused, letting her words hang heavily in the air. "Not exactly the smartest move, even for you. How did Ada take it, dear?" she asked, her tone playful.

He chuckled softly, that low laugh that seemed to mock fate itself. "Ada? Oh, Sapphire, my sweet Ada is still processing it, but she didn't entirely object. Actually, she didn't say a word. You should've seen her face. A mix of shock, confusion, and maybe... a hint of jealousy?"

Vergil leaned back into the sofa, his posture relaxed, but his gaze on Sapphire was anything but casual. One hand rested behind the couch, almost as if he was embracing her. He was carefully studying the expression of the strongest woman in the world.

Sapphire, however, didn't appear even slightly intimidated. She swirled the wine in her glass elegantly, as though the tension in the air was merely part of a game. "Jealousy, you say?" Her voice was melodic, dripping with sarcasm and provocation. "I wonder how Katharina would react if... she saw us now."

Vergil smiled, that crooked grin that promised as much as it threatened. "By now, she probably knows what I did... You know her. She'll come storming in here any moment, yelling her head off."

Sapphire leaned forward, setting her glass gracefully on the nearby table. The distance between them shrank dangerously, and her voice dropped to a low, almost conspiratorial tone. "You're playing with fire... Why did you take Raphaeline?"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the cautionary note. "I merely took what's mine. Sapphire, you talk as if it's a bad thing. But tell me... do you really care about my relationships, or are you jealous of Raphaeline?"

Her eyes gleamed, a spark of challenge flickering within them. "You think you're very clever, don't you? But honestly, what else could I expect? In just a few hours, you've betrayed your wife with her mother, and now you're sitting here, throwing charm around as if the next logical step is to claim the mother of your other wife."

Her words carried more seduction than true menace, her expression dripping with allure.

Vergil's smirk remained intact, radiating pure provocation. He leaned forward slightly, narrowing the gap between them even further. "And is there a problem with that, my dear?" His voice was deep, a seductive murmur that hung heavily in the air.

Sapphire raised an eyebrow as if pondering her response. But before she could utter a word, Vergil moved with the swiftness of a predator, his hands firmly gripping her waist as he pulled her toward him.

"Uh?!" She let out a soft gasp of surprise but didn't resist. Soon, Sapphire found herself seated on his lap, her long legs perfectly straddling his body. He could feel every curve—her weight pressing against him, the warmth of her thighs wrapped around him, her softness undeniable. He held her there firmly, one hand on her waist while the other lazily trailed down her arm, his touch confident and tinged with danger. His intense gaze locked onto hers, as though he were delving directly into her very soul. "You lost your bet too, Sapphire," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper, yet imbued with an irresistible force. Sapphire tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a smile that blended defiance with something deeper. "And if I did lose, Vergil? What exactly do you plan to do about it?" Her voice was just as seductive as his, a clash of wills where neither seemed willing to back down. "Simple." He leaned closer, his lips hovering mere inches from hers. "I claim what's mine. And, Sapphire… you've known this since the moment you joined my game. You bet knowing you'd lose… didn't you?" Sapphire's eyes challenged him, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed something more. He knew that the woman before him, for all her strength and control, wasn't immune to his presence. Truth be told, he wasn't entirely immune to her magnetism either. Vergil let his fingers trail upward, caressing her neck before resting at the nape, his hand cradling her as though she were both fragile and untamable. Sapphire didn't pull back. Instead, she leaned in slightly, her lips almost brushing his. "You really are a bold man," she murmured, her tone still laced with provocation but softened by a hint of surrender. "It's not boldness—you said it yourself… 'If he becomes my husband, will you stay silent?' to Katharina." His voice lowered further. "I'm simply a man taking what was promised to me." He whispered, then began recounting a memory, his tone carrying a deliberate weight. "I remember the three things you said that day... 'If you want power, I'll give you power.'" He murmured. "'If you want approval, I'll give you my blessing with my daughter.'" He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. "And if you… want me, I'll give you everything I have." His words dripped with temptation. With that, he pulled her closer, sealing the challenge with a kiss that was both fierce and meticulously controlled. Sapphire, for all her resistance, couldn't hide the shiver that ran through her body. His touch was electrifying—a mix of dominance and tenderness that disarmed her in ways no one ever had. She wrapped her arms around him, her nails lightly grazing his neck, testing him, daring him to push further. Vergil pulled back just enough to speak, his breath warm against her lips. "See? I told you you'd lose. The question now is… are you ready to deal with the consequences?" Sapphire chuckled softly, a rich and almost hypnotic sound. "You talk as if I didn't know exactly what I was getting into, Vergil." Her nails drifted down to his chest, tracing a lazy pattern as her eyes glinted with challenge. "But the real question is… are you ready to deal with me?" He smiled, a grin that radiated utter confidence. "Always, my Sapphire. Always." And once more, he kissed her. The kiss between Vergil and Sapphire deepened, their breaths mingling as he held her nape with firm intent, pulling her closer. Sapphire, always composed and in control, now seemed completely lost in the intensity of the moment. Her nails dug lightly into his shoulders, and her posture, typically so poised, dissolved into pure surrender. The room seemed to heat with the sheer force of their connection, punctuated by the soft, wet sounds of their kisses. Vergil leaned back slightly, adjusting Sapphire in his lap to a more intimate position. His movements were deliberate, exuding absolute dominance as she gripped his shoulders for balance. His hand slid down to her lower back, pressing her firmly against him. Each touch ignited the atmosphere further, the tension between them erupting into something far more voracious.

And then, the door to the quarters burst open abruptly.

The sound echoed through the room, shattering the bubble of desire that had enveloped the two. Vergil, with his sharp reflexes, immediately turned his head toward the entrance, though he made no effort to release Sapphire from her spot on his lap. Sapphire also glanced over, though far more leisurely, her lips still flushed from the fierce kiss and her eyes gleaming as if she were ready to tear apart whoever dared interrupt them.

Standing at the entrance was Viviane, frozen in place as if time itself had stopped around her. Her wide eyes locked on the scene before her, mouth slightly agape, forming a perfect "O," and the tray in her hands trembled precariously, threatening to fall.

"M-m-…" she stammered, her voice hesitant, barely audible at first. But as she processed what she was seeing, her tone grew firmer. "What the hell is going on here?"

Vergil showed no hint of embarrassment. In fact, he smiled—that signature grin of his that danced on the edge between provocation and audacity. "Viviane," he said with impressive calm, "isn't it obvious? We're… having a conversation."

"Having a conversation?" Viviane echoed, her voice rising an octave as her eyes darted between the two of them.

Sapphire, perched elegantly on Vergil's lap, their undeniable closeness, their flushed lips, and their expressions—it all spoke of something far beyond mere conversation.

"Well," Sapphire interjected, leaning back slightly against Vergil's chest but making no effort to leave his lap. Her tone was cool and dripping with playful arrogance. "I'm simply enjoying some time with my dear son-in-law." She punctuated the remark with a provocative smile.