My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 288: Slice of Dawn

His vision was still blurred, as if he had woken up from a very deep dream or from a battle that had dragged on for ages. But the heat... the heat was real. A human, bodily warmth that enveloped him on all sides.

Every inch of his body was covered by something... or rather, someone.

Vergil opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the soft light filtering through the silk curtains of the master suite. The high ceiling of the mansion in Los Angeles was familiar to him, as was the woody smell with notes of incense and lavender that always filled the room.

"How did I end up here?" he began to mutter, but was interrupted by a soft, almost feline sound.

A delicate purr vibrated against his arm.

Viviane.

She was sleeping there, her face serene, her hair spread over his chest. When Vergil expanded his aura slightly to try to understand the situation better, he froze for a moment.

Sapphire, lying on her left side, one leg thrown lazily over him, as if unwilling to let him escape so soon. Katharina, nestled at the foot of the bed like a resting panther.

Roxanne, completely slumped over his chest as if she were protecting a treasure. Raphaeline and Ada, hugging each other, but still linked to him by an arm or a leg.

Stella, with her head resting on his shoulder, as if this place had been her home for centuries.

Iridia, coiled like a lazy snake around his waist. And even Zex... the one he least expected to do anything was there, resting with a mischievous little smile on her lips.

They were all completely naked. All wrapped in a kind of almost sacred peace, as if the storm had passed... and he was the calm center of a world that had survived the chaos.

Vergil couldn't remember the details. But one thing was certain: he was alive.

And, it seemed, in good company.

Vergil let out a low murmur, almost a whisper. "Hm..."

The sound was enough to set off a chain reaction.

Viviane was the first to move, stretching out against his body like a satisfied cat. A lazy smile appeared on her lips before she even opened her eyes.

"You moved..." she purred, pulling herself even tighter against him.

Just then Stella mumbled something incomprehensible and turned her face away, her golden red hair cascading over Vergil's neck. Katharina let out a deep sigh and stretched as if she were in a yoga class, leaning her toes against his lower back. Zex let out a slight laugh, her eyes still closed.

"How did I end up here?" Zex asked herself sleepily...

One by one, they began to awaken. Their breathing quickened. Eyes opened, yawns were exchanged, gentle movements swept like warm tides around their bodies.

Vergil blinked slowly, taking in everything around him with his mind still foggy - but not enough to ignore the surreal sight before him.

His eyes traveled over each of them.

Viviane, the ethereal grace in the shape of a woman, her golden skin glistening in the morning light while her blue hair was all mussed up...

Sapphire, was basically still in a coma but her voluptuous body spoke for itself.

Katharina, all feline and provocative, even at rest.

Ada, with her serene tranquillity, the type that hid internal storms.

Raphaeline, elegance personified even without clothes, calmly getting up.

Roxanne, the owner of an indomitable magnetism, her body drawn like living art.

Stella, who seemed amused by the situation, and looked like she was going to ask for some candy or something.

Iridia and Zex... although he didn't know why they were there... he didn't deny their presence... they were his employees. So they were his.

Vergil let out a deep sigh and looked up at the ceiling as if waiting for a divine explanation.

"What happened here?" he finally asked, voice hoarse, half serious, half defeated.

Sapphire was the first to answer, still lying next to him, with the slurred voice of someone who was in no hurry to return to the real world.

"It turned out that you don't know when to stop playing with your toy..." she muttered, smiling with one corner of her mouth as she slowly stretched. "Then you fainted after beating that puppy almost to death."

She sat up unceremoniously, her red hair falling like silk down her bare back. In a lazy, elegant movement, she began to tie it into a makeshift ponytail, revealing the firm curve of her shoulders and the lazy glint in her eyes.

Vergil blinked a few times, his brain still trying to catch up with the events of reality.

"I... what?" he muttered, his voice hoarse and confused.

Sapphire looked over her shoulder, as if talking about the weather."Alex Wykes, or whatever stupid name he's using now. I brought him. He's in the dungeon, sleeping like a stone... or a sack of crumpled meat, whatever."

She calmly brushed away a strand of golden hair resting on her left breast, looking at it as if it were an inconvenient reminder of the night before.

Vergil closed his eyes and squeezed his temples. The pain in his head was throbbing, the kind that only appeared after a war - or a cataclysmic orgy.

"Ah... shit... now I remember..." The scene of the fight came back in violent flashes: the blood, the punches, the insanity when he started fighting... and Vergil's own voice promising to kill him with a smile on his face and madness in his eyes.

"It's a good thing I didn't kill him," he said, more to himself than to her.

Sapphire gave a short laugh, getting up and looking around the room for some clothes.

"That's almost the part that annoys me. I should have ripped his head off." Sapphire said.

Sapphire put on a huge black shirt - probably his - that covered everything from the waist up... but absolutely nothing from the waist down. With a purposeful sway of her hips, she walked over to the armchair in the corner of the room and threw herself into it with the grace of someone who knew exactly what she was doing.

She crossed her legs calmly, deliberately exposing more than was necessary... well, she showed everything she could, and of course, gave Vergil a lazy, provocative look.

"And why is everyone gathered...? Vergil asked, frowning. "Like, not that I'm complaining, but... I think it's the first time I've seen so many in one place like this."

Sapphire shrugged as if explaining the weather forecast.

"I arrived with you at dawn," she began, pointing with her chin at Katharina, Ada and Roxanne. "Those three were in the living room, playing something on TV. When they saw you all fucked up, they went into panic mode and carried you into the bedroom."

Then she pointed at Stella and Raphaeline.

"Those two were... busy... doing who knows what in the house. But they heard the chaos and went upstairs together." She said and turned her head towards the mezzanine and pointed casually at Iridia.

"She was in the bathroom masturbating in the bath, alone. Listening to everything. And of course... she came out to participate without hesitation... it's not like she was a servant of God." Sapphire commented.

"I-I!" Iridia groaned in protest, blushing violently, and trying to cover her full breasts and the area between her legs with her arms. "For your information, I was just-"

"I could smell your dripping pussy from the corridor." Sapphire interrupted as calmly as if she were commenting on breakfast.

Iridia buried her face in her hands, groaning with shame.

Sapphire then pointed at Viviane, more neutrally.

"I let her. She got into bed with you to help with the spiritual healing. To prevent an outbreak, to protect your soul, these esoteric and useful things since you were too crazy..."

Viviane sat up slowly, her hair messy around her angelic face. She smiled sweetly - but the glint in her eyes was dangerously mischievous.

"I did a quick ritual while he was asleep. His soul was on fire... I thought it best to put it out before he got up and killed someone still in a coma." Viviane said, smiling.

Vergil just nodded, not knowing what to feel.

Then Sapphire looked directly at Zex, arching an eyebrow in pure curiosity. "Now... you? I have no idea how you got here."

Viviane stepped forward before Zex could open her mouth, her smile becoming a little more devilish.

"She was cleaning the room. She saw everyone starting to undress to lie down with him... and decided to join in. She didn't want to be left out." She laughed softly, almost a sinful whisper.

Zex shuddered, visibly remembering everything. Her wide eyes searched for somewhere to hide her shame..., but it was too late.

'Let's hope they don't find out what I did to the master at dawn while he was sleeping...' Zex thought, remembering something that shouldn't have happened at all! It was an accident!

Vergil looked around... at the naked bodies, the mess of clothes on the floor, the mixed smell of perfume, sweat, blood... and the smell of Iridia.

"Right... but... why were you all naked?" Instantly, all the women looked directly at him. Like a collective entity.

"You said you'd only sleep with us if we were naked." They spoke in unison, their voices in perfect sync.

Vergil's eyes widened in shock. "But... I don't even sleep naked-"

Total silence.

The kind of silence that seemed to pull the air out of the room. None of them blinked. None of them smiled. They all stared at him as if reality itself was waiting for him to finish lying.

He swallowed.

He slowly lowered his gaze, as if afraid of what he would find... The white sheet still covered his waist, but the shirt he remembered wearing... was with Sapphire. That was saying a lot.

With a mixed expression of doubt and resignation, he threw the sheet aside.

Naked. Completely naked.

Vergil sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face. But then... he stopped. His palm rested on his own member... and the warm, sticky sensation made his expression twitch.

"Huh..." He frowned, confused. "Is that...?"

He pulled his hand away, staring at his fingers, then looked back at himself. The base of his member was still wet, but it wasn't sweat... it could only be... saliva... And it definitely wasn't his.

He looked up slowly, like someone turning on a mental spotlight and scanning the crime scene.

Viviane smiled reassuringly. Sapphire watched him with the air of someone who already knew everything. Katharina and Ada pretended to fiddle with their hair. Raphaeline stretched her body like a lazy cat. Roxanne yawned, completely uninterested. Iridia was still hiding behind a pillow, but was now smiling sideways.

They all seemed to be trying to provoke him by implying that something had happened... but they weren't like that, at least, they wouldn't do anything like that...

And then... he saw it.

Zex.

Leaning against the opposite wall of the bed, knees together, holding the sheet up to her chin like a shield. Her face was absurdly red. Eyes wide. Trembling. Completely out of keeping with the sensual tone of the rest of the room.

Vergil tilted his head slightly, his sharp gaze now fixed on her.

Zex looked away immediately.

"Hmmm..." Vergil murmured, thoughtfully. "Interesting..."

Zex sank further into the sheet, now in a cold sweat. 'SHE'S GONE!' Zex screamed internally... but luckily... something saved her.

Sapphire said loudly, "Let's go, we've got visitors." She said smiling. She said smiling, "We have to go down. Before the traumatized princess wakes up and tries to bite us."

"Kaguya?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.

Sapphire smiled without turning around. "Successfully kidnapped!"