My Wives are Beautiful Demons

24  A troubled sleep

The sun began to filter through the curtains of Vergil's messy room, spreading soft light across the space.

"Damn," he blinked, feeling the warmth permeate the room. He was still a bit groggy as his senses slowly returned to consciousness.

The first thing he noticed was the uneven weight on his body, something warm and... uncomfortably familiar.

His first reaction was to try and move, but soon, he realized he was completely trapped.

Literally, he was totally immobilized.

His body was being crushed by three sleeping women, each in positions that could only be described as... incredibly compromising.

Katharina was on his left side, her arm thrown across Vergil's chest, while her almost completely exposed breasts pressed against him. The thin fabric of her nightwear was being thoroughly squashed by the sheer force of her airbags... He could clearly see them being squeezed out of the clothing.

Roxanne, wearing only panties and a bra, was stretched across his legs, her slim, petite body resting on him like he was a human mattress. And, of course, completing the "My Three Beautiful Wives" kit, the chaos ended with Ada, who was on the other side with her breasts pressed against his face, her slightly hardened nipples almost touching his mouth as she breathed peacefully.

Vergil felt quite embarrassed, but internally, he was fighting to ignore the shame, focusing on something else: "How the hell did this happen?" That was his only question... In fact, he didn't even remember how his room was spacious enough to comfortably fit four people like this.

"Ah... I remember..." The last thing he truly remembered from the previous night, aside from the scandal his mother made, was Katharina pulling him off the bed to the improvised mattresses on the floor, saying it "would be more comfortable," and somehow, that had turned into some kind of carnal mess.

He tried, rather futilely, to move, but any attempt to get out of that situation without waking them seemed impossible.

"Do demons... sleep this much?" he wondered, though he was smiling the entire time—it wasn't really a problem.

He took a deep breath, smelling Ada's sweet perfume mixed with the body heat of the three. He basically had a blanket of beautiful celestial beauties. Were they demonic? Yes, but they were also his lovely wives.

The fact that they were this close to him shouldn't be surprising, though, considering how volatile the three acted toward each other... It was really surprising that these three grumpy demonic women slept so comfortably like angels!

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Finally, feeling like he had no choice, he began trying to wake his wives.

"Er… Katharina? Ada? Roxanne?" His voice came out muffled due to Ada's chest practically smothering his face. "Could you... get off me?"

Katharina was the first to wake.

Her emerald eyes opened slowly, and a lazy smile spread across her face as she realized the position she was in. "Ah, good morning, darling," she murmured, making no effort to cover her exposed breasts. On the contrary, she adjusted herself as if wanting Vergil to notice them even more. "Did you sleep well, darling?" she teased, almost saying, "Go ahead! Grab them!"

Vergil sighed, trying to ignore her provocative tone. After all, he couldn't give in to his demonic side and attack her shamelessly like that, despite being tempted.

"It's not like I had much of a choice. You're... literally on top of me," he muttered... 'If they keep teasing me like this, I won't be able to hold back...' he thought.

She giggled, finally moving away a bit but still not bothering to cover herself.

Katharina never cared much about modesty, and Vergil knew that. He realized it the moment he woke up in the demon world. As she got up, Roxanne and Ada began to wake as well.

"Mm... Vergil..." Roxanne murmured, her eyes still closed, stretching as she continued to press her body against his. "You're so comfortable... We should sleep like this every night," she said, yawning. She had really slept well...

Vergil tried to move again, but the weight of Roxanne and Ada still pinned him down. "I appreciate the compliment, Roxanne, but... I need a little room to breathe."

Roxanne opened her eyes and smiled at him, clearly in no hurry to get up. She moved closer, her hands starting to slide across Vergil's chest. "But you like being like this, don't you? Between the three of us..." she teased as well...

He felt a slight blush rise to his face, but before he could respond, Ada, who still had her chest pressed against his face, finally woke up. She let out a soft moan as she opened her eyes, realizing the compromising position. Instead of moving away immediately, she smiled mischievously. "Ah, so that's what it was… you looked so comfortable. I should've woken up earlier to enjoy this view."

'What has this girl turned into? Wait! Where's the cold, demanding Ada?!' he questioned himself.

"Please, Ada," he said, his voice still muffled by her breasts, "you're... not letting me breathe."

Ada let out a low laugh, finally moving away and allowing him to breathe more easily. "Ah, sorry, darling."

Vergil sighed, finally sitting up as he tried to process what had just happened.

He glanced over at Katharina, who was now standing and lazily stretching.

Her breasts were still almost exposed, and she didn't seem to care. "You're all impossible," he muttered, though there was affection in his voice.

Katharina laughed, leaning in and brushing her lips against his forehead. "I know you love me like this."

He smiled, pulling Roxanne and Ada closer. "Yes, I do. Very much."

"Ah, I'm still sleepy…" Roxanne mumbled. "W-what's going on here?" Ada asked. "Oh, she's awake," Katharina remarked, looking at Ada. "Did I do it again?…" Ada commented to Katharina. "Yes, you need to see a doctor. Demons don't have sleepwalking that changes their personality. I remember the last time we slept in the same—" "Quiet," Ada said, cutting her off completely.

Vergil watched the exchange, completely baffled! What stories did these women have together?! What did she mean by "again?!" And how could there be a "sleepwalking demon?!"

And once again, for the tenth time, he simply sighed. What could he do with these... crazy demons in his life? They were just so... problematic!

"Now," he said, finally standing up with the three around him, "we better go downstairs. My mom is probably waiting for us... and considering what happened last night, I think we need to have a talk."

The three demons exchanged knowing glances, mischievous smiles forming on their lips. "Ah yes... the talk," Katharina murmured with a voice full of amusement. "This is going to be interesting."

"Don't do anything that will get me killed…" he said, feeling a wave of anxiety rising in his stomach.

He loved his mother, but precisely because he loved her so much, he knew that, right now, he was like a prisoner on death row! His mother still knew nothing about his "demonic side," and that complicated everything. How could he explain this to such an intense woman?

Taking a deep breath, he began descending the stairs, with his three wives close behind him. The sound of footsteps echoed through the quiet house, and as they reached the bottom floor, he saw his mother sitting on the living room couch, an indescribable expression on her face.

She seemed static, as if she had spent the entire night sitting on the couch, brooding over everything that had happened...

She crossed her arms, her stern gaze fixed on Vergil. "Good morning," she said, her voice surprisingly calm.

"Good morning, Mom," Vergil replied, trying to keep his voice steady. The three women behind him remained silent, their expressions varying between curiosity and anticipation.

Felicia looked at the three for a moment, then turned her gaze back to him. "You and I need to talk. Now."

Vergil nodded, knowing he couldn't postpone that conversation.

He approached and sat on the couch in front of her, while Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne stood behind him, watching the scene.

Felicia took a deep breath before beginning. "Vergil… I know you're an adult now, and I don't have the right to control your life. But what happened last night… You traveled without telling me where you were going, came back in the middle of the night with… your three wives," she paused, as if still trying to accept that idea, "and gave me no explanation. I'd love to hear what you have to say before I end up murdering you, alright?" She said with a calm smile, but Vergil clearly saw a slight twitch at the corner of her lips…

He looked at her for a long moment, trying to find the right words. "Mom... I know you're worried, and I'm sorry for disappearing without a word. It was a... complicated situation, and I couldn't explain at the time."

"Complicated?" She raised an eyebrow. "Vergil, that's an understatement. What's really going on?" He noticed something his mother wouldn't normally do... She was holding back... Felicia Kennedy, the most chaotic woman Vergil had ever known, far more than these three literal demons, was restraining herself to keep up the image of a mother-in-law for them?

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