My Wives are Beautiful Demons

One by one, they began to dress. Fabrics sliding over bare skin, muffled laughter, complicit glances.

Vergil sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, watching. But not just any girl. His eyes were fixed on Zex.

She was trembling slightly, her movements hesitant as she lifted a pair of black lace panties. The garment seemed too small to hide anything, and the way she put it on, trying to cover as much and as little as possible at the same time, revealed how disconnected she was from her surroundings.

She was visibly uncomfortable. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing ragged, her eyes avoiding his at all costs.

Then a pair of underpants flew in her direction.

"Aren't you coming?" Sapphire asked, already dressed, fixing the collar of the oversized shirt that was clearly his.

Vergil caught the garment in the air, without looking away from Zex.

"I'm coming," he replied with a smile. "Wait for me downstairs. Before we talk to Kaguya and that Alex guy, I need a moment."

Sapphire watched him for a moment. She knew. A lazy smile formed on her lips.

"All right. Don't be long."

She left without haste, her hips swaying gently as if she were leaving perfume in the air with every step.

One by one, they all left the room, some with muffled laughter, others just casting one last curious glance at Vergil and Zex.

In the end, only two remained.

Iridia, already partially dressed, seemed to hesitate, as if she didn't want to leave Zex alone. But before she could say anything, Vergil spoke, his voice low and controlled.

"Iridia... could you get some clothes for me downstairs, please?"

She looked at him, then at Zex, then at him again. A small smile appeared on her lips.

"Of course," she replied softly, and left, closing the door with an almost inaudible click.

Now all that was left was him... and Zex.

She had put on her panties, but still held her bra against her chest like armor. Her hands were shaking slightly.

The silence settled for a few seconds, tense, almost magnetic.

Vergil stood up slowly, pulling his underwear down over his hips with the calm of someone who knew that every move was being watched. He walked over to the window, partially opened the curtain and let the soft light of the early morning in. Then he turned to her.

"Zex."

She pressed her bra against her body, her eyes wide.

"Yes?" he answered in a sliver of a voice.

He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down again, now closer to her.

"What did you do during the night?" Vergil asked with a calm but inquisitive smile.

Zex bit her lower lip, hesitating. Her eyes fled from his for a few seconds, full of conflict, shame and a certain internal panic. For a moment, it looked as if she was going to deny it, make up some excuse, or just run out of there.

But then... she unclasped her bra with a heavy sigh, letting it fall gently to the floor beside the bed. She took a deep breath, as if she was about to confess to a crime.

"It was an accident..." she muttered, almost inaudibly. "I'm sorry..."

Vergil continued to watch. The intense gaze from before softened, but didn't lose its depth. There was something there... a curiosity he couldn't ignore.

"Tell me what you did," he insisted, calmer now, but still wanting to understand exactly.

Zex swallowed, her fingertips playing nervously with the hem of her shirt. His face was completely red.

"B-well..." she began, with a crooked smile and eyes avoiding his, "I... move a lot when I sleep... so I kind of... ended up..."

"Finished...?" Vergil tilted his head slightly, his tone deeper, drawing out every word. He wanted her to say everything.

She bit her lip harder.

"I slept with my mouth open..." she said quietly, almost as if she were telling a dirty secret. "And you had... no clothes on... so I kind of..."

She closed her eyes, as if it would make her disappear. "I kind of... drooled on you."

Vergil frowned. "Drooled... where exactly?"

Zex hesitated for long seconds, then slowly raised her eyes, staring at him as if she were about to be judged.

"You were lying down... and I sort of turned on my side, and my head... well, it was below my waist, and... my mouth was open... so... I drooled a little... right there."

She pointed vaguely at his groin area, but looked away immediately afterwards, embarrassed to the core.

Vergil blinked a few times, completely stunned.

"...Are you telling me that you drooled on my cock in your sleep?"

Zex made a sound of pure embarrassed despair, her hands covering her face so tightly that he seemed to want to disappear into them.

"It wasn't intentional! I swear!"

For a few seconds, the room was completely silent. Not even the morning breeze dared to interrupt that moment. Then Vergil slowly ran his hand over his face and let out a low, hoarse, almost incredulous laugh.

"Well... it wasn't as bizarre as I thought," he said, between muffled chuckles. "I swear my first theory was that you'd woken up in the middle of the night and... I don't know, sucked me off without me realizing it."

He shrugged with a nonchalant smile.

"But if that's all it was, then fine. Sorry for forcing the situation, Zex."

He smiled gently and started to get out of bed... but froze in place when he noticed something strange.

Zex didn't answer. She was still as red as a tomato, but now... her eyes were wide. She was biting her lip again, and seemed stuck.

Vergil frowned, tilting his head in slight confusion.

"...Zex?"

She hesitated, taking a deep breath, before murmuring in a low, shaky and utterly reprehensible voice:

"I... woke up."

Vergil remained silent, his gaze still confused.

"You what?"

She closed her eyes tightly, as if confessing it was a death sentence.

"I woke up already... with it in my mouth," she said, in a string of voices. "That's why I drooled... I... I sort of... started while I was still asleep..."

The sentence hung in the air, and the silence that followed was even more intense than before.

Vergil stared at her for a few seconds. No words. His face went from confusion to surprise, from surprise to... a dangerous mixture of shock and barely concealed excitement.

"...You woke up sucking my cock."

Zex made a muffled noise, hiding her face with her hands again, his shoulders bowed as if he were trying to shrink into dust.

Vergil sat on the edge of the bed again, without taking his eyes off her. There was something in his eyes now. A different gleam. Curious. Warm.

"And why exactly did you... continue?" he asked, his voice lower, husky. "You could have stopped."

Zex didn't answer right away. He just took a deep breath, then looked up slowly. Still flushed, still nervous... but now, there was honesty there.

"Because... I wanted to," she said softly. "Even if it was just for that moment. Even if you didn't remember."

Vergil watched her, his expression more serious now. No judgment, no irony. Just... listening.

He moved a little closer.

"Did you?" he repeated.

Zex nodded, almost imperceptibly. "I did."

Vergil took a deep breath, running his hand slowly through his hair. Then he reached out, gently touching her chin with his fingers.

"Then why are you so ashamed?" he asked calmly. "Do you think I'd be bothered by that?"

Zex froze.

Not like someone freezing with cold or fear. But like an old clock, when a gear slips out of place and time just... stops.

Her brain tried to process what he had just said, but failed. Once, twice, three times.

"W-what do you mean?" she stammered, confused, her eyes wide.

Vergil merely arched an eyebrow as he calmly got out of bed, his nudity shrouded in the naturalness of someone who no longer carried common modesty.

"Oh, of course... you're human." He commented as if noticing a curious detail. "I think my morality went away some time ago. I don't care about these conventions anymore."

His gaze traveled down her body, and he noticed that Zex's bra had slipped off her shoulders and was now lying at her side. She was completely exposed, but didn't even seem to notice. Vergil, on the other hand, seemed fully aware of every detail.

"Besides," he continued, returning his eyes to hers, "when I said that you would be my maids... didn't you realize what I meant by my maids?"

He emphasized the word firmly.

Zex opened his mouth to retort, but stopped himself. In his mind, the memory of Viviane - the head of the maids - in bed with him surfaced. And she was just the leader of the group. An employee, just like her.

"Oh..." Zex whispered, her eyes slowly lowering, as if the pieces were only now falling into place.

Before she could sink into shame again, she felt a warm hand slide through her short, messy hair.

Vergil was there, right in front of her. Stroking her gently, but with authority.

"Next time... just ask me." His voice was firm but soft. "I'll take care of you. All right?"

He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead. That small but unexpectedly intimate gesture made her whole body shudder.

"If you want this," he whispered against her skin, "it means you like it here. And for me, that's enough."

He then turned and opened the door.

And immediately, Iridia fell upon him, with a small surprised cry and her hair in a mess. She had clearly been listening outside.

The fall was chaotic - legs entwined, breasts pressed against his chest, and a muffled sound of shock as they both touched the ground.

Vergil held her with one hand, laughing softly.

"Snooping on your master is ugly, you know that?"

Iridia, still on top of him, blinked twice, before puffing out her chest with a mischievous grin.

"If I didn't snoop... I'd never find out that I can just ask for things!" she retorted, with that teasing glint in her eyes.

Vergil arched an eyebrow.

"Is that so? So... you want to order something?"

She nodded vigorously. Her breasts moved dangerously close to his face as she lay on top of him, with no intention of getting out of that awkward position.

"And what do you want?" he asked, his tone becoming more serious, more insinuating.

Iridia smiled, her eyes shining hungrily.

"A kiss."

And before he could say anything, she threw herself against his lips with a wild boldness. The kiss was hot, hungry, unceremonious. As if she wanted to mark the moment, to make it clear that she too was there... and that she too wanted more.

Zex, still standing in the bedroom, watched the scene with her face on fire and her heart racing