My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"So... care to explain why there are two hotties tied up like it's a BDSM photoshoot?" Katharina asked, crossing her arms as she stared at the scene in the luxurious living room. There, in the background, were Iridia and Zex—both incredibly sexy—bound in a highly suspicious manner, with knots that seemed more decorative and fetishistic than functional.

Vergil, lounging in an armchair as if he owned the chaos (which he did), simply pointed at Novah. "It's her fault."

"Eh?! You asked me to do it!" Novah exclaimed indignantly, her face turning bright red in seconds. She flailed her arms in protest, though her defense wasn't helping her case much.

"Ah, of course... the perverted maid," Ada sighed, adjusting her glasses as she cast an exasperated look at Novah.

"P-perverted?! I'm not perverted!!!" Novah roared, her voice hitting a higher pitch as her embarrassment deepened.

Morgana, lounging carelessly on the farthest couch, smirked provocatively. She was wearing a skimpy bikini top and denim shorts so short they barely did their job. With a milkshake in hand, she enjoyed the chaos as though it were top-tier entertainment. "Pretty sure you were all hot and bothered when Vergil spanked you the other day."

Novah froze, her hands trembling as she pointed at Morgana. "W-what?! That has nothing to do with this!! I-I was wrong, and Vergil just... corrected me!"

"Corrected you with spankings," Katharina said, raising an eyebrow, her voice laced with suspicion as she crossed her arms tighter. Clearly, this "incident" was news to her—and not the good kind.

"You're all focusing way too much on irrelevant details," Vergil interrupted, rising from his seat with the calm demeanor of someone fully in control. He cast a look at Morgana, who returned it with a mischievous grin. "The point here is that we need important information from these two."

"Information, huh? Or are you just trying to cover up the things you've been doing with other women again?" Ada asked in a cold tone, her gaze sharp as a blade.

"Both," Vergil replied with a devilish smile. He turned to look at the two unconscious women, still bound but undoubtedly furious when they woke up. "And honestly, you should all be thanking me. The knots are perfect. A real work of art. Nice job, Novah."

"I'll tie a knot around your neck!" Novah growled through clenched teeth, looking away nervously as the room's atmosphere teetered between comedic and absurd.

"Oh, yeah? Try it," Vergil shot back with a challenging grin, crossing his arms. His posture was that of someone who knew no one in the room would actually dare, or at least not without hilarious consequences.

"Focus," Roxanne interjected, clearly unimpressed. Her tone was sharp, and the glare she directed at everyone was a mix of irritation and frustration. She was still visibly annoyed that her romantic evening had been interrupted. After all, she was a woman with clear desires, and nothing annoyed her more than having her plans derailed.

"So, what's the plan, then?" Roxanne demanded, arms crossed and her gaze impatient, her eyes glinting with a hint of irritation.

Vergil took a step closer to the two unconscious women, casually lifting the swords they had been carrying. The blades glowed faintly with a holy aura, but he held them as if they were mere trophies. "They came after me with these beauties," he said, swinging the swords slightly so everyone could get a better look. "Fragments of the original Excalibur, it seems. Two 'Ex-Caliburs.' And, to be honest, I got curious."

Novah opened her mouth to speak, but Katharina silenced her with a sharp look, clearly more interested in what Vergil had to say.

"So," Vergil continued, still examining the swords with care, "I called Viviane. She should be here soon. My lovely servant will probably have more answers about these weapons." He shot a playful grin at Roxanne. "Maybe even quickly enough for us to get back to our evening."

Roxanne rolled her eyes, though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed that the idea wasn't entirely unappealing to her. "Just make sure this doesn't take long," she murmured, still crossing her arms but standing with a slightly more relaxed posture. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

Not even a second passed before a crimson magic circle flared to life in the center of the room, casting a vibrant glow that immediately drew everyone's attention. In the next instant, an elegant figure emerged from the circle, walking gracefully as if she owned the place.

The woman had long, flowing blue hair cascading down to her waist, shimmering as though dusted with starlight. She wore a flawlessly tailored maid uniform, provocative in its cut, accentuating her curves in an almost scandalous manner. A pristine white apron adorned the black and red ensemble, while a crimson ribbon encircled her neck, adding an air of sophistication and allure.

"My master, you summoned me?" said Viviane, her voice melodic and reverent, yet tinged with amusement, clearly aware of the impact her presence commanded. Her ocean-deep eyes sparkled as they fixed on Vergil, as though nothing else in the room was worth her attention.

Novah crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Oh, great. The perfect maid has arrived," she muttered with a mix of envy and exasperation.

"Viviane," Vergil said with a satisfied smile, entirely ignoring Novah's jab. He held up the swords he had taken from Iridia and Zex. "I have a job for you. These beauties here came from a little problem that dropped into my lap, and I thought you'd be the perfect person to analyze them."

Viviane stepped forward gracefully, her movements so smooth they barely made a sound, and extended her delicate hands. She took the swords as though handling sacred artifacts, her blue eyes glowing with genuine curiosity—and something deeper, a flicker of ancient connection.

"My Excalibur fragments..." she murmured, her tone almost nostalgic as she turned one of the blades gently in her hands to examine it. The holy glow emanating from the swords seemed to recognize her presence, pulsing faintly.

For a moment, she was silent, her serene expression unchanging. Then, her brow furrowed, as if something didn't add up. "How did they put this into blades?" she questioned, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and subtle irritation. "Who dared tamper with my creations? After all..." She paused, looking from Vergil to the swords again, her expression shifting to a blend of incredulity and indignation. "I am the forger. The Lady of the Lake. The creator of the original Excalibur. How is it possible for anything to be done with these fragments without my foreknowledge?"

Vergil raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Interesting, isn't it? Looks like someone's been messing with your work without asking permission. Want me to find out who did it? Or would you prefer to handle that yourself?" he asked, his tone teasing, clearly enjoying the situation.

Viviane pressed her lips into a thin line, her eyes glinting with icy determination as she scrutinized the blades in her hands. "This isn't just an insult. It's a blatant violation," she said, her voice carrying an undercurrent of anger. "Whoever did this clearly has no idea what forces they're meddling with. These fragments were never meant to function this way on their own."

She lifted her gaze from the swords and fixed it on the two unconscious women at the back of the room, her irritation visibly growing. Without a second thought, she placed the blades on a nearby table and marched toward them, her heeled sandals clicking sharply against the luxurious floor.

"WAKE UP, YOU BITCHES!" Viviane roared, her voice booming like thunder through the room. To emphasize her words, she lifted her foot and delivered a firm kick to Zex's side.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Zex screamed, jolting awake with a sharp gasp as though struck by lightning. Her wide eyes darted around in panic before landing on Viviane. "WHO ARE YOU?!"

Viviane crossed her arms, looking down at her with pure disdain. "I'm the owner of the swords you've been playing with, you incompetent fool! Now start talking—where did you get the Excalibur fragments before I lose the last shred of my patience!"

Zex blinked a few times, still disoriented, but Viviane's fierce glare didn't leave her much room to process. "I... we were just following orders, okay?! I don't know where they came from! We were just supposed to bring them back!"

Vergil, leaning casually against the wall, chuckled softly and crossed his arms. "Ah, Viviane... as delicate as ever." He glanced at Roxanne, who simply sighed and muttered, "I give up..."