My Precious little Diamond

There was a time, not long ago, when my life was simple. I went to school, failed math quizzes, gamed until 3 AM, and, most importantly, was hopelessly head over heels for the Queen Bee. She was the pinnacle of perfection, the girl every guy wanted, the girl I dreamed of. I was the King of Simps, worshipping her from afar, fantasizing about a life where I could even talk to her without tripping over my own tongue.

And now? Now, I'm married. Not to her, though, oh no, fate had other plans. My wife? Emilia, a literal demon. Thanks, Maltraxus.

See, it all started with Maltraxus, the Demon Lord of Chaos. He decided fatherhood wasn't really his vibe and dumped his kid into my lap via Emilia, who is apparently the demon equivalent of a delivery service. Maltraxus gets to dodge child support, and I get to play house with a demon woman who's way too comfortable yelling at squirrels and terrorizing stray cats.

And the cherry on top? Emilia thinks this is totally normal. "It's just human culture, Alex," she says while casually levitating the toaster

which is probably going to explode again..

A Demon Wife's Version of High School

"Alex! I saw an evil spirit!" Emilia burst into the room, her crimson eyes gleaming with excitement or chaos, I can never tell.

I groaned, slamming my locker shut. "What now?"

She pointed dramatically down the hallway. "This... structure is crawling with dark energy! And the thoughts, ugh, they're horrible."

By "structure," she meant school. Emilia still hasn't gotten the hang of human terminology. But yeah, I'm sure the "dark energy" she's sensing is just the collective dread of students trying to survive Ms. Benson's calculus test.

Let me paint you a picture: you're walking into school, minding your own business, when BAM, your demon wife strolls in beside you. She's wearing the school uniform like it's couture, her aura radiating confidence and chaos. And you? You're just praying to survive the day without becoming the subject of a million whispered conversations.

Spoiler: I failed.

The Queen Bee Clash

It all started with Lucy, the Queen Bee. She cornered me the moment I stepped through the gates.

"So, Alex," she said, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her phone, "you're bringing... her to school now?"

"Uh, yeah, she's my—"

"I don't care," she snapped, her eyes narrowing at Emilia, who stood there looking entirely unimpressed. "Just keep her out of my way."

But Emilia doesn't "stay out of the way." Oh no, she thrives on chaos.

"What's wrong, girl?" Emilia said with a sweet but deadly smile. "Worried someone might outshine you for once?"

Lucy's jaw clenched so hard I thought her teeth might crack. The entire hallway went silent. People stared, whispers buzzing like flies.

Hallway

"Damn... who's that hot girl?" I heard someone mutter.

"Girls, she's like a muscle mommy!"

"Look at her curves... her skirt..."

"There's no way she's his girlfriend," someone scoffed.

And then, the bravest idiot in school decided to approach us.

"Hey, virgin," he sneered at me, like he hadn't used that line a hundred times before. Normally, I'd just shrug it off, but today? Today, Emilia was with me.

"You must be his cousin or something, right?" the guy continued, eyeing Emilia up and down. "You wouldn't date someone like him... hehe, right?"

Emilia chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine

and probably his too..

His gaze drifted, of course, to her chest.

"Oh no," she said, her voice dripping with amusement, "he's not my boyfriend or something."

The guy sighed in relief, grinning smugly. "Yup, I knew it. A beautiful girl like you wouldn't date a virgin like—"

"Actually," Emilia cut in, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "he's my husband. And I'm his devoted wife."

His jaw? Dropped. His eyes? Wide as saucers. The guy just stood there, gaping at me like I'd grown a second head.

The hallway erupted into chaos.

"No way."

"He's married?!"

"To her?!"

I could feel a hundred pairs of eyes boring into me. I wanted to melt into the floor.

Let's be clear: I didn't choose this life. I didn't wake up one day and think, Hey, you know what would be fun? Becoming the husband of a demon woman and bringing her to school.

But here we are.

And as everyone stared at me, some in awe, most in disbelief, I realized one thing: high school was never going to be the same again.

As if walking into school with Emilia wasn't enough of a circus, the real show started in class. Of course, she insisted on sitting next to me.

The Class

She didn't just sit; she claimed her spot, making it painfully obvious to everyone that I was hers. Her large breasts pressed against my arm, a deliberate move that sent whispers rippling across the room like wildfire.

I could feel the heat of a hundred stares burning into the back of my head.

"Emilia," I whispered through gritted teeth, trying to lean away without making it obvious. "What are you doing?"

"What?" she said, her voice dripping with fake innocence. "I'm just showing everyone how devoted I am to my husband."

Spouses should show affection, sure. But not in public. And definitely not when it's all because of some cursed contract!

The Aftermath

By the time school ended, neither boys nor girls could stop staring. Some glared, others gawked, and a few just looked utterly confused.

As we walked out of the building, I could hear fragments of conversations:

"Did you see the way she was clinging to him?"

"There's no way she's serious."

"Maybe it's some kind of prank?"

I didn't have the energy to care. I just wanted to make it home without someone asking for my autograph like I was some kind of celebrity.

Queen Bee's Wrath

Then there was Lucy, the Queen Bee herself, standing by the lockers with her arms crossed, looking like she was ready to explode.

"That damned Emilia..." she muttered under her breath, her perfectly manicured nails tapping impatiently against her arm. "She'll pay for that."

Her voice dropped to a whisper, low enough that no one else could hear:

"How dare she take away my man..."

Her words hung in the air, unnoticed by anyone but her.

And me? I could feel the storm brewing. It was going to be a long week.

After surviving the day at school with Emilia, I was ready to collapse in bed and forget the entire ordeal. But as soon as I opened the door to my house, I knew something was off.

There she was, the demon child Maltraxus dumped on me, tied to a chair in the middle of the living room. My parents stood on either side of her, arms crossed, looking like they were auditioning for the FBI.

"Alright, little girl," my dad said, his voice stern but with an edge of confusion. "Who are you, and why do you look like... uh... something out of a horror movie?"

Mom nodded in agreement, eyeing the demon child like she was an alien.

The kid just stared at them, her crimson eyes gleaming with silent defiance. Clearly, she wasn't in the mood to explain her whole spawn-of-hell backstory to a couple of suburban parents.

Enter Emilia

Then Emilia and I walked in, and the moment the demon child saw us, her demeanor flipped like a switch.

"Fuck! Fuck! Daddy! Save!" she shrieked, wriggling in her chair.

I froze, my face instantly heating up. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

Emilia's lips curled into an amused smile, clearly enjoying the chaos. "Oh, she's just repeating what she learned from you, Alex. Didn't you call her that once?"

"No, I..." I stopped mid-sentence, memories flooding back. Oh no... I did say it once. By accident.

My parents stared at me in horror.

"Alex," my mom said slowly, her voice a mix of disbelief and anger. "Why is this child calling you... daddy?"

"I can explain!" I blurted, raising my hands defensively. "It's not what it sounds like!"

The demon child, meanwhile, seemed to think this was all hilarious. She started chanting, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" like it was her new favorite word.

Emilia? She just stood there, smirking like the devil herself. "Well, it is technically true. You're raising her now, so—"

"EMILIA, NOT HELPING!"

My dad pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something about needing a drink. My mom looked like she was about to faint.

And me? I was beginning to think Maltraxus cursed me in more ways than one.

The interrogation ended with my parents giving me the look, the one that said, You're explaining everything later.

And as the demon child cackled in her chair, I couldn't help but think: This was just another day in the circus that is my life.