My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Japan's largest otaku event, an ocean of cosplayers, rare manga, endless lines, and shared sweat under the scorching sun. A true paradise for pop culture lovers... and, ironically, the last place anyone would expect to find a Demon King casually strolling among humans.

Vergil got out of the Skyline R34 and looked around, frowning slightly at the noisy crowd and colorful tents. The muffled roar of the engine still echoed in his ears when he turned to her.

"I figured you'd want something more... intimate," he murmured, the corner of his mouth pulling into a discreet smile, laden with sarcasm and familiarity.

Ada got out of the car like a movie star who had mistakenly stumbled into a nerdy festival. Her look was simple—and precisely because of that, dangerous.

Tight, deep blue jeans outlined every curve as if they had been sewn onto her. The pink blouse, tucked into her waist, hugged her body provocatively without being vulgar. No cleavage, no transparency, and yet she drew attention like a work of art displayed in a temple of pixels and paper.

Vergil watched her for a second longer than he should have, his eyes roaming over that outfit designed to distract even the most disciplined of minds.

"You know you're not helping to keep a low profile, right?" he said, adjusting the collar of his coat while disguising his gaze.

Ada smiled, putting on her sunglasses with a charming snap.

"Me? I'm just accompanying my husband on a cultural outing." She winked. 'Besides... no one would believe that a Demon King would be in the middle of an event like this. Especially wearing an Evangelion T-shirt.'

Vergil looked down at his own shirt and sighed. 'It's your fault. You said it was 'themed.'"

"It was," she replied, laughing as she mingled with the crowd.

They entered the event, diving into a sea of people, colors, high-pitched sounds, and the stifling heat typical of human gatherings.

"We're here," Ada announced, opening her arms as if presenting a secret empire hidden behind anime costumes, giant posters, and the irresistible smell of yakisoba and sweat.

Vergil watched the chaos around him with a neutral expression, but his eyes showed genuine confusion.

"This looks like a New Year's festival... only with less decency and more tentacles," he muttered, dodging what appeared to be a group of five people dressed as demonic versions of schoolgirls.

Ada laughed loudly, delighted by his reaction. "You really don't understand any of this, do you?"

"I have no idea where I'm stepping," he admitted, looking around cautiously. "There's a woman dressed as... whatever that is, selling pillows with faces on them. And those people over there are paying to take pictures with a guy covered in purple paint?"

"Cosplay, my love. This is the paradise of human fantasy." Ada pulled him by the hand, ignoring his hesitation. 'Come on. You need to experience all this before you start complaining.'

"I know what cosplay is, dear, but isn't that a bit much?" He said, pointing to a girl dressed as a strange robot.

"Oh, it's fun." That was all she said as they continued on.

Vergil let her lead him, feeling the stares of some curious onlookers—not because they recognized him, but because even among cosplayers and dedicated fans, he exuded a presence that didn't fit in with the place. Elegant, somber, and dangerously handsome. An aura that couldn't be disguised with sunglasses or anime T-shirts.

"So, what are we going to do here?" he asked, still looking suspiciously at a line where a girl was crying with emotion after getting an autograph from a voice actor.

Ada smiled mischievously. 'First, let's walk around. Show you what humans do when they escape the boredom of their lives. Then... I have a plan.'

"That doesn't reassure me at all."

She dragged him through the crowded aisles. She showed him the independent artists' stalls, where young people sold their own drawings with passion in their eyes.

They passed by an improvised karaoke bar where a group of girls sang Love Live! songs out of tune with the conviction of warriors. They ate takoyaki, she insisted he try matcha ice cream — which he bitterly judged as "cold, too sweet, and pointlessly green" — and took a photo together in a booth full of digital hearts and filters that added cat ears.

Ada laughed so hard she had to lean on him.

"Vergil... with cat ears. The underworld will collapse if this leaks."

"It will collapse with shame," he replied, but he put the photo in his coat's inside pocket, hiding a half-smile.

In the middle of the walk, she pointed to a stall with swords and replica anime weapons. He stopped in front of a replica katana with very flashy engravings, from an anime called "Demon Slayer."

"That's pretty funny," Vergil chuckled. "They're too flashy."

"That's why I brought you here," Ada replied, her eyes sparkling. 'To laugh. To get away from that hell, from problems, from responsibilities. Just the two of us, in a world that expects nothing from us.'

He looked at her for a long moment. In the middle of that strange and chaotic world, Ada seemed more alive than ever. Radiant, light... happy.

"You seem strange," he said, pulling her gently by the waist. 'Are you sure everything is okay?'

She moved closer, resting her forehead against his.

"Relax, everything is as planned."

As the couple walked through the increasingly crowded corridors—with vendors shouting offers and cell phone flashes lighting up the room like artificial lightning—Vergil stopped abruptly. A discreet, almost mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

Ada noticed the shift in his gaze and followed the focus of his attention.

There was a group of girls—perhaps seven or eight—all dressed as the same character: Sakurajima Mai, in her most famous version, wearing the classic bunny outfit. High heels, black pantyhose, bunny ears, and those corsets that seemed to want to enter the hall of fame of male distraction.

Vergil let out a muffled, almost nasal laugh. A rare expression on him: lightheartedness without sarcasm, pure amusement.

Ada frowned, confused.

"What is it?" she asked, looking back at the group. "They're just girls in cosplay."

"Bunnies," he corrected, with an ironic look. 'It reminded me of something that happened recently,' he laughed.

Ada looked more closely. 'Hmm...' she looked closely at that costume... 'Maybe...' she thought, 'let's see... the plan has already started... I'm trying to hide my nervousness... but let's move on!'