My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Ada squeezed Vergil's hand lightly, as if holding something too precious to let go—even for a moment. She looked at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and tension, though her expression remained calm and charming.

"Let's go to the event's shopping district," she said, gently pulling him through the crowd.

Vergil didn't question her, he just followed her. It was curious to see how she seemed to know every turn of the place, every corner hidden between colorful tents and merchandise stands. Loudspeakers announced news, people passed by laughing, taking pictures, wearing costumes ranging from medieval knights to magical girls in dramatic poses.

The commercial district was the most organized—and most chaotic—part of Comiket. A vast area divided into sectors: doujinshis, collectible figures, official products, independent works, and of course, the premium section where the most popular and expensive stands were located. It was a sea of vibrant flags, with smiling characters and aggressive sales slogans.

Inside, the air seemed even hotter. Not because of the weather, but because of the number of people packed together, their repressed desires seeking escape in a keychain, a signed piece of art, an exclusive artbook.

Vergil glanced over everything without much interest until Ada suddenly turned to him.

"I need to get something... important," she said with an expression too neutral to be honest.

"Important how?" he raised an eyebrow.

She deliberately ignored him, taking two steps back and pointing to a line that stretched like a living snake, almost doubling around the inner block of the fair.

"Stay here. Hold our place in line. I promise I'll be back soon."

Vergil looked at the line, then at her, then at the line again. "You want me to... stand here...?"

Ada smiled, the kind of smile she used to convince him of absurd things.

"Yes. Trust me, it's part of the plan."

He snorted, but ended up nodding. "You and your enigmatic plans..."

"You'll see. Just hold the spot. Don't talk to anyone, don't accept strange gifts, and please... don't break anything."

She walked away into the crowd before he could reply.

Vergil sighed, crossed his arms, and took his place at the end of the line. Some people in front of him were overly excited, discussing limited edition figures. Others stared at him, curious about the striking-looking stranger with impeccable posture standing there—like a character from some obscure franchise that no one recognized, but that everyone thought was "aesthetically very well done."

He ignored the stares and stood there, watching the flow of humans in frenzy around him, as if analyzing a new species of creatures... until something caught his attention...

Vergil narrowed his eyes, boredom giving way to a twinge of something more... unexpected. The crowd was still bustling around him, but for a moment, the world seemed to slow down.

He looked up, as if sensing a change in the air — and there she was.

A few feet ahead in line, a woman stood out like a beacon in the middle of the nerdy ocean. Tall, with accentuated and mesmerizing curves, her tanned skin glowed under the artificial lights of the pavilion. Her white hair fell in perfect waves to the middle of her back, highlighted by shiny star-shaped clips.

Her outfit was a blatant challenge to the logic of the event: a miniskirt so short that it suggested more than it hid, sparkling fishnet stockings rising to mid-thigh, a low-cut top studded with holographic rhinestones that highlighted every movement of her generous bust. Sky-high heels completed the look—and despite all this, she moved with feline grace and absolute confidence, as if all this chaos were her natural habitat.

Vergil raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhere between confusion and fascination.

The woman looked around, as if searching for someone—or something. And then her eyes sparkled as they turned in his direction.

Vergil frowned. For a moment, something about her presence touched a thread of memory. Something... ancient.

He murmured, almost inaudibly:

"Aphrodite?"

The woman froze for a brief second, as if her name had been a spell cast amid the chaos. Then a smile spread across her lips, painted with sparkling pink lipstick—not the conscious seductive smile she used as a weapon, but something more hesitant, unstable... almost nervous.

She began to approach, the rhythmic sound of her high heels swallowed up by the hubbub of the event. Each step she took carried an invisible weight, as if she were not only crossing the crowd — but also the past.

She stopped in front of him, her eyes scanning his figure with a mixture of fascination and caution. There was something about his posture that always disarmed her: firm, imposing, restrained like a blade sheathed by force.

"V-Vergil," she said, her voice wavering for the first time in ages. Her gaze betrayed a flash of alarm, directed at something—or someone—behind her. There was urgency in the way she tried to maintain her composure.

"I-I thought you didn't leave the house for such... human things." She forced a laugh, tense and fragile. "But look at this... convention line? Anime T-shirt? The apocalypse must be closer than I thought."

Vergil stared at her with that sharp coldness that had already made much more dangerous entities retreat. His eyes, however, carried genuine curiosity — and perhaps a hint of disbelief.

"The goddess of love and pleasure... lost among sweaty otakus, body pillow booths, and girls dressed as anime bunnies?" He raised an eyebrow, with that half-smile that never revealed all of his irony. "I'd say that's... poetically contradictory."

Aphrodite swallowed hard. Behind the exaggerated glitz, the perfect tan, and the sculpted body that exuded lust, there was something that didn't fit—like a wrong note in an over-rehearsed symphony.

And Vergil, of course, noticed.

"You're nervous," he stated, without needing to ask. Vergil tilted his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Aphrodite's, now visibly uncomfortable.

"Relax," he said in a low voice, but firm as steel covered in silk. "What happened between us... doesn't matter here. This," he gestured subtly around him, "Let's just enjoy it."

Aphrodite let out a short laugh, almost relieved—or perhaps pretending to be. "Why are you~" But before she could ask anything else, her eyes narrowed, as if something heavy had just landed on her shoulders.

Ada appeared like a comet: agile, beautiful, and with a smile as sharp as a freshly polished blade. Her arm wrapped firmly around Vergil's, as if driving stakes into claimed territory. The aura around her seemed to vibrate for a second—subtle, but impossible to ignore for beings with keen senses.

"We're on a date," she said. Her tone was light, but her eyes... her eyes glowed with a dark energy, something between demonic possessiveness and destructive pride. An elegant and threatening reminder: he is mine.

Vergil glanced at her briefly, perhaps with surprise or perhaps with quiet satisfaction. But Aphrodite... Aphrodite did not respond immediately. She just smiled, as if accepting the challenge without saying a word — until her gaze fell on the bag Ada was casually holding.

It was a small bag, but its contents exuded something... different. Something hidden, but with a peculiar scent of desire, fun, and ritualistic mischief. Dark red paper, discreetly folded, and a black bow with gold details. A symbol known only to trained eyes: Store 68 — Restricted Section.

Aphrodite raised an eyebrow.

Her eyes met Ada's. For a second, there was no sound. No noise, no crowd. Just direct connection. And amid the static vibration that seemed to form around them, the goddess's voice whispered directly into Ada's mind — like poison dripping onto fine silk:

"You're quite perverted, aren't you?"

Ada didn't blink. But the curve of the smile on her lips increased by just a millimeter. Almost imperceptible. Almost.

Vergil, oblivious to the silent exchange, watched the crowd at the front of the line with almost disconcerting patience. A Demon King trapped in a sea of nerds waiting for limited edition artbooks, while two dangerous, feminine forces waged a war of glances and intentions at his side.

And then, Aphrodite smiled with feigned sweetness and said aloud:

"Good to know that love still blossoms... even in the most unexpected places."

Ada squeezed Vergil's arm a little tighter and replied with a deadly gleam in her eyes: "It blooms. It grows. And if anyone tries to pull out the roots, the earth swallows them."

Silence. A second. Then, the shrill announcement of a free giveaway of anime stickers echoed in the distance, shattering the moment like glass falling to the floor.

Aphrodite laughed. But this time... there was something nervous about it.

"Have fun," she said, already walking away.

Vergil watched her for a moment, suspicious. "She's strange," he asked.

Ada smiled. "Goddesses are strange..."

And then she looked at the bag, then at him. "Let's get out of this line. I got what I wanted."

"You faced absolute chaos and didn't tell me what you bought?" he asked.

Ada smiled broadly, but her eyes said otherwise.

"Surprise. You'll love it."