Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World - Chapter 730

Chapter 730: How to Manage Multiple Wives!
Asmodeus shook his head while looking at the drunken Logan lying across the wooden table, filled with dozens of empty mugs and bottles. Lun Bronzeblade must’ve left quite some time ago, as the guild’s atmosphere became solemn and quiet.

“This old man, is he entering his second spring?” With a huff, he lifted the old timer over his shoulder, carrying him like a sack of flour.

‘Well, this is fine too.’

He actually enjoyed seeing his friends and companions happy, with Logan gaining a reason to wake up other than Thorim. Asmodeus felt he wouldn’t need to part ways with this old man anymore. ‘His lack of drive was a little tiresome.’

Although Asmodeus didn’t mind helping his comrades, after all, he couldn’t forget the main reason he came to the mainland. If Logan’s will to help him vanished, then their future as a party would become pointless.

‘Heh, silly dwarf! You’re mine now.’ With Lun tempting this old guy, the quest and mission from the Bronze Blade will make him more likely to help. It seemed the mighty Bronze Blade Merchants had issues with the people who ran the auction house.

“Ack~”

Logan burped and mumbled in his sleep, sometimes calling out the name of a woman Asmodeus didn’t know. ‘Still thinking of your ex-wife, huh?’

“Well, I can’t blame you.” Thinking of his own wives, and if for some reason they ever broke up, Asmodeus couldn’t help but feel for the dwarf. He would probably go to the most horrific lengths to keep them by his side.

‘Come to think of it, it’s almost Ciela’s birthday.’

Asmodeus and Ciela’s relationship became far too comfortable after the elven forest issue, when he gained the favour of the twin world trees and their goddess spirits. It almost felt as if a glass film appeared between them, stopping his approach.

‘What must I do?’

He loved Ciela and their beautiful daughter.

However, Asmodeus was just a novice; the emotions and morals of elves weren’t the same as those of demons and humans. He knew that Ciela’s lifespan would be thousands of years, even before becoming a half-demon.

Whereas Asmodeus started from a human, his idea of mortality was a hundred years or so maximum. Even now, his thoughts and ideas on the future were quite limited, and when hearing from his other wives. A little naïve.

‘Let’s make some time to visit her parents, and ask them. Even her sisters will do whatever it takes to make Ciela’s heart fully open to me again.’

A similar issue happened with Velvet, but after he faced her head-on and fought her in a duel without holding back, she suddenly changed, evolving and reaching Rank Three. The look of happiness on her face as she looked up at him from the floor, struggling to breathe.

‘I thought she’d ask for a divorce or to break things off…’

He remembered Serena having to comfort him while walking towards their inn. His heart throbbed harder and harder, thinking of all the things his wives had done. They accepted his scumbag nature, supported and comforted him when he was down…

That’s why he was so desperate to try his best right now.

“To think she’d propose after I broke her nose, what a strange woman.”

As he recalled Velvet’s enthusiastic display of passion that night, his lips naturally curled into a smile. He glanced at the giant moon, which almost appeared to swallow the golden sands with its massive figure.

[Ah? You’re thinking about me~ What a rare occasion!]

Velvet’s voice suddenly sounded inside his mind. He paused, looking around before shaking his head and replying. ‘Why can’t I think about my cute wife?’

[W-Who is cute?!]

Yes, that bashful tone in her voice, the slight increase in her breathing as she denied his compliments too forcefully.

Asmodeus adored every one of his wives, no matter their temperament and kinks. Velvet was a bit too masochistic and loved to pretend she wasn’t attractive.

Until they were in bed together, of course, she was a demon who took dragon’s blood, with great pride as a witch, a warrior and yet, when it was her turn. She would purr like a house cat, waiting for him with her perky butt in the air, swaying it as if to entice him.

‘You know you are, don’t cause trouble.’

[Hm, well… did you call me for something?]

Though Asmodeus didn’t mean to connect to her telepathically, it appeared his thoughts and longing for her were enough. ‘Alas, my power is too strong now.’

[What are you bragging about, idiot!? Do you want to fight?]

‘Hahahah!’

When he entered the inn, the candles were mainly doused, with only a few guiding him to the stairs. The beautiful Mu La nodded to him while half asleep on the counter. Because this city came to life in the evening, she wouldn’t have the chance to go to bed for a little longer.

[Don’t laugh at me, Asmodeus!]

Velvet’s complaints rang inside his head, while the beauty greeted him. He gave a vague response and rushed upstairs. The dwarf might not be heavy, but carrying anything for prolonged periods of time slowly builds up fatigue.

Sadly, Logan also smelled bad.

He had a strange middle-aged dwarf scent, like a musky old cask of beer.

His drinking games with Lun probably didn’t help in that regard, so Asmodeus just tossed the old man into his room without care.

‘I can’t help it, you just make me happy.’

[Well, I’ll let you off! But I can’t keep chatting. Nyx wants me to take a bath with her tonight. So, keep me in your thoughts, husband.]

‘I’m envious~ speak to you later, beautiful.’

[…]

Velvet didn’t respond, but he heard the cute noise she made when embarrassed and happy. He found teasing his wife too enjoyable. Then, he slowly made his way to the room shared with Nerim.

“I wonder if they’re awake.” He said, pondering to himself.

Since he took her virginity, Nerim started acting like a maiden with him, shy, blushing and fearful he might try to take her to bed again.

Not that he minded, because it was pretty amusing.

Clack!

He frowned after turning the handle, which opened easily. Asmodeus always told Nerim to lock the door, even if she knew only he would come.

There were several times in the past when people came to attack them or cause trouble after seeing neither of them was human.

Whether it was his figure as a demon, well, he resembled the eastern Majinn more than anything. Nerim, who became more beautiful each day that passed since she took the earrings and activated her Siren bloodline. And worse, there were even fools who sought after the cute blue oni, Vivi.

Because of this, they kept a promise to lock the door.

Thud!

Asmodeus slammed the door open, his left hand lifted with five magic circles forming blood lances within 0.1 seconds.

Inside the room was silent, no sound of movement, fighting or struggles. The clothes he wore the night before swayed on the drying rack, and on the table was a small bowl with dried meat and snacks with a note.

His heart gradually calmed as he examined the note.

—Dear husband~ (heart)

I will be sleeping in Vivi’s room tonight, so please don’t wait up for me! Because you were so rough, my little sister isn’t in the best condition! The Old Midwife told me that I can’t let you treat me so wildly in the future!

Hmph!

Serves you right, so sleep alone tonight.

Nerim

x

“This girl…”

Asmodeus glanced at Vivi’s door and shook his head. Instead of complaining, he just locked the door and took a piece of the thick, chewy jerky. The beef flavour spread through his mouth along with a sweet, barbecue burst.

He sat on the edge of the bed they shared the night before, and leaned back.

“It’s been too long since I slept with a virgin; how troublesome.”

Of course, he shook his head after, brushing his fingers across the desk where she’d sat, bouncing while calling his name. The memory stirred him as his blood pumped faster and faster.

He lifted his finger and swished it in the air, using it to create a magic circle as if dancing.

‘Since this little fish wants to be tough, I’ll find myself a cute, submissive wife!’

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Erika was in her room with both legs hooked under a stone pillar, using them as an anchor as she hung upside down.

“Fifty Seven!”

With great effort, she used her core muscles to pull her body up until her nose touched her feet, then, slowly avoiding reckless movements, lowered herself.

Behind her, a flash of purple light came and went before Asmodeus stepped out and admired the view before him.

Tight, bronzed abs, close to an eight-pack, each movement enhanced and emphasised them as large beads of sweat dripped down her body. It slid from her abs, then dripped between her exposed breasts, which slapped together and jiggled each time she performed a repetition.

As she lifted, her eyes suddenly widened as she saw Asmodeus standing near her bed.

“Nice!”

“D-Darling!?”

Her cheeks instantly turned bright red as she tried to cover her naked body. What Asmodeus loved about his exhibitionist wife was that she would always exercise naked like this when alone.

“I see you still have this pleasant hobby.”

“W-Who do you think caused this!?”

He chuckled at her high-pitched voice, unable to deny it was his fault for asking her to exercise with him while naked every time they had sex before their child was born.

After the first few times, it became a habit and now seemed like a hobby.

“S-Stop watching, wait… let me finish… be good, don’t come!”

Asmodeus slowly removed his clothes with a playful smile. Then, with a single jump, he hooked both feet on the same pillar beside her, then hung upside down.

“Asmodeus?”

“Well, since you’re embarrassed, shall we enjoy this workout together?”

“Y-You!?”

Erika couldn’t trust his smile; she knew, she knew damn well he was here to make trouble! But what could she do…? As soon as the noises of her gasping and calling for help echoed through the castle, they ‘exercised each other’s depths’ together.

Two hours later, she lay collapsed like a dead frog, her eyes blurry, yet clinging to Asmodeus’s muscular chest with a pout.

“Such a wicked man…”

“But you love me.”

“You!”

Annoyed, Erika opened her mouth and bit his chest, snorting as she left a deep mark.

“Hmph!”