Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 793: Emotional Outburst

Asmodeus paced through the imperial castle’s spotless corridor on his way to visit one of his wives. A mass of blinding beams of sunlight shone through the purple velvet curtains, forcing him to cover his face as the familiar double doors appeared in sight.

The forlorn silhouette of Velvet lingered in his mind.

He muttered in denial while turning the brass doorknob. "Let’s go, I hope it’s just me worrying too much."

That’s when he heard a bright little voice filled with surprise and the faint sound of water running from the room behind her.

"Ah? It’s Papa!"

However, he found his lovely daughter, not his wife, when he pushed the door ajar and stepped inside.

"Hello, Princess."

Asmodeus crouched and spread his arms. Upon seeing this little muffin of energy bouncing towards him, all the worries became worthless and melted in his heart.

Nyxielle’s wings flapped as she lunged into his arms like a cannonball, "Kyaa~"

Thump!

He caught her tightly and squeezed her chubby hips as she struggled to break free.

"No~ dad not my muffins, stop~ Ahhhh!"

"Muffins?" He asked, tilting his head and wondering what his little daughter meant as she settled into his arms.

"Mother Gretel complained about her muffins being a little too plump to fit in her dress while speaking to Alice Mama!" The evil child quickly spilt the secret fights all mature women faced when aiming for the ideal curves.

Asmodeus rubbed his chin and said. "Eh, I see... dad should probably see if he can help."

"Really?! Then Papa! You should ask Mother Gretel to let us have more treats during class!" The little imp leaned closer to her father, rubbing against his chest with a wide grin on her cheeky little lips.

If not for her sneaky movements towards his coin purse, he would trust her.

"Well, I’ll think about it." He tapped her small hands away, before taking out his wallet, a useless item his wives had made for him the year before.

"Here, this is your allowance." Asmodeus gave her two sparkling gold coins; these two were enough for a normal family to live well for two months, maybe longer. But it wasn’t the Empire’s money, but his earnings from working as an adventurer.

"WOW!"

Nyxielle held the coins in her hands, their size almost covering her palms completely as she held one up and bit it with her tiny fangs. Then she spoke in a strangely gruff, yet intellectual tone. "Oof~ it’s real."

’I know that voice...’

"Is that Mama Alice when she does the tax budget?"

"Ehehe~ Dad is the best!"

The sly little dragon whelp hugged his chest, brushing her soft, fluffy hair against his face. "Dad, dad, DAD!" She called out to him after placing the coins, vanishing into her little spatial pouch.

"What now, Nyx?"

He lifted her with a bounce, letting her sit on his right forearm, instead of struggling in his embrace. The little princess nodded and pointed at him, "Good work, and... and welcome home, Dad!"

"So it’s not Papa?"

She folded her arms and imitated a cute voice. "Papa, don’t be like this."

"..."

Unable to win against his daughter, she began speaking nonstop like a machine gun, about how school was going, and that she hated training magic, but fighting the boys and beating them up was the best.

That’s when she suddenly puffed out her chest, showing a shoddy silver medal with three different flowers pressed together.

"Oh my, did you make this?"

"Ehehe! I made it in class with Seris and Sylwen! We’re the bestest sisters now."

Nyxielle’s bright atmosphere soothed his mind as he wondered, ’Wasn’t Sylwen a boy...?’ But before he could ask, she pulled on his cuffs. "B-But dad..." Then hesitated.

"What’s wrong, my little princess?" He squeezed her soft nose, squishing it left and right.

She peeked towards the bathroom where the sound of water flowed louder than before. It was as if whoever was inside wished to drown out Nyxielle’s bright voice.

Nyxielle leaned closer, her big eyes staring into his as she whispered. "Mama was crying!"

Then she put her hands on her hips and huffed. "She always says, "Don’t cry, Nyxielle, only weak girls cry... Dad doesn’t like girls who cry!" But now look?!" She spread her arms in the air and flashed her little white fangs while being dramatic.

Asmodeus glanced at the door, "I see."

Thud!

Suddenly, she kicked him and pointed at his face. "Hey!" And quickly followed up on her sermon. "Papa, Mama is a weak girl, so you have to be gentle to make her happy, okay?"

Her expression remained grave, before she quickly hugged the place she kicked, "Sorry, Papa, did the kick hurt? But Mama always says it’s Dad’s fault when she cries... So, be good to Mama, or I won’t let you hug me anymore."

"W-What?!" Asmodeus acts dramatically, pretending to cover his eyes, sniffling. "Even Papa might cry now..."

"Ah~ Papa, please don’t cry." She gently stroked his arm, unable to reach his head... she extended herself to the limit, and a soft, squish of warmth with the scent of honey and milk fills his nose as she kissed his cheek.

"Kyaaa~ I kissed Dad’s cheek, all the knights say Dad is the most handsome man in the Empire! Nyxielle is the prettiest!"

- "Yes~ my little Nyx is the prettiest princess."

- "Hmmmm~ more than Mama?"

He suddenly felt pressure from her lovely gaze as a cold sweat dripped down his back. He could only apologise in his heart, "Y-Yes, of course she is! Nyxielle is the bestest!"

"Ehehehe~" Suddenly, her face straightened, and she looked at the door. "Okay, Dad put me down now.. I will play with my brother outside, make sure Mom is smiling when I get back, or I won’t be happy. Okay?"

"Be a good girl... and don’t beat him up, okay?"

Asmodeus lowered her with a wry smirk, unable to stop his lips curling as she skipped off towards her brother’s room.

A sudden cry came from the room as she dragged her brother across the floor, heading to the garden while humming. "Subdugation~ Subdugation~ La La La, beat the stupid brother, make him drink my tea. I love Dad most, but Mom is best to me!"

’...’

He wished he had brought a camera to record these moments more than ever.

There was no pity for her brother; Varian was a strong boy who loved Nyxielle to death and likely pretended to lose so she smiled like that.

"Phew~ I should take care of my business now."

Asmodeus approached the door, which was opened slightly ajar, from within the pitter patter of water sounded, but he could hear it... the low, groan and humming of his wife crying alone in the shower.

"Velvet."

The faint sound of Velvet’s muffled cries leaked from the door.

She punched the wall and berated herself. "What, Commander? You’ve never succeeded in anything, useless... disgusting witch." Bang! A loud noise shattered the air, followed by the smash of glass.

"Velvet?!"

He rushed inside so fast he almost slipped, jumping into the shower as she squatted naked in the shower while holding her bloody fist covered in broken scales and glass.

"Eh?" She suddenly looked up at him, her face instantly contorting into an unsightly shape, her mouth barely maintaining its shape as she hurriedly wiped her face. But due to the blood, it only smeared across her cheeks, making it worse. *Sniffle*

Asmodeus caught her hand, quickly lifting her into his arms, while pulling the glass from the wounds with a delicate touch.

Water soaked him rapidly, ruining his clothes.

"Husband, your clothes...!"

He snapped his head to look into her eyes. "What kind of husband would I be if I gave more care to these things than my wife’s cry for help and support?!"

Velvet’s mouth opened and closed without speaking.

Asmodeus shook his head while removing his robes and wrapped her tightly in his arms, lifting her off the stone floor. Unable to control himself, he kissed her cheeks, neck, lips, nose and forehead while caressing her wet hair.

"Why are you showering in icy water?! Even a dragon has limits..."

He leaned across, turning the hot tap on full, whispering as he kissed her cheek one last time.

"It’s okay to cry in front of me."

"Mhm... I dont.... Mmm..."

The tears that had sparsely leaked a moment before suddenly poured down her cheeks as she clung to his chest. Velvet stopped resisting, stinging, letting out anguished groans while crying like a teenage girl who was dumped on the same day of the prom.

"Don’t force yourself, it’s okay. I’ll take care of everything."

While swaying slowly in the shower, he began to lather shampoo through her hair, letting the hot water soak into her pale white skin.

All he could do was rub her back and accept her surging emotions.

"You did your best."

There wasn’t anything more important than his wives.

Asmodeus carefully washed, cleaned and helped Velvet until the moment her sniffles came to a stop. That’s when she sat on the edge of the bath, spreading her thighs and extending her leg to tap his abdomen.

"Why are you so good to me, Asmodeus?"

A passionate violet flame burned violently within her eyes as she placed two fingers and stroked along her slit, before holding them up.

"What are you going to do about the consequences... Look how soaking wet I am."

Although he knew what she meant.

The first thing he thought was

’...We’re in the bath.’