My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 317: Destroyed Night

Everyone stared at Asher, Lucy, and the woman who just kissed him—right in front of his wife, her family, and friends—at their own wedding, with hundreds of guests watching.

If there were a world record for the fastest way to ruin someone's most important day, this woman was definitely aiming for it.

She even looked at Lucy like she had no regrets. If anything, she seemed proud of it.

But Lucy did not rise.

Did not scream.

Did not march over and slap the woman down, as many expected her to.

Instead, she sat still, though her eyes showed pure frustration, while her sisters patted her shoulder, trying to comfort her, probably to stop her from flipping the entire wedding table.

A deep, terrifying silence stretched across the hall.

Every noble, every demon, every guest present could feel it—

She held herself back. Not because she was kind or understanding—let's be real, no amount of kindness could stop a wife from slapping a slut who just stole a kiss from her husband.

It's because she couldn't afford to act on emotions with so many people.

Asher was not just her husband. He was the ruler of the Demon World.

And for her to lash out, to make a scene, would be disrespecting his authority and tarnish his reputation.

So, she forced herself to breathe.

"I'm fine," she reassured her sisters, then looked at Asher, her eyes silently telling him to handle this—now.

He wiped the corner of his lip, his golden eyes flickering.

He could feel himself getting more aroused, his body temperature rising while his heart pounded in his chest.

'This isn't poison, but how did it affect me?' he wondered to himself.

His dragon physiology should've made him immune to such effects.

Not wanting to test the limits of this strange feeling, he subtly cast a healing and cleansing spell, restoring his body to normal.

"What did you do?" he asked

"Nothing, I got too excited and bit you a little. I'm sorry about that," she said with a smirk. "My saliva has a special property, so I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Make me uncomfortable?

"I think it's more than that. You didn't just offend me, but also my wife."

The woman merely smiled.

"I'm really sorry. I mean it. You were just too handsome, so I ended up wanting to kiss you. I hope the Overlord isn't petty enough to kill me over something like this."

She was bold and crazy.

"Stop playing around." He didn't release his aura, but the tone of his voice made it clear how displeased he was.

The woman looked even more excited after seeing his serious expression.

"Overlord Asher, I think there's a misunderstanding here," she said, smiling playfully. "

"Before you punish me, can you tell me how fast you are?"

"How is my speed related to what you did?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I heard stories that you're so fast, not even lightning could hit you." She gave him a teasing smile.

Asher was still confused about what she was getting at. She was just too unpredictable.

"Don't waste my time," he warned.

She sighed and touched her lips, recalling their kiss.

"I did kiss you, but are you saying you were too slow to dodge it?"

"Or maybe... you wanted me to kiss you too? Did you enjoy it? I'm a great kisser, you know," she teased, her smile widening.

Asher flinched. She was right.

He could have dodged if he wanted to—so why didn't he?

It wasn't like she kissed him at the speed of light.

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And he knew the truth—he felt a slight attraction to her from the moment he first saw her. No man would be able to look away seeing such a tempting body.

If Lucy looked pretty and charming, then the woman in front of him was delicious-looking in every sense.

But admitting that now would be a disaster. He would look bad, and Lucy would be heartbroken.

Unfortunately, the woman's words were already overheard by others, and they weren't fools—they could see right through him.

The men couldn't blame him—they'd probably do the same if they were in his shoes. Heck, some of them might even start dancing and leaving their wives.

Meanwhile, the women were watching with great interest.

They all thought Asher was the type of man who wouldn't be easily swayed by women, but clearly, that wasn't the case.

If anything, they were probably taking notes on how to charm him.

Asher noticed this too and couldn't help but shake his head.

He really didn't care what others thought, but Lucy would be the one most affected by all of this.

"I've had enough of your nonsense,"

"Overlord Asher, please forgive my companion," the snake demon begged, kneeling on the ground.

Asher looked at the demon. He was a man with snake-like scales, though his feet still had humanoid features. He wore a finely tailored green tunic that blended with his scales.

"Take them away. I'll decide their punishment later." Asher used this chance to get rid of them.

The guards moved in and grabbed them by the shoulders.

Though the snake demon was powerful, he didn't resist at all, knowing it would only make things worse. Even if he managed to escape, Asher could easily take out his frustration on his family.

He came here to build connections, but the bridge wasn't just burned—it was bombed into oblivion.

The snake demon looked at his companion, his eyes filled with hate, but for some reason, he didn't dare to speak against her.

"I'll wait for you later. I'm sure you'll want to hear what I have to say." she smirked before turning away.

This piqued his curiosity. "What's your name?"

"Did you really forget about me? "

"Just answer the question."

She giggled softly "Hailey,

'Hailey? ' Asher's memory clicked, and he finally remembered.

Five years ago, he saved a girl with an unbelievable body proportion from a small group of thugs at a convenience store he used to work at.

It wasn't anything special—he just helped because he could at the time.

But now, he found her still alive—and not just that, but in the demon world of all places.

"Come with us." The guards grabbed her arms and started pulling her out.

Asher stepped forward. "Don't put her in prison. Just make her wait in a guest room," he instructed.

It was just a command, but it instantly became the hottest topic in the room.

Guests started whispering, and Lucy could barely hold her tears back.

"Thank you." Hailey bowed her head, then walked away with her chin held high.

She no longer looked like someone who had caused trouble.

Instead, people now viewed her with more respect. Asher wouldn't have given that order without a reason.

And soon, they began to speculate that she might become his next wife in the near future.

'Are you really sure about it, Pantheon?'

(Yes, it was faint, but I felt traces of my siblings on her.)

'Who?'

(Vora, the dragon of lust,)

Asher's brow furrowed; does it mean that there was another ancient dragon in this world.

'How is she connected to her?'

(She's also a half-dragon like you, but she was wearing an artifact to hide her aura. If she hadn't kissed you, I wouldn't have detected it.)

This revelation made him more wary of Hailey. No wonder she was able to affect him so easily—it wasn't even intentional, and yet her saliva had such an impact.

It only showed how powerful the influence of her dragon bloodline was.

Before Asher could ask more, he felt Lucy grab the hem of his clothing.

"Let's talk somewhere quiet," she said, trying to sound calm.

She did her best to be understanding, to be a better wife, and not to nag or blame him for letting another woman kiss him—even though he had all the skills, power, and speed to prevent it.

But to instruct the guards to put Hailey in a guest room? A place for guests that had a bed in it?

That was basically giving everyone the green light to start thinking whatever they wanted.

This was an honest mistake. He really didn't think about any lewd stuff—it was just the most accessible place in the castle, so he picked it without a second thought.

Unfortunately, this wasn't enough of a reason to justify his orders.

"Let's go," he grabbed her hand, but she pulled away just as quickly.

"You go first, I'll just follow you," she added, showing no effort to hide that she wanted some space.

Not wanting to make a scene, he stayed quiet and just walked, not bothering to look at the guests.

Neither of them spoke to each other until they reached a hallway and entered a room.

Inside, he waited for her to speak first, preparing himself for whatever was coming next.

"Do you like her?" Her first question hit him like lightning.