Aísē: My Five Supernatural Wives-Chapter 131: I wouldn’t mind eating a sexy succubus for Breakfast.

The morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long, radiant streaks across the disheveled bedsheets—a testament to the intense activity of the previous night.

The room still held the faint, musky scent of sweat and the lingering, metallic aroma of blood, a combination that threatened to reawaken my dormant hunger.

'Sigh.'

I gazed at the ceiling, my expression blank but my mind racing.

The previous night had been more than just a release; it was a rare moment of peace.

'This life... I finally realize just how much it means to me,' I thought, a wry smile tugging at my lips as I looked down at Liliana.

She was clinging to me like a koala, her breathing deep and rhythmic.

Gazing at her peaceful face, a single, iron-clad resolve took root in my chest:

'I must protect this happiness.'

As I sat up, the sheets rustled softly, but Liliana remained lost in sleep. Her long pink hair was fanned out across the pillow, framing her features like a chaotic halo.

I reached down, gently brushing a stray lock from her cheek and tracing the curve of her jaw.

In sleep, she looked remarkably innocent—a stark contrast to the predatory, seductive succubus who had dominated the room hours prior.

Beside her, Mephistopheles lay curled on her side, her dark hair a sharp inkblot against the white linen.

Her shoulders rose and fell with each slow, steady breath, her usual aura of demonic mischief replaced by a rare stillness.

"O-oh... you're awake?"

I turned toward the window, startled by the soft voice. Aisha stood there, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her face a deep shade of crimson.

As the light hit her, I noticed the faint, purple marks marring the ivory skin of her neck—bite marks and hickeys the stigma left behind by the previous night's intimacy.

'Ah, yes... even though she kept her vows, she was more than eager to let me indulge in everything else,' I mused.

It was a compromise that apparently required her to drink the holy water she'd brought every hour just to keep her sanity.

"Good morning," I said with warm voice.

"Did you sleep well?"

Aisha nodded quickly but refused to meet my eyes, her blush intensifying.

"Yes... good morning," she murmured. "I... I brought you some breakfast."

She gestured toward a tray on the nearby table, laden with fresh bread, fruit, and wine.

My stomach growled on cue, reminding me that I hadn't had a solid meal since yesterday afternoon.

'Well, technically, I was drinking their blood all night... but I can't exactly call that a balanced breakfast, can I?' I justified to myself.

'Though the elder vampires would probably argue that blood is the only meal that matters.'

I shrugged off the thought and stood up, stepping out from the tangled sheets.

Aisha's breath hitched, and her face turned a shade of red I didn't think possible as she took in my naked form—including the "little drake" that had caused her to lose her Saintly control more than once during the night.

I chuckled softly at Aisha's reaction, making no effort to cover myself as I strolled toward the tray. Her eyes widened, the crimson flush spreading down her neck until it disappeared beneath the collar of her robe.

"Valerian!" she hissed, her head whipping to the side. "Please, get dressed! It's... it's entirely inappropriate for you to be walking around like that."

I smirked, the cool air of the room refreshing against my skin as I poured a glass of wine from the carafe. "Why not?" I teased, letting my gaze linger on her. "You've seen every inch of it before, remember?"

Aisha's face reached a new level of heat, and she let out a frustrated, shaky sigh. "Yes, well... that was different," she muttered, her eyes fixed firmly on a spot on the rug. "Now please, put some clothes on before you eat. I don't want to explain to Liliana why I'm standing here blushing like a fool when she wakes up."

"You two have gotten close, haven't you?"

I asked, a genuine smile tugging at my lips. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

It was a bizarre thought—a Saintess of the Church and a daughter of Lucifer finding common ground. In any other life, they wouldn't have even occupied the same room without drawing blades.

Aisha's expression softened.

She finally met my gaze, her eyes a swirling mix of lingering embarrassment and deep affection.

"I suppose we have," she admitted softly.

"It's... it's not something I ever imagined, especially given our backgrounds."

She hesitated, her fingers nervously pleating the fabric of her skirt before she continued.

"But being around you and Liliana... it has shown me that there's more to life than just rigid rules and heavy expectations. Sometimes, it's okay to let go. To just... be."

I stepped closer and reached out, gently squeezing her hand.

The contrast of my skin against hers was a reminder of the night's chaos, but the gesture was grounded and steady.

"I'm glad you feel that way," I said. "And don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I won't tell Liliana about your little blush-fest."

Aisha giggled, a sound like silver bells that broke the heavy tension of the upcoming day.

Her shoulders relaxed as she squeezed my hand back. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Umu" I nodded and leaned in to kiss her forehead affectionately.

As I kissed Aisha's forehead, she leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed briefly.

For a moment, she seemed to forget about my state of undress, lost in the simple affection of the gesture.

But then she remembered, and her eyes snapped open, a blush spreading across her cheeks once more."Valerian,"she began, her voice stern despite the smile tugging at her lips.

"Please, go put some clothes on. I'm trying to be a good influence here."

I chuckled softly, pressing one last kiss to her forehead before stepping back.

"Fine, fine,"I conceded, holding up my hands in mock surrender.

"I'll get dressed. But only because you asked so nicely."

Aisha rolled her eyes, but there was no heat behind it.

She watched as I walked back to the bed, grabbing a pair of pants and pulling them on quickly.

"There," I said, turning back to her with a grin.

"Clothed and respectable. Happy now?"

"Argh...Yawn~" A yawn echoed through room catching our attention as Liliana stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she slowly came back to consciousness.

She gazed around the room blankly for a moment, her mind still foggy with sleep.

"Aisha?" she murmured, noticing the Saintess standing by the window.

"What are you doing with My sweetheart?"

Aisha smiled softly, walking over to the bed.

"Good morning," she said gently. "I brought you some breakfast."

Liliana sat up slowly, pushing her long pink hair out of her face.

She looked adorable, with sleep-tousled hair and a slight frown of confusion on her face.

"Breakfast?" she repeated, looking around the room as if expecting to see a tray of food appear out of thin air.

Liliana's eyes lit up when she spotted me, a wide grin spreading across her face. She jumped out of bed, not caring about her state of undress, and launched herself at me.

"Good morning, my love," she purred, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her naked body against mine.

"I was hoping you'd be my breakfast."

She leaned in, nuzzling against my neck and inhaling deeply.

Her tongue flicked out, tasting my skin.

"You smell delicious,"she murmured, her voice already taking on that seductive tone I knew so well.

Aisha cleared her throat loudly from the corner of the room, a blush staining her cheeks.

"Liliana!," She spoke her name with coldness.

"I believe It's more appropriate for you to be get dressed up before indulging in your desires"

Liliana pouted at Aisha's words, but reluctantly released me from her embrace. She poured dramatically, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Aww, but Aisha,"she complained,"where's the fun in that? Besides,"she added with a wink,"Valerian doesn't mind. Do you, love?"

She looked up at me with those big, pleading eyes, silently begging for my support. I sighed, knowing I was powerless against her charms.

"It's fine,"I said to Aisha apologetically."We'll get dressed soon. Promise."

Aisha shook her head, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes."Very well,"she said sternly."But make it quick. We have a lot to do today."

Liliana grinned mischievously, already reaching for me again.

"So where's my good morning kiss?," she murmured seductively.

Aisha sighed, shaking her head in exasperation.

"Fine," she said, throwing up her hands. "But I'm leaving. I don't need to see this."

She turned on her heel and stalked out of the room, muttering under her breath about irresponsible demons and their insatiable appetites.

Liliana giggled, watching her go before turning back to me with a hungry gleam in her eye."Now,"she purred,"where were we?"

She pressed herself against me once more, her hands roaming over my chest. I groaned softly, my body responding instantly to her touch.

"Liliana..." I warned though my arms wrapped around her waist not in the intention to stop her either.

"We should really get ready for breakfast..."

....Though I wouldn't mind eating a sexy succubus for Breakfast.