My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 655: Jenga of Punishments

A perfect triangle.

Three chairs arranged with almost ceremonial care. In the center, as if it were the most important artifact of the entire ritual…

Of course.

A Jenga game.

The situation was so absurd it bordered on the unreal. If someone had described this to Sapphire days ago, she would have laughed—loudly—before ripping the messenger's head off. But there she was. With 1% of her own strength, sitting in an ordinary chair, face to face with her daughter… and with Vergil.

Well.

Since they were there.

It was time to begin.

"What do you mean by… punishments?" Katharina asked, her voice cautious, while Vergil distractedly spun a cube full of crumpled papers. The dry sound of the paper hitting the inner walls seemed too loud in that closed room. "You don't mean that—"

"You heard," Vergil interrupted, without looking up. "Punishments."

He smiled.

It wasn't an open smile. Nor a warm one. He was controlled. Restrained. Dangerously calm.

"I tried to talk to you both. Separately." He continued spinning the cube, his eyes fixed on Jenga, as if he were the real target. "Do you know what I heard in return?"

Neither of them answered.

"Sorry." He said simply. "Irresponsible apologies from an overprotective mother who lost her own reason…" The cube spun again. "…and apologies from a troublemaking daughter who turns everything into a problem."

Katharina opened her mouth to protest.

Vergil raised a finger.

"…Meanwhile," he continued, now slowly raising his gaze, "I descended to the fiftieth floor of the Abyss to go after Sapphire." The silence grew heavier. "And you," he said, looking at Katharina, without harshness—just truth, "traveled. Alone. Instead of talking."

He paused briefly.

She took a deep breath.

Then she smiled again.

"The time for conversation is over," she declared. "Now you will only receive the punishments."

The air changed.

There was no explosion of energy. No demonic pressure.

But they both felt it.

A complete shiver ran through their bodies—from their fingertips to the highest strand of hair.

Sapphire swallowed hard.

Katharina felt her stomach clench.

It was the first time they had seen Vergil like this.

Not shouting. Not threatening. Not showing anger.

And that… that was the most frightening thing.

That closed-mouth smile. The half-closed eyes. The posture too relaxed for someone who claims to be in control.

He looked like a psychopath.

Or worse.

Someone who had already decided what he was going to do.

Vergil placed the cube on the ground, next to Jenga.

"Simple rules," he said calmly. "You're going to play."

He tapped lightly on the wooden tower.

"Each piece that wobbles… a slip of paper." He pointed to the cube. "Each slip of paper… a shameful punishment."

Katharina's eyes widened.

"And if the tower falls…?" she asked in a whisper.

Vergil tilted his head thoughtfully.

"…Then," he said, smiling a little more, "the punishment is collective."

Sapphire closed her eyes for a second. "…You're a bastard," she murmured.

Vergil chuckled softly. "I know, but you deserve all my feelings of disgracing mother and daughter," he smiled like a psychopath again.

Vergil tilted his head slightly, observing the two as if evaluating pieces on a chessboard.

"Katharina," he said calmly. "Begin."

She swallowed hard.

The Jenga seemed… different now. It wasn't just stacked wood. It was tension condensed into geometric form. Each piece, a potential disaster. Each movement, a silent judgment.

Katharina slowly reached out.

Her fingers trembled—not from ordinary fear, but from the specific nervousness of someone who knows they're being watched by someone who won't let up.

She touched a piece in the middle.

She pushed.

Nothing.

She pushed a little more.

The tower remained motionless, solid, almost defiant.

She pulled the piece with extreme care… and removed it whole.

Without a single tremor.

Katharina blinked, surprised at herself.

Vergil raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed—but said nothing.

He only made a gesture with his hand.

"Sapphire."

The mother slowly opened her eyes.

For a second, there was something almost ironic there. The Primordial Demon Queen. The force closest to Chaos in the Underworld. Reduced to 1%... and playing Jenga.

She held out her hand.

No hurry.

No hesitation.

She chose a lower piece—a risky one.

Katharina held her breath.

Sapphire pushed.

The tower groaned almost imperceptibly… but didn't give way.

She pulled the piece with surgical precision.

Clean pull.

Perfect.

Sapphire placed the piece on top of the tower and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.

"Next," she said dryly.

Vergil smiled slightly.

"Continue."

Katharina went again.

An easier piece.

Without trembling.

Sapphire responded.

Another flawless pull.

The game continued.

One round. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Then another.

The room remained silent, except for the soft sound of wood being touched, pushed, pulled.

Katharina began to relax—a classic mistake.

Sapphire maintained a cool demeanor, but her eyes analyzed her daughter's every move with too much attention to be casual.

Vergil watched everything.

Without intervening.

Without commenting.

Round after round.

The tower grew taller. More unstable.

The air seemed denser with each turn.

Then—

Katharina touched a piece.

It seemed steady.

She pushed.

The tower responded with a slight tap.

Almost nothing.

Almost imperceptible.

But enough.

The piece trembled.

Just a little.

But it trembled.

The sound of the wood vibrating echoed in the room like a gunshot.

Katharina froze.

Sapphire slowly raised her head.

Vergil smiled.

Slowly.

Too slowly.

"…Ah," he said, satisfied. "There it is."

Katharina pulled her hand away as if it had been burned.

"I— it was an accident—"

Vergil raised his hand.

"No excuses," he said calmly. "You know the rules."

He leaned over, picking up the cube of papers.

The sound of the paper being moved seemed absurdly loud.

Sapphire closed her eyes for a moment.

Katharina felt her heart pound in her ear.

Vergil spun the cube.

It stopped.

He stuck his hand in.

And pulled out a piece of paper.

He read it.

Then he smiled.

A very satisfied smile.

"…Interesting," Vergil murmured.

He slowly raised his gaze to Katharina, resting his elbows on the table and interlacing his fingers with calculated calm.

"Punishment number one," he said, in the same serene tone that only made things worse. "Answer." He paused briefly—long enough to let the silence weigh heavily.

"Do you think your mother is… attractive?"

Katharina blinked.

Once. Twice. Then she looked at Vergil. Then, with utter regret, she looked at Sapphire.

Her face immediately began to flush.

"…What?" was all she could manage to say.

Sapphire raised an eyebrow, dangerously calm. "Vergil."

He raised his hand, interrupting. "Rules are rules." Then he pointed to the side, casually. "If you don't want to answer… succubus blood."

As if it were the most normal thing in the world, he pulled a small dark bottle from one of the bags behind his chair and placed it on the table. The liquid inside had a strange sheen, too viscous to be comfortable.

Katharina didn't even think.

She took a small glass, poured a gulp, and downed it in one gulp.

SLURP!

The next second, her eyes widened.

"—GH—!"

She put her hand to her chest, feeling a warm, uncomfortable wave spread through her body, as if every nerve had been triggered at once. It wasn't pain—it was worse. A kind of sensation she definitely didn't want to be feeling there, in that situation.

She shrank back in her chair, her face completely red.

Vergil watched everything with a satisfied smile, leaning back. "I knew it," he commented, too calmly. "You wouldn't be able to answer."

Sapphire closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath.

Katharina avoided looking at either of them.

The Jenga, silent in the center of the table, seemed to be laughing at them.

Sapphire clicked her tongue, annoyed.

"Enough," she murmured, leaning forward. "Let's just get this over with."

She reached for the tower.

Even with only 1% of her strength, her control was still absurd—but there was something different now. It wasn't a lack of skill.

It was irritation.

Her fingers touched a central piece. She pushed.

The tower resisted.

She pushed again.

— tap.

A slight tremor ran through the structure.

Katharina's eyes widened immediately. "Mom—"

The piece moved a little more.

— trrrk.

The Jenga trembled. It didn't fall. But it trembled enough to leave no doubt.

The silence that followed was heavy.

Vergil didn't say anything immediately.

He just stood up slowly, as if savoring the moment. He walked to the paper cube and spun it once, twice, three times.

"Look at that," he commented, almost amused. "Even you slip up when you get emotional."

Sapphire shot him a murderous look. "Just choose."

Vergil smiled.

He bent down, opened the cube, and pulled out the next piece of paper. He unfolded it with exaggerated calm, reading silently for a few seconds.

An eyebrow rose.

"…Oh."

Katharina felt her stomach sink. "That 'oh' is never good."

Vergil looked up at Sapphire, his smile slow, dangerous.

"Punishment number two," he announced. "Mandatory answer. No drinks this time."

Sapphire crossed her arms. "Speak."

He tilted his head, as if genuinely curious.

"How strong do you want it in sex? Strong, Medium, Gentle?"

Sapphire looked at Vergil, "Well—"

"Answer." He ordered. Sapphire glanced sideways at her daughter, "Fuck it."

"Super Strong. Break mountains." She said.

And so... Vergil's twisted hell began.

"What do you think about having sex blindfolded?" He asked Sapphire.

"Depends."

"Have you ever had experience with women?" He asked Katharina.

"No."

It seemed that this game had become just a way to expose each other. What exactly was the plan? They didn't understand how it started! But as soon as it began, they started being exposed in such a way...

"Who do you like more?"

They both answered.

"Have you ever had sex with another man?"

"No." they both replied.

They continued, continued, and each question became more provocative...

What's your vagina like? How would you enjoy your time alone if your husband disappeared? How do you deal with other women? These were questions that practically said, "Show yourself naked to your mother/daughter."

Until the tower fell for the first time, and thus came the beloved double punishment.

Vergil picked up the paper, read it aloud, and slightly arched an eyebrow.

"—Wear an embarrassing costume."

The room fell silent.

Katharina was the first to react, looking from him to her mother, then back to him, incredulous.

"…What?"

Sapphire narrowed her eyes. "Vergil."

He just shrugged, as if he had just read something completely banal.

"A rule is a rule."

The two were already emotionally exhausted—between uncomfortable questions, forced answers, and the residual effect of the succubus blood, their patience was dangerously short.

"Embarrassing costume how?" Katharina questioned, crossing her arms. "We're literally locked in here. Where are you going to get this stuff from?"

Vergil smiled.

That smile.

"Don't worry about it."

He calmly bent down and opened the bag beside the chair.

Then another.

And another.

When he finished, there was a considerable pile scattered across the floor.

Katharina's eyes widened.

Sapphire blinked slowly. "…I'm not even going to ask."

Vergil, obviously, answered anyway.

"You can choose," he said, satisfied. "Morgana handpicked everything."

He made a sweeping gesture, almost presenting a forbidden treasure.

There was everything.

Sexy Christmas outfits, anime bikinis with ahegao, maid dress, bunny bodysuit, hentai swimsuit, cowgirl lingerie, nun outfits, police officer, nurse, devil, naughty schoolgirl, latex, plus several anal plugs that matched some of the costumes…

"You choose," he said. "Or…" he pointed to Jenga, "the tower chooses for you." he said while using demonic energy to put the pieces back in place.

"Shall we?" He smiled demonically.