My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 656: Mother-Daughter Domination I (R-18)
Chapter 656: Mother-Daughter Domination I (R-18) 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
[Warning: This is basically going to be scenes of you-know-what between mother and daughter, don’t bother me later with that “oh, I said there’s no yuri” nonsense. Skip if you don’t want to see it.]
“Come on, choose.” Vergil ordered like a king over two maids, Sapphire and Katharina’s gaze wavered. “I won’t repeat myself.” He said, crossing his arms and smiling.
Sapphire was feeling completely enraged internally, but she had already realized… It’s impossible to go against him now. If she doesn’t, he’ll force her. And she’s already seen that he really will do it…
She felt completely dominated.
As for Katharina… well, unlike Sapphire, she was… ‘Why is he so handsome? Damn it!’ She screamed to herself in her head.
Unlike Sapphire, who liked to dominate, Katharina was… the one who liked to be dominated. At least, that’s how she identified with their relationship. She was the woman and he the man. He dominated her and she liked it… However…
‘But why in front of my mother!’ Katharina couldn’t think much, especially because… Her mother was there… Her mother, of all people. Katharina, on the other hand… was lost for entirely different reasons.
Why is he so handsome? Damn it!
She practically screamed at herself, reflexively averting her gaze.
That was the problem.
While Sapphire hated losing control, Katharina… didn’t. Never hated it.
She had always been like that with Vergil. Him in the lead, firm, confident. Her following—and enjoying it. In their dynamic, it made sense. It was natural. Comfortable, even.
But then came the fatal detail.
‘But… why in front of my mother?!’ Katharina’s brain simply short-circuited. Any coherent line of reasoning dissolved the instant she remembered that Sapphire was there. Watching. Breathing. Existing.
She wanted to disappear completely, or just die! She wanted to blame everything! But she knew that the blame lay solely and exclusively with her and her mother!
Vergil simply watched the two of them, perfectly aware of the chaos he had sown—and clearly pleased.
The silence stretched on.
He tilted his head slightly, his smile taking on an even more mischievous edge. “Any problem?” he asked, as if he truly didn’t see any.
“I-I’m not going to do that!” Sapphire stamped her foot; she had never worn anything like that before, no, she had never been forced into things like that!
“Exactly! It’s impossible!” Katharina agreed, shaking her head after seeing that her mother was beside her!
“How cute, now you two are even agreeing. It seems like you’ve even resolved things,” he said, clapping his hands and smiling demonically with his eyes and mouth closed (^^).
He sighed deeply before making a decision.
“Alright… I choose,” he said, calmly rising as he walked to the table overflowing with costumes. He glanced at some, evaluating them like a general before dangerous weapons. “Hm… let’s see.”
Then he picked one up and tossed it to Katharina.
“You’ve always had plenty of energy to have endless, crazy sex,” he commented with a sly smile. “So go with this one.”
Katharina looked at what had fallen into her lap.
It was a classic bunny costume: a strapless, one-piece black bodysuit with a straight cut at the bust and a smooth finish, made to precisely mold the body. It came with sheer black tights, a black bow tie with a white base, white cuffs with small decorative buttons, and a simple headband with black bunny ears.
Everything about it seemed… tailor-made.
The fabric promised to follow every curve, without being too loose or too tight, embracing the body with that blatantly provocative intention that Vergil had clearly considered when choosing it.
He observed her for a moment longer than necessary, satisfied.
“Perfect,” he murmured, as if he were already certain of the effect it would have.
It was the perfect size for Katharina! Her G-cup breasts would fit perfectly, and it would surely embrace all the lascivious and wicked curves of that beautiful body.
He then turned his gaze to Sapphire.
“And you,” he said with the same dangerous calm, as if he were choosing a chess piece. Sapphire felt a shiver run down her spine. “Let’s see…”
He walked to the table again, his fingers running over fabrics, lace, accessories. He stopped. He tilted his head slightly, as if finally finding something that perfectly fits his own malice.
Then he picked up the piece.
And threw it to her.
Sapphire caught it reflexively—and only then did she look.
Her eye almost popped out of its socket.
It was a cow-themed lingerie set: a light-colored set with a white print speckled with black spots, clearly inspired more by fantasy than any practical functionality. The top had a simple but daring cut, held up by thin straps, while the bottom was mid-waisted with small lace details on the edges. There were also matching accessories: a headband with small rounded ears, a bell attached to a ribbon around the neck, and long stockings that completed the set in an almost… mocking way.
EVERYTHING about it was explicitly vulgar. Simply, EVERYTHING.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sapphire growled, looking from the set to Vergil, then back to the set, as if expecting him to evaporate.
Vergil smiled, satisfied.
“Oh, come on,” she said with feigned innocence. “White, black… simple, straightforward.” He shrugged. “It suits you. With those luscious cow-like breasts.” He laughed.
Katharina, standing beside her, bit her lip to stifle a laugh—and failed miserably. A muffled sound escaped her lips.
Sapphire turned a deadly glare to her daughter.
Katharina immediately straightened her posture. “Sorry.”
Vergil crossed his arms again, completely satisfied with the chaos that had ensued.
“Look on the bright side,” he commented. “At least now no one can say I favor one over the other.”
Sapphire squeezed the fabric between her fingers.
She sighed as her aura completely shifted. “It’s alright, darling.” She said, “You want this, so there’s nothing I can do.” she said.
Sapphire didn’t hesitate any longer. With an icy calm that contrasted with the still-bubbling inner fury, she slid the shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor like a disposable shell.
Her enormous, H-cup breasts swayed slightly as they were freed from the black lingerie that contained them—heavy, full breasts, with pink nipples hardening in the cool air of the room.
The lingerie was thin, almost transparent at the sides, highlighting the generous curves of her waist and wide hips, marks of a mature woman who knew exactly the power she wielded with her body.
Katharina froze, her eyes wide and fixed on her mother. Her face burned like fire—a violent blush rising from her neck to her ears.
‘My God, why is she doing this? In front of me?’ she thought, her heart pounding in her chest.
It was surreal: to see Sapphire, always so imposing and controlling, exposing herself without any shame. Her mother’s breasts swayed with each movement, mesmerizing and embarrassing at the same time.
Katharina looked away for a second, but her gaze inevitably returned, as if drawn by a magnet.
“I shouldn’t be seeing this… this is wrong… but… damn, she’s so… no, stop thinking about it!” She said, noticing her panties were slightly wet.
Sapphire noticed her daughter’s discomfort out of the corner of her eye and smiled slightly, a predatory smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
She slowly unbuttoned her pants, pushing them down along with her black lace panties, revealing her shaved pussy, full, moist lips glistening in the dim light.
Naked now, except for the high heels she was still wearing, she picked up the cow-print headband first, placing it on her head with a casual movement. The little bell jingled softly at her neck as she fastened the ribbon.
Then, she put on the daring top, which barely contained her large breasts—her breasts overflowing the sides, the black and white spots of the print standing out against her pale skin. The mid-waisted panties hugged her ample hips, and the long stockings rode up her thick thighs, completing the vulgar and mocking look. She spun slightly, the bell ringing again, and looked at Katharina with a raised eyebrow.
“What are you waiting for, girl? Take off that outfit and put this on already,” Sapphire ordered, her voice firm as a whip, leaving no room for discussion. “Don’t make me repeat myself. Vergil has already chosen, and you know there’s no point in arguing.”
Katharina swallowed hard, her face even redder—now the color of a ripe tomato.
‘In front of her? Me? Undressing?’ Her body trembled slightly with pure shame, but there was something else there, a treacherous tingling between her legs that she tried to ignore.
She clutched the bunny costume to her chest like a useless shield, but Sapphire’s eyes pierced her, relentless. With trembling hands, Katharina began to unbutton her blouse, revealing first her flat stomach, then the bra that barely held her ample, perky G-cups.
Her breasts sprang free when she released him, nipples hard with nervousness and a mingled excitement, swaying heavily as she pushed her skirt down, exposing her soaked thong and thick, curvaceous thighs.
Vergil, for his part, had settled into a nearby armchair, legs crossed with predatory elegance, his eyes half-closed, appreciating the spectacle like a king on his throne.
He didn’t say a word, just watched—the demonic smile still on his lips, the bulge in his pants visibly growing as mother and daughter changed there, vulnerable and exposed.
Each of Sapphire’s movements was mature and confident, her cow-like breasts jingling with their bells;
Katharina, on the other hand, was a well of embarrassment, instinctively covering her breasts for a second before forcing herself to continue, wearing the black bodysuit that molded her lascivious curves like a second skin glove.
The sheer stockings rode up her legs, the bow tie and white cuffs were fastened with clumsy fingers, and finally the tiara with rabbit ears—everything fitting perfectly, highlighting her overflowing G-cups and pert bottom.
Sapphire finished adjusting the last detail, giving Vergil a demonic look, while Katharina stood there, arms half-crossed over her chest, dying of embarrassment beside her mother in her equally indecent outfit. The air was heavy, the silence broken only by the occasional tinkle of the bell and the heavy breathing of the two women.
Vergil slowly uncrossed his legs, clapping once. “You two look beautiful,” he said, smiling. “Now, Jenga. Same rules: shake, paper. Tower falls, double penalty. Katharina, your turn to start.”
