Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

Wang Shen blinked and said—

"Why don't you just go and ask her?"

"Hey?"

Chen Ming was taken aback.

Wang Shen said—

"You two didn't really have a fight, you just slept in separate rooms. Just ask her directly, do you think she won't tell you? At worst, you can just beg and plead, and she'll give in, right?"

No one in the family can resist his good looks.

Chen Ming stroked his chin and said—

"That makes sense... Never mind, I'll ask her after I've finished what I need to do tomorrow. Anyway, the things I need to do are always the same."

Once you convince your wives, all problems are no problem.

He laughed and hugged Wang Shen, then they both fell onto the bed, saying—

"Time for bed, laughing with the new love, no tears for the old one~ Hehe, who told them to oppose me? Humph, I'll leave them be for now, I'll deal with them tomorrow..."

"..."

Wang Shen felt that her husband was becoming more and more like a heartless harem king... although he already was.

……

P.S.: That's terrible (ω)

Chapter 1500 The wives are already finding it hard to contain themselves.

As night deepened, some people found themselves unable to sleep.

"Waaah... Husband, my husband..."

Raphael's voluptuous figure pressed tightly against the wall, her sky-blue eyes filled with urgency as she strained to hear what was happening in the next room, but to no avail.

How could Wang Shen be so careless? She was enjoying a sweet time with her husband, but she didn't want to be overheard.

Although it wouldn't hurt if they heard it, it would actually be a kind of stimulation?

Your husbands are mine now!

some type of.

The angels nowadays are indeed like wronged wives whose husbands have been stolen away—regretful, resentful, and humiliated…

"Waaaaah... Husband, my husband... No, please don't take my husband away..."

Gabriel felt like he was going insane. It felt like ants were crawling all over his body. The thought of the King God and his husband doing all sorts of things together made him feel so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

Michael was also kneeling against the wall. The hypocritical knight-angel was now convulsing, his face pressed against the wall, mouth agape, drooling, muttering—

"Husband...how can I live without you..."

"...This is way too exaggerated!"

Huang Yi, dressed in children's pajamas, sat cross-legged on the bed and couldn't help but complain. Why are all these powerful angel kings like this?

What did he do to make them like this? They've fallen so low as to lose their minds. Their increasingly voluptuous and lewd figures, coupled with their expressions, make it seem like they're inappropriate for children even though nothing has actually been done.

Huang Jianxian felt a chill run down her spine and couldn't help but hug her small chest. If she stayed here a few more days and he caught her, would she end up like this...?

grunt.

That's...that's terrifying.

She couldn't help but swallow.

The older sister, her pale eyes fixed on their dejected state, couldn't help but sigh, rubbed her forehead, and said—

"If this continues, they won't be able to hold on for more than a few days, will they?"

Although the others are not as severely affected as the angels, they still depend on him. Chen Ming has become a necessity in their lives, irreplaceable, and they will experience various symptoms if they lose him.

It's no joke that I can't live without him.

Emotional dependence and addiction are unparalleled.

If it were just a few days apart, it wouldn't be a big deal, but now I clearly realize that this is an opposition to him, and if we don't make up, I will never get him. Just thinking about this makes me feel even more lonely and unbearable.

On the very first night, she wanted to surrender to her husband, kneel down, and swear allegiance.

Afu and Xuan sat side by side, their gray eyes looking at the fallen angels who were no longer human, and their faces involuntarily turned red.

"master……"

Xuan sensed something was wrong with his master's body. Even though he tried his best to resist with the Path of the Pure Heart, he still couldn't help but feel a longing.

She hasn't been married into this place for very long, so her feelings aren't quite as intense yet, but she's been influenced by the atmosphere here and is starting to care more and more about the nights without him...

She gritted her teeth, reached out and hugged her master, and said—

"Master, let's go to sleep. We'll feel better once we're asleep..."

"Um……"

The young maid rubbed her legs together, her face flushed, unable to utter a single word. She tried to close her eyes and fall asleep holding Xuan in her arms.

But he couldn't help but mutter to himself—

"Husband...Master..."

She was his little maid, how could she possibly leave him? Everyone tried to persuade him, but she alone dared not, because she knew she was the easiest to surrender to; as soon as he opened his mouth, she would kneel down.

She was his lowly wife, a maidservant... someone he could never leave...

“Ah Fu…”

Seeing her old friend like this, Huang Yi felt a pang of heartache and gently stroked her hair. It's all that bastard Mr. Chen's fault, letting everyone fall into such depravity and insisting on doing such dangerous things…

"Aaaaaah! I'm dying without a husband!"

The petite, white-haired, red-eyed loli rolled around on the bed, sometimes tightening her body and arching her back, sometimes curling up like a shrimp, like the withdrawal symptoms of an internet addiction attack.

The girl who looked exactly like her, but whose eyes were one gold and one blue, shook her head and said—

"Didn't he suck your cat form all day? Wasn't that enough? You seem to be enjoying it to the extreme."

Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he ran away.

Satan puffed out his cheeks and looked at her, saying—

"It's because he sucked on the cat so hard and didn't finish that things are so difficult now! Normally I could handle it, but now I feel like I'm on fire... Ahhhh... Husband... My husband..."

"...Then why are you meowing and begging for help? Why not just pass out from pleasure? You're just his lapdog anyway, so it's normal for you to be miserable."

Liuli's words carried a hint of mockery.

Satan patted the bed and said—

"What do you mean! If I just went crazy from pleasure, wouldn't I immediately side with my master husband? How could I possibly resist?"

If it weren't for opposing her master's idea of ​​putting her in danger, she would have simply enjoyed it. She wasn't arrogant; she loved her master's affection the most.

She glanced at Liuli and said—

"It's not you. You clearly like it but you still act like a queen. You can't even sense my determination to uphold the greater good. You call yourself the real deal..."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Liuli gracefully rested her chin on her hand, her lack of rebuttal only fueling Satan's displeasure. Her gaze, like that of a high and mighty queen looking down upon the poor, made Satan's teeth itch with rage.

"You bastard..."

I really want to tear that face off.

Satan bared his fangs and claws, trying to pounce, but the tailor, who was watching from the side, quickly reached out and hugged her, saying—

"Well, everyone's resting..."

It's better if they don't fight...

Her tone was somewhat weak, quite different from her usual sewing witch persona. No wonder, given that one of them was a demon who had been under her contract for centuries, and the other was the current boss… both were powerful figures she couldn't afford to offend.

"Ok?"

Satan felt his petite body lift slightly into the air as the tailor hesitantly held him in his arms. He couldn't help but turn around and blink.

Looking at his former doll, now daring to carefully pick her up, he couldn't help but smile wryly and said—

"Oh dear, Xiaodie, you're getting bolder and bolder. Before, you would faint just from hearing my voice."

The tailor trembled.

When Satan possessed Gu Qing and crossed the line, she almost scared the tailor to death. She thought that her life was over and she would become Satan's plaything forever. Fortunately, her husband saved her in the end.

Now she and this devil have formed such a strange "sisterly" relationship...

It really has a magical feel to it.

……

P.S.: What does "harem king" even mean? (ω)

Chapter 1501 I'm sorry, sisters, I didn't mean to either...

The tailor's deep gray-blue eyes couldn't help but show a hint of fear. His hands, which were holding Satan, trembled slightly as he stammered—

"Um... I'm sorry..."

Tears welled up in my eyes; I was still filled with a deep-seated fear of this devil.

He chuckled coquettishly, turned around, and hugged the slender girl tightly, clinging to her like a koala, feeling her soft body, and said—

"Oh dear, you're such a pitiful little butterfly. No wonder my husband went to the abyss to save you. Should I call you sister? Hehehe... Sister, come, let's get closer... Hmm?"

As he spoke, Satan rubbed his face against the tailor's, his blood-red eyes so close that the tailor trembled and dared not move.