Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 745: The Auction Night begins

"It’s Tonight."

Asmodeus sat in a dark room at the edge of his cheap wooden bed, filled with marks from Nerima’s claws. He focused on the glowing orb of energy between his fingertips, while the moonlight shone from behind.

’Will everything go how I expect... is there anything I’ve forgotten?’

Countless plans, ideas, and scenarios played through his mind as he squeezed the orb, reforming and transforming the energy into various shapes. He wanted to avoid failing after facing Grundig, thus he spent an entire day adjusting and perfecting everything to prioritise Brando.

He couldn’t rely on Logan, Thorim or Zahir.

’They lack strength and will die for nothing.’

Whether a twist of fate or some kind of cruel fortune, after meeting her uncle, Lun decided she’d attend the auction properly and gave Logan the invite for her plus one.

Asmodeus tried to convince them to avoid the event because he knew neither of them would survive a direct clash with Grundig or the Wyvern, not to mention the real combat force he’d likely bring on the night.

Alas, she couldn’t accept that and accused Asmodeus of insulting her honour as a Bronzeblade.

Nevertheless, thanks to this, he could at least cut them from his plans. Since Logan wanted to attend with Lun, Asmodeus wouldn’t protect him. It was his choice, and he would accept and acknowledge that.

’Now then...’

He glanced towards the moon, curling his lips into a smirk as several black dots flashed across the surface.

Suddenly, the energy in his palm flickered, turning jet black from the mixed colour a moment before. As the ground shook, he clenched his fist, creating a beautiful flicker of purple light after destroying the energy orb.

"She’s here."

Creak~

Asmodeus stood wearing a tightly fitting bodysuit made of reinforced slime, which squeaked slightly as it adjusted to his size. Then it constricted his body so tightly that it revealed everything underneath.

He grabbed a loose pair of blue desert warrior pants and a black lace-up Renaissance Tunic; he didn’t need to hide his true form or existence, and while glancing in the cloudy mirror, he flicked the air, opening the window.

A tall demon, around 2 metres tall, with long black horns curved behind his head, keeping his long, layered and messy hair brushed back in place with thin cracks along the surface that glowed with a molten orange glow.

"So this is my current demon form?"

Throughout the past year in this world, Asmodeus noticed a change in his form several times, wondering what caused the fluctuations.

However, after reaching his current rank and practising with the three energy types inside his body, he’d come to an understanding.

This demon form represented just that, his demonic energy and demon bloodline.

Dark hair, black sclera with pale blue pupils, darker skin, taller and more muscular.

Then his more human form, retaining his original looks.

Golden Blond hair, ocean blue eyes with a white sclera and lighter bronzed skin tone, shorter than his demon form, with less defined muscles.

Finally, the form which came after he first achieved Abyssal Sovereign form, and reached the ranks that brought him closer to Godhood.

Silvery white hair with golden eyes, with the black sclera from his demon form. A naturally darker skin tone, and the height and muscles from his demon form.

In the mirror, he changed between the three with a simple thought, noticing other changes which brought a smile to his face.

’In human form it’s a little longer, demon form it’s much thicker, and sovereign has both length and girth, huh.’

He shook his head, dispelling the messy thoughts as a gust of wind blew through the window with a slight howl. A moment later, the low clang of metal on wood sounded three times before a thud.

When he turned, three beautiful women knelt before him wearing pure silver armoured dresses, black tights and masterly crafted black iron gauntlets.

Asmodeus smiled at the three women and examined them.

Velvet’s dress carried the colour of her eyes, purple like a royal, the fabric silky and high-quality as it clung to her well-trained body, with wide hips and a tight waist. She’d tied her dark purple hair loosely back in a seductive bun with strands curling beside her cheeks.

Levia’s dress glistened in the darkness, with specks of silver glitter atop the black fabric, a bewitchingly loose-fitting dress. She kept her hair simple, long, black, straight down to her neck.

Finally, he looked at the brunette, glancing at him through her messy bangs. She wore a striking yellow dress, which drew the eyes to her plump waist, and hips... then the silver armour wrapping her chest, stomach and arms.

Vinea tied her hair in a low, messy ponytail, which dangled over her shoulder as she remained kneeling.

"It’s been too long since we met like this, my dear wives." Asmodeus spread his arms with a wide grin, their beauty and power quite shocking for him.

’I never expected them to have reached this level.’

"We’ve missed you, too, husband."

Velvet stood first.

Her chain mail jingled as she stepped forward and cupped his cheeks. The cold of her gauntlets tickled as she caressed his face with a soft smile.

"You look so handsome right now."

Of course, just like he enjoyed seeing his wives in different clothes, they also held preferences, with Velvet who accepted her demonic form much faster than some of the other wives, preferring his demon form to others.

"Do I?"

He held one of her hands, squeezing it so she could feel through the armour.

Suddenly, Vinea stood and, with a delicate flick of her hips, pushed Velvet to the side as she hooked Asmodeus’s arm, then looked up at him with a warm smile. "I’ve really missed fighting beside you, darling."

"H-Hey?!" Velvet pouted, grabbing his opposite side.

The women glanced at each other with a huff.

Asmodeus could almost feel beams leaving their eyes as they clung to his body, the cold steel of their armour comfortable in the lingering heat.

While enjoying their touch, he wondered what Leviathan was doing and peeked at her to find her still kneeling; however, the action she took stunned him.

’Eh?’

Ever since they became his wives, their resistance lowered, and their desires grew, so the moment Levia noticed she might not beat her sisters at gaining Asmodeus’s affection. She unclipped her chestplate, and the moment he glanced at her, she pulled the neckline of her black dress down, revealing her creamy, round breasts and puffy nipples.

"..."

He could only stare as she swayed her shoulders, pushing them together to make them bounce and jiggle.

"Huh!? What the hell are you doing, Levia?!"

Velvet’s eyes opened wide as she noticed the secret attack used by her sister. They’d all agreed to fight for Asmodeus’s favour fairly after coming to the mainland. Yet she never expected the faithful paladin to be so sultry and lewd.

"Now it makes sense why you asked for segmented armour!" Velvet fumed as she glanced at her dress. She couldn’t remove her armour like Levia. To do so, she’d have to strip herself, which would lose the surprise effect.

Unable to fight back, Velvet shook her head and glared at Levia. "Good, very good!"

’I love it when they fight like this, so sneaky and hot.’

Asmodeus couldn’t help being a perverted madman; he enjoyed the female body too much to deny himself. He thought those cold and unfeeling gods and powerhouses were missing out on too much.

But he also couldn’t show favourites too much, as it would affect morale.

"Levia, I do love your breasts, but let’s put them away for now. Come here."

She stared at him, listening to his words, then nodded with a smile. Then, with a simple flick, clip and twist, the breastplate covered her mounds once more. Levia hopped to her feet and, with an elegant sway of her hips, stepped into his arms.

"Master, did you like it?"

Asmodeus could only ignore the moody Velvet and peek at the quiet Vinea before he flicked his eyes to Levia.

"Of course, have you gotten bigger? They looked really nice, especially that little tattoo. When did you get that done?"

His lips curled into a deep smile as her cheeks suddenly flushed, and she hugged herself. This meek side of Levia was part of her irresistible charm.

"Ah."

At the top of her breasts, written in demonic script wrapped with a heart she’d added.

[Property of Asmodeus]

This kind of tattoo that existed in the past, each woman had his marking on their pelvis along with their title, be it princess, queen, or empress and below was also another thing written.

The writing below carried their true feelings or desires.

Once the women reached their current state, having been completely reborn with divine bodies, most of those markings vanished. Thus, Levia and a few others gathered together, choosing to apply them using Abyssal Energy.

"Do you like it?"

Levia didn’t beat around the bush; she stared at him with a serious expression.

’Haha, yes. How could I forget how my lovely wives act? It seems I’ve been away and busy for far too long.’

Their little games, competitiveness and fights.

He’d banned them from actually harming each other, and instead they fought with seduction, affection and little acts like this. Asmodeus couldn’t deny that seeing the familiar marking didn’t make his engine fire up.

Nevertheless, tonight was too important to lose himself to pure lust.

So he gave a sincere compliment, then switched his gears using his parallel thought, to cast the desire and lust to another part of him to avoid affecting the mission.

"I do, very much so."

Tonight was the auction, and soon these three would meet Nerim.

He couldn’t mess around!