My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 218 Workforce

Vergil blinked slowly. 'Not this again...'

Before he could react, Paimon lunged forward, trying to grab his arm, ready to pull him along with her. But to her surprise, he didn't even budge.

"Sorry, but I'm not that easy," Vergil said casually, stopping her as if she were nothing more than a light breeze.

Paimon frowned and applied more force, attempting to drag him... to no avail.

"Hm?" She tilted her head, confused, and used even more power, pulling with both hands. But Vergil remained unmoving, like an immovable mountain.

"Huh? You... don't move?" Paimon murmured, looking at her own hands as if they were malfunctioning.

Sapphire let out a short laugh. "Maybe you've gotten weak?" she teased, amused.

Paimon looked back at Vergil, her expression shifting between surprise and interest. "Or maybe... he's just gotten too strong."

Vergil sighed, slipping one hand into his pocket. "Kidnapping people without consent isn't very polite, you know?" he said with a half-smile.

Paimon took a step back, now observing him with new eyes. "Interesting... very interesting." Her tone now carried a hint of fascination.

Sapphire sighed, exasperated. "Paimon, enough with the games. If you came to talk seriously, then do it already."

The Archon maintained her mischievous smile as her eyes roamed up and down Vergil, evaluating him like a hunter analyzing its prey.

"Alright, alright," she said, raising her hands in surrender. "But... after this, I think I really will need to spend some time with you." Her gaze sparkled with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "I have a feeling you'd be a great distraction."

Sapphire narrowed her eyes, clearly suspicious. "Paimon..."

The Archon sighed dramatically. "Okay, okay, I surrender. I won't kidnap anyone... for now." She shot a teasing glance at Sapphire before letting out a small chuckle.

Vergil watched the interaction with a raised eyebrow before leaning slightly toward Amon. "Do demon women always have this habit of trying to kidnap men like us?" he murmured low.

Amon let out a tired sigh, crossing his arms while casting a subtle glance at the two. "Usually... it's a burden we'll have to bear."

Vergil just shook his head, holding back a smile. "Tough life."

"We can hear you." Sapphire and Paimon said in unison, crossing their arms and staring at the two.

Amon let out a long sigh, clearly out of patience. "You know what? I give up. I've spent too much time trying to understand how an immortal being can die... and honestly? I'm not paid enough for this." He snapped his fingers and began to disappear into a whirlwind of dark energy. "Good luck with your kidnappers."

Vergil blinked a few times, watching Amon vanish as if he were ending a live broadcast.

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Paimon let out a giggle. "I like him, he's got style."

Sapphire sighed, massaging her temples. "If only everyone solved their problems like that..."

Vergil simply chuckled, crossing his arms. "Paimon, stop stalling. Tell me what you want with me."

Paimon smiled mysteriously. "Ah, yes... I need company for an enterprise of unimaginable value." Her voice was seductive, laced with playful malice.

Vergil didn't even blink. "I'm out." He shrugged without hesitation. "I have more important things to take care of. Two women who actually matter to me need my attention right now. So, thanks, but I'm passing."

He turned to Sapphire, taking her hand and intertwining his fingers with hers. "Shall we? I want to check on Stella. She seems worse off than Roxanne."

At that moment, a red magic circle began to form beneath their feet, the teleportation activating.

However, before the spell could be completed, Paimon spoke in a provocative tone:

"Aren't you going to let the guy who beat Roxanne walk away unpunished?"

The magic circle shattered as if forcibly disrupted, and in an instant, Vergil was already in front of her, his fist launching a ferocious strike.

But...

An invisible and absurdly powerful barrier stopped his attack at the last second. The impact caused a shockwave, cracking the ground around them.

Paimon kept smiling, completely unfazed. "I'm not your enemy. I'm simply offering you a chance for revenge. You should be happier, you know?"

Vergil narrowed his eyes but didn't step back. He could tell she wasn't lying, but his patience was already wearing thin.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he finally spoke without looking away from her:

"Sapphire, go home. I'll come later."

The redhead hesitated for a moment, but then just huffed, already knowing that arguing with him would be a waste of time.

"Now... are you more willing to talk?" Paimon smirked, and before he could respond, the world around them distorted into a blur of vibrant colors.

In an instant, he was no longer where he was supposed to be.

Vergil found himself sitting on a plush, luxurious red suede couch that formed a circle around a black glass coffee table. The dim lighting carried a sensual ambiance, with reddish and purple hues reflecting softly across the space. In the background, a slow, sultry tune played, while a lone golden door stood out at the other end of the room.

He glanced around, raising an eyebrow.

"Wait… are we in a strip club?" he asked, his tone a mix of confusion and irritation.

As he turned to Paimon, ready to demand an explanation, something strange happened.

He realized that… he didn't know what she looked like.

'Wait… I don't remember her face? When did she stop Sapphire and my mother… She vanished?' The thought hit him like an alarm. Up until now, he had simply assumed he knew who she was, but his mind was completely blank. He couldn't recall a single detail of her face.

As if she had read his thoughts, Paimon chuckled softly.

"Oh, my bad. You're probably freaking out because you're finally seeing me for real," she said casually, tossing her hair back.

Vergil remained silent, his eyes locking onto her as his mind finally registered her true appearance.

She was… breathtaking.

Paimon looked like a true goddess of lust, a radiant milf around 36 years old, with long, silky pink hair cascading down her back and shoulders. Two ebony horns curved upward, accentuating her exotic and mysterious aura. Her skin was flawless, pale, and glowing under the soft lighting of the room.

Her eyes, lined with dark and seductive makeup, held a mischievous glint. The black lipstick on her lips made her tempting smile even more alluring.

She slowly crossed her legs in a movement that seemed almost rehearsed, causing her thin white slip dress to slide slightly, revealing more of her well-toned thighs. The delicate, silky fabric hugged her curves perfectly, highlighting her ample chest and irresistible silhouette.

"Let's just say this is my true appearance," she teased, her voice dripping with natural charm as she picked up a tablet and slid her fingers across the screen.

"At least you're not some weird old hag," Vergil sighed, leaning back on the couch.

Paimon let out a soft chuckle, crossing her arms beneath her full breasts as she tilted her head slightly to the side.

"Well, considering my age, I'm practically a relic," she joked, her black-painted lips curling into a provocative smile.

Vergil didn't take the bait.

"Let's get to the point," he cut straight to business, ignoring her seduction game.

Paimon sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "So serious… But fine."

She slid the tablet toward him, and the screen lit up, revealing a detailed map filled with colorful markings.

"I'm currently conducting an investigation here in the human world regarding the Excalibur Fragments."

Vergil frowned. "You too?" he asked, surprised. After all, even he was after those fragments.

Paimon nodded. "Yes. As you know, we've encountered some… anomalies. Viviane informed us about the possible Assimilation of the Fragments into Weapons, and now the situation has become even more complicated. That's why we've deployed our elite teams to track and retrieve the fragments."

She swiped her finger across the screen, zooming in on the map. "The red dots represent our demons in the field. The green circles are locations we've already investigated. And the purple circles…"

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She paused briefly before continuing.

"Well, those are areas where our demons disappeared or died."

Vergil analyzed the map for a few moments until a golden marker caught his attention.

"And this one?" he asked, tapping the highlighted symbol.

Paimon leaned back on the couch and crossed her legs again, her expression growing a bit more serious.

"That's the fragment we found…" she murmured.

Vergil narrowed his eyes. "You don't sound very confident about it."

Paimon let out a sigh. "Let's just say… as one of the rulers of the Underworld, I have limitations here in the human world. Our full presence could cause an imbalance, and well… destroying this world isn't exactly part of the plan. So, I'm operating with only a fraction of my power, which puts me at a disadvantage."

She gave an ironic little smile and pointed at him.

"That's why…"

Vergil rolled his eyes, already knowing where this was going.

"You called me to fix the problem," he concluded, shaking his head as he handed the tablet back.

Paimon smiled. "Exactly. You're strong, free from these restrictions, and, besides…"

She slid closer to him, her voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial tone.

"…you love a good fight, don't you?"