Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World Chapter 644: Demon God Vs Makeup!?

Chapter 644: Demon God Vs Makeup!?

When they arrived together at the grand chamber in the east wing, Asmodeus froze at the beauty of the room. It was a mixture of a frozen aesthetic with ice sculptures and beautiful murals depicting his journey and golden webbing made into curtains, tablecloths and other fabrics.

“This silk…” He muttered.

“Eheheh~ I helped Mama!” Luthiel bragged.

Asmodeus turned to face Lumina.

He understood how there were images of things that only he and those close to him could know. The summoning, the first training and the dungeon, all his achievents and adventures, filled this huge room.

The furniture also resembled various things he’d seen in the world.

“My dear wife.” His soft, husky voice filled with affection echoed through the room, the silk webbing boosting the volu as the children and servants all looked up at their king. He rarely showed his affection verbally in public to this degree.

“Do you like it?” She swayed her hips like a pendulum while wrapping around his arm. “I thought for a long ti about how I could capture your heart.” Her eight beautiful eyes shimred as she leaned on his shoulder. “But by the ti I realised. I’d created a shrine and mural to your journey as a man… is it annoying?”

Asmodeus slipped his hand into her smooth kimono.

The silk allowed her heavy mounds to remain cool to the touch as he squished them, rubbing her soft nipple between his fingertips.

“Nngh! My dear…. the children are here.”

“Ah, forgive , Lumina. You just made so happy I couldn’t stop myself.”

He used his cape to wrap her shoulders, hiding his hand, while the little children obliviously played in the small area made for them. ‘Well, it’s only small compared to the grand hall. it’s bigger than my old house on Earth.’ Asmodeus walked slowly with Lumina to the corner where Gretel waited with Anna.

“Dearest Master.”

“Your Imperial Highness!” Anna’s voice beca less childish and gained a more mature tone as she bowed to Asmodeus.

“You look good in the official maid outfit Anna. How is life in the palace?”

Anna’s face flushed a soft pink as she straightened, hands clasped before her apron. “It’s… wonderful, Your Imperial Highness. Everyone has been kind. Lady Lumina taught how to weave silk with magic. But I’m still terrible at it.”

Lumina giggled softly, her many eyes half-closed in amusent. “She’s better than she thinks. And she keeps my daughters from turning the nursery upside down.”

Asmodeus tapped his chin while squeezing Lumina’s breasts, enjoying her body shifting and the way she covered her mouth. He didn’t do this for no reason, but it was a request from Lumina herself. ‘My perverted wife…’

“Hey!” Luthiel and Miris protested from their play mat, where tiny spider legs peeked and vanished beneath dresses as they built a crooked tower of silk-thread blocks. Aranya only smiled and glanced at him, while Ophelia manipulated the blocks using magic which glowed faintly from her tiny forehead eyes.

Asmodeus crouched to their level, his cape pooling like dark water behind him. “I see the little architects are hard at work.”

“It’s a castle!” Miris declared. “For Mama!”

“And Papa,” Aranya added shyly, looking up at him with bright gold eyes.

He reached out, ruffling their soft, white and silver hair. “Then we’ll have to make it the strongest castle in Luria.”

A bell chid from deep within the citadel, a solemn, resonant tone that made the children pause their ga.

Lumina’s expression brightened, playful again. “That’s our cue. It’s almost ti.”

“Ti for what?” Miris whispered.

“The day your father promised us,” Lumina said, leaning down to kiss the top of Asmodeus’s hand. “I will see you later, my love.” She suddenly ascended into the air, webbing spread from her buttocks and dragged her up gracefully despite her reluctant glance.

He squeezed his hands and glanced toward the great doors, where distant horns now sounded, calling the gathered nobles, soldiers, and citizens.

His eyes swept the hall while marvelling at the silk murals, the children laughing, and his wives beginning to gather in other parts of the castle.

The day of their marriage had finally co.

***

“Your Imperial Majesty, it’s ti.” Gretel stood beside a huge tray, with various powders, pastes and other items.

Asmodeus looked at them, then back to the plump milf.

“These are?”

“Makeup, my dear lord.”

“For whom?”

“…”

“Gretel?”

“You, My Lord.”

He froze for a mont, blinking several tis while watching Gretel skillfully pop the lids, mix the scented gels and pastes with short sleeves. Asmodeus felt a sudden weight in his abdon like a boulder that slowed his movents.

The situation dawned on him.

He would marry his beloved woman today started to set in.

He’d not seen Sariel, Riel, Alice, or Erika.

‘I hope they’re doing well… those little kids might feel left out if they know I’ve spent the morning playing with everyone else.’

Asmodeus smirked at himself, no longer resisting as he sat in the chair Gretel prepared, a comfy leather seat that squeaked the mont he dropped. “Good…”

“Does it feel comfortable? I tried to have it asured to suit your body shape.” Gretel humd with a smile, her natural perfu flowing into his nose as she leaned close.

Then she ca closer, holding a soft, damp wipe, and started to caress his cheeks. “This will cleanse and clean your skin.”

Gretel’s cool fingers swept across his jawline with the damp cloth, slow and deliberate. The scent of roses and so faint sweet spice clung to her skin. Her horns glead faintly as she leaned close, the curve of her generous chest almost brushing his arm with each careful motion.

“You’ve grown even more handso these past years, Master,” she murmured, a playful lilt slipping into the usually formal tone. “All this war and ruling, yet your face hasn’t hardened… only beco sharper.”

Asmodeus chuckled low, golden eyes sliding toward hers. “You’ve gotten bolder, Gretel.”

“Fufu.” She didn’t retreat. Instead, she tilted her head, a lock of crimson hair sliding forward to brush his cheek. “I’ve been by your side three years now. I think I’ve earned a little boldness.” Her smile curved into equal parts tender and daring as she dabbed a thin line of powder along his cheekbone. “You saved my daughter, brought back from hellish pain… no man, no mortal can understand this feeling I hold towards you.”

“Tell , my beloved master”, she whispered, away from the other servants’ ears, like a butterfly’s kiss. “Have you considered my offer?”

He raised a brow, amused. “You an the one where you swore to serve forever… as more than a maid?”

Her breath hitched, but she held his gaze. “Yes.”

The expectation he could feel from her expressions tugged at his chest. From the mont he revived Gretel from a burned corpse, this premonition lingered. He watched her quietly, worried about her past. “Your husband?”

“Master, I haven’t seen or touched a man since Anna was born; that bastard has long since beco irrelevant to . I was reborn for one man only. You.”

Asmodeus didn’t care if she wasn’t reborn; if it were her old body, he would still happily take her to his bed. Everyone had a past. He was no different. But when he saved her life, he destroyed her original body, and so technically, despite being Anna’s true mother, her body was a pure maiden.

“Foolish woman, I already have thirteen won soon to beco wives. I cannot grant you the sa status so easily…” He watched her quietly, brushing his cheeks with a delicate flick of his bright red cheeks.

“You’ve avoided for three years, Master,” she whispered, so soft the other maids wouldn’t hear. “Always kind… but distant.” Her lips trembled in the smallest pout before she straightened, schooling her face back into its usual composure. “Will you keep running forever?”

He couldn’t help but rember the number of tis she’d snuck into his room, wearing nothing but a robe to seduce him.

Asmodeus held her gaze, his smile faint but warm. “Gretel…” he said, voice dropping to a low rumble that sent a shiver through her. “You’ve been patient beyond reason. Loyal beyond duty. But today isn’t a day for new promises.” His thumb slid across her cheek, tracing the faint blush there. “After the vows, when my wives are my queens, I will give you your answer.”

Sothing flickered in her expression, a mixture of relief and longing. She bowed her head just enough to hide a shy smile. “…I’ll wait, Master.”

A soft knock broke the mont.

Two younger maids slipped in, carrying a long black case between them. When they set it down and clicked the latches open, even Asmodeus needed to catch his breath.

The wedding regalia wasn’t simple armour; it was imperial and warlike, yet impossibly elegant.

A sleeveless black battle coat embroidered with gold and crimson thread; a high collar edged in dragon scale. A flowing mantle of midnight silk lined with phoenix feathers and an obsidian breastplate polished to a mirror’s sheen, carved with his personal sigil.

The crowned sun eclipsed by dark wings, with a black rose and finally, a cape so long it swept the floor, tipped with faint crimson fire.

“Your ceremonial battle-gown, Your Majesty,” one maid whispered reverently.

Asmodeus exhaled slowly. It was beautiful, regal… terrifyingly final. This is real. Today, he would bind his life to every woman he loved, like his mother and father before him.

He touched the emblem and closed his eyes.

I will protect, love and cherish them for as long as I exist.