My Wives are Beautiful Demons Chapter 184 Bored Wives

"They've been there for two months already…" Roxanne comnted, delicately slicing another piece of chocolate and strawberry cake, savoring each bite under the sunny skies of Scarlet's mansion garden.

"Well… I'm starting to feel sad," Ada admitted, her voice low, almost a whisper. She sat cross-legged, absentmindedly playing with a flower she had plucked from the garden.

"I feel abandoned," Katharina interjected, suddenly appearing in their line of sight, her tone dripping with drama.

Roxanne glanced up, raising an eyebrow at Katharina's unexpected presence. "Huh? Going out?" she asked, noting her friend's striking appearance.

Katharina was impeccably dressed, wearing tight black pants that accentuated her curves, a leather jacket left open to reveal a red crop top that exposed her toned midriff, dark chokers adorning her neck, and sunglasses that added an air of mystery.

"Yes," Katharina replied, adjusting her sunglasses with a confident flair that matched her casual yet commanding deanor. "Heading to the human world. I need… a distraction."

"A distraction, huh?" Roxanne countered, a mischievous smile forming as she chewed another bite of cake. "Let guess… drinking or making contracts?"

Katharina laughed, tossing her hair back elegantly. "A contract, actually. Soone at the Bar Without a Na seems to need sothing. But… I won't say no to a good gin while I'm there," she said with a nonchalant shrug. Then, her gaze shifted to her friends. "And you two? Any plans, or are you just going to stay here, sighing in the corners?"

Roxanne made a face, pushing her empty plate aside. "I brought everything I need here… I have no intention of going ho anyti soon."

Katharina raised an eyebrow, catching the bitterness in Roxanne's voice. "I'm guessing because of that man?" Find more adventures on empire

"Exactly," Roxanne confird, crossing her arms and looking away. The ntion of her father, whom she clearly despised, seed to weigh heavily in the air.

Ada, who had been silent until then, sighed and stood up from her chair. "I'm going to visit my mother," she announced with uncommon softness. "It's been months since I've heard from her. I think it's ti to check in."

Katharina smirked slightly, noting the lancholy in her friend's voice. "So mothers seem better than others, don't they?"

Ada simply smiled back, a touch nostalgic, while Roxanne scoffed. "Just don't forget to bring sothing interesting back from the human world. I'm getting bored here."

"What kind of sothing interesting? Ah, never mind. You just want sweets," Katharina teased as she prepared to leave, grabbing the contract.

"Surprise ," Roxanne replied with a playful smirk.

"You never change," Katharina remarked before spinning on her heels and walking toward the portal that opened as she tore the contract. "See you later, girls."

"Take care," Ada said, watching their friend disappear through the portal with a reddish glow.

Roxanne turned to Ada. "Think she'll co back with a contract or a hangover?"

"Both," Ada replied with a chuckle before drifting into thoughts about her visit to her mother.

KABOOOOMMM!!!

The thunderous explosion shook the garden, prompting Roxanne and Ada to exchange a knowing look. Without a word, they both let out a deep sigh, as if this were just another normal day in their lives.

"Husband…" Roxanne muttered, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow.

"Darling…" Ada finished, adjusting her hair that had been tousled by the shockwave.

They stared at each other for a mont and, in perfect sync, let out another heavy sigh. "Ahhh~…"

Roxanne was the first to break the silence, throwing her hands up in surrender. "Can't they go a single day without blowing sothing up?"

"Doubt it," Ada replied, her tone exasperated, though her eyes glead with a mix of affection and resignation.

"Well, at least he'll co back stronger," Roxanne joked, picking up her teacup and taking a sip as if the blast had been nothing more than a faint thunderclap in the background.

Ada sighed, smoothing her skirt as she stood up from her chair. "We need to train too, you know. We can't just leave everything to him."

Roxanne shrugged, still holding her teacup. "He insists on carrying the weight of the world alone. I just try not to get in his way."

Ada raised an eyebrow. "And eating cake helps with that, does it?"

"Exactly," Roxanne answered with a mischievous grin, lifting a piece of cake on her fork.

Ada rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "I'm off to see my mother now. Take care of Alice, alright?"

Roxanne imdiately set down her teacup and struck an exaggerated soldier-like pose, saluting. "Yes, ma'am! Operation 'Don't Let Alice Blow Anything Up' activated!"

Ada laughed, shaking her head. "I trust you… I think."

"You should," Roxanne retorted, winking before returning to her cake. "Good luck with your mother!"

"Thanks. I'll need it," Ada replied with a final wave before leaving.

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[Human World]

"I don't believe it…" Katharina muttered, interrupting her own thoughts as she noticed the entrance to the Bar. She stopped, crossing her arms as she stared at the glowing runes etched a bit to the right of where the original door used to be.

"They changed the entrance to this damn place again," she grumbled, her tone heavy with impatience.

She took a few steps toward the new runes, tilting her head to examine them closely. "Can't they keep anything in the sa place for more than a month?" she sighed.

"Well, a contract's a contract," she said to herself, adjusting her leather jacket over her shoulders. With a firm motion, she pushed open the rune-decorated door and stepped into the legendary Bar Without a Na.

The mont Katharina entered, the chatter in the bar almost instantly quieted. Every male gaze—and a few female ones—turned in her direction.

Her confident stride, combined with the tight black pants accentuating her curves, the red crop top revealing her toned midriff, and the open jacket, made her the center of attention without her having to utter a single word. The sunglasses resting atop her head held her perfectly styled hair in place.

Katharina noticed the stares but ignored them with practiced ease. She was used to it, and to be honest, she didn't mind one bit. The smirk playing on her lips said it all: she knew she was stunning.

As she passed the tables, a whistle sounded from one corner. Without breaking stride or even glancing back, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. The sharp sound was followed by a faint pulse of energy that caused the whistler to trip over his chair and spill his drink all over himself.

"Pathetic," Katharina muttered, more to herself than to him, as she continued to the bar.

The bartender, a burly troll with scars crisscrossing his face and a worn-out apron, looked at her with a nervous smile.

"Katharina… always a pleasure," he said, wiping a mug with a rag that looked dirtier than the mug itself.

"Cut the small talk, Grog," she replied, leaning casually against the counter. "Who's the client?"

"The lady's upstairs…" Grog said as he opened the secret door.

"Oh, that witch bitch doing contracts again," Katharina said as she walked past him.