My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Hm... I really didn't want to be here, you know?" Roxanne said, her voice laced with frustration as her eyes stared into those of the woman in front of her. Her mother, Stella, held her gaze with the same intensity, both clearly reflecting the same stubbornness and air of disdain.

Despite the tension in the air, Stella seemed completely indifferent to the situation. As always, she was wearing absurdly provocative lingerie, something that was clearly more than a choice of clothing, but a symbol of her unashamedly exhibitionist nature. The white garment highlighted her flawless curves, with delicate details that made no effort to cover more than the bare essentials.

It was her usual style: a parade of sensuality in public, changing only the types and models of lingerie, but keeping one constant - pure white, an ironic choice for someone with such a deliberately provocative personality. Stella behaved as if her choice of clothing was as ordinary as a T-shirt and jeans.

'I wish I had my mother's curves...' She sighed, looking mainly at Stella's waist.

"You never change, do you, Mom?" Roxanne commented, narrowing her eyes, her voice laden with sarcasm.

"And why should I hide something so beautiful? If there's something worthy of admiration, it should be shown," Stella teased with a mischievous smile, stretching the strap of her lingerie insinuatingly. "Maybe you need to learn to loosen up a bit, darling."

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"I'm sorry, but my body belongs to my husband," Roxanne tried to deflect the conversation, feeling a growing discomfort. She was trying to escape the situation anyway, still not knowing how to deal with... well, with what was about to happen.

Stella had expected a more dramatic reaction, something like "Kya! Disgusting, Mom!" or at least an expression of surprise. But what she got was much more... frustrating.

"Ah..." Roxanne let out a heavy sigh, a sound so exhausted that it seemed to swallow up all the energy in the room. She dropped her head to the table, her eyes vacant, looking away with an expression of total disinterest. "Seriously, why do I still come when you call? Just... why do I still try? I really want to disappear."

Stella remained silent, her eyes fixed on the golden head of her daughter, who no longer seemed to care.

"Daughter...?" Stella tried, a twinge of concern crossing her voice.

"Ah, mother... give it a rest, fuck off. Take those damn sweets and shove them up your ass. Can't you see I'm having a shitty day?" Roxanne replied, for the first time in her life defying her mother.

"Wow... I expected that from everyone but you" Stella could only laugh... Not least because... it was the first time she had seen her daughter being so truthful.

"So, do you want to tell Mom what happened?" Stella asked, and Roxanne, without thinking twice, began to blurt out everything that had happened in the last 24 hours.

"Well... considering how much your husband adores you, I think you're overreacting. After all, it's something that will happen naturally," Stella replied, shrugging. "Relax, it's not like I'm going to die from not having sex. It's quite trivial. I've never done it myself," she said with the same indifference.

"Huh?! What do you mean you haven't?!" Roxanne asked, almost in disbelief, as if to say, "I'm proof of that!"

"Oh, that's right... I pretended," Stella replied unceremoniously. "I wanted Raphaeline and Sapphire not to know that I'd done the same as them and artificially created you," she continued, unconcerned.

"You know, that stuff about splitting off part of your soul, feeding it negative energy, creating a living being out of it. Simple stuff, you know?" Stella added, shrugging again as Roxanne's mouth dropped open in shock.

"What? You're supposed to have sex with someone you love, not some asshole," Stella commented, as if it were the most trivial matter in the world.

"What about my dad? Well, he kind of fits in as a jerk, so I agree, but I thought you had a relationship," Roxanne said, with a curious look.

"Oh, yes, we did. We fought each other a lot. But then he wanted to do an experiment and I wanted to have a daughter. In the end, you were born, at least you were planned! Be happy about that!" Stella said, without losing her pose.@@novelbin@@

"That doesn't cheer me up at all." Roxanne said sighing.

"Come on, tell me, why did you call me here? I'm sure it wasn't to eat sweets, there's nothing new on the table." Roxanne said, a little hurt...

"Oh, that's right..." Stella rubbed her arm before... "As you've already seen, your father's back, and frankly, I want to seal him away again somehow... How about helping me?" Stella said.

Roxanne looked at Stella, confused. "You... want to do what to him? Again? Wasn't it enough last time?"

Stella gave an enigmatic smile, her gaze determined. "I'm not one to leave things unfinished. He thinks he can just show up and do whatever he wants, but I'm not that type. I need to make sure he knows who's boss."

Roxanne shook her head, still in disbelief. "Are you serious? After everything that's happened, you still want to mess with him? Isn't that a bit risky?"

"Risky?" Stella laughed, humorlessly. "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. And who better to deal with it than the two of us, eh? Don't worry, I've got everything under control. I just need a little help."

Roxanne thought for a moment, watching the gleam in Stella's eyes. She knew that her mother would never make a decision without a well-thought-out plan, but even so, something there bothered her. "And what do you expect me to do? I... I'm not exactly an expert in dealing with him."

Stella approached with an almost imperceptible smile. "You have a lot more talent than you realize, Roxanne. And the truth is, in the end, you're the only one who can put an end to him once and for all. If you agree to help me, you can have whatever you want. All the freedom you deserve."

Roxanne frowned thoughtfully. The offer sounded tempting, but she knew it wouldn't be simple. She had always known that her mother had grandiose plans, and now, it seemed, she would be part of it. "And what exactly do you want me to do?"

"Leave that to me for now," Stella replied, with a touch of mystery in her voice. "I only need your help when the time is right. Trust me, child."