Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 256. Different Chapters

"Okay, hold up," Damian said abruptly, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. "At least let me take a bath first."

Evelyn blinked, momentarily thrown off by the sudden shift in tone. "A bath?"

"Yes, a bath," Damian said, standing up and brushing himself off. He gestured toward the cauldron bubbling ominously near the fireplace. "And Evelyn, can you please do something about the stench in here? It's really killing the mood."

Evelyn burst out laughing, shaking her head. "Fine, fine. I'll air it out."

"And you," Damian continued, turning to Victoria with a pointed look, "don't forget to clean up the blood after you're done with your ritual. I'm not stepping over a magic formation to get to bed."

Victoria smirked, clearly unbothered. "Of course, my dear. Anything for you."

Damian grabbed his books from the table and started toward the stairs. "I'll be waiting for you guys upstairs. Don't take too long."

As he reached the bottom step, Evelyn called out, "What about your dinner?"

Damian paused, glancing over his shoulder. "I'll eat after we're done. I just had something at Cassius's place."

Victoria raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "After we're done, huh? That sounds promising."

"Don't read into it," Damian muttered, climbing the stairs two at a time. "And hurry up! I'm not waiting all night."

As he disappeared up the staircase, Evelyn and Victoria exchanged a look. Evelyn shook her head, still smiling. "He's such a handful."

Victoria's smirk softened into something almost affectionate. "That's what makes him worth it."

Upstairs, Damian set his books on the bedside table and exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair. "They're going to drive me insane," he muttered, though there was no real malice in his tone. He grabbed a towel and headed toward the bathroom, the thought of a hot shower sounding like the only thing that could clear his head.

The water cascaded over him. He allowed himself a rare moment of peace. The system's demands, the bonds he'd formed, the constant teasing—it all felt overwhelming at times. But beneath the chaos, there was something grounding about Evelyn and Victoria. Something that made him feel less like he was fighting alone.

By the time he stepped out of the shower, he felt marginally more prepared to deal with whatever madness awaited him downstairs. "Alright, ladies," he muttered under his breath, wrapping the towel around his waist. "Let's see what you've got."

And, of course, he could already hear their voices drifting up the staircase, laughter and mischief laced in every word. Damian sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. "They're not going to let me get through this night without some kind of chaos, are they?" he muttered to himself, throwing on a loose shirt and sweatpants.

Just as he opened the door to head downstairs, the sound of footsteps reached him, and he froze. "Damn," he whispered. It was too late. The door swung open, revealing Evelyn and Victoria standing there, both with expressions that spelled nothing but trouble. And both wore lingerie…

"Well, well," Evelyn said, her voice sweet and playful. "Look who's trying to hide."

"I'm not hiding," Damian said quickly, backing up slightly as they entered the room. "I was about to come down."

Victoria smirked, closing the door behind her with deliberate slowness. "Oh, we saved you the trouble."

Damian glanced between them, suddenly hyper-aware of the glint in their eyes. "Aren't you guys a bit too... excited?"

Evelyn tilted her head innocently. "Excited? Us? No, Damian, we're just… motivated."

Victoria moved closer, her steps slow and calculated. "We've been thinking," she said, her voice dropping to a near purr. "Why wait when we can make the most of this… alignment?"

Damian raised his hands defensively, stepping back until the edge of the bed hit the back of his knees. "Hold up, hold up," he said quickly. "Can we, I don't know, take it slow? You guys look like you're ready to eat me up or… pounce me."

Evelyn laughed softly, reaching out to trace a finger along his arm. "We're all on the same page, aren't we?"

"Not exactly the same page," he muttered, his voice cracking slightly as Victoria stepped even closer, her hand resting lightly on his chest. "More like… different chapters?"

"Oh, don't be so shy," Victoria teased, leaning in slightly. Her fingers grazed his collarbone, sending a shiver down his spine. "You're not usually this hesitant."

"I'm not hesitant!" Damian protested, though his voice lacked conviction. "I'm just… surprised with this setup."

Evelyn leaned closer on his other side, her voice softer now. "Surprised by what? That we actually want to help you unlock your potential? That we trust you completely?"

"That's not—" Damian started, but Victoria cut him off, her hand pressing lightly against his shoulder.

"Then stop thinking so much," she whispered. "Just let go."

Before Damian could respond, he felt a firm but gentle push, and the next thing he knew, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back hitting the mattress as both women stood over him with matching smirks.

"Okay," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "This feels a little like an ambush."

Evelyn laughed, sitting down beside him and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Ambush? Don't be dramatic. This is teamwork."

Victoria leaned down slightly, her crimson eyes locking onto his. "Besides," she added, her tone almost playful, "you like it when we take charge."

Damian groaned, covering his face with one hand. "You two are going to be the death of me."

"Maybe," Evelyn said with a grin, her fingers lightly trailing along his arm. "But at least you'll die happy."

Victoria chuckled, sitting on his other side. "And stronger," she added. "Don't forget that part."

Damian groaned, leaning his head back against the edge of the bed. "Right, because this is all about getting stronger. Definitely nothing else going on here."

"Of course not," Evelyn said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. She leaned in closer, her hand resting lightly on his chest. "We're purely thinking about your growth as a warlock."

Victoria smirked, her fingers trailing along his jawline. "And your well-being, naturally. We're very thoughtful that way."

"You two are impossible," Damian muttered, though his tone lacked any real edge. Instead, there was a faint smile tugging at his lips, betraying his growing amusement.

Evelyn tilted her head, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. "Impossible? That's harsh. I'd say… determined."