My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Exceptional Son-in-Law Part 3
The others noticed his silence, and even Lucian picked up on it.

Asher’s loyalty to his daughter? Yeah, not exactly believable.

But hey, what did she expect?

A man with his power didn’t just get magical fortresses —it also came with perks.

Like women. Lots of them. It was practically a no-brainer: the more power he had, the more rizz he unlocked.

“Let’s talk in three hours. We all need some rest,” Asher suggested, smoothly switching gears.

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed Lucy’s hand and led her away, heading in the opposite direction.

The others could only offer wry smiles—they all had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen.

“So, what now?” Lariel asked, still pouting.

She couldn’t believe how selfish her big sister was, hogging him all to herself.

It wasn’t like he would get tired from sleeping with a dozen women anyway.

And did Lucy not know the famous quote? The more, the merrier. She was pretty sure he would enjoy having more women vying to please him at once—who wouldn’t want that?

“Sister Lucy is too stingy,” she added with a pout, crossing her arms like a child denied a toy.

“Lariel, that’s enough,” Theresa’s voice sliced through the room.

“But she—”

“Stop acting like a child. He saved our family, and now you’re just being a nuisance. Have some decency.”

Lariel’s pout deepened, her cheeks flushing. She shifted her weight from foot to foot.

“But, Mother—”

“No.” Theresa’s tone rose further, “We owe him our lives, and this is how you show gratitude?”

“I…” Lariel dropped her gaze, biting the inside of her cheek.

Her other sisters could only shake their heads. She was being way too obvious about it.

Sure, they all wanted to be Asher’s concubine after seeing how handsome he was—but they were smart enough to play it cool.

A clever hunter doesn’t bare its fangs unless it’s a guaranteed kill.

In their minds, strategies were already forming—ways to catch his attention. When it came to looks, Lucy wasn’t that far ahead.

Sure, she had the advantage of knowing him first, but they could easily level the playing field by showing their best side.

After all, appearances were just part of the game. Charm and timing? That’s where the real battle was won.

‘This girls…’ Lucian rubbed his temples, already piecing together what was running through his daughter’s mind.

He glanced at his wife, and she also sighed, mirroring his exasperation.

This was getting more complicated—especially since all of their daughters here were single.

The ones who had married were already living in the demon world with their husbands.

“Enough for today. Go pick your rooms and rest. We’ll talk later. “he instructed.

Without waiting for a response, he turned away. His head already aching from overthinking, and this was only the beginning.

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Asher led Lucy down the hallway, his grip gentle.

Their footsteps echoed softly against the polished marble floors as the castle’s magic adjusted to their presence—elegant lanterns along the walls lit up, casting gentle shadows that danced at their heels.

They followed the corridor’s curve until they reached a set of double doors. The master bedroom opened without a sound, releasing a faint, woody scent from the furniture.

It wasn’t just the faint smell of wood—it was richer, like cedar or sandalwood, the kind of scent that clung to the walls.

Lucy ran a hand along the polished surface of a nearby table. “Isn’t this a little too flashy?”

“Too flashy? This is subtle by Eryx standards.” Asher’s voice carried a trace of amusement as he shook his head.

“You should’ve seen Julius’s personal tower—pure dark gold ceilings and floor tiles. This is minimalist in comparison.”

Her brow furrowed a little. “Is that the world you went to before coming here?”

Asher paused for a moment and nodded. He saw no reason to hide that fact.

“Were you there for a long time?”

“Not that long. I tried my best to come back here for you.”

Her expression dimmed, eyes glistening as the memory of those lonely days resurfaced.

“I… I didn’t think you’d come back. I thought I lost you—”

“That chandelier’s ridiculous, isn’t it?” he interrupted with forced lightness. “Way too big ”

Lucy followed his gaze, a small smile tugging at her lips.

She knew he was trying to pull her away from the sadness, so she blinked back the tears and looked up.

The ceiling stretched high above them, its patterns curling like smoke, half-lost in shadow.

Light from the chandelier spilled across the room—warm, fractured glimmers that danced along the walls.

“Are we really supposed to sleep here? It’s so bright… we can see each other too clearly,” she teased, forcing a smile. It would take time, but she wanted to be the woman he fell in love with again.

“Don’t worry.” he snapped his fingers. The lights dimmed, softening into a deep, red glow.

Her lips curved into a small, playful smile. “It’s better… You really know your stuff now.”

Asher wasn’t sure why, but something about her word made him a bit guilty.

Without overthinking it, he grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers with hers as they moved deeper into the room.

The bed stood at the center, massive enough to fit multiple people. It wasn’t just a king-size—it was at least twenty inches wider and ten inches taller, towering like a small island in the room.

A tufted headboard stretched high behind it, pillows piled like clouds, silk blankets tangled in soft folds.

Lucy walked over and pressed a hand into the mattress. It gave easily, the kind of plush comfort that invited exhaustion to melt away.

“Come here.” She patted the edge of the bed.

Asher sat beside her, the mattress groaning beneath his weight. Lucy leaned into him, her head hitting his shoulder with a soft thump.

“I love you..,” she mumbled, eyes already half-closed.

She was tired—really tired—and now that they were alone, the exhaustion hit all at once.