My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 316

Chapter 316: Unforgettable Night
Asher and Lucy walked in.

He wore a white tuxedo paired with black pants, accented by golden buttons, golden wrist cuffs, and gold-hemmed edges.

Though he was not wearing any accessories, his face alone was enough to make every woman steal a second glance—only to then glance at their own partners and realize how much they were lacking.

This irritated some of the men. They narrowed their eyes, trying to find at least one flaw—bad posture, an awkward stride, maybe even a slightly uneven eyebrow.

Nothing.

He was flawless. Their frustration only grew, some even straightening their own backs or subtly adjusting their collars, as if that would somehow level the playing field.

Their attention turned to his bride.

She wore an elegant black and red dress that flowed along the floor, its length resembling those typically worn at weddings.

Unlike the usual designs, however, hers was adorned with countless tiny red gems, each sparkling individually under the light.

Atop her head sat a crown-like tiara with a delicate rose pattern—a ceremonial heirloom passed down through generations in her family.

She smiled, and it was clear to everyone just how happy she was. There was no need for words—her expression said it all.

As for Asher, his face remained stoic, unreadable as ever. But those who knew him well could tell… he was happy too, in his own way.

As the two marched toward the center of the hall, the red carpet beneath their feet began to glow, reacting.

Tiny sparks of light rose into the air, shimmering like enchanted dust, adding a touch of magic to the moment.

Along the way, the mermaids started humming, their voices blending into a soft, mesmerizing melody that made the entire scene more intimate.

More and more golden and red orbs floated into the air, drifting and swirling as if they were dancing to the melody.

Their soft glow reflected in the eyes of the guests until the two couple reached the center, where the mermaids were waiting.

CLICK!

The whole pool started to descend—sinking smoothly into the floor.

Water cascaded down in controlled streams, vanishing without a trace, until nothing remained.

In its place, a round platform emerged.

Both stood there, hand in hand.

If he was being honest, having so many eyes on him was a bit embarrassing.

But he refused to let it show. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel bad on such an important day.

So, he kept his expression steady.

Another hum echoed through the hall as a floating crystal ball, just large enough to fit in one hand, appeared between them.

This was no ordinary ornament—it was a ceremonial item in the demon world.

Every demon in the room understood its significance. Unlike human marriages, which could be broken, this ritual bound two souls together in a way that not even death could easily sever.

Asher looked at the floating crystal and immediately recognized the pattern etched into its surface.

It was similar to a slave and master contract—but far more lenient.

Unlike those restrictive pacts, this one didn’t enforce control. Instead, it symbolized a mutual bond.

Asher reached out first, placing his hand on its smooth surface. A deep, gold energy flowed from his palm, seeping into the crystal like ink spreading through water.

Lucy followed, pressing her hand against the other side of the orb. Her own blood energy—merged with Asher’s, intertwining inside the crystal like two flames dancing together.

Both of their hearts pounded loudly as the vow took effect.

They could feel each other’s presence far more intensely than before. Not just in a vague, distant sense, but as if a part of the other now lived within them.

As their energies settled, the red and gold light seeped out of the crystal and wrapped around their wrists.

A moment later, a unique mark began to etch itself onto their skin—a red and gold tattoo, predesigned for this very ceremony.

It depicted a dragon devouring the sun, the symbol of Aurelius—the one Asher had created back in Eryx.

When Lucy saw the mark on her wrist, her eyes widened.

Her fingers trembled as she traced the intricate design—the dragon, the sun, the symbol of their union.

Tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks before she could stop them. But they weren’t tears of sadness.

She was happy. Very happy.

Everyone watched her reaction in silence. Then, a single clap broke it.

Another followed. Then another.

Soon, the entire hall erupted into applause. Nobles, royals, demons—everyone rose from their seats, clapping, cheering, celebrating the moment.

Some guests smiled warmly, genuinely happy for the couple.

Others forced their enthusiasm, knowing they had no choice but to acknowledge this union.

But none of that mattered.

At this moment, it was just Asher and Lucy.

She turned to him, her red eyes shimmering with emotion.

“Asher…” Her voice trembled, unable to fully capture what she felt.

But he heard it clearly.

He reached out, his thumb gently wiping away the tears on her cheek.

She looked him in the eye and smiled. “You’re officially mine now. You can’t escape me, even if you change your mind.”

Asher smirked, his grip on her hand tightening just slightly. “I wasn’t planning on running.”

Lucy chuckled, her tears finally stopping. “Good. Because even if you tried, I’d drag you back myself.”

Asher shook his head. “Did you just scam me? Aren’t you being a little too daring now that we’re married?”

“You just realized it?” she giggled, acting playful. “In the end, it seems you’ll still have to serve me despite all that power.”

Asher grinned. “Well, getting you to be my wife is more than enough payment.”

Lucy playfully huffed, crossing her arms. “Hmph, at least you know how lucky you are to marry me.”

With that, the two finally took their seats at their table, joining the other Morningstars.

The atmosphere remained lively as more songs filled the air.

Various demons took the stage, showcasing their talents and proving just how much their unique bodies could contribute to the world of art.

Some performed mesmerizing dances. Others played instruments crafted from enchanted materials, producing melodies that resonated deep within the soul.

A few even demonstrated illusionary performances, creating breathtaking scenes with magic alone.

“Overlord Asher, I think you should mingle with the other guests,” Lucian said, making sure to address his son-in-law with respect.

Asher didn’t mind being called by his name, but he let it slide and went with the flow.

He and Lucian stood up and began moving through the crowd.

As expected, people flocked toward him with praises, each one eager to declare their loyalty.

“Overlord Asher, your presence is truly unmatched!” one demon declared.

“It is an honor to serve under your rule!” another added.

“The demon world will enter an era of prosperity with a leader like you. I hope you remember my family name.”

Lucian watched him closely, worried that he might struggle to socialize on the spot.

However, before he could step in, Asher effortlessly engaged with each guest, speaking with the confidence and charisma of a true king.

“I appreciate your support. If we all do our part, this place will be better for everyone.”

Lucian, watching from the side, realized that his son in law was more than capable of leading.

But was that really the case?

The truth was, Asher had spent some time in Eryx, where he was forced to attend such gatherings, and learned how to blend in.

As more people came to greet him, he noticed a woman walking toward him.

“Congratulations, Overlord Asher,” she said, bowing slightly while lifting the edges of her gown.

He narrowed his eyes, trying to recall where he had seen her face.

She looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite remember where they had met.

The woman stared back at him, her eyes lingering a little too long.

Her companion tensed, breaking into a cold sweat, worried she might push her luck.

Now they were starting to regret bringing along someone as impulsive and unpredictable as her.

“Have we met before?” he asked.

It was such an unexpected and cliche pickup line that everyone froze for a split second.

They immediately jumped to conclusions.

Just minutes after his wedding, and here he was, already giving off the vibe of a playboy who couldn’t even keep it together for a full hour.

They thought he had fallen for her beauty and well-endowed chest.

Who wouldn’t?

He could probably fit his whole head between those milkers.

But that was far from the truth. He was genuinely curious about who she was.

The woman smiled and leaned in, her lips just inches from his ear. “My identity is a secret. Can I whisper it to you?”

“Sure,”.

MUAH!

Her soft lips landed on his, and as he pulled away, she nipped his lip, leaving him momentarily intoxicated.

CRACK!

A wine glass shattered, and Lucy’s face paled after witnessing the scene.