Jemil resisted the Demon Princess Lilith's forbidden charm and emerged victorious from her illusion trap. But she's not done with him. And now... she's invited him to her domain. 📩 [System Notification] You have received an invitation to: "The Crimson Mirror Ball" Host: Lilith Nox – Abyssal Princess Location: Shadow Castle, Demon Realm Attire: Formal. And slightly terrified. Warning: Accepting this invitation may permanently warp your fate. Jemil stared at the glowing sigil hovering over his dorm bed. "Let me guess," he muttered. "This is not on the Academy schedule." "Definitely not," said Naia from the window, arms crossed. "It's demon-tier flirtation magic." "Also, her invitation is enchanted with lust, fear, and... is that perfume?" "She scented the scroll," Saphira added, disgusted. "And it smells like trouble," growled Lyra. "I like it," Yura whispered. "She's bold. And crazy. Like me." They were all here again. The wives. All five. Pacing in his room, each looking like they were planning either: Flare spoke first. "You are not going alone." "Agreed," said Saphira. "We attend with you. All of us. As official consorts." "There's a clause in demon realm etiquette," Yura chimed in. "If a man's already bonded, other suitors can't seduce him publicly — unless they outshine all wives in one event." Jemil blinked. "...Wait. So she's trying to compete against all of you at a ball?" "She's challenging your entire harem," Naia confirmed. Lyra cracked her knuckles. "I hope they serve snacks. I'm going to need energy to win you again." 🌌 That Night — The Demon Realm The six of them stood in front of a castle made of black crystal, floating in a crimson sky. A blood-moon lit the horizon. Screams echoed faintly in the background — like someone was losing a mildly unpleasant game of chess. "Charming," Flare muttered. Inside, demons in tuxedos served drinks made of starlight and molten gold. The ballroom floor floated on illusion, reflecting visions of everyone's secret desires. Music played — slow, dark, and seductive. And at the far end... Stood Lilith, wearing a black-and-purple gown that shimmered like liquid night, her horns polished, her tail lazily swinging like a cat's. 👠 Lilith's Grand Entrance "You came," she said, smiling. "You brought all your wives," she added, tilting her head. "How generous. Or insecure?" "He's loved," Flare snapped. "He's protected," Saphira added. "He's mine," Lyra growled. "He's ours," Naia corrected gently. "He's fun," Yura giggled. Lilith gave a dramatic sigh. "Very well," she said. "Then let's make it interesting." 🎲 The Game of Hearts "One dance. With each of you. That's all I ask," Lilith said sweetly. "If I fail to make him question his loyalty... I'll leave. Forever." "If I succeed... I join the harem." The wives whispered. Argued. Cursed. (Mostly Flare.) The source of thɪs content is NoveIＦire.net Jemil just stared at Lilith. "You're serious?" "Deadly," she said, her violet eyes sparkling. 💃 Round One: The Dances Begin Lilith led. Flare resisted. They spun in circles of fire — literal fire — while making passive-aggressive compliments. Yura tried to charm Lilith back, confusing the demon. For 30 seconds, no one knew who was seducing who. Their dance happened over water magic — serene but tense. Lilith slipped once. Naia smiled without mercy. They didn't dance. They circled like wolves. Literally growling. Security stepped in. Twice. It was mental warfare disguised as a tango. The air crackled with raw psychic dominance. Finally... Jemil's turn. Lilith extended her hand. He took it. The floor cracked. The castle dimmed. Even the demons watched. Lilith danced slow, close, and whispering in his ear. "They're strong," she said. "But I can make you immortal." "You could command the Abyss. Rule it. Rewrite the laws of summoning." Jemil's pulse slowed. Her magic was real. Her voice... tempting. Then he looked at his wives. Crazy, powerful, jealous, protective, absolutely ridiculous — and his. "I already have a kingdom," he said. "It's called being loved by monsters who'd kill for me." "I don't need a demon throne. I need them." Lilith stopped. Her smile faded. Then she did something no one expected. "...Then let me serve your throne, not replace it," she said. 💍 [System Notification] Demon Princess Lilith has formally requested Bond Status: Consort Rank Status: Pending Approval Traits: Seduction Magic (S+), Abyssal Flame, Loyalty Triggered by Rejection Potential Drama: Extremely High "Because you're hot and powerful," Yura whispered. 🗨️ Comment below: Should Jemil accept Lilith as Consort #6? Or is five wives enough insanity? 🌟 Vote with Power Stones 📅 : "The Harem War Council: Jemil's Accidental Engagements"