Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 399: Another Day, Another Trouble *

Warlock Ch 399. Another Day, Another Trouble *

Another day, another trouble.

That was the first thing Damian muttered as he slowly opened his eyes to the soft morning light filtering through the black-out warded curtains. The bedroom smelled like lavender, candle wax, and the lingering sharpness of blood and sex.

His body ached in that lazy, satisfied way, muscles sore in all the right places. The sheets clung to his skin, warm and sticky, a mess of sweat, and tangled limbs.

Victoria's leg was still draped over his thigh, her bare skin cool to the touch. Her lips brushed against the side of his neck, warm breath ghosting along a fresh bite mark that was still faintly tingling with vampire magic.

Evelyn, meanwhile, was lying partially across his chest, her tongue slowly lapping at a thin trail of cum that had dripped across his abdomen. Her soft white hair spread like a halo against his ribs, and her eyes were glazed with that dreamy post-hexing bliss.

Damian groaned. "Seriously? I just woke up."

Victoria chuckled against his neck, then slowly dragged her tongue across the puncture wound. "Don't blame us. You're the one who sleeps like a feast on legs."

Evelyn lifted her head and gave him a lazy smirk. "And the way you twitched when I touched you in your sleep? That was practically an invitation."

"I was dreaming about a forest chase," Damian muttered, running a hand down his face. "Turns out it was just you two chasing me into a goddamn threesome ambush."

Victoria stretched like a cat, long fingers brushing over Damian's chest. Her nails left faint tingles wherever they touched, magical residue still buzzing from last night's chaos. "Not our fault you're addictive," she purred. "Besides, we were gentle."

Evelyn snorted. "I was gentle. You went full vampire dominatrix halfway through."

"Which you enjoyed," Victoria fired back.

"Did not."

Damian raised a brow. "You bit my shoulder while moaning."

Evelyn narrowed her eyes, clearly debating whether to throw a pillow or just own it. She settled for licking the last trace of cum from her lip and flicking her tongue at him with a wink. "Well, you tasted good."

"I always do," Damian said flatly.

Victoria chuckled and leaned down to kiss the bite mark again, this time without magic. Just a soft, possessive press of lips. "Mm. Still warm. You'll be fine."

"I know I'll be fine. It's not the damage I'm worried about—it's the timing." He pulled the sheet up slightly, trying to ignore how much of a mess they'd made. "You do realize we're supposed to sneak into a sealed vault today, right?"

"Later," Evelyn murmured, curling against his chest. "Let us have our moment."

"It was a good moment," Damian admitted, exhaling.

They lay like that for a while, just breathing. The room was quiet. No alarms, no sudden threats, no mana pings.

Just warmth.

The scent of sweat, sex, and blood lingered thick in the air. The taste of iron still coated the back of Damian's tongue, faint from where Victoria had sunk her fangs in. And Evelyn's magic, sticky-sweet like cinnamon and honey, still buzzed faintly beneath his skin.

For a brief, rare second, everything felt calm.

Then it changed.

It was subtle at first—a ripple, like someone flicking a stone into a still pond. Then the room shifted, the air pressing in just slightly too tight. The mana around them trembled. It wasn't visible, but it was felt. A cold pinch between the shoulder blades. The hairs on his arms rose.

Evelyn immediately sat up, eyes sharp now. "You feel that?"

"Yeah." Damian was already out of bed, grabbing the nearest pair of pants from the floor and yanking them on without much care for the state of his shirtless torso. He pulled the curtain slightly aside, just enough to peek beyond the veil wards.

"Mana flow just flared," Victoria murmured, now fully upright and reaching for the dark robe draped over the chair. She didn't bother tying it. "External. Strong. Not hostile… but probing."

Evelyn touched the floor barefoot and muttered a quick Trace. A faint pulse of light spread across the room's barrier enchantment.

"Someone's here," she confirmed. "Just entered the perimeter."

Damian's breath caught for half a second. "It's her."

"Lysandra?" Victoria asked, voice colder now.

"Yeah," Damian said. "That dragon general just paid me a visit."

Evelyn exhaled and ran a hand through her hair. "Guess the morning after comes with flaming side quests now."

"Perfect," Victoria muttered, already lacing her boots. "Do you want us there, or do you want to handle it?"

Damian didn't answer immediately.

He looked out the window, down toward the gate where the mana signature was clearest—steady, heavy, unmistakably her. That calm, relentless pressure like an apex predator politely knocking on the door.

He cracked his neck once, eyes narrowing. "I'll talk to her."

Evelyn moved in close, rising on her toes to press a kiss against his jaw—soft, grounding. "Just talk. No jumping off cliffs this time."

Damian gave her a dry smile. "I'll behave."

Victoria raised a brow, arms crossed over her robe. "You said that last time."

"Yeah," he muttered, glancing toward the window, "and then she froze the river and chased me off a cliff. Forgive me if I don't send her a thank-you note."

"You were also shirtless when she found you last time," Victoria added, walking over to pluck at his barely-draped cloak. "Just saying."

Damian looked down at himself. Bite marks on his neck. A healing scratch along his ribs. Hair tousled like he just escaped a witch's summoning circle—which wasn't exactly wrong. "Yeah… I look great."

"You look like sex and regret," Evelyn said, smirking. "It's a strong aura."

"Maybe she'll finally be scared of me," Damian deadpanned, pulling the cloak tighter over his chest.

Victoria chuckled. "Or more curious."

He rolled his eyes, exhaled one last time, and turned toward the hallway. "Let's get this over with. If I die, burn something important in my honor."

"Deal," they both said in unison.

Still, he grinned. Because somehow, that felt right.

"Alright," he muttered, stepping into the hall. "Let's see what the dragon wants today."

And behind him, the soft footsteps of the vampire and the witch padded quietly after. Just in case.