The More I Invest in My Wives, the Stronger I Become

Chapter 35: Warmth in the Cold

Snow fell heavily outside the tent.

The wind howled like a living thing, rattling the thick fabric and slipping cold air through every small gap.

Inside, the temperature was low enough that every breath turned white.

Daemon lay in the middle of the two women, trying to sleep. It was impossible.

Sana turned toward him. Even in the dim light he could see the hungry look in her eyes.

She didn’t speak at first. Instead she shifted her body and climbed on top of him, settling her weight directly over his stomach and hips.

Her long white hair brushed against his chest.

Daemon’s heart slammed against his ribs.

"Sana... what are you doing?" he whispered.

She pressed a finger to his lips.

"Don’t make noise. Roxanna will wake up.

" Her voice was low and teasing. "It’s freezing. You can make fire with your hands, right? So keep me warm."

Daemon frowned. "If this is only about warmth, why are you on top of me?"

Sana’s answer was simple. She sat up, grabbed the hem of her clothes, and pulled everything off in one smooth motion.

In seconds she was completely naked, still straddling him.

The cold air touched her skin, but she didn’t seem to care.

Daemon’s eyes widened. He couldn’t stop himself from looking. Her breasts were firm, her stomach tight with faint muscle, her waist narrow, and her hips wide and seductive.

Her long legs framed his body. The sight alone made blood rush downward.

Sana felt it. The hard length pressing against her through his pants. A slow, wicked smile curved her lips.

"Looks like someone woke up," she whispered, rolling her hips just enough to tease him.

Daemon clenched his jaw and forced his voice to stay steady.

"I can make fire with my hands and warm you. Put your clothes back on."

Sana shook her head. "We don’t have spare clothes. What if they catch fire? It’s better if we stay like this and use body heat."

Her reason sounded logical, but the fact that she wasn’t even wearing panties made it very hard for him to accept.

He was already fighting a war inside his own body.

Then another voice cut through the tent.

"Daemon. Sana. What exactly are you two doing?"

Roxanna had woken up. Her eyes landed on the completely naked Sana sitting on top of Daemon.

For a second she just stared.

Daemon quickly said, "Don’t misunderstand.

We’re only trying to stay warm. This cold will kill us if we’re not careful."

Sana smiled sweetly. "He’s telling the truth."

Then her smile turned mischievous. "Actually, I have a better idea. Roxy, you should take your clothes off too."

Roxanna’s face turned bright red. "Sana! What are you saying? I can’t!"

Daemon tried to intervene, but Sana was faster.

"If you don’t," she said in a low voice, "I’ll tell Daemon what you were doing with your hand while he was fighting in the dungeon earlier."

Roxanna’s eyes went wide. In a flash she lunged forward and covered Sana’s mouth with both hands, her face burning even hotter.

"...Fine," she muttered in defeat.

With shaky hands, Roxanna removed her clothes as well.

She tried to cover her heavy breasts with her arms, but there was only so much she could hide.

Daemon’s gaze dropped for a moment before he forced himself to look away. Sweat formed on his forehead despite the freezing temperature.

Sana let out a soft whistle. "Now only you are left, Daemon.

Come on. Take it off and start the fire. Let’s sleep cozy tonight."

Daemon stared at her for a long second. Then he decided he wasn’t going to let her keep controlling the situation.

He removed his remaining clothes, sat up, and summoned controlled Inferno flames in both palms.

Soft, steady heat filled the tent without burning anything.

The three of them lay down together. Sana pressed herself against his chest.

Roxanna curled against his side, her soft breasts pushing against his arm every time she breathed.

The warmth of their bare skin, the cold storm outside, and the quiet crackle of his flames created a strange, dangerous comfort.

Daemon closed his eyes and muttered under his breath.

"Whatever comes my way... whatever battle is raging inside me... i always have a choice. My choice is sleep.

Somehow, he actually managed to fall asleep.

Morning light filtered through the canvas of the tent, revealing a world transformed. Outside, the ferocious snowstorm had finally ceased, leaving behind a blinding, crystalline silence.

Inside, Sana and Roxy began to stir, stretching their limbs against the lingering chill.

As the fog of sleep cleared, Roxy suddenly bolted upright.

A gasp escaped her as she realized she was completely nude.

Scrambling for her clothes, she pulled them over her shivering frame, casting a glare at Sana.

"Sana, you are the absolute worst!" Roxy muttered, her voice trembling.

"I can’t believe you actually threatened me last night.

" Sana leaned back, a lazy smirk playing on her lips.

"What? I thought you slept like a baby." "That is not what I’m talking about!" Roxy protested.

But her voice trailed off. Her gaze shifted, landing on Daemon, who lay beside them.

With the sun now fully risen, the light flooded the tent, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Roxy froze, her eyes widening as she stared at Daemon’s exposed manhood.

She instinctively covered her mouth with her hand. "Why... why is it so big?" she whispered, breathless.

Sana leaned over to see what had captured Roxy’s attention.

She let out a small, amused hum and smiled.

"What, have you never seen a penis before?"

Roxy flushed a deep crimson, covering her eyes but leaving a small gap between her fingers to keep peeking.

Sana mentioned "It’s... it isn’t average. But it’s not the biggest I’ve seen," she murmured.

Beside them, Daemon shifted.

He had been awake for several minutes, listening to every word.

He felt a metaphorical dagger to the heart at Sana’s dismissive comment.

He clenched his jaw, his ego bruised.

"How do you even know?" Roxy asked, glancing at Sana.

Sana shrugged nonchalantly. "I watch videos sometimes. I’ve seen much larger ones.

" She made a face of mock disgust. "Eww." Daemon’s patience snapped.

He was losing control, the urge to provoke Sana and show her exactly what he was capable of surging through him.

He began to stir, intending to silence her in the most intimate way possible, but a sudden confession from Roxy stopped him cold.

"Actually..." Roxy whispered, covering her face again, her voice barely audible.

"This is the first time I’ve ever seen one in real life." The tent went silent. Sana froze, and Daemon remained perfectly still, though his heart hammered against his ribs.

He continued to pretend to be asleep, but his mind was racing. "Roxy, what are you talking about?" Sana asked, her voice laced with confusion.

"You’re married, aren’t you? You’re in your thirties, and you mentioned... you mentioned a miscarriage.

Roxy let out a shaky breath, her shoulders sagging.

"Yes. I had a miscarriage once. But I have never... I’ve never had intercourse.

Not with my husband, not with anyone.

" She paused, a flicker of pain crossing her features.

"My husband is impotent."

Sana and Daemon shared a look of absolute shock.

The air in the tent suddenly felt heavy, charged with a new, Silence filled the tent.

Daemon’s eyes were still closed, but his mind had gone blank.

Sana stared at Roxanna with her mouth half open, for once unable to say anything.