In the living room of a palace in Madripoor, there were four people. Three of them were seriously looking at their cell phones, while the other was playing with a beautiful green-haired baby girl.

"Done," said Carol, finishing creating her Instagram account.

Seeing that Damian and Ana were still creating their accounts, she clicked the magnifying glass at the bottom.

Carol started scrolling through the photos that appeared. As her account was new, her algorithm was not developed, and random things appeared. She began opening various photos that appeared until she curiously searched for Tony Stark, who was Damian's "friend."

Tony Stark was more famous than most celebrities, so Carol was curious to know what the profile of such a person would be like. And, as Carol expected, Tony's account had many ostentatious photos where he appeared with different women and cars.

After looking at several accounts of famous people, she couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. She really doesn't like to show off or exhibit her life.

"Damian, I don't know anything about this. Maybe it's because I grew up in a time when all of this didn't exist, so seeing these people taking pictures and exposing their lives is not something I'm comfortable with," said Carol, looking at Damian.

"I know," Damian said, smiling at her. "I don't expect you to do that kind of thing. You can use your account however you want. I was planning to have someone else manage our accounts to start with. In the future, social networks will become more and more important, and as the leader of a country, I can't avoid using them," Damian said, smiling at Carol.

"You, as my wives, will also be in the public eye. Social networks are one way in which you can manifest yourself."

"We also have to adapt a bit to society. Even if not for ourselves, let's do it for our daughters. We may not care about people's opinions, but our daughters are growing up and will probably want to go to school and college."

"We do it for them," Damian said in closing.

"Hm, good," said Carol, nodding, convinced by Damian's words.

Ana also nodded slightly, satisfied with how everything was going to go.

"You are grandma," said Ophelia mockingly. She was already an expert in social networks, and many times she was too lazy to do a press conference and simply announced it through social networks.

"Since you've had Ivy, you've become really arrogant," said Ana, looking expressionless at Ophelia.

"Now I have status. I gave a son to the king," said Ophelia haughtily.

"You've watched too many series," said Ana, looking at Ophelia with disdain.

"Tell me, is that Olivia one of those girls?" Carol asked quietly with curiosity.

"Well... she was one of the two. Since I was gone so long while living with you, my two girls got together, and my harem rebelled," said Ophelia with a rueful face.

"Pff hahaha," Carol laughed loudly, making the babies look at her curiously.

"Don't laugh," said Ophelia, looking annoyed at Carol.

"And you didn't talk about it?" Ana asked curiously.

"No, our relationship was mostly physical, and although it was clear we liked each other, it wasn't in a romantic way. We were mostly friends with an edge," Ophelia said indifferently.

''So now you're a single mom,'' Carol said.

''Of course not, Damian will take care of me, won't he?'' Ophelia asked, grabbing Damian's arm.

''We'll see about your behavior,'' said Damian, looking Ophelia up and down.

''Fuck you,'' said Ophelia, hitting him.

''Let's go home,'' said Damian.

''I'll let you tell Olivia to take care of our accounts. Tell her I'll send her some pictures when we decide,'' Damian said.

''Yes, let's go back,'' said Ana. Emma is rubbing her eyes.

''Well, here,'' said Ophelia, leaving Ivy in Damian's arms.

''I'll go and have a chat with Olivia. I'll be back later,'' said Ophelia.

''Hey, what if Ivy wants to eat?'' Carol asked.

''Have the family cow give her some,'' said Ophelia mockingly as she looked at Ana and ran out of the room with a laugh.

Carol also laughed lightly, looking at Ana.

''What are you laughing at? You better take Alice and let's go,'' said Ana, looking annoyed at Carol.

''Let's go,'' Damian said with a slight smile before teleporting everyone home.

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When they reached the house, they could hear Sophia's scolding voice.

"Natasha, I understand that mentally you are 22 years old, but your body is much younger. You shouldn't drink alcoholic beverages," Sophia said to Natasha, who had a half-full beer in her hand.

Everyone was a little confused by the situation.

Yet Carol reacted quickly and sided with Natasha.

''Come on, you're overreacting. It's just a beer. Let her enjoy it now while she can,'' said Carol. Natasha would surely be a vampire in the future, and beer would be like water.

''Surely, you were better at drinking when you were young,'' Carol said teasingly.

''That's none of your business,'' Sophia said, avoiding Carol's gaze.

''Mom, Natasha is all grown up...well, just let her do what she wants,'' said Damian, hesitating halfway after looking at Natasha.

''You're not helping,'' Natasha said, looking speechless at Damian.

''I had a bad day today. I had to kill someone,'' said Natasha, sighing as she leaned back and took another swig of her beer.

Damian approached Sophia before passing her to Ivy, who greeted her with a smile and totally forgot all about it.

''It's okay, honey. If someone is prepared to kill, they should be prepared to be killed,'' said Damian, sitting down next to Natasha as he hugged her.

''I know. I'm not really sad. It's just that it's been a while since I've had to come to that. With my new strength and the suit, it's so easy to knock everyone out,'' said Natasha.

''I had to do it today to keep Clint from getting hurt,'' Natasha said.

''Honey, I'm not going to tell you how to do things, but it's not always the right thing to leave people alive who do terrible things. Even if you send them to jail, they will affect people who may have repented or been there by mistake,'' Damian said.

''I know. It's just that after being with you, I wanted to turn the page on that kind of life. So I was kind of reluctant to kill someone,'' said Natasha, shaking her head.

"Let's go take a bath," said Natasha, finishing her beer and taking Damian's hand, pulling him into the room.

"What a pervert," Carol said mockingly.

"Say that without having a breast in the open air," Natasha said mockingly as she walked away.

Damian chuckled lightly before following Natasha into the bathroom.

Ana, who was breastfeeding Emma next to Carol, couldn't help but let out a slight giggle as she watched their interaction.

"I remember when Natasha had just arrived, she still had that glum look on her face," said Ana.

"By the way, that makes four of us," Carol said with a nod.

"Are you including Ophelia?" Ana asked.

"Sure, she even already had a daughter with Damian," said Carol, looking at Ana as if it was obvious.

"It's up to them. Besides, wouldn't that make Maria also be included?" asked Ana mockingly.

Carol just looked at Ana wordlessly before ignoring her.

"Ana, honey, Ivy is hungry," said Sophia, carrying the baby in her arms as she cried.

Ana couldn't help but sigh before gently laying Emma down in the crib; she had eaten enough and had fallen asleep.

"Give her to me," said Ana, extending her arms.

Ana looked at Ivy in her arms with an almost imperceptible smile. The baby looked with bewilderment; Her food dispenser seems larger than usual.

"Come on, honey, eat some," said Ana, gently guiding her nipple into Ivy's mouth.

Ivy started sucking, although she was confused. Milk is milk.

While Ana was nursing Ivy, they heard Ophelia's voice.

"Ivy, honey, it's time to eat," Ophelia said cheerfully as she approached the living room.

Upon arrival, Ophelia couldn't help but stop and look at Ana nursing a little green head.

Her expression could not help but turn from confusion to horror.

"Why are you feeding my daughter?" asked Ophelia, annoyed.

"She was hungry, plus she seems to like it more," said Ana mockingly.

"Give her to me; your milk surely has a lot of grease in it," said Ophelia as she approached Ana.

"She's falling asleep; you're going to wake her up," said Ana with no intention of giving Ivy up.

Ophelia could only watch in annoyance as Ana nursed her daughter.

"Just wait, I'll nurse Damian and see how you feel," said Ophelia, annoyed.

"Pff hahaha," Carol couldn't help but let out a laugh when she heard Ophelia.

"Pervert," said Ana, looking disdainfully at Ophelia.

"What do you mean, pervert? Didn't you do it?" asked Carol, confused. It was one of the first things she did with Damian when her milk started coming out.

Ana looked at Carol speechless. Just by her expression, she knew that she had already breastfed Damian.

"Since you haven't, I'll be the second to do it," said Ophelia mockingly before running off in search of Damian.

Ana couldn't help but feel the need to turn her into an ice sculpture.

"Hey, you really haven't?" Carol asked hesitantly.

Ana looked at Carol neutrally.

"Of course, I have. Just look at our breasts and think which one Damian would choose," said Ana teasingly.

"You didn't have to be so aggressive either," said Carol, looking speechless at Ana.

"Do you want to play for a while?" Carol asked.

"Let's go," said Ana, nodding.

They left the three babies sleeping in the crib while they turned on the console and played for a while.

They were in no hurry to look for Damian as he was probably having fun with Natasha.

...

Ophelia, for her part, was looking for Damian.

After searching several places, only the main room remained. So, remembering her moments as an assassin, she crept into the room.

The room was empty, but she heard noises coming from the bathroom. She walked over to the door and slowly crept it open.

Ophelia could see Damian and Natasha doing all kinds of adult things.

Despite feeling a sense of familiarity with the situation, she couldn't curse that day again, even though it had been more than a year. She couldn't even remember how she felt.

Ophelia watched Damian and Natasha excitedly. Her legs couldn't help but slowly rub together at the sight of them.

She couldn't take it anymore, so she started to slowly approach Damian. She was almost sure that he had already felt her watching and was just testing to see if she could join in.

Unfortunately for Ophelia, just as she was about to enter the bathroom, she suddenly appeared outside the room.

Annoyed, she couldn't help but kick the door a couple of times.

Ophelia went downstairs before entering the kitchen. She wanted to see if there was any of Ana's stash left.

In the kitchen, Sophia was drinking a cup of blood while looking at a magazine.

''Did you go to look for Damian?'' Sophia asked with a slight smile.

''Yes, he wouldn't let me join,'' said Ophelia, pouting.

''Do you really want that?'' asked Sophia.

''I don't know, I just think it would be fun to spend some quality time with Damian,'' said Ophelia, opening the fridge and starting to look.

''That's precisely why Damian doesn't mess with you,'' said Sophia, sighing as she shook her head.

''It's just that I'm afraid to have a serious relationship. You all are important to me, and I don't want our relationship to change,'' said Ophelia, mumbling annoyed.

Ophelia had only ever had physical relationships in her life, never a romantic relationship. That was a new area for her.

''Aha, here it is,'' said Ophelia, taking out a cup of blood that was inside a container.

Ophelia sat across from Sophia and began taking small sips with an intoxicated expression.

''Do you know that Damian made a deal with Carol that he would only have five wives?'' Sophia asked, looking at Ophelia.

''Yes, I had heard about it,'' said Ophelia, nodding.

''Well, I'll just say that the spaces are filling up, so you have to make a decision,'' Sophia said, getting up and walking out.

''That's easy for you to say,'' Ophelia murmured, taking soft sips from the cup.