NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1815: It’s Just Breakfast
Villain Ch 1815. It's Just Breakfast
The next morning, Allen's eyes flickered open.
The numbers on Azura's digital clock glowed in the dimness of her bedroom: 06:31 AM. Too early for normal people. Just the right time for someone like him—restless, alert, unable to sink into the kind of peaceful sleep others took for granted.
His gaze drifted up to the ceiling. Not his. Different plaster, different patterns. The faint hum of her apartment AC, the sound of city traffic muffled through thick curtains.
Right.
Azura's place.
He turned his head, and his chest tightened despite himself.
Azura was there. Still asleep, curled slightly toward him, her breathing steady, strands of her silver hair splayed across the pillow. Normally, she had this edge about her. Cool, guarded. A cold gamer-girl vibe that dared anyone to underestimate her. But now?
Now she looked soft. Sweet. Her lips slightly parted, her expression peaceful, like the world outside her room didn't exist.
Allen exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face.
'…I forgot to tell them I stayed over.'
He sat up carefully, the sheet slipping down, revealing his bare chest. His pants were still on from last night—he hadn't bothered with anything else after the bath. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, thumb tapping quickly.
Allen: I'm still in Azura's apartment. I'll come back soon. Like in a couple of hours.
He hit send, knowing Kai had probably guessed already.
His phone buzzed again, but not from Kai.
An email.
From Kafra.
Allen's eyes narrowed as he opened it, scanning the lines quickly.
Subject: Next Event Briefing
"Players across the server have begun discovering mysterious relics: glowing crystals, corrupted weapons, demonic seals, and even fragments of the Devil Emperor's throne. They weren't supposed to. These are artifacts that belong to the Emperor, to his legacy, to the infernal system tied to his throne—and taking them means breaking his contract. So now, he's coming to collect. And he's not coming alone."
Allen smirked, his fingers tightening around the phone.
So that was the next event, huh?
He read more about the rules.
Relics dropping randomly through monsters, mini-bosses, even bosses. The players would grab them, brag, hoard them… until the countdown hit.
An hour after the last relic dropped?
The Devil Emperor and his harem would hunt them.
Offline? The relics vanished.
Online? They'd have to defend or run.
'That's wicked.'
Allen grinned, shaking his head. "Oh, this is interesting."
His voice was low, but it stirred the girl beside him.
Azura shifted, her lashes fluttering before her eyes blinked open. She groaned softly, stretching under the sheets before turning toward him.
"…Good morning."
Allen's grin softened without him meaning it to. He locked his phone, set it down, and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Morning."
Her eyes softened, still hazy with sleep, but the corners of her mouth curled. "You're still here."
"Where else would I be?" His smirk returned, cool and teasing.
She rolled her eyes faintly, but the blush creeping across her cheeks betrayed her.
Allen let himself watch her for a moment longer before speaking. "You were out cold. I thought about leaving, but…" He shrugged. "Didn't want to ruin the view."
Azura groaned into the pillow. "You're such an ass."
"And yet you let me stay."
She kicked his leg under the blanket. Lightly. Not really angry. "Shut up."
Allen chuckled, leaning down to capture her lips this time, slow and deliberate. She hummed softly against his mouth, her hand curling into his chest like she didn't want him to stop.
When he pulled back, she whispered, "You kiss me like you own me."
"I do," Allen replied smoothly.
Her blush deepened, and she shoved at his shoulder half-heartedly. "Cocky."
"Confident," he corrected, his smirk widening.
Silence fell for a beat, filled only by the hum of the AC and the faint noise of cars outside. Then Azura spoke again, voice softer. "How about breakfast?"
Allen tilted his head. "You cooking?"
"Obviously," she deadpanned, sitting up slowly. The sheet fell away from her shoulders, and she realized too late she was still bare under it. Her eyes widened, and she yanked the blanket back up with a squeak. "Don't look!"
Allen arched a brow, leaning back against the headboard. He was topless, his pants low on his hips, utterly unbothered. His gaze slid over her with deliberate slowness, and his smirk sharpened. "A little late for modesty, don't you think?"
Azura's cheeks burned. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "Shut up!"
He caught it easily, tossing it aside. "Relax. If I wanted to tease you, I'd do it properly."
Her lips parted. "Y-you already—"
Allen laughed, the sound low and rich. He stood, stretching, the muscles of his torso flexing under the morning light spilling through the curtains.
Azura stared before realizing she was staring. Her face went crimson, and she whipped her head away. "Put a shirt on!"
"I don't see why." He smirked as he headed toward the kitchen. "It's just breakfast."
Azura groaned into her hands, but she followed, tugging the blanket around her shoulders like a cloak.
The kitchen was small but neat, stocked with basics. Azura started pulling things out of the fridge—eggs, bread—while Allen leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching her like she was entertainment. Last night's cake was still in there, forgotten. But it was too early to eat cake.
"You always keep it this simple?" he asked.
"I don't exactly cook feasts for myself," Azura replied dryly. She cracked an egg into the pan, wincing slightly when it popped.
Allen smirked. "Good thing I stayed, then."
Azura blinked, caught between annoyance and… something else. Watching him move so casually in her space, topless, confident, making her kitchen feel like his—it was unnerving. And intoxicating.
She bit her lip, muttering, "You're annoying."
Allen glanced at her, his smirk wicked. "And yet you're staring again."
She flushed, whipping her head away. "Am not!"
He chuckled low, flipping the eggs with one hand, his other reaching for the bread to toss in the toaster.