NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1911: How Could That be Unfair?
Villain Ch 1911. How Could That be Unfair?
"How the hell did you guess all of them right?!" Shea added.
Allen rolled his neck, voice calm. "How could that be unfair?"
"You were supposed to mess up at least once," Zoe said, arms crossed under her chest. "C'mon. Not even a little hesitation?"
Allen raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. "Just because I got them all right?"
"Yes!" Vivian folded her arms, looking playfully offended. "You must have peeked. There's no way you were one hundred percent correct."
He met her challenge with a slow blink. "Why not?"
"Because," Bella chimed in, pouting slightly, "that's impossible! Even with your sharp senses or whatever!"
Allen leaned forward, elbows on the table, wine glass in one hand. "Impossible for you, maybe."
"Oh, shut up," Zoe muttered, but she was smiling.
Allen took a sip, then casually added, "I've tasted each of you."
The table froze.
His tone hadn't changed—still cool, still even—but the implication dropped like a match into a puddle of wine and heat.
"Wha—" Azura's voice cracked. "Y-You can't just—say that out loud!"
He looked at her, amused. "Why not? It's true."
Larissa choked on her drink. "You absolute devil."
"That is illegal," Jane said, fanning herself with a napkin. "That's straight up illegal."
"It's vulgar," Vivian muttered, face pink, "and accurate, which makes it worse."
Allen just shrugged. "I know the difference. Skin, scent, voice… taste. Every one of you's unique."
Alice pointed a finger at him. "You're weaponizing your memory. That's cheating."
"You're just mad I didn't get yours wrong."
"No," she said flatly, "I'm mad it turned me on."
"Same," Shea said under her breath.
"You have to say it louder for the group, honey," Zoe said, snickering.
Bella slapped both palms on the table. "He said 'I've tasted every one of you' like it was normal dinner conversation."
"It's still lunch," Alice added.
"I mean lunch conversation!" Bella corrected.
"Because it is," Allen said, completely serious. "To me."
Jane turned to Azura. "This is what we get for falling for a villain."
Azura squeaked. "Don't drag me in! I'm innocent!"
"Not after last week, you're not," Zoe said with a smug grin.
Allen leaned back, stretching his neck, voice calm but low enough to carry. "Try harder."
Vivian narrowed her eyes. "Cocky."
"Confident," Allen corrected.
"Too confident," Larissa said. "We need to humble him."
"That's because I pay attention," he said simply, brushing invisible dust from his pants. "None of you hide as well as you think."
Zoe rested her chin on her hand, watching him with that half-smirk of hers. "Attention, huh? Then what am I thinking right now?"
He didn't even blink. Just turned his head toward her, cool and measured. "You're thinking it's your turn."
Zoe licked her lips. "And if I was?"
"Then come take it."
That stilled everyone.
Shea gave a small whistle. "Damn."
Vivian stood up. "Okay, no. I'm not letting her steal the finale. That's my job."
"You literally just said you wanted to humble him," Jane said.
"Exactly," Vivian replied. "With my mouth."
"Illegal!" Azura yelped, clutching her glass like a holy relic.
"Stop calling everything illegal," Alice said. "We're already going to hell. Let's at least enjoy the ride."
Allen exhaled through his nose, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "You really think I didn't know each of you? I don't even need to guess."
"Prove it," Bella challenged.
He stood up.
The chairs scraped as he rose, that easy predator grace slipping back in. He walked to Bella first. She blinked.
He leaned in and brushed a kiss just under her ear, breathing against her neck. "Orange blossom and something that reminds me of foxfire."
She made a sound that wasn't quite a moan but definitely wasn't a denial.
Next was Jane. He stopped in front of her and ran the back of his knuckle along her cheek. "Lavender. Paper ink. Guilt."
"Okay, stop," she muttered. "This is cheating."
To Shea. "Sun, saltwater, mischief."
She flushed.
Zoe? "Sea storm. Citrus. Rage held with teeth."
She looked like she was about to pounce.
Vivian? "Red wine and lip gloss. Bite first, ask questions later."
"You make me sound like a femme fatale," she said, voice breathy.
"You are a femme fatale."
To Alice. "Fresh mint."
Alice didn't even argue.
He paused in front of Azura. Her hands were in her lap, nervous. Her gaze flicked up—doe eyes, trembling.
Allen leaned close. Not touching. Just speaking near her mouth.
"And you…" he whispered, "taste like starlight and hesitation."
Azura shivered.
"You're such a bastard," Vivian muttered, dragging her chair back with a loud scrape. "That's it. I vote we punish him."
"For what?" Allen asked, completely unaffected.
"For turning the game on us."
Larissa smirked. "Let's take him to the couch. See if he can 'taste' that confidence."
"I can," Allen said smoothly, already moving. "But will you survive it?"
That did it.
They chased him out of the dining room like wolves in designer clothes and luxury perfume, half-laughing, half-threatening revenge.
Allen didn't run.
He didn't need to.
He wanted them close.
"Don't trip over your confidence, Emperor," Vivian called behind him, heels clicking against the marble like she was hunting him for sport.
"Oh, he's not tripping," Jane muttered. "He's strutting."
"Same difference," Zoe added, voice low and dangerous. "Let's see how long that smirk lasts."
Allen glanced over his shoulder, slow and deliberate, the picture of smugness in motion. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway from the game, hair just messy enough to be intentional, and that look on his face—half dare, half invitation—only poured more gasoline on the already unstable group behind him.
They cornered him by the living room couch.
It was plush, wide, and vaguely threatening in how perfect it was for bad decisions. Velvet cushions. Low lighting. A bottle of wine already waiting on the table—probably someone's idea of foreshadowing.
Bella twirled a throw pillow in her hands like she was about to weaponize it. "Alright, you taste expert. Sit."
Allen sat.