Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1912. I Notice Everything

Zoe immediately tied the blindfold back around his eyes, yanking the knot tighter than necessary. "Comfortable?"

"Not even slightly," he said, smirking.

"Good," she purred. "Would've been disappointed if you were."

Hands were everywhere.

Not coordinated, not polite.

They weren't playing a guessing game anymore—they were reclaiming the battlefield.

Allen felt his shirt being pulled open, buttons popping off with little resistance. Someone kissed the hollow of his throat while another slid into his lap like she belonged there—which, frankly, most of them did.

The blindfold only made it worse.

Every touch amplified. Every breath felt too close, too hot. Each perfume tangled in the air like a hall of mirrors with no exits—floral and citrus, mint and musk, spice and sin.

He didn't even speak for the first few seconds.

He just felt.

And then someone—Azura?—tugged his pants open.

Not shy.

Not subtle.

The zipper rasped down with a confidence that made his pulse jump. Her hands slid underneath, fingers ghosting the waistband of his briefs like she was measuring where bold became reckless.

"I know that breath," Allen murmured, low and steady. "You hesitate right before you touch. Azura."

She made a strangled noise and buried her face in his neck. "I wasn't even trying to win!"

"Then don't play games with a villain," he said, head tilting back just slightly. "You'll always lose."

A pair of hands—softer, cooler—slid up his sides, tracing every muscle like they were committing it to memory. Then down, over his stomach, stopping just short of where Azura had started.

"Alice," Allen said.

"You should've waited," she muttered in his ear. "I was gonna surprise you."

He didn't respond. Not verbally.

Just let his body speak.

He shifted—just a little—just enough for her hands to catch the twitch in his thighs. His cock, freed now, already half-hard from their earlier teasing, throbbed between one heartbeat and the next.

He felt breath on it.

Warm. Curious.

Then a single finger ran up the length of him, smooth and deliberate.

He twitched again.

"Jane," he said, biting back a groan. "You always touch like you're dissecting a spell."

"Maybe I am," Jane whispered. "Maybe I'm figuring out what breaks you."

"You won't," Allen muttered.

"Challenge accepted."

Another set of lips brushed his collarbone—slow, deliberate, trailing lower. He felt a body straddle his thigh, her skin bare and plush, moving with lazy confidence. The scent hit him—sweet wine and dangerous promises.

"Vivian," he groaned.

"Hi, darling," she said sweetly, biting his shoulder just hard enough to leave a mark. "Still confident?"

"I'm hard," Allen said, "not wrong."

Someone laughed—Shea, probably—before fingers trailed up his inner thigh. The other hand cupped his balls gently, thumb rolling with teasing pressure.

That got him to hiss.

"Shea," he muttered.

"Yay," she whispered, "I win."

"You touched me."

"I still win."

Allen's knuckles flexed against the cushion. His body was on fire now—senses overloaded, hips twitching with every graze, every breath that landed near his shaft.

Then someone licked the base of it.

Just once.

Slow. Wet.

He shuddered.

"That's not fair," he growled. "That wasn't a touch."

"Oops," Larissa whispered from somewhere down low. "Guess I don't play fair."

He didn't need to guess. That perfume, that sin-soft voice—she could wrap men around her finger with a hum.

"You'll pay for that later."

"You're paying now," she countered.

His cock twitched again, pulsing hot against the cool air, and someone—Zoe, he could tell from the heat—slid a palm over him, slow and full.

"I can feel your heartbeat," she whispered, dragging her tongue along the side of his neck. "Think it's ready to break."

Allen smiled through the sensory chaos. "Still counting."

"How many?"

He licked his lips. "That was seven."

There was a pause.

Then Bella's voice, sweet and deadly. "You missed me."

He tilted his head. "No, I didn't."

Before she could protest, he reached forward blindly, his hand brushing her thigh, then higher, until his palm was cupping her through something soft and lacey.

"You just opened your clothes and are wearing lingerie," he said flatly. "You adjusted the straps when you sat down."

Bella stammered. "How the hell—"

"You all think I don't notice things."

He leaned back again, cock straining and fully exposed, breath heavy, muscles tight.

"I notice everything."

"You arrogant bastard," Vivian hissed, but her voice was almost affectionate.

"Do you want to keep going?" Allen asked, voice like a blade sheathed in velvet. "Because I can do this all day."

"Oh, we know," Shea muttered.

"You make it sound like a threat," Zoe said, sliding back into his lap and grinding just slightly. "But it's a promise, isn't it?"

Allen exhaled slowly. "Blindfold off."

No one moved.

"I said," he repeated, "take it off."

Vivian untied the silk slowly, pulling it loose like she was unwrapping something dangerous.

The light hit his eyes again—and the sight before him was everything.

All of them.

Flushed. Breathing harder. Legs curled under them or sprawled across the velvet couch. Some were half-dressed. Some not at all. Bras loosened. Hair mussed. Lipstick slightly smudged. The tension crackled like static, like magic, like heat on skin.

They looked at him like they wanted to devour him.

And Allen—Allen looked like he would let them.

He didn't smile.

Didn't speak.

He just leaned back again, legs spread slightly, cock fully out, proud and heavy against his stomach.

Azura squeaked and buried her face in a pillow.

Larissa licked her lips.

Vivian crossed her legs tighter but didn't move away.

Alice rested her chin in her palm, watching with the casual hunger of a scholar watching a controlled explosion.

Bella? Bella glared at him like he'd committed a war crime—and she was aroused by it.

Allen finally said, "So what's next?"

They stared at him.

Then Jane murmured, "You really don't have a shame setting, do you?"

"Never installed it."

"You're too calm," Larissa said. "You should be wrecked by now."

"I am," he said. "But I don't look it."

"You know," Shea said, stretching like a cat, "I think we need to test something."