Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1395

Chapter 1395: Author Mode Activated Chapter 1395: Author Mode Activated Villain Ch 1395.

Author Mode Activated He sighed, rubbing his temples while trying to prepare himself mentally for whatever chaos was coming his way.

Allen’s eyes drifted across the boutique’s interior.

Racks and mannequins displayed an assortment of lingerie, each section distinctly themed.

Some sets looked downright angelic-white lace, soft satin, delicate pieces adorned with tiny pearls.

Others?

Spicy as hell.

Bold reds, blacks, and dark purples.

Strappy sets with intricate designs that left very little to the imagination.

And of course, there was an entire section of silk robes, stockings, garters, and other accessories designed to make the imagination run wild.

Allen’s steps slowed as his gaze caught a familiar style.

His brain clicked immediately.

‘Wait a second.’ ‘That set.’ The black lace piece with the intricate design across the front.

He knew that one.

The girls had worn similar sets the night they stayed over at his mansion.

His brain, naturally being a smut harem author’s brain, started running at full speed.

‘Shit.

That model is nice.’ His eyes lingered on a particularly daring crimson set on a mannequin.

His mind immediately conjured an entire scene.

Larissa wearing it, sprawled across his bed, fangs peeking from her smile; Zoe, laughing as she pulled him into a tangled mess of silk and limbs; Shea, perched on the edge of the bed with that smug, teasing grin… Allen’s hands twitched.

His fingers itched to write.

To pull out his phone and type down a quick scene idea before the image faded.

‘Damn it.’ Vivian bumped his shoulder.

“You good?” Allen coughed.

“Yeah.

Fine.” “Uh-huh.” Jane’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Smut author mode activated?” Allen shot her a glare, blushing.

“Shut up.” The girls chuckled as they guided him past the displays, deeper into the boutique.

Each step was another test of willpower as his eyes were bombarded with designs that practically begged to become story prompts.

Finally, the attendant who had greeted them earlier appeared from a side door and gestured toward an ornate, velvet-curtained entrance.

“Your suite is ready,” she said with a polite smile.

“I hope you’ll enjoy your time here.

If you need anything, I’ll be stationed at the front desk.” Allen hesitated for a moment before following the girls inside.

And the second he stepped through the doorway, his jaw dropped.

“What the hell?” The private suite was… not what he’d expected.

The walls were covered in deep crimson fabric with black leather accents.

Dim, warm lighting gave the space an intimate, almost forbidden vibe.

To one side, a massive sofa, long enough to fit all of them comfortably, sat against the wall.

The cushions were plush, the kind he could sink into and forget the world existed.

In front of it, a low glass table was set with an array of high-quality snacks-fruit, chocolates, macarons-and chilled champagne in an ice bucket.

But that wasn’t what shocked him.

It was on the other side of the room.

Metal hooks attached to the ceiling.

Velvet ropes coiled neatly on the wall.

A black leather chair in the corner with cuffs dangling from the armrests.

The floor beneath it was slightly raised, with faint scuff marks that hinted it was designed for… activities.

There were three dressing rooms, each with black curtains.

Next to each one stood racks of clothes: corsets, harnesses, lace sets, silky robes… and a section with collars, cuffs, and props that Allen really didn’t expect to see outside of certain websites.

He slowly turned to the girls, who were trying-and failing-to hide their amusement.

“This…” Allen gestured vaguely toward the ropes and cuffs.

“This is what you meant by ‘not ordinary shopping’?” Shea, ever the ringleader, smirked.

“Yup.” Allen dragged a hand down his face.

“You rented a BDSM suite.

For a ‘relaxing’ day.” “It’s not just BDSM,” Larissa said, stepping toward one of the racks.

“Look at these designs.

They’re gorgeous.” She ran her fingers along a sheer black corset with lace trim.

“Classy.

Elegant.” “And also suggestive as hell,” Allen muttered.

Bella plopped onto the couch, crossing her legs.

“What?

We promised to make you relax.” Allen arched a brow.

“Relax?

Or distract me until I lose what’s left of my sanity?” Zoe laughed, flopping onto the sofa beside Bella.

“Why not both?” Vivian sauntered over to a rack, lifting a sheer burgundy robe.

“Come on, Allen.

We know how your brain works.

You’ve been stressed lately.

You need a break.” Allen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“So your solution was to drop me in a room that looks like a villain’s seduction lair?” Shea stretched her arms and walked toward the changing rooms.

“Exactly.” Allen groaned and collapsed onto the couch beside Zoe and Bella.

“This is a trap.

I knew it.” “A fun trap,” Bella said, leaning into his side.

“Admit it-you like it.” Allen didn’t respond.

He just scanned the room again.

His brain was already conjuring story scenarios: the mysterious villain tying up the heroine in red ropes, the seductive vampire queen luring her prey into a leather-bound trap… ‘Damn it!’ His fingers twitched again.

Jane caught the motion and grinned.

“See?

He’s already thinking of story ideas.” Allen groaned.

“Stop being so observant.” The girls burst into laughter again.

Larissa held up a crimson set from the rack and gave Allen a playful look.

“What do you think?” Allen glanced at it.

Thin straps.

Lace panels.

Just enough transparency to drive a man insane.

He swallowed.

“It… uh… looks nice.” “Just nice?” Larissa raised an eyebrow.

“Very nice,” Allen corrected.

“Perfect for… story inspiration.” Shea stepped behind Larissa, smirking.

“Oh yeah?

What kind of story?” Allen shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

“The kind that gets me banned if I post it on the wrong site.” The girls laughed again.

Allen rubbed his temples.

“I’m surrounded by evil geniuses.” “We are villains in the game,” Zoe reminded him, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“It’s only natural that we stay in character.” Allen exhaled slowly.

His body was sore, his brain was fried, and now he was in a BDSM-themed lingerie suite with his girlfriends all watching him like he was a deer in headlights.

Yeah.

This was definitely not ordinary shopping.

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