Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1396

Chapter 1396: Walking Smut Generator Chapter 1396: Walking Smut Generator Villain Ch 1396.

Walking Smut Generator Allen cleared his throat, trying to steady his thoughts.

“So… what should I do?” He glanced around the room again, eyes catching on the glossy black leather corset hanging from a nearby rack.

Another scene immediately popped into his head-one that involved Larissa pinning him down with a wicked grin and whispering something about ‘obedience.’ He shook his head quickly.

“Are you guys just going to leave me here and let me write?

I mean… I wouldn’t mind.

As long as someone gets my laptop.” His gaze drifted toward another display-a sheer white lace set paired with delicate silk stockings and a collar with a tiny silver bell.

His brain instantly crafted a scenario: Zoe lounging on the sofa in that outfit, pretending to be innocent while plotting something absolutely diabolical.

“Oh God,” Allen muttered, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“This is literal torture for a smut author like me!” he hissed.

His hands ached.

He wanted to write so badly or at least make a draft.

Vivian, who had been rifling through a rack of crimson lingerie, turned and smirked.

“Nope.” She walked over and tapped the top of his head lightly.

“You’re not escaping into author mode.

You’ll sit right here and help us pick clothes that are… suitable for us.” Allen raised an eyebrow.

“Suitable?” Vivian’s smile turned teasing.

“You know… for future situations.

In case we need them.*” Allen groaned softly.

“You’re literally fueling my brain with scenes that won’t leave me alone for days.” Shea sauntered over and leaned on the back of the couch, her arms draping lazily across it.

“Don’t worry,” she purred.

“There’s no CCTV here.

So you can…do whatever you want.” Allen gave her a look.

“Okay… What do you mean by ‘whatever’?” Shea winked.

“You know what I mean,” she teased.

Allen chuckled, rubbing his temples.

“Yeah, I figured as much.

Especially after you guys made me eat that massive steak earlier.” “See?” Shea straightened with a laugh.

“We’re just looking out for your nutrition.” Allen let his eyes wander again, completely against his better judgment.

A different outfit caught his attention-a black lace bodysuit with strategic cutouts and tiny silver chains woven through the sides.

His mind spun into another vivid scenario: Bella sitting on his desk in that, her voice soft as she ‘negotiated’ for some post-battle rewards.

‘Damn it!’ Larissa, who had been watching him with an amused expression, finally spoke.

“Also…” she drawled, stepping closer, “you can pick the clothes for us.” Allen’s gaze snapped toward her.

“Wait, what?” “You heard me.” Larissa’s eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Anything you want.” Allen’s heart skipped a beat.

“Anything?” Larissa smiled slowly.

“Anything.” The other girls nodded in agreement.

Allen rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting toward the racks of lingerie like a kid who’d just been handed the keys to a candy store.

“This is a trap.” Zoe flopped onto the couch beside him, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Maybe it is.

Maybe it isn’t.” “Great.” Allen sighed, his mind already cataloging the different pieces around the room.

“So… how does this work?

You guys just… try stuff on and model it for me?” “Exactly.” Bella perched on the arm of the couch.

“We need your honest opinion.” “Honest?” Allen smirked.

“You’re asking a guy who’s basically a walking smut generator for an honest opinion on lingerie?” Shea laughed.

“Yup.

That’s the plan.” “God help me,” Allen muttered.

Vivian clapped her hands.

“Okay, okay!

Enough talk.

We’ve got a lot of options here.” She gestured toward the racks.

“Allen, go wild.” Allen stood slowly, his muscles still aching from leg day.

As he walked toward the nearest rack.

He wasn’t just picking clothes-he was actively participating in crafting the visual fuel for his imagination.

Dangerous!

He reached for a sleek, deep-red set: a lace bralette with matching garter belt and silk thong.

The design was bold but elegant.

He held it up and turned toward the group.

“Who’s up first?” Zoe shot up from the couch, hand raised.

“Me!” Allen arched an eyebrow.

“That was… quick.” “I’m a woman of action,” she said with a grin, snatching the lingerie from his hands before disappearing into one of the changing rooms.

Allen dropped back onto the couch, groaning softly.

“I have a very bad feeling about this.” Shea sat beside him, her fingers tracing the seam of the cushion.

“Why?” “Because you guys are enjoying this way too much.” Shea smirked.

“Of course we are.” After a few moments, the curtain of Zoe’s changing room slid open.

Allen’s breath caught.

She stepped out in the red set he’d picked-lace and silk hugging her figure perfectly.

The garter straps clipped neatly to thigh-high stockings, and the rich crimson contrasted with her pale skin in a way that practically screamed trouble.

Zoe twirled playfully.

“Well?” Allen’s brain blanked for a second before kicking back into gear.

“Yeah… okay… that… works.” “Works?” Zoe pouted, placing a hand on her hip.

“Come on.

I need more detail than that, Mr.

Smut Author.” Allen cleared his throat, his writer’s brain reluctantly engaging.

“Fine.

The red draws the eye immediately.

The lace details create a nice balance between bold and elegant.

The garters add a hint of…danger.

And the silk stockings give off a seductive-but-classy vibe.” The room went silent for a second before Larissa whistled.

“Damn.

That was basically verbal porn.” Allen groaned.

“Why did I agree to this again?” “Because you love us,” Zoe said sweetly as she flopped onto the couch beside him.

Before Allen could respond, Larissa stood and picked a dark purple lace set with matching cuffs.

“My turn,” she said with a grin as she headed for the changing room.

Allen leaned back into the cushions.

His brain was already swirling with potential scenes: characters in lingerie-laden battles of dominance, surprise appearances of silk ropes mid-dialogue… ‘This is going to kill me,’ he thought.

And the girls?

They were loving every second of it.

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