Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1397

Chapter 1397: Sensory Overload Chapter 1397: Sensory Overload Villain Ch 1397.

Sensory Overload Allen leaned back into the plush cushions of the sofa, his eyes scanning the room like a director overseeing a performance he hadn’t realized he’d been cast in.

The warm lighting, the scent of vanilla and sandalwood lingering in the air, the soft rustle of silk and lace as the girls shifted and laughed-it all combined into a sensory overload that he hadn’t expected.

His heart pounded in his chest.

His skin buzzed with a mix of adrenaline and dopamine, that familiar rush he got when inspiration hit him like a freight train.

And this?

This was the motherload of inspiration.

Zoe twirled in front of him, modeling the red set he’d chosen earlier.

The lace hugged her curves, the garter straps accentuating the smooth lines of her legs.

She arched an eyebrow.

“Well?” Allen blinked, pulling himself back from the story scene that had just unspooled in his mind-one that involved a vampire queen luring her prey with silk ropes and whispered promises.

“Yeah…” He coughed into his fist.

“It’s a yes.

Definitely a yes.” Zoe grinned.

“I knew it.” She flopped onto the couch beside him, leaning into his side with a satisfied smile while Bella stepped up next, wearing a dark satin set with delicate floral embroidery.

Allen exhaled slowly.

“That… suits you.” Bella turned, giving a playful wiggle of her hips.

“Suits me how?” Allen’s writer brain kicked into gear.

“The color contrasts with your hair, draws attention exactly where you want it to.

The embroidery gives it a classic feel, but the cut is bold enough to… well… make anyone forget what they were saying.” Bella’s lips curved upward.

“That’s a yes then?” “Definitely.” As Bella sauntered off to add the set to their shopping pile, Allen ran a hand down his face.

‘How the hell am I supposed to survive this?’ He caught sight of a nearby display and pointed toward a sheer black babydoll with silver accents.

“Larissa.

That one.” Larissa raised an eyebrow from where she was lounging by the snacks.

“Oh?

You think I’d look good in that?” “I know you would.” Larissa laughed softly as she stood and grabbed the piece, disappearing into the dressing room.

Allen rubbed his temples again.

His pulse was racing, and not just from the visuals around him.

His brain was going wild.

Scene after scene played through his mind with vivid clarity.

He could practically hear the dialogue, feel the tension, picture the expressions and the atmosphere.

His fingers twitched.

He needed to write.

“Can I…” His voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat.

“Can I type the idea down quickly on my phone?

I’m… I’m going crazy.” Shea, who had been inspecting a rack of silk robes, turned with an amused smile.

“Just a quick one,” she said, voice soft but teasing.

“And while you’re at it, pick more props for us.” Allen grabbed his phone like a lifeline, his thumb flying across the screen as he opened his notes app.

The words poured out faster than he could process them.

Descriptions.

Outlines.

A line of dialogue that came out of nowhere but felt perfect.

The sound of heels clicking across marble floors.

The tension of silk against skin.

The faint chime of a bell on a collar.

Zoe peeked over his shoulder.

“Wow.” “What?” Allen didn’t even look up.

“You get like this every time, huh?” “Yeah.” He tapped out another line.

“It’s… like… if I don’t get it down, the idea slips away.

And this?

This whole thing?

It’s basically a creative nuke.” Shea chuckled from across the room.

“We’re proud to be your muses.” “Muses of chaos,” Allen muttered.

He finished typing and set the phone aside with a sigh.

“Okay.

Props.” He stood and made his way toward the far wall, where props were neatly arranged on shelves and stands.

Velvet ropes.

Silk blindfolds.

Leather cuffs.

Feathers.

Even a damn riding crop hung casually from a hook like it belonged there.

Allen’s eyes hovered on the crop.

He immediately pictured Alice holding it, twirling it between her fingers, leaning forward with that sly witch’s grin she always wore when she was plotting something.

His hand twitched again.

He picked up the crop and gave it a light flick through the air.

The sharp snap it produced made the girls pause mid-conversation and look his way.

Allen froze.

“Uh… just testing.” “Sure,” Zoe said, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

Allen coughed and set the crop down before grabbing a few more items: silk scarves, a set of lace gloves, and a choker with a small ruby pendant.

He brought them back to the couch and dropped them onto the table.

“Here.

Props.” Shea picked up the choker, holding it up to her neck.

“This one’s nice.” Allen nodded.

“Yeah.

It… caught my eye.” Vivian plopped onto the couch beside him.

“You know…” She rested her chin on her fist, eyes twinkling.

“You’re a young master now, right?

You don’t need to write anymore.” Allen turned to her, brow furrowing.

“What do you mean?” Vivian shrugged.

“I mean… you don’t need the money.

You could just… stop.

Live a good life.

Enjoy all this without stressing about plotlines and word counts.” Allen stared at her for a long moment.

The girls had stopped chatting and were now watching him, curious about his reaction.

He rubbed the back of his neck, gathering his thoughts.

“Yeah.

I know.

But I never started writing for money.” Vivian tilted her head.

“Then why?” Allen exhaled slowly.

“I took it up as a hobby first.

I didn’t think anyone would actually read my stuff.

I just… needed an outlet.

Something to get me through my dark time.” The room went quiet.

The playful atmosphere softened.

Allen continued, voice lower now.

“Writing and the gym are the only things that helped me get through it.

I had so much shit bottled up back then… and writing gave me a place to dump it all.

The chaos, the emotions, the frustration.” Larissa reappeared from the dressing room, wearing the black babydoll he’d chosen.

She stopped short when she heard his words, eyes softening.

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