Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1398

Chapter 1398: Psychological Warfare Chapter 1398: Psychological Warfare Villain Ch 1398.

Psychological Warfare “And somehow,” Allen said, glancing at his phone, “people liked it.

So yeah, it turned into a job.

But it’s still my escape first.

It still helps me… not go back to that place.” Larissa stepped closer and sat beside him, resting her hand on his.

“We get it, Allen.” Allen squeezed her hand back gently.

“Thanks.” Shea cleared her throat, her tone light again.

“Okay, okay.

Enough heavy talk.” She gestured at the racks.

“Allen still has a lot more outfits to pick.” Allen groaned.

“Oh God.” The girls laughed, and just like that, the energy shifted back.

But Allen sat there for a moment longer, running his thumb over the corner of his phone.

He didn’t need to write.

But he sure as hell wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

Allen sat there, his phone clutched tightly in his hands, thumbs moving at lightning speed across the screen.

Words poured out as fast as his brain could process the avalanche of scenes crashing through his mind.

His surroundings didn’t help.

At all.

The dim lighting, the scent of vanilla and sandalwood swirling around him like a spell, the faint rustle of silk and lace as the girls moved about the room.

Every sound, every movement, every teasing laugh made his imagination run wilder.

His brain was practically short-circuiting.

He paused for a second, flexing his fingers, then started typing again.

The vampire queen lounged on the edge of the bed, silk ropes coiled around her wrists as she smiled up at the demon king.

“Is that all you’ve got, my lord?” His eyes darted to Larissa, who was now draped across the arm of the sofa in the black babydoll he’d chosen for her.

The sheer fabric hinted at far more than it concealed, and the teasing glint in her eyes mirrored the exact expression he’d just written for his vampire queen character.

‘Damn it!’ His fingers kept typing.

Allen exhaled slowly.

His mind spun through dialogue, actions, settings.

He could already see the scene: marble floors, flickering candlelight, whispered words that promised chaos.

And then- A soft hand landed on his thigh.

Allen froze mid-sentence, his heart stuttering.

His gaze snapped downward.

It was Zoe.

She was still in the crimson lingerie, sprawled beside him on the couch.

One hand on his thigh.

The other held a grape, which she popped into her mouth with a slow, exaggerated motion.

“You okay, Allen?” she asked, voice low and syrupy.

“I…” His throat felt dry.

“Yeah.” Zoe smirked.

“Sure?

You’ve been typing like a maniac for the past ten minutes.” “Yeah.” Allen licked his lips.

“Ideas.

Just… a lot of ideas.” Zoe’s hand squeezed his thigh lightly.

“I can tell.” She leaned closer, her breath brushing his ear.

“Your eyes keep darting around like you’re cataloging every inch of this room.” Allen forced himself to chuckle.

“That obvious?” “Oh yeah.” Before he could respond, Larissa slid onto the couch on his other side.

“Is he still writing?” she asked Zoe.

“Yup.” Zoe’s hand didn’t move.

“Completely gone.” Larissa hummed thoughtfully, her fingers trailing across Allen’s arm.

“We might need to… help him relax.” Allen’s brain was officially at war with itself.

One part of him screamed that he needed to write this down, to lock these scenes in while they were fresh.

The other part?

It was currently focused on the warmth of Zoe’s hand and the light touch of Larissa’s nails gliding up his forearm.

He tried to focus, typing faster.

The ropes tightened, the queen’s breath catching as the demon king smirked and leaned closer- -Pop!

A strawberry appeared in front of his mouth.

Allen blinked.

Vivian, now sitting cross-legged on the coffee table in front of him, held it between her fingers.

“Eat,” she ordered, smiling mischievously.

“You need fuel.” Allen hesitated.

Vivian raised an eyebrow.

He leaned forward and bit into the strawberry.

It was sweet, juicy, and chilled just enough to contrast with the heat spreading through his body.

Vivian’s eyes sparkled as she licked the juice off her fingers.

“Good boy.” Allen squeezed his phone tightly.

“You guys are evil.” “We know,” Larissa whispered into his ear.

Another hand-he wasn’t even sure whose anymore-moved across his chest.

Allen’s body reacted immediately, his skin prickling under the teasing touch.

His brain kept feeding him scenes at an alarming pace.

‘Goddamn it!’ His hands trembled as he typed.

“I… I need a break,” he muttered.

“My brain is going haywire.” “We noticed,” Shea said from across the room.

She was standing by one of the racks, holding up a sheer blue bodysuit with delicate silver chains.

“That’s why we’re helping.” “Helping?” Allen shot her a skeptical look.

“You’re trying to break me.” “Maybe,” she admitted with a wicked grin.

“But in a fun way.” Allen groaned.

“This is actual psychological warfare.” Jane laughed softly and shifted closer, her fingers sliding up to his jaw.

“You love it.” Allen opened his mouth to argue but hesitated.

“Okay, yeah,” he admitted.

“But it’s still torture.” The girls laughed again.

Allen closed his eyes for a second, breathing deeply to clear his head.

It didn’t help.

His body was reacting to their touches, the teasing glances, the way the lingerie hugged their figures.

His mind was trapped between his author instincts and his very real instincts.

He reopened his eyes and stared at his phone.

“Just… let me get this one scene out.” “How long?” Shea asked.

“Five minutes.” “Deal.” Allen hunched over his phone and typed like his life depended on it.

His thumbs moved in a blur as the words flowed.

He didn’t even hear the girls talking around him anymore.

His world narrowed to the scene.

The heat.

The tension.

The unspoken challenge between his characters.

He finished the last sentence with a sharp exhale.

“Done,” he muttered.

“Holy shit.” The moment his phone hit the table, Larissa straddled his lap.

Allen’s brain short-circuited.

“Now,” Larissa said, voice low.

“Your creative session is over.

Our turn.” Allen swallowed hard.

“I… uh… Wait.

What happened to ‘just shopping’?” “We did shop,” Zoe said from beside him.

“Now we’re just… testing the goods.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS UnholyGod Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!

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