Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1399

Chapter 1399: Taste Like Betrayal Chapter 1399: Taste Like Betrayal Villain Ch 1399.

Taste Like Betrayal Vivian plucked a silk scarf from the pile of props he’d chosen earlier, twirling it between her fingers with a slow, deliberate smile.

“You did say your imagination was going wild.” Allen’s heart raced.

“Yeah.

And now it’s trying to keep up.” “Good,” Shea purred, stepping closer.

“That was the plan.” Allen groaned, running his hands through his hair.

“You planned this?” “Obviously,” Bella said, lounging on the couch.

“We knew exactly what we were doing the moment we booked this room.” Allen rubbed his temples.

“I’m never escaping this, am I?” The girls exchanged glances before answering in perfect unison.

“Nope.” Allen sighed.

His body was on fire, his brain fried, and his imagination thoroughly corrupted.

The girls moved around him like a coordinated team of expert seductresses, slipping in and out of different lingerie sets, waiting for his approval or mischievous denial.

It should’ve been a fun, lighthearted shopping session.

But no.

This?

This was a trap.

A beautifully crafted, meticulously designed trap.

Bella emerged from the changing room in a sleek, deep red corset that accentuated every curve in a way that made Allen momentarily forget how to breathe.

His throat dried up.

“Thoughts?” Bella asked, turning slightly, letting the soft lighting catch the intricate lace details.

Allen blinked, his brain buffering.

“I, uh… yeah.

That’s a yes.” Bella smirked and disappeared back into the dressing room, only to be replaced by Alice, who stepped forward wearing a sheer black robe over a lace bodysuit that left just enough to the imagination.

Allen exhaled through his nose.

“Oh, God.” Alice gave him an innocent look.

“So… yes?” “Obviously.” Then Jane appeared in a dangerously high-cut number that had Allen gripping the couch cushions.

His heart pounded.

He needed a break.

A moment to breathe.

A chance to- “Allen~” He barely turned his head before Vivian took his face gently in her hands, tilting it up.

She leaned in, her lips barely an inch from his, eyes half-lidded as she held a grape between her teeth.

“Open,” she purred.

Allen’s brain nearly short-circuited.

He opened his mouth just as Vivian leaned closer and pushed the grape between his lips, her fingers lingering just a little too long on his chin before she pulled back.

Allen chewed slowly, feeling like prey being deliberately toyed with.

“Delicious,” Vivian hummed.

“Isn’t it?” “The grape?” Allen swallowed, his voice hoarse.

“Yeah.

Tastes like betrayal.” Vivian laughed, tilting her head.

“Betrayal?” “Yes.

You’re obviously planning something.” Before she could respond, Jane slid onto the couch beside him, mirroring Vivian’s move.

“Allen,” Jane murmured, plucking a piece of chocolate-dipped strawberry from the tray.

Allen barely had time to process before Jane did the same-tilted his head, brushed her fingers against his jaw, and pressed the strawberry between his lips.

Sweet.

Rich.

Completely unfair.

Allen exhaled sharply through his nose.

“Okay.

Okay, I get it.

You guys are messing with me.” Vivian and Jane exchanged mischievous glances.

“Messing with you?” “Yes.

This is an ambush.

An assault on all senses.” Larissa, lounging nearby, chuckled as she traced her fingers along his collarbone absentmindedly.

“Come on, Allen.

You’re having fun.” “Oh, I’m suffering,” Allen muttered.

Vivian and Jane continued their slow, deliberate feeding, alternating between chocolate, fruit, and teasing touches that sent chills down his spine.

Every time he tried to lean in-just a little more-to steal a kiss, they pulled away, leaving him hanging.

On the other hand, they had no problem touching him.

A soft trail of fingers glided behind his ear.

Another slid down his throat, barely grazing his skin.

A whisper of warmth danced against his shoulder.

They were playing him like a finely tuned instrument.

Allen knew the game.

He recognized it.

And yet, he was losing.

Badly.

“They…” His thoughts scrambled, his body reacting to their every teasing move.

“They are playing with me…” Yeah.

He realized this.

And the worst part?

There was nothing worse than an author-already overwhelmed with too much stimulation-getting cornered like this.

His brain was overloaded with scenes.

Naughty, nasty scenes.

He had to turn this around.

Now.

One girl?

He could handle that.

Two?

Double.

Seven?

He was going to die.

Allen took a deep breath, fingers flexing against the couch cushions.

“Alright.

You win.” The girls paused, looking at him with curiosity.

Allen exhaled slowly, his smirk returning.

“Or rather… you thought you won.” Larissa raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?” “Yeah.

Because you forgot one thing.” “And what’s that?” Shea asked, amused.

Allen stretched out, leaning back, a smug expression settling on his face.

“I’m an author.

I control the narrative.” The girls blinked.

“And in my stories,” he continued, tilting his head, “the tables always turn.” He moved fast.

Before Vivian could react, he reached out, grabbing her chin, tilting her face toward him instead.

She gasped, caught off guard, eyes widening.

“What’s wrong?” Allen asked smoothly, voice low.

“Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end?” Jane shifted beside him, but Allen was already onto her, shifting to brush a thumb across her lower lip.

“Careful, Jane.

You’ve been playing dirty.” Vivian swallowed, visibly flustered.

“Wait-” “What?” Allen smirked, leaning closer.

“This is what you wanted, right?

To tease me until I broke?” “Yes-” “Then let’s see who breaks first.” The girls exchanged glances, the shift in dynamic catching them off guard.

Allen grinned.

They had underestimated him.

And now?

It was his turn.

The air in the private suite was thick with tension, the kind that crackled like electricity before a storm.

The girls, still lounging in their very strategically chosen lingerie, watched Allen with wary amusement.

They had been winning.

Had.

But he planned to flip the script.

Now they weren’t so sure who was actually in control anymore.

Shea, ever the one to challenge him, leaned back against the plush couch, her smirk playful but edged with curiosity.

“Do you really think that was enough to turn the tables?” Allen turned his sharp gaze toward her.

“No.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?” He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck as he stood.

“But I know how.” The girls exchanged quick glances.

The shift in energy was real, and they felt it.

Allen wasn’t just playing along anymore-he was taking control.

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