Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1402

Chapter 1402: DEAD Chapter 1402: DEAD Villain Ch 1402.

DEAD They wanted to touch him so badly.

The air was thick, suffocating, charged with something they couldn’t escape.

Allen sat there like a king, untouchable, unreadable, an enigma wrapped in leather and a wicked, knowing smirk.

Every breath they took was filled with him-his scent, his heat, his presence.

And then- Shea’s legs suddenly went weak.

It hit her all at once.

That stare.

That impossible, devouring stare that burned through her like he could see every thought running wild in her mind, every forbidden feeling she was trying and failing to push away.

Her knees buckled.

She collapsed-right onto Allen’s lap.

The girls stopped breathing.

Allen?

Allen grinned.

Slow.

Dangerous.

Confident.

“That’s very good, Shea,” he murmured, voice a deep hum of satisfaction.

His hand shifted, and before Shea could process what was happening, she felt it-the folded belt grazing the side of her face, tracing along her cheek, slow and deliberate.

She couldn’t move.

Couldn’t think.

She could only look at him.

Wide-eyed, lips parted, as if she had been hypnotized.

As if she was entirely, completely at his mercy.

Allen’s other hand pressed against her butt, grounding her, holding her in place.

Shea shuddered.

The belt continued its slow, tormenting path, gliding from the side of her face down her neck, a ghost of pressure that sent shivers everywhere.

Then-lower.

Down to her chest.

Lower still.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers twitching against his shoulders, her entire body strung so tight she thought she might snap.

Allen’s smirk never wavered.

“You’re suddenly quiet…” Of course she was suddenly quiet.

How the hell was she supposed to speak when her body felt like it was on fire?

A fire they had created themselves.

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair at all!

The girls?

They were struggling.

Zoe had both hands pressed against her mouth, eyes so wide she looked like she was witnessing an act of God.

Jane was gripping the couch so hard her knuckles were white, like she was physically restraining herself from launching forward.

Bella had given up, fully lying face-down in a pillow, whispering incoherent prayers.

Alice wasn’t even blinking, just staring like her brain had been forcibly rebooted.

Larissa visibly gulped, shifting in her seat, her entire body language screaming conflicted.

Vivian?

Vivian had not moved an inch.

She was still turned toward the wall, her hands clasped together as she whispered aggressively in French.

It was over for them.

Completely.

Utterly.

Allen tilted his head, fingers tightening slightly on Shea’s waist.

“Nothing to say?” Shea made a sound.

Something between a gasp and a whimper.

The girls collectively malfunctioned.

“OH MY GOD,” Jane squealed, turning bright red.

“SHEA IS GONE.

SHEA IS DEAD.” “I-I’m not-” Shea tried to speak, but her voice failed her.

Her entire body was locked up, her breath stuck in her throat, her skin burning with a fire she couldn’t contain.

Allen was still holding her in place, still looking at her like he owned this moment.

And the worst part?

He did.

Allen glanced at the rest of them, his smirk devastatingly confident, his tone dripping with unapologetic amusement.

“You guys aren’t too late to join.” Again.

Pure, thick silence.

Allen leaned back, spreading his arms over the couch, smirking like a villain who had already won.

“Come here.” His voice was low, enticing.

“Don’t you guys want to ‘Take.

This.

Off’?” The words were sharp, deliberate, a dare.

And it worked.

Because they moved.

Instantly.

Like they hadn’t been waiting for permission, like they had been desperately holding themselves back-until now.

There was no way in hell they were going to waste this.

Vivian was the first to step forward, her hands lifting without hesitation, her fingers grazing along his cheek, trailing slowly, savoring the moment.

Her breath hitched.

His skin was warm.

And the way he looked at her-dark, amused, like he knew exactly what she was feeling-made her stomach twist.

She climbed up, her legs settling on either side of him, her eyes never leaving his.

Then- Slowly.

Deliberately.

She reached for the mask.

Allen didn’t stop her.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t move.

He just watched her, letting her hands lift it, her fingers grazing along the edges before she slowly pulled it away.

Vivian swallowed hard, staring at him, taking him in without the barrier of the mask, her own expression unreadable.

She didn’t move, didn’t say a word.

She just looked.

Like she was trying to memorize him.

Like she was falling harder.

And then- Jane’s fingers slid under the harness, her breath uneven, her movements deliberate.

One by one, she unclasped the straps, her fingers grazing his skin as she slowly pulled it off.

Allen exhaled deeply, letting her do it, letting her touch him.

The room was buzzing.

The tension was so thick it was suffocating.

Bella let out a tiny breath, her arms crossed tightly like she was trying to physically hold herself together.

Zoe’s fingers trembled slightly as she watched, her entire body language screaming I need to be next.

Shea, still not recovered, still stuck on his lap, swallowed hard.

Allen’s voice cut through the silence.

“Wait.” Everyone froze.

His smirk returned, wicked, playful.

“If you guys take something off me…” His sharp gaze flickered to each of them.

“I have to take something off of you too.” The realization hit them all at once.

Vivian blinked.

“Wait… but-” Before she could finish, Allen’s hand moved.

Smooth.

Effortless.

He reached for the delicate bow tied at the front of Vivian’s babydoll lingerie-his fingers tugging the ribbon in one swift motion.

The knot came undone.

The fabric loosened.

It didn’t fall-but it could.

At any moment.

Vivian stopped breathing.

Allen let his fingers linger, lightly brushing against the undone bow, his smirk widening.

“That’s one.” Vivian made a tiny noise in the back of her throat.

Allen’s eyes shifted-directly to Jane.

Jane’s entire soul left her body.

“Oh, hell no,” she muttered, backing up slightly.

Allen simply raised an eyebrow, his fingers reaching toward her lace garter strap, his touch barely grazing it.

“Your turn.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS UnholyGod Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!

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