Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1409

Chapter 1409: I Want to Milk That * Chapter 1409: I Want to Milk That * Villain Ch 1409.

I Want to Milk That * “Didn’t expect this at all,” he muttered under his breath.

Zoe smirked, pouring a glass of wine and handing it to him.

“Then enjoy it.” Allen’s lips twitched, but he didn’t argue.

Shea, meanwhile, lit a candle-the soft, warm scent of vanilla and sandalwood filling the air.

Alice dimmed the lights, just enough to make the atmosphere softer, more intimate.

Then… music.

A slow, deep rhythm hummed through the room.

Something meant for relaxation.

Something meant to unwind.

Allen blinked, staring at them.

“What the hell did you all do with the real you?” Jane chuckled, sliding onto the couch beside him.

“We just realized we were fighting a losing battle.” “Mm.” Allen exhaled slowly as Larissa kneaded at his neck.

“Smart choice.” There was no smugness in his voice.

No teasing victory.

Just acceptance.

They weren’t losing.

They weren’t submitting.

They were choosing this.

And Allen knew it.

The next few minutes passed in a strange, comfortable silence.

The soft rustle of movement, the quiet clink of glassware, the occasional hum of approval from Allen as fingers worked into sore muscles.

He was genuinely relaxing.

Zoe watched him, watched the way his eyes fluttered slightly when fingers ran through his hair, the way his shoulders sagged as tension bled from his body.

“Wow,” she murmured.

“You actually look like you’re enjoying this.” Allen cracked an eye open.

“That surprises you?” “Yes,” Shea said flatly.

Allen huffed a soft laugh.

“You should know by now.

I’m a simple guy.

Give me a good massage, some food, some peace, and I’m set.” Bella smirked.

“Is that why you always let us think we’re in control, just so you can watch us squirm?” Allen tilted his head.

“Who said I let you?” Bella paused.

“…I hate you.” Allen just grinned, taking another sip of wine.

At some point, he leaned back completely, stretching, his harness pulling slightly, accentuating the lines of his chest.

Zoe caught the movement, and oh, she felt that.

She wasn’t the only one.

Vivian exhaled.

“This backfired on us in a completely different way.” Jane grinned.

“I don’t mind.” Alice groaned.

“Of course you don’t.” Allen let out a low, satisfied sigh, sinking further into the couch.

“Mm.

Keep this up, and I might actually consider keeping you all in my mansion.

I need this.” Zoe flicked his forehead.

“Please.

You’d be lost without us.” Allen smirked.

“Oh?

Is that what you think?” Larissa leaned down slightly, fingers pressing into his temples in slow, steady circles.

“Who else is going to keep you functioning like a normal human being?” Allen hummed, considering that.

“Good point.” They all laughed.

For the first time that day, there was no battle.

No games.

Just them, together, unwinding in their own strange, chaotic way.

The soft flicker of candlelight, the slow hum of relaxation music, the distant scent of aromatherapy.

The tension that had built up throughout the night had finally dissolved, leaving only the lingering warmth of comfort, indulgence, and… something else.

Something undeniable.

And the girls noticed it.

Their hands worked over his muscles, feeding him, massaging him, pampering him in a way they never had before.

But despite the peacefulness of the moment, there was one thing they couldn’t ignore.

That mound behind his jeans.

They exchanged glances-subtle, quick, but obvious.

Shea flicked her eyes toward Vivian.

Zoe nudged Jane, who nudged Alice, who shot a very pointed look at Bella.

And Bella, of course, just smirked.

It didn’t take long before the silent decision was made.

Vivian.

Because if anyone was going to take care of that… it had to be her.

She exhaled, taking a slow sip of wine, before leaning forward just slightly.

Her voice was smooth, calm, and completely intentional.

“Allen.” His half-lidded gaze flicked toward her, lazy, relaxed, but sharp enough to see right through her.

“Hm?” Vivian’s lips curled slightly as she set her glass down.

“Did you think we wouldn’t notice?” Allen’s brow raised just slightly.

“Notice what?” Shea rolled her eyes.

“Please.” Zoe sighed, flicking his belt lightly.

“This.

That.

You.” Allen hummed, amused, but didn’t say anything.

Vivian’s fingers trailed down the side of his arm, casual, deliberate.

“If you really want to relax…” she murmured, tilting her head, “then you need to unload everything.” Allen’s lips twitched.

“Oh?

So that’s what this is about?” Jane chuckled, sipping her wine.

“We’re just looking out for you, Allen.

Wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He gave them a look-that knowing, half-lidded, I-see-through-all-your-bullshit kind of look.

“You know,” he said, exhaling, “this would be more convincing if it wasn’t so obvious you all just want an excuse to do it.” Vivian smirked, unfazed.

“Maybe.” Allen sighed, tilting his head back.

“This is some kind of manipulation-” “And?” Vivian cut in smoothly.

“Is it working?” The girls held their breath.

Allen chuckled.

“Yeah.

Yeah, it is.” That was all she needed.

Vivian moved with deliberate slowness, fingers working over the very obvious bulge.

The belt was the first to go, unbuckled with a soft metallic clink.

Then the button.

Then the zipper.

Allen didn’t stop her.

He didn’t even move.

Just sat there, watching, waiting, letting them do exactly what they had planned.

When she finally pulled his jeans down, the girls inhaled in unison.

There it was.

Half-hard, heavy, unmistakable.

Vivian bit her lip, her fingers twitching just slightly, but she controlled herself.

Shea coughed lightly, looking away.

“Well, damn.” Zoe exhaled, covering her mouth.

“Okay, yeah.

That’s-” Jane grinned.

“I really want to milk that.” Alice facepalmed.

“Jane.” Bella smirked.

“What?

She’s not wrong.” Allen, meanwhile, just watched them.

“Like what you see?” he asked, voice way too amused.

Vivian exhaled through her nose, refocusing.

No distractions.

This was about him.

About relaxation.

She reached behind her back, her fingers undoing the clasp of her lingerie.

The straps slid down her shoulders, and just like that-her breasts were exposed.

Allen’s gaze darkened, but he still said nothing.

Vivian leaned forward, pressing his length between the warm, soft weight of her cleavage.

And then… she moved.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Slow.

Steady.

Smooth.

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