Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1449

Chapter 1449: Dinner Before Dinner
Villain Ch 1449. Dinner Before Dinner

Alice’s smirk returned. “That’s what I thought.”

The girls exchanged glances.

Larissa clicked her tongue. “You’re really letting her win this one, huh?”

Zoe shrugged, smirking. “Hey, if he needs it, he needs it.”

But Jane?

Jane didn’t say anything. She just stared at Allen. And in that moment, she knew.

Oh, yes. She caught it instantly.

Allen hadn’t said a word about the call from his mom earlier, but Jane could tell. Even if he looked calm on the outside, Jane knew Allen was the type to bottle things up, to bury things deep, pretending it didn’t matter.

But inside?

Inside, it was probably a raging storm. Her eyes flicked over him, catching the subtle signs.

The way his shoulders held a little more tension than usual.

The way his fingers twitched slightly against Alice’s waist.

The way his breathing was just a little more controlled than normal, like he was holding something back.

And Jane?

Jane wasn’t having it. “You know…” she said suddenly, her voice softer than usual. “You just need to let it go, Allen.”

Allen’s gaze flickered to her, unreadable. “What?”

Jane let out a slow breath, folding her arms. “I know you’re tired. But maybe… if we were the ones doing most of the work for once, you wouldn’t be as tired as usual.”

The room went silent.

Larissa gave her a confused look. “Are you serious? I mean… why?”

Vivian huffed, shaking her head. “Jane, this isn’t the time to joke.”

But when they turned to Jane, she wasn’t grinning. She wasn’t joking at all. Her expression was serious, her eyes laced with something deeper—worry.

Like she was trying to tell them something without saying it outright.

Like she had figured something out that the others hadn’t yet.

Shea narrowed her eyes, studying her. “Jane?”

Jane exhaled, glancing back at Allen.

Then, softly, Shea said, “Something happened, didn’t it?”

Allen didn’t respond.

Didn’t deny it.

Didn’t confirm it.

Just stared at her, his gaze steady but guarded.

And Jane knew she was right. She let out a small sigh, her lips pressing together. “You never ask for anything.”

The others shifted slightly, catching onto the change in atmosphere.

Alice—who was still sitting on Allen’s lap—glanced up at him, her fingers lightly tracing small patterns against his chest, as if she had already figured it out too.

Jane continued, her tone calm but unwavering. “You handle everything. You lead. You fight. You do all the work. But when do you actually—” She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “—let someone take care of you for once?”

Allen tilted his head slightly, unreadable. “I don’t need to be taken care of.”

Jane exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “That’s not the point, Allen.”

She glanced at the others, then back at him. “Your love language is physical touch.”

Allen stiffened slightly. The others froze, realizing what Jane was implying.

And yeah.

Yeah, she was right.

Maybe it was because of his past.

Maybe it was because of the way he grew up.

But Allen always responded to physical affection—even if he never asked for it directly.

He always let them cling to him, never pushing them away.

He always relaxed the most when someone was holding onto him—whether it was Alice wrapping herself around him, Zoe draping a hand over his shoulders, or Larissa leaning against him in a lazy embrace.

He never said it outright, but his body always spoke for him.

And after whatever happened today?

After that call from his mom?

Jane was willing to bet that Allen wasn’t just tired. He was drained. And maybe— Maybe he wanted to be pampered too. But somehow, he couldn’t voice it.

So Jane just sighed and walked over, plopping herself down next to him.

Then— She grabbed his wrist and pulled it into her lap, tracing absentminded circles on the back of his hand.

Allen stared at her, raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

Jane didn’t look up, just kept tracing small patterns, her voice completely casual. “Giving you what you won’t ask for.”

It was kinda weird. But even Allen couldn’t laugh at it. No one laughed at her.

Alice snickered, smirking. “Oh? What, so you wanna cuddle him too now?”

Jane rolled her eyes, still not looking up. “It’s not about that. It’s about emotionally constipated, idiot.”

Allen huffed. “I’m not emotionally constipated.”

Jane gave him a look.

Allen sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “…Fine.”

Larissa crossed her arms, glancing at him. “You’re not gonna fight it?”

Allen exhaled. “No point.”

Vivian chuckled, leaning back. “Well, at least Jane’s got him figured out.”

Zoe smirked. “Yeah, yeah. So? What now? Group cuddle?”

Bella groaned. “For the love of—”

Alice grinned, still perched on Allen’s lap. “I mean, I’m already here. Might as well go all in.”

Allen shook his head, exhaling through his nose. “Fine. Just do what you want.”

He leaned back, his body relaxing into the cushions, his legs still aching from earlier. He wasn’t going to fight it. Didn’t want to fight it.

But he wasn’t going to move either.

“I’m not making a move.” His voice was calm, but there was an undeniable undertone of anticipation. “My legs still ache.”

The girls exchanged looks, smirks playing on their lips as they closed in on him like a pack of hunters cornering their prey.

Larissa raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. “So you’re just going to let us do whatever?”

Allen shrugged. “You’re my spotter, Larissa. If I pass out, don’t let me die.”

Larissa’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “You can count on me.”

Shea glanced at the others, her grin turning wicked. “Alright, you heard him. Looks like we’re having a little pre-dinner feast.”

Zoe chuckled. “I like dinner before dinner.”

Vivian leaned down, her fingers brushing against Allen’s jawline, her lips hovering near his ear as she purred. “You should really be careful what you agree to, Emperor.”

The shift in the air was instant.

Warm hands. Soft fingertips. Featherlight touches.

They descended on him, surrounding him, teasing him, trapping him in their heat.