Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1453

Chapter 1453: Doting The Emperor [Part 3]
Villain Ch 1453. Doting The Emperor [Part 3]

It was nice, too nice. Warmth coiled in his chest, the kind that made his limbs feel heavy but his heart a little too light. It was that strange sensation of wanting to melt into it completely while also wanting to groan and tell them to stop treating him like some helpless prince in a tower.

Jane smirked, watching him closely. “Okay… Why are you sighing?”

Allen blinked, realizing too late that, yeah—he had sighed again.

Jane raised an eyebrow, leaning in. “Don’t you like it?”

Allen forced himself to keep his expression neutral, chewing slowly, buying himself a second before answering. But the truth was, yes—he liked it. He liked it too much.

Still, his pride wasn’t about to admit that. Instead, he cleared his throat. “I feel like a baby. I’m a grown man.”

Zoe chuckled, tearing off a piece of garlic butter shrimp before tossing it into her mouth. “You aren’t a baby.” She licked her fingers before smirking. “Babies don’t eat steak. Babies drink milk.”

Vivian tapped her chin thoughtfully. “A toddler might be more suitable.”

Allen groaned. “That doesn’t make it better.”

Shea shot him a slow grin. “Oh? So you do want to be a baby, huh? Fine. I can give you some milk. Right from the source.”

She started pulling at the hem of her top, the teasing lilt in her voice unmistakable, but before she could go further, Larissa snorted and smacked her arm.

“Let him eat first,” Larissa deadpanned. “We can do that later.”

Shea pouted dramatically but backed off, popping a roasted vegetable into her mouth instead.

Bella grinned, reaching for another bite-sized piece of meat. “Now, open your mouth again.” She lifted the food, her smirk widening. “Say ah~”

Allen narrowed his eyes at her but sighed through his nose. No point fighting it at this point. He let his mouth part slightly, accepting the bite.

It was good—really good, actually. The smoky taste of grilled steak, rich with butter and a hint of herbs, mixed perfectly with the sweetness of the roasted garlic sauce drizzled over it. It practically melted on his tongue.

But the act of being fed like this?

It was embarrassing as hell.

Not because he disliked it. No, that was the problem—he liked it. Too much.

His body was relaxed, his muscles loose, his usual guarded posture completely broken. That guarded part of him was lying flat on his back, completely tamed under the warmth and their attention.

And it was messing with his head.

On one hand, his inner child was eating this up, absolutely thriving under the attention, the care, the gentle teasing that didn’t come with expectations or anything. That little part of him that had always craved comfort, that had never quite gotten the chance to just be taken care of—yeah, that part was happy.

But his adult self? Oh, he was dying. Dying of sheer secondhand embarrassment for himself.

‘What the hell am I doing? I’m a grown man, I don’t need them to feed me.’

And yet—he wasn’t stopping them.

Allen exhaled slowly, shifting slightly, his fingers clenching and unclenching. “You guys are having way too much fun with this.”

Alice grinned, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Of course we are.”

Shea, still chewing, smirked. “Why wouldn’t we? It’s adorable.”

Allen groaned. “Don’t call me that.”

Zoe chuckled, licking her fingers. “Then stop being adorable.”

Larissa sighed, nibbling on a piece of fruit. “Not happening. Look at you.”

Allen frowned. “What about me?”

Jane grinned. “You’re totally relaxed. You haven’t even tried to move in like five minutes.”

Allen huffed but didn’t argue, because yeah—he was relaxed. Maybe more than he had been in a long time. It was too easy to just let go.

Vivian, smirking, picked up a slice of grilled chicken and pressed it to his lips. “Come on. Eat.”

Allen sighed again—damn it—but opened his mouth.

Vivian’s smirk widened. “Good boy.”

Allen groaned, rubbing his temples.

Bella laughed, plopping a piece of roasted chicken into her mouth. “Aw~ You love us.”

And that was the problem. He did love them. Every single one of these ridiculous, impossible, infuriating women.

The warmth of the room, the scent of rich food mixed with the lingering heat of their bodies, the soft press of their weight against him—it was all too comfortable. Too indulgent. And then Alice leaned in, brushing a featherlight kiss against his cheek before pulling back, grinning.

Allen stiffened slightly.

Alice smirked. “What? You got a problem with that too?”

He cleared his throat, trying to shove down the weird, conflicted feeling twisting in his gut. “Uh… how about treating me… less childish than this?”

Zoe raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Less childish?”

Allen sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “I mean… something that can, y’know, make my kid side happy without making my adult side want to die from cringe?” He shifted slightly, looking genuinely conflicted. “Because right now? I feel like I’m gonna die from cringe.”

The girls exchanged glances.

They weren’t mocking him—no, this was different. They were actually trying to understand what he meant.

Then Jane’s eyes lit up. “Oh! I got it!”

Allen tensed. ‘Why do I feel like I should be worried?’

Jane grinned, sitting up straighter. “How about we keep feeding you… while one of us milks you?”

Allen nearly choked on air. “What the hell, Jane—”

Larissa, still chewing a skewer, froze. Then, without even blinking, she reached over and nudged Jane’s arm, deadpan. “You literally just ate his semen.”

Jane smirked, unfazed. “Yeah? And?” She held up her hands in mock surrender, laughing. “Relax! I wasn’t saying me! It could be someone else.”

Vivian snorted, shaking her head. “He isn’t a cow.”

Jane pouted. “Well, yeah, obviously. But it’d kill two birds with one stone! Feeding and stress relief.”

Zoe groaned, rubbing her temples. “We need a better idea.”

Bella, clearly entertained, leaned in. “How about we ask Allen?”

Zoe tilted her head, smirking. “Yeah. What do you want?”

Allen blinked. “You’re asking me?”

Alice chuckled, resting her chin on her palm. “What, not used to making decisions?”

Allen sighed, rubbing his temple. “I am, but my brain is already short-circuiting from all of this.”

Larissa smirked. “That means we’re doing a great job.”