Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1454

Chapter 1454: Doting The Emperor [Part 4]
Villain Ch 1454. Doting The Emperor [Part 4]

Allen groaned. “That’s not the takeaway here.”

Vivian, still smirking, reached for a slice of fruit, popping it into her mouth as she watched him. “Okay. Be honest. You like being taken care of but you don’t want to feel like we’re treating you like a kid. Right?”

Allen exhaled, nodding. “Yeah.”

Vivian hummed. “So… we need to spoil you in a way that makes you feel wanted, not helpless.”

Allen blinked.

That was… surprisingly insightful.

The girls exchanged glances again, this time more serious, as if actually trying to find a balance that worked.

Then Zoe grinned. “Okay. What if we keep feeding, but we change the vibe?”

Allen raised an eyebrow. “How?”

Zoe leaned in, her fingers grazing lightly down his arm, slow, teasing, deliberate. “Less doting. More… sensual.”

Larissa smirked. “Ooooh. I like that.”

Jane grinned. “Oh, now that is something I can get behind.”

Allen narrowed his eyes. “And how exactly are you planning to do that?”

Alice, already shifting closer, grinned. “You’ll see.”

Allen exhaled sharply, his pulse kicking up a notch. ‘Shit.’

This was about to be something else.

Zoe smirked, shifting closer, her fingers trailing down his arm, light as a whisper. The touch itself wasn’t the problem—it was where it was leading. Slow, deliberate, teasing. Like she wasn’t just touching him, but marking every movement, every reaction, as if she were studying him for a response.

And it wasn’t just her.

Vivian sat beside him, her palm resting against his thigh, thumb lazily tracing circles over the fabric of his nightwear. The heat of her hand bled through the thin material, sinking into his skin. She wasn’t gripping him. Wasn’t holding him down. But the weight of it? The placement? It was enough to make his body tense instinctively, the anticipation winding through his veins like a slow-burning fuse.

Bella, seated on his other side, reached for a piece of steak, dipping it into a rich, savory sauce before lifting it toward his lips. “Open up,” she murmured, her voice playful, but with an unmistakable edge to it.

Allen swallowed, forcing himself to breathe evenly, to not react too much. He parted his lips slightly, letting her slip the bite in. The moment the meat touched his tongue, the flavor flooded his senses—smoky, buttery, with just the right amount of spice. He barely had time to process it before another hand brushed against his stomach, just beneath his ribs.

Shea.

Her nails scraped lightly, a slow, deliberate drag downward, following the ridges of his toned abdomen. Not enough to tickle. Just enough to taunt.

Allen tensed.

The atmosphere in the room shifted.

The teasing had always been there, but this? This was different.

They weren’t just doting on him anymore. They were toying with him.

Alice leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. “You’re so quiet,” she whispered, voice laced with amusement. “That means you like it, doesn’t it?”

Allen clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching against the sheets. “I like eating in peace.”

Zoe chuckled, dragging her nails along the inside of his wrist. “Mmm. Liar.”

A soft hum of approval from Larissa, who had taken her place at the edge of the bed, watching him carefully, her sharp eyes gleaming in the dim light. “He’s trying so hard to stay still,” she mused, reaching for a skewer of grilled vegetables. “But his breathing gives him away.”

Allen inhaled through his nose, slow and controlled.

He hated how well they knew him.

Vivian’s fingers pressed against his thigh, her touch dangerously close to where his patience was already running thin. “Still doing okay, Allen?” she asked, her tone dripping with mock concern.

Allen exhaled sharply.

It was too much.

The featherlight touches. The lingering hands that refused to move away. The deliberate way they fed him, watched him, studied every little reaction with wicked smiles and playful teasing.

They were pushing him.

Testing how long he’d last.

He knew it.

They knew it.

Bella trailed her fingers over his forearm, tilting her head. “You’re not twitching yet, so I’d say we’re still in the safe zone.”

Alice giggled, her fingers skimming over his jawline before tipping his chin slightly. “So controlled,” she murmured, running a thumb over his lower lip. “Are we not doing enough?”

His patience snapped.

Allen moved before he could think.

One moment, he was letting them toy with him, sitting there like some obedient, pampered prince. The next?

He wasn’t.

His hand shot out, catching Alice’s wrist before she could pull away. The playful glint in her eyes shifted—just slightly. Not fear. Not hesitation. But surprise.

Then? Anticipation.

The room went silent.

Allen’s grip tightened, firm but not rough, as he pulled her closer, forcing her balance to tip until she was practically against him.

Alice’s breath hitched—just a little.

That was all it took.

Allen moved.

The teasing atmosphere? Gone.

He didn’t hesitate, shifting forward, fingers trailing over Vivian’s wrist before gripping it, pinning it against his thigh to stop her wandering hands. His other arm wrapped around Bella’s waist, pulling her in close enough that she let out a soft gasp of surprise.

“Enough,” Allen murmured, his voice low. Steady. Commanding.

The weight of his presence shifted.

No longer indulging. No longer tolerating.

Now? He was the one in control.

The girls didn’t pull away.

They didn’t resist.

They leaned in.

Larissa smirked, eyes gleaming. “Oh? You finally wake up.”

Shea let out a slow, amused exhale. “Guess we did push him too far.”

Allen’s grip on Alice’s wrist loosened slightly, just enough for her to move—but not enough for her to escape. Not that she wanted to.

She licked her lips, looking up at him with something dangerously close to hunger. “So,” she purred, “what now?”

Allen exhaled, rolling his shoulders.

His muscles ached from being still for so long.

And now?

Now, it was their turn to sit still.

Because he was done being played with.

He was going to return the favor.

And he was going to ruin them for it.