Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1456

Chapter 1456: I Can’t Feel My Legs
Villain Ch 1456. I Can’t Feel My Legs

The next morning, Allen woke up to the distinct feeling of regret.

Not the kind that came from bad decisions, but the kind that settled deep in his bones—the type that whispered, ‘you did something insane, and now you’re paying for it.’

His eyes cracked open, barely. The room was dim, the golden light of morning filtering through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows over the chaotic mess around him. His brain hadn’t fully rebooted yet, everything still sluggish and blurred, and for a moment, all he could think was— ‘Where the hell am I?’

He frowned, forcing himself to sit up, only for a sharp, burning ache to radiate through his thighs. His whole body protested the movement, muscles stiff, overworked, a dull soreness pulsing through him like an aftershock.

He winced.

“…Yup… shouldn’t have done that crazy thing,” he muttered under his breath.

And then his memory kicked back in.

‘Right.’ He wasn’t in his own room.

He was in Shea’s room.

Allen ran a hand through his disheveled hair, blinking slowly as he took in the absolute disaster surrounding him. Clothes—everywhere.

The bedsheets? Twisted, tangled, ruined. Empty water bottles, discarded condom wrappers, pillows knocked to the floor, the faint scent of sweat and lingering perfume clinging to the air like a reminder of last night’s insanity.

His gaze flicked across the bed, where they were still asleep.

Jane was sprawled out on her stomach, one arm hanging off the edge of the mattress. Bella had somehow curled up against Zoe’s back, while Shea was half-buried under the blankets, only her messy hair visible. Alice had draped herself over Larissa, completely unbothered, and Vivian—Vivian was still clinging to him, her face buried against his side, her bare leg tangled with his.

It was too much warmth. Too much everything.

His body ached.

Not in a good way.

Not in the “Wow, that was amazing” kind of way.

No.

This was the “I feel like I just came back from a goddamn marathon” kind of way.

Allen groaned, rubbing his face. ‘Why did I let this happen?’

Sure, the girls had made sure he wasn’t moving too much, but still… that didn’t mean he wasn’t completely wrecked.

His thighs burned. His back felt tight. And his legs— Yup. His legs were officially out of commission.

He sat there for a moment, staring blankly at the floor, feeling the soreness settle in deeper. If this was how he felt now, he didn’t even want to think about how bad it would get once he actually stood up.

‘Leg day is canceled.’

Nope. Not happening. Not this week. Maybe not even next week.

Gerry was going to kill him.

Allen sighed through his nose, shaking his head. “I need a damn stretcher.”

A soft groan came from beside him, followed by a lazy yawn.

Vivian shifted, her grip on his waist tightening slightly before she blinked up at him, eyes still heavy with sleep. “Mmm… morning.”

Allen gave her a tired look. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Vivian chuckled, voice husky. “That’s ’cause we broke you.”

He groaned. “Don’t sound so proud of it.”

Vivian only smirked, stretching her arms above her head, the movement causing the blankets to shift just enough for him to catch a glimpse of bare skin before she casually pulled the sheets back over herself. “You enjoyed it.”

Allen didn’t deny it.

But he also didn’t confirm it.

Instead, he sighed. “I think I actually need a damn wheelchair.”

A sleepy grumble came from somewhere under the blankets, and then Shea’s voice, muffled. “S’fine. We’ll carry you.”

Allen gave the pile of blankets a blank stare. “I would rather crawl.”

Another groggy voice—this time Jane, her words slurred with sleep. “You brought this on yourself,” she giggled.

Allen wanted to argue.

But she was right.

He did not pace himself. He did not think about the consequences. And now?

Now he was paying the price.

His stomach growled suddenly, the deep ache of hunger cutting through the soreness, reminding him that yeah, he needed food.

Zoe stretched beside Bella, her eyes still closed. “Mmm. Someone’s hungry.”

Allen exhaled. “Yeah. Because you guys drained everything out of me.”

Larissa finally cracked an eye open, smirking. “That was the goal.”

Allen threw his head back against the pillow with a thud. “You’re all monsters.”

Bella chuckled softly, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Maybe. But we’re your monsters, so deal with it.”

Allen groaned.

Then, reluctantly, he forced himself to sit up further, his muscles screaming in protest. The soreness spread through his lower body, and when he tried to move his legs— Nope.

Not happening.

He hissed under his breath, gripping the sheets. “Yup. I’m done.”

Vivian laughed, leaning in to press a kiss to his shoulder. “Want me to carry you to breakfast?”

Allen shot her a look.

Shea finally emerged from her blanket cocoon, eyes still drowsy. “Mmm. Actually, breakfast sounds really good.”

Alice stretched, groaning. “Do we have to move?”

Jane yawned. “We could order Sebastian to bring food up here.”

Bella smirked. “That’s so lazy.”

Larissa waved a hand. “And?”

Bella hummed. “Yeah. Let’s just do that.”

Allen sighed. “I hate how efficient you guys are at avoiding effort.”

Vivian smirked. “You’re just mad because you can’t move.”

Allen clicked his tongue. She wasn’t wrong. But he sure as hell wasn’t going to say it out loud.

Instead, he grabbed the closest pillow and threw it at her face.

Vivian laughed as it hit her, and the others groaned, shifting groggily in the sheets as the morning laziness settled in deeper.

And as much as Allen hated to admit it…

This?

This wasn’t so bad.

Even if his legs were completely useless.

Allen groaned, rubbing his eyes. “What the hell was I thinking?” he murmured.

Zoe rolled over. She leaned up on one elbow, watching him with amused, sleepy eyes. “Having regrets already?”

He turned his head, catching her teasing smile. “Just regretting my choices slightly,” he muttered.

Vivian, curled next to him, yawned softly, stretching until her back popped. She tilted her head, dark eyes glimmering with amusement. “Only slightly?”

“Maybe a bit more than slightly,” he admitted, rubbing his aching thigh. “Seriously, my legs feel like jelly.”