Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1557

Chapter 1557: I’m Not Built For That Kind of Trap

Villain Ch 1557. I’m Not Built For That Kind of Trap

By the time Allen rolled into the gym parking lot, the sun was still stretching its arms across the skyline. The streets were quiet, and even the morning traffic hadn’t fully woken up yet. He killed the engine, pulled off his helmet, and took a breath.

Still crisp. Still clean.

The scent of metal and rubber hit him the moment he stepped inside the gym’s automatic glass doors. Lights were already on, casting cool, sterile tones across the sea of machines and racks. Music thumped low in the background—some EDM beat with just enough bass to vibrate in your sternum. But the place was nearly empty.

Exactly how he liked it.

No eyes. No chatter. Just reps and rhythm.

He didn’t spot Gerry anywhere. That wasn’t surprising—he did wake him up at six, after all. The guy was probably still throwing on pants in a half-daze, muttering curses about him.

Allen dropped his gym bag into one of the sleek black lockers and keyed in the code. The click of the lock engaged with a solid thunk.

Then he stretched.

Back arched. Arms wide. Shoulders cracking like fireworks after a long winter.

“Alright,” he muttered under his breath. “Let’s get it.”

Warm-up first—he didn’t skip it, no matter how good the mood was. Twenty reps of dynamic shoulder rolls, high knees, bodyweight squats, then some band pulls to wake up his upper back.

By the time he walked over to the dumbbell rack, he was rolling into that zone—calm focus, tunnel vision. He started his first set on an incline bench. Light weight, just form checks. Clean reps. Focused breath.

And then…

“Allen, right?”

The voice cut through his concentration like an unexpected Discord ping in the middle of a boss fight.

He blinked, sat up, and turned.

Two girls stood beside the cable machines, both wearing matching seamless gym sets—one in wine red, the other in soft blue. The one who spoke had her hair tied up in a slick high ponytail. Cute. Confident. The kind who knew she looked good in a crop top and made eye contact like it was a weapon.

Allen took a second before the name clicked.

Lila.

Sophia’s gym friend.

And right now, she had a look in her eyes like a cat who found a box she wasn’t supposed to open.

“Lila, right?” Allen said, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his forearm.

She beamed. “Oh wow, you remember. That’s rare.”

Allen shrugged with a crooked grin. “I’ve been told I have good memory for names.”

Lila laughed. “Okay, low blow.”

The other girl—taller, leaner, with a platinum blonde bob—smiled politely, but her eyes were doing a full-body scan like she was calculating muscle density for science.

“We saw you walk in,” she said smoothly, a familiar grin tugging at her lips. “Didn’t think I’d catch you here this early.”

Allen gave her a crooked smirk, grabbing his towel from the bench. “I could say the same about you.”

Lila stepped a little closer, her wine-red gym top catching the light just enough to show she knew exactly how good she looked. “Only show up early when I have good motivation.”

Allen chuckled under his breath. “Let me guess—free protein samples?”

“Well, that and…” Her gaze dipped briefly to his arms, then back to his face. “The gym’s empty, and I was hoping you were flying solo today.”

Allen raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

Lila nudged her friend subtly. “We were just about to start a new program. Chest day. Heavy lifts. And we kinda need a spotter.”

Allen tilted his head, reading her tone, her smile. Familiar, sure. But definitely turned up today.

“I’m waiting for someone,” he said casually. “He’s just fashionably late. As usual.”

Lila pouted a little. “What, you don’t want to help two poor, innocent gym girls stay safe?”

Allen shook his head, still smiling. “Tempting. But no. I’m locked in today. Focus mode.”

The other girl nodded. “It’d be a shame to lift without one. You know, for safety.”

Allen smiled politely. “I get it. But nah, I’m good. Gotta stay in my own rhythm.”

Lila pouted. “Oh, come on. Just for one set?”

Allen shook his head, chuckling. “If I say yes to ‘one set,’ it turns into ten.” ‘And I’m not built for that kind of trap,’ he wanted to add that but he decided to play safe.

The blonde laughed at that, a soft, breathy sound that lingered a little too long. She twirled a strand of her platinum hair around her finger, her gaze drifting not just across Allen’s face—but lower. Like she was checking the definition of his abs under the outfit and deciding if the clothes were a crime against humanity.

Lila tilted her hip just slightly as she leaned against the dumbbell rack, her arm brushing his as if by accident. The move was casual—intentional in its casualness. Her gym top clung in all the right places, and the way she crossed one leg over the other felt more like a photo pose than a stance.

“Oooh. Trying to act mysterious and dangerous, huh?” Lila teased, dragging the words out with a half-lidded smile. “That’s hot.”

Allen chuckled again, not unkindly, but the distance in his posture was clear. He took half a step back—not rude, but definitive. His towel hung around his neck now, his fingers loosely gripping the ends. “Maybe. But I’m still not your spotter.”

The blonde shifted her weight, adjusting her top with a stretch that seemed more about the visual than necessity.

Lila grinned, playful and mildly disappointed, like someone who had tossed a coin and called the wrong side. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

“You miss all the shots you don’t take,” Allen quipped. He lifted a dumbbell and gave her a raised eyebrow. “But you also miss chest day if you keep stalling.”

That finally made both girls laugh—genuinely this time.

“Alright, alright,” Lila said, backing off with a smirk. “We’ll let you be disciplined or whatever.”

She rolled her eyes. “We’ll let you keep your bro-code solitude.” Then, under her breath with a smirk, “For now.”

The two of them walked off, hips swaying just a bit more than necessary.

Allen exhaled slowly and refocused on his set.

“Yup… I definitely need Gerry,” he muttered.