Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1562

Chapter 1562: You Look Like The Empire That Grew From It
Villain Ch 1562. You Look Like The Empire That Grew From It

He smirked, voice low and unhurried. “Still sure I’m impossible?”

Larissa leaned her head back against the wall, eyes narrowed—not in anger, but because she was trying to remember how to breathe. Her heart was beating like it had just finished a HIIT session and wasn’t sure if it survived.

“You know you shouldn’t cross the line…” she said, her voice husky despite the warning. “Because if you do…” Her hand pressed against his chest, half-heartedly. “Maybe I need to cancel my class.”

Allen’s eyes gleamed. Not with mischief. With heat.

He leaned closer again, breath brushing against her ear. “Now this…” he murmured, “this is the Larissa I know.”

She rolled her eyes—barely. “Don’t blame me for it.”

He didn’t pull back. Just trailed his fingers further down, skimming past her ribs. His palm found her hip, resting there with easy confidence. Not too tight. Not too loose. Just enough to remind her he was there. Just enough to ground her—and unground her all at once.

She swallowed. Her skin felt too hot. Her gym jacket suddenly too tight.

“You were too cute,” she whispered, almost accusing. “It made me feel like… like I wanted to mess you up a bit. Make you whine.”

Allen actually laughed. “I don’t whine.”

“Mmhmm.” She bit her lower lip, struggling to keep a straight face. “But you looked like it. All golden-boy, too-good-for-this-world vibes. The kind that makes people wanna baby you. Or corrupt you.”

His eyebrow twitched. “Still now?”

Larissa paused. Took him in.

His smirk. The way he stood with his legs slightly apart, arm caging her in without ever pressing too hard. That gaze—hot, focused, unwavering like she was the only person on Earth worth noticing.

She shook her head. “No.”

He tilted his head. “Then let me ask.” His voice softened just a touch. “Which is better? Me now… or before?”

Larissa stared at him. That was the problem. The way he asked that—like he genuinely wanted her answer. Like he’d bend or rise depending on what she said.

And he would. That was the worst part.

She reached up, brushing a stray drop of water off his temple. “Each has the charm,” she said, softer now. “But…”

She trailed off. Her fingers curled at the back of his neck, just resting there, playing with the edge of his damp hair.

“…the previous one,” she continued, “made you look like a ruin city. The kind I wanted to conquer.”

Allen’s lips twitched upward.

“But now?” she added, smirking. “Now you look like the empire that grew from it.”

Allen’s grip on her hip tightened just slightly, like her words had more weight than she expected. His expression—somewhere between pride and danger—deepened.

“I like that,” he said quietly. “I think I’ll keep both sides.”

Larissa shook her head, breathless again. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Too late.”

He kissed her again.

This time slower. Deeper.

It wasn’t rushed or hungry. It was full. Confident. Like he had all the time in the world to taste her, memorize the shape of her mouth, and remind her exactly who he was.

His hand moved again—up her back now, fingers splaying wide between her shoulder blades before sliding down to her waist, tugging her forward. She melted into him like gravity was a damn cheat code.

Her lips parted with a sigh, and Allen took full advantage, guiding the rhythm without ever overwhelming it.

Larissa lost track of time. Of space. Of why she’d even come to the gym in the first place.

The only thing she knew was the feel of his body pressed against hers, his mouth dragging fire across her skin, and the way her heart refused to calm the hell down.

When they finally broke apart again, both of them were breathing like they’d just sprinted uphill.

Allen rested his forehead against hers. “I still don’t whine,” he murmured.

Larissa smirked, voice low and teasing. “You came close.”

“Bull.”

“Came. Close.”

He grinned—then gave her hip one last squeeze before pulling back slightly.

Larissa straightened up, trying not to wobble like she hadn’t just had her entire system rebooted by one damn hallway kiss.

Allen leaned in one last time and kissed her forehead—so suddenly tender after all that heat, it disarmed her again.

The warmth of his lips lingered, soft where everything else had been sharp. It threw her off balance in the worst and best way.

“And you’re late to class, Coach,” he murmured against her skin.

Larissa blinked, still catching her breath, heart thudding like she’d just sprinted up five flights of stairs.

“…Right. Shit.”

Allen stepped back with a knowing smirk. “Better run.”

Larissa narrowed her eyes but couldn’t hold back the stupid grin creeping up her face. She grabbed the hem of his shirt, gave it a playful tug, and leaned up to whisper in his ear, “This isn’t over.”

He nodded once, slow and deliberate. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Then she slipped away, fast strides toward the locker room, ponytail swaying like a challenge. Her cheeks were flushed, her pulse still all over the place, and her mind was… scrambled. In the best way.

Allen exhaled slowly before rounding the corner again, every inch of his body humming.

Gerry was still there, planted like a damn wall, one leg up on a bench, doing what had to be the most dramatic hamstring stretch in gym history.

He spotted Allen and immediately squinted. The guy didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Just took in the smugness. The lazy satisfied swagger. The faint lipstick mark that somehow survived on Allen’s cheek.

Then he groaned. “You bastard.”

Allen clapped him on the shoulder, unapologetic. “Thanks for the cover.”

Gerry shook his head slowly. “Man, you disappear for two minutes and come back like you just won the final boss fight and got the legendary drop.”

Allen grinned wider. “Still wanna braid each other’s hair?”

“God, no. You’re unmanageable now.” Gerry grabbed his bag with an exaggerated sigh. “Let’s go eat before you make someone else fall in love with you by accident.”

Allen slung his bag over his shoulder. “No promises.”

Gerry muttered, “I’m gonna start carrying a spray bottle for you, I swear.”

They walked toward the gym exit, one looking smug, the other defeated—and both very, very hungry.