Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1664. I Need a Real Romeo and Juliet Story

Emma grinned devilishly, waving her fork like a pointer stick. "Yeah. Mila, right? The one from Sterlinghart's side."

He sighed. "Yeah. But why cow?"

Emma gave him that 'you know exactly why' look, leaned closer, and said shamelessly.

"She's got those big boobies like a cow, duh. I mean—seriously." She cupped her own chest dramatically. "Wonder if they've got milk."

Allen nearly choked on his drink. "Emma…"

She pouted then, sighing. "Well... mine's kinda… not really growing." She sobbed exaggeratedly. "Wonder if they'll get bigger later."

She stabbed the poor innocent cupcake with her fork again, taking another aggressive bite like the frosting personally offended her genetics.

Allen tried to reach for the caramelized rose cupcake — his pick earlier — but Emma slapped his hand away like a security guard.

"Nope. You get that one." She nudged the simplest vanilla one toward him. "Be grateful."

Allen tsked. "Unbelievable."

Still, he took the plain one, biting into it.

And then paused.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Oh.

"...Wait, this is actually really good."

Emma smirked proudly. "Right? I told you. Totally worth smuggling."

Allen let the frosting melt on his tongue, and for a few seconds, both of them just enjoyed the quiet sweetness.

But of course, the silence never lasted long with her.

"So…" Emma's voice slid into that dangerously curious tone again. "What's your plan with her?"

Allen glanced sideways. "You're relentless."

She grinned. "I'm invested. Don't blame me."

Allen exhaled. "There's not really a 'plan.'"

Emma narrowed her eyes. "Bullshit."

Allen chuckled under his breath. "I mean it." He rested his elbow on the chair's armrest, swirling his drink lazily. "Mila's situation isn't simple. Neither is mine."

He paused, his voice turning softer, more thoughtful.

"I'm just taking my time. Carefully. Testing where the safe lines are. Letting her come to me, one step at a time."

Emma hummed, staring at him for a moment before nodding slowly.

"That's… actually smart." She sighed dramatically, flopping backward on the couch like her soul had physically left her body. "Though super boring for someone like me who lives for drama."

She raised both arms toward the ceiling like she was summoning a storm god.

"I mean — where's the forbidden love? The reckless passion? The wild scandal??" She turned to Allen, eyes wide with exaggerated sorrow. "I need a real Romeo and Juliet story, Allen. You know — secret rendezvous! Family feuds! Dramatic confessions in the rain! Someone sneaking into someone else's balcony at 3 AM while their angry fathers threaten war!"

She clutched her chest, falling sideways into the plush pillows like a dying noblewoman.

"But noooo—" she continued, voice full of tragic agony. "Instead, I get you sitting here sipping tea, planning slow moves like you're playing chess with a girlfriend application form."

Allen stared at her, completely deadpan. "You want me to climb her balcony?"

Emma immediately perked up, grinning. "Yes! Now you're getting it!"

Allen shook his head with a sigh. "You really should consider writing telenovelas."

Emma's eyes sparkled. "I can't believe I'm hearing this… from you." She pointed dramatically at him. "A harem author — an erotic one, even."

Allen groaned. "Shut up."

But of course, she didn't.

"Or…" Emma's grin widened into something fully unhinged now. She leaned forward, lowering her voice as if delivering a scandalous secret.

"You can, like—" She paused, raising her hand and making an unmistakable obscene gesture with her fingers. "You know… impregnate her."

Allen stared at her, blinking in utter disbelief. "What. The. Hell."

Emma burst into laughter, barely able to contain herself. "Okay, okay! I'm joking." She wiped a fake tear from her eye. "Calm down. They'll sue us if you actually do that right now."

Allen rubbed his temples, completely done. "You're impossible."

Emma only grinned more. "If you ever get caught sneaking into her balcony, though? I'm telling Dad I fully support you."

Allen smirked. "You'll get your drama eventually. Don't worry."

Emma leaned back, licking a bit of frosting from her lip. "You really like her though, don't you?"

Allen didn't answer immediately. His smile stayed faint, but there was a softness behind his eyes.

"Yeah," he finally said quietly. "I do. She has this… innocent quality. I can't explain it. But yeah, also a bit wicked since she almost kidnapped me once. I won't forget that."

Emma smiled wide, almost proud now. "Well then. Let's pray this won't turn into a war."

Allen exhaled with that faint, tired grin. "Hopefully not."

But of course, knowing his life? A little war always had a habit of knocking on his door.

Emma, still grinning, pushed the cupcake box closer to him. "Here. You've earned another one for enduring my genius infiltration."

Allen didn't hesitate. He grabbed one of the fancier ones this time — the one with the tiny edible gold leaf perched on top — and took a slow bite. The soft frosting practically melted on his tongue.

"Damn…" he mumbled mid-chew. "These really are stupidly good."

"Told you." Emma leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm like she was watching some drama unfold. "Next time I see this patisserie trending, I'm buying the whole damn shop."

Allen raised a brow, deadpan. "Chef Michael's going to kill you one of these days."

Emma shrugged with zero guilt. "I can live with that."

Allen reached again — this time swiping two more cupcakes without a hint of hesitation.

Emma's eyes widened. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! You already had two earlier!"

Allen casually stood up, balancing the two stolen cupcakes in his hands. "I'm reallocating the inventory."

Emma groaned, throwing a cushion at him as he headed toward the door. "You greedy thief! You're supposed to be the responsible sibling!"

"Responsible for making sure they don't go stale, yes." Allen smirked, effortlessly dodging the cushion as if it was beneath him.

As he reached the doorway, he paused—then stuck his tongue out at her like a mischievous child and pretended to bite into both cupcakes at once.

Emma gasped dramatically. "You wouldn't!"

But right before stepping fully out, Allen placed one of the cupcakes neatly on the small decorative table near the door. He glanced back, smirking.

"See? I left you one. I'm not that cruel."

Emma huffed but smiled anyway. "Next time I'm locking the box."

Allen chuckled as he walked off. "You can try."

And with that, he vanished down the hallway.