Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 999. His Seduction "What's the matter?" Allen asked, his voice low and challenging, the tone carrying a hint of amusement. He took a step closer to them, his movements slow and casual, enjoying the way their eyes followed him. "Do you like what you see?" he baited them, his smirk turning into a full, confident grin. The question was loaded with implication, and the girls seemed momentarily stunned by it. They had been the ones teasing and tempting all night, but now Allen had turned the tables, and they weren't sure how to respond. Vivian was the first to recover, though just barely. She met Allen's gaze with a steady, though slightly unsteady, look. "I think we underestimated you," she said, her voice softer than usual, tinged with admiration and something else—a hunger she couldn't quite hide. She was surprised and also didn't understand how it suddenly turned like this. How could they possibly feel hot just from seeing him like this? Allen chuckled, his smirk deepening with satisfaction as he watched Vivian shift slightly. "Maybe a little," he conceded, enjoying the way her eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—admiration, excitement, and a touch of vulnerability. He could tell that his confident display was having the desired effect, and it only fueled his desire to push the boundaries further. Allen's smirk remained firmly in place as he took another éclair from the plate, this one untouched by the Love Chocolate. But instead of taking a bite, he let his tongue flick out, gently licking the cream that oozed from between the layers of pastry. The way he did it was calculated, teasing, as he made sure the girls could see every movement, every stroke of his tongue as it lapped up the cream. The girls watched him with wide eyes, their attention fully captured by the sensual display. Allen's tongue moved languidly, mixing the cream with his saliva, and the sight was enough to send their minds racing to far less innocent places. Shea felt her composure slipping. She shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together. She could feel a wave of heat surge through her. She tried to control her breathing, but it was no use—her body was reacting on its own, and she could feel the tension low in her belly. Zoe found herself unable to tear her eyes away from Allen's mouth. She bit her lower lip, her face flushing. The way Allen licked the cream, made her pulse race. She could feel a tingling warmth spreading through her body. Instinctively, she folded her legs, squeezing them together in a futile attempt to quell the growing arousal. Vivian was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her usual cool. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. Bella and Alice felt an unfamiliar shyness creeping over them and also did the same thing. Jane watched Allen with wide eyes, her thoughts swirling with images that made her pulse quicken. She bit down on her finger, trying to suppress a moan that threatened to escape. Allen could see the effect he was having on them, the way their bodies responded to his teasing. He let his gaze sweep over them, taking in their flushed faces, their shifting positions, the way they tried to control their reactions but failed. "So," Allen began, his voice low and smooth as he finally spoke. "Should we continue the dinner? Or should we do something else?" He brought the eclair closer to his mouth and ate it whole. The girls were silent for a while. Zoe, still blushing deeply, finally found her voice, though it was barely above a whisper. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her body was practically buzzing with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. "Maybe… maybe we could start the game," she blurted out, the words escaping her mouth before she could fully process them. The moment they left her lips, Zoe realized her mistake, but it was too late. Her eyes widened slightly, and she bit her lip, suddenly very aware of the room's silence. The other girls shot her a look—half surprised, half understanding—knowing exactly what she meant by "the game." It was something they had discussed among themselves, something meant to be the climax of their plan for the night. They had expected to keep the game a secret until the right moment, but now Zoe had inadvertently let the cat out of the bag. Allen, who had been enjoying his control over the situation, raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. He tilted his head slightly, giving Zoe a playful but inquisitive look. "What game?" he asked, his tone light but laced with intrigue. The smirk on his face suggested that he already had an idea, but he wanted to hear it from them. The girls exchanged quick glances, silently debating who should speak next. It was clear that they hadn't intended to reveal their plans so soon, and now they were caught off guard, scrambling to regain their footing. Shea decided to take the lead. She cleared her throat, trying to mask the flush in her cheeks as she met Allen's gaze. "It's… a little game we had in mind," she said, her voice steady but with an underlying edge of excitement. "Something to make the night more interesting." She offered a sly smile, hoping to turn the situation back in their favor. Allen leaned forward slightly, his interest clearly piqued. "Go on," he urged, his eyes flicking between Shea and the others. He could see the hesitation in their faces, and the way they were trying to gauge his reaction. Vivian decided to jump in. "It's a challenge," she explained, her voice smooth and composed despite the quickening of her pulse. "We thought it would be fun to… see who can hold out the longest." Her eyes met Allen's. Allen's smirk deepened as he absorbed Vivian's explanation. "Hold out the longest?" he repeated, his voice laced with playful skepticism. "And what exactly are you guys holding out against?" He leaned in front of her and smirked. "Me?"