NOVGO.NET Chapter 1666 - 1666: You Flirt, You Tease
Villain Ch 1666. You Flirt, You Tease
“They’re still stuck in my head,” he continued, adjusting his armor like it was suddenly too warm. “And the photoshoot… it was kinda sensual.”
“Kinda?” Alice repeated behind him, her voice dipping lower with predatory amusement.
She leaned closer too now, her pendant swinging lazily between them like a charm trap. “Mmm~ Sounds very interesting.” Her voice dropped into a teasing purr. “Tell me more, my Emperor~”
Allen glanced between the two of them, and he knew.
He’d walked into a trap.
Bella’s ears twitched — playful, curious, dangerously flirty. She glided even closer, stepping into his space until the bells on her tails chimed again.
“Ohh~ Cute,” she cooed. “Is that blush still because of them? Or…”
She moved in toward his ear.
“Are you still in that mode now?” she whispered, breath brushing his skin like silk.
Allen went still.
The crypt wasn’t cold anymore. Not with the way the two of them closed in. His heart ticked once, then twice, faster than he liked.
Because they weren’t just teasing.
They were cornering.
Alice’s fingers slid along his shoulder, tracing the edge of his cape as she whispered, “Your silence is so loud, Emperor~ Are you… in heat?”
He didn’t answer immediately. He was trying to calm his breathing.
Because, truthfully?
They were right.
After last night and this morning, yeah. He was still riding that edge.
And now?
He had Bella, all tails and silver gleam and temptation, staring up at him like she wanted to swallow his next breath.
Alice, who was leaning in like she already knew the exact second his resolve would crack.
A slow smirk spread across Allen’s lips.
Oh?
So that’s how they wanted to play?
Fine.
Let’s play.
He leaned forward slightly in the throne, letting his voice drop just enough to match their energy. Smooth. Velvet. Laced with a hint of smoke and challenge.
“You know,” he said slowly, “I was going to relax for a bit.”
Bella blinked, head tilting again, almost curious.
“But now,” Allen continued, eyes narrowing just a bit, “I’m wondering…”
He reached out — casually, naturally — letting his hand brush against Bella’s waist, then slide lower, barely grazing the soft fur of her tail.
“…Should I test if the Fox Queen still remembers how to behave under my touch?”
Bella’s breath hitched — just a bit — and her cheeks pinked. Not from embarrassment.
From anticipation.
“Ohhh~?” she whispered, her lips parting. “You’ve been holding back, haven’t you~?”
Alice snorted. “He’s always holding back. But he’s cracked now. Look at him. One lace photoshoot and the emperor’s one step from ravaging us.”
Allen smirked wider. “Don’t tempt me.”
He stood up.
Both girls instinctively stepped back half a step — not out of fear.
But because he moved like a storm.
Heat rolled off his skin. His shadow extended unnaturally behind him — as if the Crypt itself exhaled when he rose. His aura hadn’t flared, not fully, but the weight of him — the intent — rippled through the chamber.
He unfastened the clasp of his outer cape, letting it fall onto the throne like discarded silk.
Alice whistled lowly. “Oh, so we’re dropping layers now?”
“Just prepping,” Allen said smoothly. “You two seem like you’re in a mood.”
Bella’s smile turned sharp. “We always are.”
Alice circled him again, her nails dragging softly over his back. “What exactly are you planning to do, Your Majesty?”
Allen’s grin was slow, wicked, confident.
“I’m not planning,” he murmured. “I’m responding.”
Bella’s voice came breathy now. “Mmm~ To what?”
He leaned in, lips brushing her fox ear as he whispered, “To temptation.”
And then he moved — fast.
Bella barely gasped before he pressed her softly but firmly against the cold pillar beside the throne, one hand bracing the wall beside her head, the other trailing lightly down her thigh.
“You flirt, you tease,” Allen murmured, nose brushing the shell of her ear. “But you’re also needy.”
Bella bit her lip, eyes half-lidded, but didn’t deny it.
He turned to Alice next, who had casually conjured a cursed rose between her fingers like it was nothing.
She raised a brow. “Gonna pin me too, or do I get special treatment?”
Allen smirked. “You get something else.”
He walked toward her, slow and dangerous. Her eyes never left him.
And then—
He pulled her close by the waist, their bodies aligned, her breath sharp against his neck.
“I remember how you react when you get excited,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Should I remind you?”
Alice grinned. “Yes. Remind me. Thoroughly.”
Bella’s laugh rang out, soft and silvery, from where she leaned against the pillar with flushed cheeks. “We’re going to corrupt the throne room again~”
Allen ran his thumb along Alice’s lower lip, gaze dark and intense.
“Then let’s make it worth the cleaning fee.”
His voice was silk over steel. And it struck something in both of them — something familiar, something primal.
The throne loomed behind them. It pulsed faintly beneath the torchlight, almost as if it too anticipated what was coming. Maybe it did.
Allen sank onto the throne with a kind of quiet authority that no one could mimic. The kind that said the world could burn, and he’d still be sitting here—unbothered, untouched, obeyed.
Except this time, he wasn’t untouched.
He was burning.
So maybe he needed to purge it. Here. Now.
Alice knelt first.
No command.
Just instinct.
Her movements were slow, graceful, almost reverent. As if peeling off the layers of her usual smugness for something softer… and darker.
Her gloved fingers curled over his knees, tracing the edges of his plated greaves, trailing upward with slow, maddening purpose. Her eyes lifted to his like a question she already knew the answer to.
Allen tilted his head slightly. “Don’t act like you’re shy now.”
Alice grinned — not wide, not teasing — but dangerous.
“I’m not. Just savoring the moment.”
Bella didn’t wait. Of course not. She was already behind him. She perched on the armrest, knees tucked under her, tails wrapping around Allen’s side in velvety coils.
“Can I say it?” she whispered into his ear, voice dripping with sultry sweetness.
Allen raised a brow. “Say what?”