Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1667. You’re Overheating

Bella grinned, her lips brushing his ear. “That you smell like you’ve been bad.”

Allen chuckled lowly. “That’s one way to put it.”

Another tail slid around his chest. Then his waist.

Alice’s hands unbuckled the top of his armor — slow, practiced. She didn’t rush. She liked the process too much. His chestplate clinked faintly as it came undone, revealing the muscle beneath the dark undershirt, the rise and fall of his breathing now just a little more… visible.

“Your heart’s beating faster,” Alice murmured.

Allen looked down at her.

“You’re overheating,” she said, and kissed just above his stomach.

“You’re the ones lighting the fire,” he replied.

Bella tsked, letting one hand run through his hair. “I thought we were the fire.”

Then she kissed him.

Fierce. Hungry. Her lips crashed against his with a sweet, sharp desperation that made his fingers dig into the throne’s arms. She tasted like frostwine and danger — like something expensive and untouchable that had decided you were the exception.

And he kissed her back like he owned the moment. Like he owned her.

Alice’s fingers crept higher. Past his hips. Bold. Curious. She didn’t break eye contact as she touched the firm heat beneath the last layer of armor — a featherlight tease that drew a breath from him despite himself.

“Hah…” Allen exhaled, dragging a hand through Bella’s hair while his other hand gripped the throne’s carved edge. “You two are playing with fire.”

“We are fire,” Alice said again, but this time her voice was softer. Like a secret.

Bella pulled back slightly, lips a little redder, eyes a little darker. She looked at him for a long second, pupils slit in desire, breath shallow.

“You’re tense,” she whispered.

Allen chuckled again. “Gee. Wonder why.”

He tilted forward, catching Alice’s chin in one hand and guiding her up toward him.

She followed easily, rising from her knees, her body pressing into his. Their lips met — slower this time. Deeper. The kiss pulled tension from his chest and replaced it with something hotter, something older. Something that had existed since magic first bled into sin.

Her hand never left his waist.

Her magic crackled faintly against his skin, feeding into him like a lit match.

Then Bella tugged at his sleeve.

“Still dressed, Emperor,” she whispered, biting lightly at his jaw. “That’s unfair.”

Allen smirked.

He reached to his side, unclipping the last of his armor. The cursed gauntlets, the plated belt, each piece dropping to the floor with a muffled thud — one after another. Metal fell like permission.

The crypt air touched his skin fully now, sharp and cold — a perfect contrast to the heat rising off him and his witches.

Bella’s tails danced, flicking around his legs, slipping under his arm, cradling him like living cushions.

Then she unwrapped her own robe. One piece at a time. Velvet slid from her shoulders, revealing soft skin glowing faintly with mana, and every inch exposed only made Allen’s gaze sharpen.

“You’re staring,” Bella teased.

Allen didn’t blink. “Of course I am.”

Her smile widened. “Like what you see?”

“Dangerously.”

Alice peeled off her gloves and tossed them aside, climbing up into his lap now. Straddling him fully.

“Then don’t look,” she whispered into his ear. “Take.”

He didn’t hesitate.

Allen’s hands gripped her hips and pulled her flush against him, catching her lips again with a low growl rumbling in his throat. He was no longer the Devil Emperor on the throne, giving commands like some detached god.

No.

He was a man. Burned alive by every soft moment he couldn’t act on in the real world. Mila’s flushed expression. Vivian’s curve brushing his side. Their perfume still ghosting through his memory.

And here?

He could finally let it out.

Alice rocked against him with practiced rhythm, her breath caught in his collarbone.

Bella behind him kissed the back of his neck, her claws dragging lightly across his shoulder blades — not to hurt. Just to remind him she was there. That she could pull him into madness if he gave her a second.

Allen groaned quietly, the sounds of their breaths and bells and whispers echoing through the chamber. There was no raid. No enemy. No pressure.

Just him. His throne.

And his witches.

“I could get used to this,” Bella whispered, voice breathless, pressed against his ear again.

“You already have,” Allen replied, sliding a hand down Alice’s spine.

She moaned against his lips, and the crypt pulsed around them — lights flickering, chains rattling lightly as if the dungeon itself sighed in approval.

“Don’t stop…” Alice whispered. “Don’t ever stop.”

He didn’t plan to.

Not until the heat burned itself out.

Not until their chaos matched the storm he’d been holding back since the photoshoot.

Not until the throne itself remembered who truly ruled this crypt — not just in name, but in flesh, breath, and sin.

And then—

[Consensual Lewd Act with Selena and Eira is now available.]

[Do you wish to proceed? Y/N]

Allen’s vision flickered briefly. The prompt hovered like a spell’s final syllable. Floating. Glowing. Wanting.

His gaze slid to Alice, who was already licking her lips like she knew exactly what the screen said.

Then to Bella, who tilted her head, tails flicking behind her in giddy excitement, like she was waiting for her prize to unwrap itself.

Allen didn’t hesitate.

He pressed [Yes].

The screen vanished.

They weren’t waiting for him to act.

They were already moving — all teeth and slow grins and the kind of hunger that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with devouring something divine.

“Allen~” Bella purred, letting her fingers ghost across his collarbone, her nails like whispers against his heated skin. “You’ve been far too good lately…”

“And we,” Alice added, dragging her thumb down the center of his chest, “have been far too patient.”

They didn’t just want him.

They wanted to worship him.

And yet — somehow — they were also hunting him.

Bella climbed fully onto the throne’s right arm, then slid herself into his lap like a luxury curse. Her bare skin pressed into his, warm and smooth, her eyes flickering with the kind of feral excitement that made Allen’s breath hitch despite himself.