Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1668. Never Play Fair

Alice, meanwhile, remained on her knees, between his legs again — but now not with reverence, not just. With intent. Like a scholar about to study the most sacred relic. Her lips brushed the inside of his thigh. A kiss so gentle it shouldn’t have made his shaft twitch the way it did.

But it did.

Bella leaned down and whispered into his ear, her voice a lace veil of seduction. “You look tense, my liege. Let us worship the weight you carry…”

Allen chuckled — low, but rough. “This is what you call worship?”

Bella smirked, dragging her tongue along the shell of his ear. “It’s a new religion.”

He couldn’t lie.

He liked this.

No—he craved this.

The danger of it. The reversal. How he, a Devil Emperor, was now the object of their obsession. How their lips moved like a prayer against his skin — not pleading, but claiming.

Alice’s fingers curled around his shaft — bare now, proud, the heat of him pulsing in her hand like a second heartbeat.

“Mmm…” she murmured. “You’re hard already.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Because you two never play fair.”

Alice smiled up at him — slowly, wickedly — and kissed the base of his shaft, just once. A kiss that felt like fire and mockery.

“You don’t need fair. You need worship.”

Bella’s tails curled around his wrist, gently tugging his hand up to her chest. She placed it there — just beneath the swell of her breast, letting him feel the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat.

“We dream of this, Allen,” she whispered. “We wake up soaked and aching because of you.”

Allen exhaled, sharp and uneven.

Alice’s mouth dragged up the length of his shaft, slow and reverent, her breath warm against every inch of him. She didn’t take him into her mouth— not yet. She just tasted. Teased. Like she wanted to savor every moment of his unraveling.

“Your scent’s changing,” Alice murmured. “Do you know what that does to us?”

Bella leaned down from his shoulder, brushing her lips along the line of his jaw. “It makes us wet. You’re driving us mad.”

And he could feel it.

Bella’s slick skin pressed against his side, her soft curves teasing him through every breath. The way her legs curled beside him, hips grinding subtly against his thigh. The scent of heat and foxfire in the air.

And Alice—

Her tongue flicked over the tip of his erection now, slow and lazy.

Allen’s fingers curled into the armrest.

“Alice…” he warned, voice thick with restraint.

But she only grinned wider. “Yes, say my name like that.”

She finally took him into her mouth — just the head, lips wrapping around him like silk.

Hot. Wet. Dangerous.

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a quiet sound slipping from between his lips — not a moan, not quite. A growl.

Bella giggled beside him, her nails tracing down his stomach.

“Ohh~ There it is,” she whispered. “The sound he makes when he’s close to falling apart.”

“Shut up,” Allen breathed.

“You love it,” she sang.

And she was right. He did love it. The way they tasted him. The way they looked at him like a dark star to orbit. The way Bella’s hands slid over his abs like she was mapping constellations on his skin. The way Alice sucked gently, then pulled back to drag her lips along his shaft like a sin she was proud to commit.

“I want more,” Alice whispered.

“You’ll get it,” he growled, tilting his hips forward slightly.

Bella’s breath caught — she felt the movement, the shift of his body.

“Don’t tease us,” she whispered. “We’re already feral.”

Allen turned his head, locking eyes with her.

“Then prove it.”

Bella kissed him — hard, deep, open-mouthed. Her body trembled against him, her thighs sliding over his lap, and he could feel how wet she was already — her sweet heat brushing just against his leg.

Below, Alice moaned softly against his shaft, her hand tightening slightly around the base, her tongue working him like she was addicted to the taste of him. She kissed it, tasted it, sucked it.

Allen’s entire body felt on fire.

And yet — he didn’t break.

Not yet.

Because despite their seduction — despite the way they undressed him with fingers and mouths and breathless need — he was still the Emperor.

And when he finally took back control?

It would be divine punishment.

But for now…

He let them worship.

Because every moment they spent tasting him like prey, they forgot he was still the predator.

And when the throne cried out again, rattling softly with their bodies pressed together in heat and worship?

Allen smiled.

And let himself burn.

Bella felt it first.

Not the smile — the shift.

Like the air itself curved inward. Like gravity remembered who it belonged to. One second, she was wrapped around him, laughing into his skin, teasing his edge. The next, her thighs tensed instinctively. Her breath hitched. The hairs along her neck lifted.

Because Allen was no longer responding.

He was deciding.

A heartbeat later, his hand shot between her legs — bold, unapologetic, deliberate — and his fingers plunged into her slick, aching flesh like he knew exactly how long she’d been begging for this without saying a word.

Her voice cracked open.

“A-Ah—!”

Her back arched as the seat of the throne kissed her spine. His fingers curled, pulled, played — slow at first, like he was getting reacquainted with his property.

Bella’s thoughts scattered like ash in wind.

He was touching her like he owned the blueprint of her need. Like he’d memorized every twitch, every clench, every rhythm her body made when it hit that maddening, breaking edge.

And, he was right.

She bit her lip, hard, to suppress the cry that bubbled up.

Her tails trembled — half-lust, half surrender — unable to hide the wet heat soaking between her thighs, soaking his palm, her mind reduced to yes yes yes more please more don’t stop—

Then his voice, velvet wrapped around a blade:

“Too cocky,” he muttered.