Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1706: Lovely?

Villain Ch 1706. Lovely?

Allen raised an eyebrow. “Lovely?”

“Menacingly lovely,” she corrected, fangs peeking with her smile.

“Alright, alright.” Allen stood, brushing the imaginary dust from his dark armor. His tone was even, but the way he rolled his shoulder—casually, like he’d already endured three boss fights today—gave away the exhaustion humming just under his skin. “So… are we going to keep trauma-dumping in my throne room?”

Jane gave him a half-hearted glare. “Yes.”

“Or,” Allen continued, grinning now, “are we going to talk about something that doesn’t involve curses and undead letters?”

Zoe raised an eye. “Like?”

Allen leaned forward just slightly, letting his voice dip with that amused menace he always weaponized so well.

“The mountain villa.”

The room paused.

“Like I said! I’m in,” Shea said instantly, wings fluttering behind her. “Hot tubs? Say less.”

“You never even asked when,” Bella teased.

“I don’t care. Vacation. I’ll make space on my schedule.”

Jane raised her hand. “How many days are we talking?”

Allen folded his arms, calculating. “A day for travel. Three days stay. One day return. So… Five days total.”

The girls perked up, eyes shining.

“We’ll bring the essentials,” Allen continued. “Food, clothes, wine—maybe some snacks for late-night cravings. And… a few toys.”

Larissa’s eyebrows knit together a bit. “Toys?”

He smirked. “For… entertainment.”

Shea giggled. “Jane, she meant your toys.”

The entire group burst into giggles. Jane flushed a deep shade of crimson, flicking dark hair from her face. “I—uh—I mean—I like fun stuff! It’s not always about blood and necromancy!”

Vivian leaned forward, eyes glinting. “Anything kinky? It’s vacation. Anything goes.”

Allen shrugged with perfect nonchalance. “Anything you like. I’m not here to judge. Whatever makes the eight of us… happy.”

Alice raised a finger. “So… you just bring stuff—like bondage gear?”

“Whatever we’re comfortable with,” Allen said, his eyes flicking between them all with that calm, Emperor energy. “But I want privacy. No servants. No paparazzi. Just us.”

Larissa rolled her eyes and flipped her hair. “Servants are boring. We don’t need them.”

Bella smirked, arms folded under her chest. “Yeah—why pay someone to bring drinks upstairs when Allen can make them shirtless for us?”

Jane’s hand shot up like she was in school. “Pro: Allen in an apron. Con: Me dying from blood loss when he bends over.”

Vivian fake-fainted into Shea’s lap. “Someone catch Jane. She’s already gone.”

Alice laughed. “Also, if Allen wears an apron… only an apron, that’s a triple bonus.”

“See?” Bella flicked Alice’s nose. “You are a pervert. Confirmed.”

“Please,” Alice said, dramatically offended. “I’m a refined pervert.”

“Same thing,” Shea mumbled, biting back a grin.

Zoe scratched the back of her head with a tentacle. “Okay, real talk—Pro: no awkward small talk with strangers. Con: we have to do our own dishes.”

“Pro: more intimate. Con: no one to help carry our bags,” Larissa added, adjusting her crimson sleeves with a sigh.

Jane threw her arms up. “Pro: no weird butlers judging our lingerie! Con: I might accidentally summon undead to fold the laundry.”

“You always do that,” Vivian said, deadpan.

“I like tidy skeletons!” Jane defended. “Don’t shame me!”

“Pro,” Alice chimed in with mock sincerity, “we get to wear bathrobes and nothing else around the house.”

Bella nodded solemnly. “Con: we might trip over Larissa’s ego.”

Larissa smirked. “Jealousy is such a bad color on you.”

“She’s not wrong though,” Shea muttered. “Your presence is like… twelve inches of pride and six-inch heels.”

“Oh baby,” Jane wiggled her brows. “Say ’twelve inches’ again.”

Allen cleared his throat with a straight face. “Back to the villa, before this turns into another weird fanfic.”

“Too late,” Zoe muttered. “Jane already imagined three.”

“Pro,” Vivian said smoothly, “no schedule. We sleep in. Swim. Tease each other.”

“Con,” Allen added, “you’ll all fight over who gets the biggest bed.”

“Nope,” Jane said. “We all sleep in the same one. Problem solved. Emperor in the middle.”

“That sounds like a con,” Allen deadpanned.

“Oh come on,” Bella teased. “That’s the dream setup.”

“I call left side,” Alice declared, raising her hand like she was calling shotgun.

“I’m taking the headboard,” Larissa smirked. “Just in case he tries to escape.”

“Pro,” Shea said, ignoring them, “we can watch horror movies at night.”

“Con,” Zoe added, “Jane screams at every jump scare and throws popcorn.”

“Excuse me,” Jane gasped. “I have very real trauma responses, okay?!”

“You screamed at the Netplix logo,” Vivian muttered.

“It was loud!”

Allen finally chuckled. “Alright. Food?”

“Oh yes,” Alice said, spinning toward him. “Do we have to hunt it?”

“It’s a mountain villa,” he said. “Not an MMORPG. I’ll request groceries and have them stocked before we get there.”

“Aww, how domestic,” Shea teased.

Bella fluttered her lashes. “So romantic. I want fresh strawberries on my pancakes.”

Allen raised a brow. “Noted.”

“I’ll cook with you,” Alice offered, folding her arms behind her head. “Sous-chef privileges.”

“I wanna stir the sauce,” Jane said, beaming.

“You just wanna lick the spoon,” Zoe muttered.

“And stir the sauce.”

“Okay,” Allen said, chuckling. “Then we’ll do meals together. I cook, you help. Or you pretend to help and make a mess I’ll fix later.”

“Deal,” they said in unison.

He paused, watching them laugh and poke at each other.

Honestly?

It was chaos.

Ridiculous chaos.

But it was his chaos.

His girls.

His crypt.

And soon?

His vacation.

He allowed himself one soft exhale and folded his arms again.

“Five days,” he repeated. “No rules. Just us.”

Jane fist-pumped. “And bondage!”

“No promises,” Allen muttered, hiding a smirk.

“Then I’m bringing the cuffs,” she said, already planning three chaotic outfits.

Bella nodded. “Don’t forget the fur ones. They’re cuter.”

Alice adjusted her broom. “Velvet cuffs. Black. With gold embroidery.”

Shea blinked. “Why do all of you have specific favorites?”

Zoe crossed her arms. “We play in his party. We’re always prepared.”

Vivian purred. “Besides, a little sin never hurt a holiday.”

Allen didn’t comment.

But the smile playing on his lips said everything.