Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1707: Dark Academia Monster Boyfriend

Villain Ch 1707. Dark Academia Monster Boyfriend

Allen barely had time to exhale before Jane started twirling her hair with a grin that always meant disaster.

“You know,” she said, voice syrupy and suspicious, “I’ve been thinking… maybe our vacation should follow the plotlines of those dark romance novels I read last week.”

Shea snorted. “Oh god, here we go.”

“I’m serious!” Jane insisted, sitting up straighter and tossing one leg over the arm of her chair. “We’re in a secluded villa. No outsiders. Lots of emotional trauma and unresolved sexual tension. I say we do a scene-by-scene reenactment. Chains, lakeside confessions, maybe a betrayal kiss in the rain—”

“Jane,” Zoe cut in, raising a brow, “you realize in your books the guy usually has a tragic scar, a castle, and a tortured soul?”

“Add naked.” Jane pointed at Allen without hesitation. “He checks all the boxes.”

Allen raised an eyebrow from his throne, watching the chaos unfold like a very tired, very indulgent devil king. “I don’t have a tragic scar.”

Jane smirked. “No, but you have the emotional damage of someone who’s been through ten apocalypses and still has trust issues. Close enough.”

Shea coughed into her hand. “She’s not wrong.”

“I can give him a scar,” Vivian offered lazily from the edge of the dais, her whip flicking off her lap like a tail.

“Oh my god, no maiming!” Bella called out, waving her wine glass like she was swatting a fly. “We’re going on vacation, not a villain-themed BDSM convention.”

Jane snapped her fingers. “That reminds me—what if we followed the plotlines Allen writes?”

The room paused.

Allen slowly blinked, sitting a little straighter. “What.”

“You know,” Jane grinned. “The ones you wrote. Yeah, those spicy harem stories with a morally gray devil and helplessly horny heiresses.”

Allen closed his eyes, one long inhale dragging through his nose. “Oh no…”

Jane beamed. “And now it’s our vacation script. Chapter one: ’Trapped in the villa with seven corrupted beauties.’”

“Chapter two,” Zoe added with a smirk, “the Emperor takes a bath and chaos ensues.”

Bella tilted her head thoughtfully. “Wasn’t there a scene where the villain ties the girls up with shadow tendrils in the hot spring and makes them beg for forgiveness?”

Allen opened his mouth to complain—paused—then slowly closed it, brow furrowing.

“…Okay, that’s actually not a bad idea.”

Jane lit up. “Right?! I knew you’d come around!”

“You’re all insane,” he muttered, not even trying to hide the grin creeping onto his face.

“Insane for you,” Larissa purred, now lounging upside down with her heels propped against the throne steps. “Let us live our dark academia monster boyfriend dream in peace.”

“Monster boyfriend?” Allen asked, pretending to sound offended.

“Brooding. Domineering. Possibly cursed. Definitely hot. Lives in a spooky castle,” Larissa ticked the points off on her fingers. “That’s textbook. You are the monster boyfriend. Congrats.”

Shea elbowed Zoe. “We need a playlist.”

“I already have one,” Zoe muttered. “I was just waiting for this exact moment.”

Before Allen could even throw a sarcastic comment their way, a quiet ding echoed through the throne room—sharp, digital, and very out of place.

Allen’s gaze flicked toward the corner of his vision where a small system notification hovered. But this one wasn’t a game update or achievement prompt.

[Emergency Message]

[Kai: Azura is here. In the Goldborne estate. Living room. She says it’s urgent. She wants to talk. Now.]

Allen’s smile faded.

His expression didn’t harden—not immediately. But the warmth in his eyes cooled a little. Like green fire retreating behind steel.

Larissa noticed first. “What is it?”

Allen didn’t answer right away. His fingers flexed once on the arm of the throne, then settled.

“Something happen?” Vivian asked, straightening a little.

Allen sighed and leaned back, exhaling slowly. “Azura came.”

“She’s there?” Shea blinked. “As in—real world?”

“Yeah.” His tone dipped. “Living room.”

Bella blinked. “That’s weird timing.”

“She does live close now,” Alice offered with a shrug. “It’s not that weird. She probably wants comfort. Or maybe just snacks.”

“She’s like you,” Jane said, matter-of-fact. “Resilient. Murderously cute. Stubborn.”

“Sounds like your type,” Larissa teased.

Allen ignored that. “I don’t think she’s here for a pamper session.”

Shea tilted her head. “You think it’s serious?”

He gave a quiet nod, the kind that was sharper than it should’ve been. “She doesn’t usually come in person. Not unless it’s about something… real.”

There was a lull in the room. One of those rare, eerie silences where even the crypt torches flickered softer, like they knew something outside their undead chaos had just nudged its way in.

Allen stood up from the throne, his movement fluid and a little too quiet for how heavy his armor usually was. The girls tracked him with their eyes like a pack of well-fed predators watching their favorite toy walk out of reach.

Larissa twirled a clawed finger in the air. “Logging out?”

Allen nodded once. “Yeah. She’s already downstairs. I’ll go see what she wants.”

“Say hi to cousin murder-kitten for us,” Bella called, lifting her cup lazily.

Jane cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone. “And tell her she can’t have your soul. That’s ours now.”

Zoe held up a tentacle and said solemnly, “If she stabs you, just remember we’re in the middle of planning a beach trip. Die after the tan.”

Vivian gave a mock salute. “Return with gossip. Or don’t return at all.”

Shea waved a feathered hand. “Have fun with your mysterious real-life midnight visitor. Totally normal. Nothing suspicious there.”

Allen rolled his eyes, smirking just enough to be dangerous. “I’ll keep the soul intact. Try not to implode the crypt while I’m gone.”

“Define implode,” Jane called.

But he was already walking, already opening the logout interface. The digital hum rose in his ears as the flame of the Cursed Crypts flickered—then dimmed—and the world dissolved around him.

Reality hit like cold water.

Allen’s eyes fluttered open as the VR device clicked open. The familiar dark glow of his room welcomed him.

He sat still for a moment.

His pulse felt weirdly fast, but that was just adrenaline.

Probably.