NOVGO.NET Chapter 1794: Ambition
Chapter 1794: Ambition
Villain Ch 1794. Ambition
Shea’s eyes widened. “Wait. Are you saying…?”
“I want us… to live together. In real life. But,” Allen added, holding up a hand before the chaos could start, “if I really want that, then… I need to learn a lot more. About my father’s business. About responsibilities. How to… be someone who runs the kingdom.”
The throne felt less like a prop in that moment. And more like something real. Heavy.
Larissa was quiet for a beat. Then nodded. “You want to build something real.”
Allen nodded. “Yeah. I want to build a real kingdom of mine. In the real world. Continue my father’s legacy.”
He paused, then looked around at them—each one of them.
“And after that… I really hope I can take all of you with me. Not just here in Hell’s Gate. Not just in this game. But outside. Real world. Real lives.”
The silence that followed wasn’t stunned—it was full.
Like a held breath that nobody wanted to ruin.
Alice was the first to move. She stepped closer, eyes sharp but her voice warm. “You’re getting mature, Allen.”
Vivian snorted softly. “Not mature. He already was before.”
Alice smirked. “Fair. But now?” She reached out and ran her fingers from his jaw down to his neck, slow and deliberate. “Now he’s in a different league. He’s not just a pro gamer. Not just the villain of some story. He’s someone who wants to take all this… us… and make it real.”
Her fingers paused just above his collarbone. “Which,” she added, her lips curving, “makes him hotter. Not just sexy. Hotter in that—’I want to bite this man because he has ambition’—kind of way.”
Zoe leaned against the armrest beside him, casually brushing her fingers through his hair. “True. Especially coming from a young master like him.”
“Why?” Larissa asked, already knowing the answer, but letting the moment spin.
Vivian answered, licking her lower lip. “Cause most young masters? They just want to enjoy daddy’s money. Use the legacy. Ride the name. But this one,” she tilted her head toward Allen, “wants to earn it. Wants to build something bigger.”
Alice hummed. “God, that sounds so nice when you say it. Our man with vision.”
“Which is rare as hell,” Shea added from below, her chin still on his knee. “Vision and muscles? Damn.”
Jane, still kneeling by his side, tilted her head. “Okay, okay. Before this turns into another worship session—when are we going to that mountain villa?”
“Soon,” Allen said, amused. “I’ll try for this weekend.”
“Good,” Jane said with a faint grin. “Because I want to wear absolutely nothing but a towel and make it your problem.”
Bella stretched her arms above her head dramatically, her top riding up just enough to be illegal in ten states. “Speaking of problems… Should we invite Azura too?”
The name made the girls go still for a second.
Shea raised a brow. “That’s a good idea, but… maybe a bit too much for her, no?”
Bella nodded slowly. “Yeah, fair. We’re… a lot.”
“Maybe start with brunch first,” Zoe muttered. “Ease her in. Let her see what she’s potentially signing up for.”
“I’ll ask her later,” Allen said. “She already knows I’m the Devil Emperor, so… I’ve got nothing to hide anymore.”
“That’s hot,” Vivian said, sliding her hips just a little more snugly into his lap.
The room shifted again.
Not in lighting.
Not in sound.
But in energy.
Jane leaned forward. Her hand found Allen’s chestplate—her fingers trailing down the center, slow and deliberate. The touch wasn’t aggressive. Just… heavy with intent.
Her voice dropped a note lower. “Since everything’s settled…”
Allen raised a brow. “Jane?”
“…can we?” she whispered, tracing the edge of his armor. Her fingers slid between the plates, teasing skin.
And just like that—
The air cracked.
The others didn’t even hesitate.
Vivian pulled off his gloves and tossed them aside like they were in her way. Shea shifted up from the floor, slipping between his legs with a grin so sweet it was obscene. Bella leaned in from behind, lips brushing the shell of his ear as her hands moved to undo the clasps on his shoulder armor.
Allen swallowed. “You guys are really just—”
“Yup,” Zoe cut in, voice smug.
“You earned it,” Larissa said, already loosening the belts at his waist.
“I still smell like blood.”
Alice smirked. “Good. We love that.”
“And victory,” Jane whispered, licking a thin line up his throat.
Allen let out a slow breath, half-laugh, half-surrender. “Seven versus one, huh?”
Vivian nipped his jaw. “Pleasure torture.”
“I can live with that.”
Vivian claimed his lips again, this time slower, her tongue tracing the seam before diving in. Allen kissed back, hands finally lifting to hold her hips in place.
Shea’s fingers undid the buckles across his thighs with expert precision, dragging one hand up his leg as she leaned close, mouthing the line of his inner thigh through the cloth. “I’m gonna ruin you,” she whispered, hot breath seeping through the fabric.
Bella’s hand slid beneath his armor from behind, flat against his chest. “Let’s see how long you last.”
Jane shifted onto his lap next to Vivian, pressing into his side, her fingers already working on the straps across his chest. “This throne’s about to see things it was never designed for.”
Zoe laughed softly, still behind him, hands in his hair now, pulling lightly just to watch his head tilt. “If it breaks, I’m not fixing it.”
Alice stood across from him, arms folded, watching him unravel with the faintest smirk.
“You’re staring,” he said.
“I like watching when the Devil Emperor gets devoured.”
She stepped closer, finally dipping into the space between them, one hand cupping his jaw. “Especially when you let us take everything from you.”
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t need to.
Because he let them.
Vivian rolled her hips, teasing him through the last layer of clothing that separated flesh from madness.
Shea pulled the edge of his pants down enough to free him, her mouth already wet with anticipation.
Jane slid her robe open just enough to press bare skin to his side, soft and warm.
Larissa leaned forward, kissing the inside of his wrist while her other hand slid down.