Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1929: Clarification

Villain Ch 1929. Clarification

He cleared his throat.

“Hey.”

They looked at him.

Allen tucked his hands in his pockets. “Next time, I’ll stay longer.”

Vivian’s smile bloomed instantly. “Yes.”

“I want three nights next time,” Jane said. “Minimum.”

“Five,” Zoe countered. “So we can recover after the wild night.”

“Hot spring every day,” Alice added, raising her hand.

“And more Larissa-chocolate,” Shea grinned.

Azura’s voice was small but sincere. “I want to come too…”

“You’re always invited,” Allen said without hesitation.

She looked down, smiling.

They didn’t hug.

They didn’t need to.

Just that warmth, stretched between them like an invisible thread.

Then the driver’s message pinged Allen’s phone.

He sighed. “Alright, ride’s outside.”

Jane groaned again. “Ugh. Reality.”

“Let’s get this over with,” Zoe muttered.

Allen held the door open as they filtered out, suitcases rolling, shoes crunching against the mountain gravel.

The wind was crisp. Fresh pine in the air. That high-altitude chill that made every breath feel clean.

They loaded the car in silence.

One by one.

And Allen stood there a second longer, hand on the edge of the trunk.

Watching the villa.

Thinking.

Not about the sex. Or the games. Or the chaos.

But the quiet.

The warmth.

The stolen glances and the way laughter sounded when it wasn’t forced.

He’d remember this.

The girls piled into the car, still half-asleep, still complaining, still teasing.

Allen finally got in last.

Door shut. Engine started.

Vacation was over.

The villa disappeared behind them like something unreal—fading into trees, mist, and silence. The private van rolled down the winding mountain road, sunlight cutting through the tall pines in long, golden shards. The hum of the engine filled the air like a lullaby.

Nobody really talked.

A kind of soft, collective stillness had taken over the cabin. That post-chaos haze. The sacred quiet that followed a weekend of games, hot springs, bad decisions, good sex, and moments.

Vivian’s head rested against Allen’s shoulder, her soft hair brushing his collarbone. She was out cold. Breathing steady. Lips parted slightly.

Allen didn’t move. Didn’t lean. Didn’t twitch.

Not because he minded.

Because he didn’t want to break the peace.

Jane had curled into a window seat behind him, hoodie pulled over her head like a portable cave. Zoe had her feet propped up and sunglasses on, mumbling in her sleep every now and then. Shea scrolled half-heartedly through her phone, but the way her hand sagged meant she’d fall asleep soon too.

Azura? Already curled up beside Alice, both of them sharing a neck pillow.

Bella and Larissa sat quietly in the far back, talking in low tones. Probably about work. Or the lack of it.

Allen watched the trees blur past the window, the road slowly unraveling back toward reality.

Then, sighing, he reached for his phone.

Might as well.

The screen lit up, eyes squinting at the brightness. Notifications, missed messages, and the inevitable flood of tagged posts.

He hesitated.

Then tapped open Hell’s Gate Forum.

The top trending tab wasn’t Alex anymore. That scandal had burned bright and died fast. Drama had a short shelf life.

Now?

It was her.

Sophia.

Of course it was.

Allen didn’t want to look. But he scrolled anyway. A numb habit. Just… observing.

Thread titles.

“Sophia exposed by her own squad??”

“Darren & Liam drop clarification video.”

“AI Deepfake + failed clout chase??”

“Sophia’s downfall: Allen’s silence is louder than words.”

He clicked one.

Didn’t watch the video right away.

Instead, he read the comments.

Some angry. Some gleeful. Some suspicious. Most of them trash fires.

“Why would they even fake a threesome?? This shit’s wild.”

“Sophia trying to get back with Allen?? Girl, you cheated. What are we doing here.”

“Not Darren & Liam being the ones with integrity, what timeline is this.”

“Can Allen sue her? Like fr?”

“He hasn’t said a word. Ice cold. I respect it.”

“Suddenly I understand Sophia’s desperation.”

Allen didn’t smile.

Didn’t frown either.

He just scrolled.

And then—

A new post.

Pinned.

Dated just a few hours ago.

“Darren & Liam speak out. Full video. Unedited.”

Allen tapped.

It loaded in landscape.

And there they were.

Darren on the left, hoodie pulled over messy hair, bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in a week. Liam on the right, button-up shirt, collar wrinkled, jaw clenched too tight for comfort.

They didn’t look smug.

Didn’t look fake.

They looked… tired.

Darren leaned forward first. His voice was quiet.

“We didn’t want to make this video. Honestly, we hoped staying silent would be enough. But now that people are attacking us… and Sophia’s dragging our names through this to play victim, we decided to speak.”

Liam exhaled.

“The video going around? That ’threesome leak’? It’s fake. AI-generated. We have proof. And before anyone asks—no, it wasn’t a prank. Or a promo. Sophia made it herself. ”

Darren looked at the camera again.

“She wanted sympathy. And clicks. But most of all? She wanted Allen to notice. To reach out. She told us that directly.”

Liam nodded tightly.

“We refused. We told her it was messed up. That dragging us into it wasn’t okay. And then she did it anyway.”

Allen swallowed.

“She found out Allen’s successful now,” Darren continued. “Like… really successful. Not just top-rank player but real-world success. And that pissed her off. So she thought she could spin the narrative, make it look like he abandoned her, and maybe… get him back.”

Allen flinched.

Not physically. But something inside tightened.

“We’re saying this now because we’re done being quiet. Allen didn’t do anything. He didn’t ask for this. And we’re sorry we let it go this far without speaking up sooner.”

Liam gave the final line.

“We’re not saints. But we’re not liars either. Sophia used all of us. That’s the truth.”

The video ended.

Allen stared at the blank screen for a long second.

Vivian stirred beside him, her head still on his shoulder. “…You good?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

Just tilted the phone toward her.

She blinked. Watched the last few seconds in silence.

“…Well,” she muttered. “That’s not nothing.”

Allen exhaled. “I did nothing. Nothing. And I still ended up in the mess.”