Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1011 1011: He Knows

Villain Ch 1011. He Knows

Little did they know, Allen was listening to every word. He stood with his back pressed against the bathroom wall, his hands folded across his chest, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The bathroom door was ajar, just enough for him to catch their voices and the gist of their plan.

He was still damp from his quick shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, and the scent of his cologne mingled with the steam from the hot water, creating a heady mix in the air.

The girls had started their conversation in hushed tones, their voices barely above a whisper. But as their excitent grew, so did the volu of their discussion, their enthusiasm carrying their voices through the gap in the door. Allen could hear them clearly, every detail of their strategy. He chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head.

They thought they were going to catch him off guard, but they had no idea he was already one step ahead.

'A sevenso, huh?' Allen thought to himself, his smirk widening. 'They really think they can overwhelm with numbers. It's a bold move, I'll give them that.' His mind raced with possibilities, considering how he could turn this new plan of theirs to his advantage. They were plotting to play him, but Allen had always thrived on unpredictability.

He was excited by the challenge, ready to et them head-on.

He shifted his weight, moving silently to peer through the small gap in the door, just enough to catch a glimpse of them. The girls were huddled together, their expressions focused and serious. Jane was still scribbling notes, her face lit with excitent, while Larissa was discussing their next moves with Zoe and Vivian.

Alice and Bella were whispering to each other, their eyes occasionally darting toward the bathroom door, making sure Allen was still out of sight.

'They're underestimating ,' Allen mused. 'They're good, but they're not going to win this as easily as they think.' He could feel his pulse quicken, sending a rush of adrenaline through his veins. He was ready for whatever they had planned, and he was going to enjoy every mont of turning their strategy back on them.

After a few more minutes of listening, Allen decided it was ti to make his move. He waited for the perfect mont, then slowly pushed the bathroom door open, stepping out into the room with a casual confidence. The towel hung low on his hips, his body still glistening slightly from the shower.

His presence commanded imdiate attention, and the girls' conversation ca to an abrupt halt, their heads snapping up to look at him in surprise.

He leaned casually against the doorfra, his eyes glinting with amusent, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you guys done yet?" he asked in a casual tone, as if he hadn't just overheard every detail of their plan. He looked around at each of them, his gaze warm but challenging, pretending not to know what they had been plotting.

The girls exchanged startled glances, clearly caught off guard by his sudden appearance. They had been so engrossed in their discussion, their voices growing louder, that they hadn't noticed the bathroom door creaking open.

Jane's cheeks flushed bright red, her hand instinctively moving to cover her notes as if that could sohow hide the evidence of their plotting. She tried to muster up a casual smile, but her voice betrayed her nerves. "Oh, uh, we were just… chatting," she said, her words stumbling over each other. "You know, girl talk."

Allen raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but he played along. "Girl talk, huh?" he replied, pushing off the doorfra and taking a few slow steps into the room. "Sounded more like strategizing to . But hey, what do I know?"

Larissa stepped forward, crossing her arms and giving him a playful glare. "And what if we were strategizing?" she shot back, trying to regain so semblance of control. "You think you're the only one allowed to plan, Allen?"

Allen chuckled, the sound low and amused. "Oh, I don't mind you making plans. I'm the one who allowed it, rember?" he teased, his voice smooth and confident. He took a few slow casual steps toward them, the towel around his waist swaying slightly with each movent.

"So," he continued, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light as he approached them, "what's the plan? Who's next, and what kind of role play are we going to do?" His tone was casual, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.

Jane quickly stepped forward, holding out the note she had been furiously scribbling on. Her hand trembled slightly, but she kept her expression as steady as she could manage. "This one," she said, trying to sound confident. "We thought we'd try sothing… different this ti."

Allen took the note from her, his fingers brushing against hers for a brief mont—a touch that was fleeting but electric. He could feel the nervous energy from her, and it made him smile. "Different, huh?" he said, unfolding the note and glancing down at the hastily scrawled words. His eyes flicked back up to et Jane's, a playful glint in them. "I like different things.

Let's see what you've got planned."

'He is the king. They are his s3x slaves, chosen to serve him in his private chambers. They must obey his every command and fulfill his desires without hesitation. They are to submit to his will, following his orders and indulging his fantasies. Each girl plays a different role: temptress, servants and dancers—all united to please their king.

Mission: cater to his every whim and prove their loyalty, or face the consequences of disobedience.'

'Oh, this is interesting...' thought Allen, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he read over the note. He could imdiately tell that this card had been hastily put together; the writing was rushed, the words slightly uneven. It was clear that they had been scrambling to co up with sothing new, sothing they thought might throw him off balance.