Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1400: THIS IS A CHEAT CODE!

Villain Ch 1400. THIS IS A CHEAT CODE!

"Since all of you are already in sexy clothes, putting on a show for ," Allen continued, his voice dropping to a low, knowing tone. "I think it's only fair that I return the favor."

That got their attention.

Larissa blinked. "Wait. What?"

"You heard ." Allen smirked as he turned toward the clothing racks. "I should entertain you guys too, right?"

Silence. Then—

Zoe grinned, eyes lighting up. "Oh, this I gotta see."

Allen browsed the racks quickly, eyes scanning until he found exactly what he needed. A pair of fitted black leather trousers—tight in all the right places. A black leather half chest harness that would emphasize his muscles. It wasn't for the BDSM one, but for the cosplay. And, to top it all off, a sleek masquerade mask that would add just the right level of intrigue.

The second he grabbed the items, the girls knew sothing was up.

"Hold on," Bella started, leaning forward. "What exactly are you planning?"

Allen didn't answer. He simply turned toward the dressing room and, before any of them could protest, stepped inside, shutting the curtain behind him.

The girls stared at the closed curtain for a mont.

"Did he just—" Alice began.

"He did," Vivian confird, crossing her arms.

"Okay," Larissa muttered, shifting slightly. "I'm kinda curious now."

Shea humd thoughtfully. "What do you think he's gonna do?"

Bella smirked. "Sothing dangerous, obviously."

They waited.

Inside the dressing room, Allen exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as he changed into the outfit. The leather pants were tight, emphasizing his already well-defined physique. The harness added a perfect contrast, outlining his muscles in a way that made even him pause for a second in the mirror.

He pulled on the masquerade mask last, running a hand through his hair to give it a slightly tousled look.

'Alright. Ti to break them.'

Outside, the girls were still whispering among themselves when the curtain suddenly whooshed open.

And then—

Silence.

Complete, stunned, wide-eyed silence.

Allen stepped out, his movents deliberate.

The leather hugged his legs, sculpting every muscle in a way that was almost unfair. The harness stretched across his chest, emphasizing the broad lines of his shoulders, the tautness of his abdon, the sheer power underneath it all. The mask added an air of mystery, like he had just stepped out of so dark, forbidden masquerade ball where things happened behind closed doors.

And beneath the pants?

Oh, it was impossible to ignore.

The way the tight leather molded around him, the way it made everything clearly defined—there was no room for illusions. The slight mound was there, prominent enough to be tempting. A quiet, sinful reminder of exactly what was under those pants.

The reaction was instantaneous.

Bella's mouth fell open.

Vivian blinked like she had forgotten how to function.

Zoe actually bit her lip.

Shea was not composed. "Holy shit."

Silence hung in the air, thick, electric, and absolutely charged.

Allen shifted slightly, adjusting his gloves. "Sothing wrong?"

Bella barely managed to snap her mouth shut. "What the hell, Allen."

Vivian exhaled sharply. "No. No, this is illegal. This should be illegal."

"Absolutely unfair," Jane muttered. "What the hell are we supposed to do with this?"

Allen tilted his head, smirking beneath the mask. "I thought you guys wanted a show?"

"Not a fatal one," Zoe whispered, still staring.

Larissa ran a hand down her face. "Okay, okay. Everyone just breathes."

Nobody breathed.

Instead, they stared. Hard.

Allen stretched his arms slightly, just enough to make the harness strain deliciously against his muscles.

More silence.

Thick. Tense. Unbearably charged.

The girls stared—wide-eyed, jaws tight, hands twitching like they were trying to physically restrain themselves.

Allen thrived in it.

He smirked, slow and devilish, a confident, dangerous kind of grin that sent a visible shiver through the room. His sharp eyes glead as he took a slow step forward, then another.

Not rushed. Not eager.

Deliberate.

The exact kind of step that said I know exactly what I'm doing to you right now.

His other hand reached out toward one of the racks. He didn't even look—he didn't need to. His fingers found what they wanted with the ease of soone who had already morized his surroundings.

A black belt.

Allen folded it in two and, with a flick of his wrist, pulled.

Clank!

The sharp snap it made through the air was instantaneous.

The girls flinched.

Allen smiled. "Let's play, kittens."

"Yes, Daddy." The words slipped out before Jane could stop herself.

Everyone turned.

Allen arched an eyebrow.

Jane clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes widening in horror as she realized what she had just said. "I—wait— That wasn't—OH MY GOD."

The others imdiately nudged her.

Vivian choked. "JANE."

"WHAT?!" Jane looked around in pure betrayal. "You guys were thinking it too!"

Bella wheeze-laughed, shaking her head. "We were not gonna say it out loud, you maniac!"

Jane dramatically threw her arms in the air. "I don't care! I'm lost already! Call pathetic. I'm a simp. If he orders to bark, I will bark for him!"

A collective inhale filled the room.

Zoe, mid-laugh, choked on her own breath. "Too honest!"

"Way too honest," Shea muttered, rubbing her temples.

Allen, still lounging like a king surveying his utterly ruined kingdom, smirked. "I didn't even say anything yet."

Jane pointed at him. "You don't need to, Allen! Look at you!" She gestured wildly at him, at the leather pants that left nothing to the imagination, at the harness stretching across his muscles, at the mask that added a level of mystery nobody was prepared for. "This isn't fair! THIS IS A CHEAT CODE!"

Vivian, still recovering, muttered sothing low and husky in French. "Mon Dieu, cet hom va tuer un jour." ("My God, this man is going to kill one day.")

Alice snapped her head toward her. "Okay, hold on. What did you just say?"

Vivian blinked slowly, her mind still clearly buffering. "Huh?"

"No, no, no." Alice squinted suspiciously. "You just muttered sothing in French. And we all know when you start speaking in French, it's either sothing dirty or you're about to black out."

Zoe cackled, still holding onto the couch for support. "This is a disaster."

"No," Larissa corrected, rubbing her forehead. "This is beyond a disaster."

Allen knew, although so guys didn't like this kind of outfit, girls mostly love this kind of thing. So yes, with his physique and all, this was literally a cheat code.