Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1448: Public Play?

Chapter 1448: Public Play?

Villain Ch 1448. Public Play?

Her fingers trailed down, lightly ghosting over his jawline, tilting his face toward hers.

“We even have an audience.” She smirked.

Allen didn’t react.

But the others did.

Instant complaints erupted.

Bella cringed, throwing up her hands. “Oh no. No, no. Now she’s into public play?”

Jane snickered, tapping her chin. “This place isn’t public, so it doesn’t count.”

Zoe shrugged. “I an… we’ve all done this before, so… normal?”

Larissa sighed deeply, rubbing her temples. “Guys. Don’t encourage her.”

Vivian smirked. “Please don’t tell this ti you want to ‘heal Allen’s emotional damage.'”

Shea raised an eyebrow. “Why did you suddenly turn into a seductress just because of that backstory?”

Alice pouted dramatically, feigning innocence. “Why do you all act like this is a bad thing?”

Larissa deadpanned. “Because it is.”

Alice ignored her, tilting her head back to Allen. “So, what do you think?”

She trailed a single finger down his cheek, her voice playful, teasing. “Speechless already?”

Allen knew her too well. She was playing with him. There was no way she expected him to take her seriously. But he decided to play along.

His hands moved—one resting at her waist, fingers gripping her firmly, the other catching her wrist mid-motion, stopping her teasing movents.

Alice blinked, montarily surprised.

Then Allen smirked. “Fine.”

His grip on her tightened slightly, pulling her just a little closer. “Then spoil .”

The room went dead silent.

Alice’s eyes widened slightly, before her expression twisted into delight.

‘Oh. Oh, so that’s how we’re playing this?’

She laughed softly, the sound low and smooth, as Allen guided her hand downward—from his jawline, to his throat, tracing the sharp lines of his collarbone, further still to his chest, over his solid abs.

Alice licked her lips, her voice purring. “Oh? Changing the rules on , babe?”

Allen’s eyes glead, his smirk never fading. “You started this.”

Alice humd, her fingers pressing lightly against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin even through his shirt.

“Mmm. True. But I wasn’t expecting you to be such a willing participant.”

She curled her fingers slightly, trailing them lower, a slow, deliberate movent— Until Bella threw a pillow at them.

-THUD!

Alice yelped as the pillow smacked her square in the head, making her flinch back.

Bella glared. “Okay, NO. This is where we draw the line.”

Shea groaned loudly, rubbing her temples. “I knew she was going to escalate this. I just knew it.”

Jane whistled, grinning. “Well, that was fun while it lasted.”

Zoe leaned back, stretching. “I don’t know, I kinda wanted to see who’d tap out first.”

Alice huffed, rubbing the spot where the pillow hit her. “Rude.”

Allen leaned back, looking completely unbothered. “You walked into that one.”

Alice pouted, folding her arms. “I was winning.”

Vivian chuckled. “Not really. He flipped the script on you and you froze for a second.”

Alice clicked her tongue. “A montary lapse in concentration.”

Bella pointed at Alice. “Get off him. Now.”

Alice grinned, shaking her head. “You underestimate my persistence, babe.”

Allen snorted, about to brush it off, but then— Alice’s eyes glinted. That was the only warning he got. Before he could react, her hand slid up—and rested lightly on his throat.

The shift in atmosphere was instant.

The teasing playfulness from before? Gone.

Sothing in her expression darkened, her eyes gleaming with sothing deeper, sothing dangerous. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his skin.

And then she whispered, “I’m serious now. No more play.”

Allen’s muscles tensed slightly, but he didn’t move her hand away.

Because he could tell— She ant it.

Alice’s fingers pressed against his throat, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind him she was there.

Then— She tilted her head, and without hesitation, she licked his Adam’s apple.

Allen exhaled sharply, his body twitching at the sensation.

‘Shit.’

Alice wasn’t done. She moved higher, her lips brushing dangerously close to his ear. And then she bit it—playfully, but with just enough pressure.

Allen groaned, low and rough, his eyes fluttering shut for a second.

Because, yeah.

It was that good.

The girls froze instantly. The air in the room shifted completely.

Shea was the first to snap out of it. “Alice,” she said slowly, her voice half warning, half amused, “just a reminder… he just had a leg day today.”

Alice paused, blinking. “Hm?”

Allen groaned, closing his eyes.

Yeah.

There was no way the others had missed that.

Zoe tilted her head, watching the way Allen’s breathing had changed. “Uh… she’s actually serious, isn’t she?”

Bella groaned, rubbing her face. “Oh my god, Alice.”

Vivian smirked, clearly enjoying the show. “Well, well. Soone’s getting spoiled tonight.”

Jane whistled. “Honestly? I didn’t see this coming. Not like this.”

Larissa sighed, shaking her head. “We should stop her, right?”

None of them moved.

Because Allen wasn’t stopping her either.

Alice’s eyes flicked down, watching him carefully. She tightened her grip slightly, fingers pressing against his pulse, feeling the way his heartbeat picked up just a little. “Push away if you don’t want it,” she murmured. She was giving him an out.

And yet— Allen didn’t move.

He could have.

He should have.

But he didn’t.

Because, yeah—he was tired.

But that didn’t an he didn’t want intimacy.

The past few days had been ntally exhausting, and after the call from his mom earlier, there was a part of him. A stupid, selfish part—that just wanted to be held, to be spoiled, to be understood. But Allen wasn’t the type to ask for it. Not outright. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to demand the girls just magically understand what was going on in his head.

But Alice?

He knew Alice was only teasing him, but he wanted it.

Her grip on his throat loosened, trailing down to rest on his collarbone, fingers lightly tracing the fabric of his shirt.

Allen finally opened his eyes, eting hers.

Alice tilted her head, her smirk softening just slightly.

“So?” she murmured. “Are you gonna say it, or do I have to drag it out of you?”

Allen’s jaw tensed slightly, his grip on her waist tightening.

“…Tch.”