Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1850: Harem Vacation [Part 2]

Villain Ch 1850. Harem Vacation [Part 2]

Inside, the girls were already scattering to their seats.

Vivian claid the chaise lounge.

Bella took three mini-cakes and a pillow fort.

Jane sat by the window and pulled out a book of dark poetry.

Zoe imdiately removed her shoes and closed her eyes like she was entering ditation.

Azura sat beside Allen and crossed her legs like a queen watching the world burn.

The engines humd low. Smooth. Deep. Like power waiting to unfurl.

Shea walked up the aisle and dropped into the seat across from Allen. Her gaze locked on his face.

"You look tense," she said softly.

"Yeah," Larissa chid from nearby. "You’re weirdly quiet today."

Allen gave a breath of a laugh. Not quite humor. Not quite bitterness either.

He looked out the window.

"Call weird," he said quietly, "but this is the first ti I’ve flown. Or took a limo."

The jet lifted, smooth as breath.

His eyes stayed on the shrinking world below.

"So yeah... I feel weird."

Silence.

Then Shea reached across and grabbed his hand.

"You’re allowed to feel weird."

"I’ve always felt weird," Allen muttered. "But this is different. Like I stole soone else’s life."

"You are soone else now," Azura said. "So maybe it fits."

"Still doesn’t feel like mine."

Vivian stretched lazily, lips curled. "It will. Once you ruin it enough to feel like ho."

Laughter.

Allen smiled, just a little.

"So what are we doing when we get there?" Bella asked.

"I want to hike," Shea said, stretching her arms like a fitness model doing a warmup reel.

"I want to spar," Azura muttered, cracking her knuckles. "A private one. For the tournant. I have decided to join too."

"Sex," Vivian said bluntly, unapologetically crossing her legs like she was planning the murder of Allen’s stamina.

"I want to watch Allen try to relax," Jane said dryly, flipping a page in her weathered paperback.

Zoe, sprawled under her jacket with her boots propped up, opened one eye. "I want him to cook. One dinner. Full course."

Allen blinked. "Wait, what?"

"You heard ," Zoe murmured, closing her eyes again. "Mountain retreat. We want Chef Allen."

"Seconded," Shea chid in imdiately. "Apron. Rustic vibes. Shirtless optional, but strongly encouraged."

Bella leaned forward with a grin. "Can I request whipped cream?"

"On pancakes," Allen said sternly.

"On Allen," Vivian added with zero sha.

"No," he muttered, flushing. "Hard no."

"Soft no?" Vivian teased.

Larissa leaned over from her seat, wine glass in hand despite it not even being noon. "We’re corrupting him."

"He was never pure," Azura added, not even looking up from tying her hiking boots.

"Thank you for your honesty," Allen muttered.

"You’re welco," she said sweetly.

Allen buried his face in his hands, muttering like a man counting down a prison sentence. "Three days. I just have to survive three days."

Vivian giggled, stretching like a satisfied cat. "Oh, darling. You won’t survive the first night."

Jane didn’t even look up. "Statistically, that sounds accurate."

Allen exhaled slowly, leaning back in his seat as the jet began its descent. The hum of the engine softened, that familiar shift in gravity nudging them downward. Outside the window, green ridgelines rolled across the horizon—thick forest blanketed in morning mist, the peaks like they were dusted in powdered sugar. And nestled near one of those higher hills?

Their mountain villa.

Private. Secluded. Expensive.

The landing was smooth, like butter on polished marble, and when the cabin door opened, the chill of high-altitude air greeted them—crisp, woodsy, pine-kissed. The scent of cedar and clean wind mixed with faint jet fuel, but the mont they stepped down the stairs to the black SUV waiting below, the real vacation started.

Allen helped the girls into the car one by one—despite Vivian’s joke that she could climb him instead. Azura rolled her eyes. Bella flirted. Shea adjusted her shades like she was entering a photoshoot.

They drove uphill for twenty minutes, the road winding like a snake through tall pines and ancient rocks. The car was silent for a bit, filled with that peaceful hum of tires over gravel and the occasional comnt like.

"This better have a hot tub," said Larissa, peering out the tinted window.

"Or a dungeon," added Jane, without a hint of irony.

"...A what now?" Allen asked.

Jane shrugged. "Just saying. If it’s luxurious enough."

"Define dungeon," Zoe murmured from the back.

Then, they saw it.

The mountain villa rose like sothing out of a billionaire’s board. Built into the slope, the architecture was a blend of modern steel-and-glass luxury with rustic wood paneling and natural stone. A slanted black roof. Wraparound balconies. Floor-to-ceiling windows that reflected the treetops. The kind of place people would film music videos or fake influencer retreats.

"Holy crap," Bella whispered, pressing her face to the glass. "Are we squatting in a CEO’s house?"

"Don’t tempt fate," Allen muttered, but even he felt a little dazed. He hadn’t expected it to look... this impressive.

And the security.

As they pulled in through the private gate—yes, there was a gate—caras tracked the car’s motion. One of them zood in and followed Allen’s face like it was scanning for terrorist history. Infrared sensors lined the periter. A small security booth stood at the edge of the property, complete with a man in black tactical gear who nodded silently as the SUV passed.

"You booked a villa or a fortress?" Larissa asked, amused, arms crossed as she eyed the security caras, the double gates, the discreet guards in black standing just far enough to look casual but close enough to end soone.

Allen shrugged. "It belongs to my family."

Alice tilted her head, appearing behind him without warning—again. "I know it belongs to your family," she said, eyeing the towering villa with narrowed eyes, "but I thought it wouldn’t be this huge."

Shea pushed her shades up and let out a low whistle. "Even my villa isn’t this big," she muttered, flicking her hair over one.

Allen lifted both hands in surrender. "Hey, don’t look at like I’m hiding secrets. I’m shocked too. This is my first ti here."