Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1860: Rules are Rules

Villain Ch 1860. Rules are Rules

Zoe bit her lip—hard.

Trying not to make a sound.

But then—

His fingers slid under the bra.

His thumbs brushed her nipples.

She shivered.

Hard.

Allen looked at her face.

Watched every twitch. Every gasp.

Then—

He went faster.

Palms massaging. Fingers teasing.

Soft turned rough.

Gentle turned feral.

Zoe’s body arched.

And then—

One hand slipped down.

Over her stomach.

Beneath her waistband.

Into her panties.

She jolted like electricity hit her.

"Allen—!"

But he still didn’t speak.

Didn’t need to.

His fingers found her clit.

Rubbed.

Tight circles.

Fast. Precise.

rciless.

She moaned.

Sharp. Guttural. Raw.

Her thighs clamped around his wrist.

Her breath shattered.

She clawed at his shoulder, back, hair—anything.

She was so close.

Her body trembled.

Her moans grew louder—unrestrained.

And then—

-Beep!

The tir.

Allen pulled away.

Smooth. Calm. Unbothered.

He sat back.

Hands in his lap.

Like nothing had happened.

Zoe was still shaking.

Her bra pushed up.

Her panties soaked.

Her heart slamming against her chest.

"I—" she tried to speak.

No words.

Just gasps.

Vivian stood slowly and clapped once. "Ladies. The man is lethal."

"I didn’t finish," Zoe said hoarsely.

Larissa sipped wine. "None of us will. That’s the plan."

Jane grunted from the couch. "It’s psychological warfare. Death by edging."

Allen didn’t say a word.

Just smiled.

Soft. Innocent.

He turned his head slightly.

Looked Zoe straight in the eyes.

Then licked his fingers.

Slowly.

"I’m only following the gas rules. Next," Allen said, voice smoother than warm whiskey.

Larissa took her chocolate without speaking.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t flinch.

Just chewed.

Elegant. Confident.

Untouchable.

She rolled the die with her usual detached grace.

5.

Five minutes.

She raised an eyebrow. "Plenty of ti."

Then she pulled her card.

’The target may whisper into your ear. Anything. But they must not touch you while doing it.’

Her smirk ca fast.

Too fast.

This was her territory.

Words. Seduction. The tease of proximity without permission.

Easy.

She set the card down with a flick of her manicured nails. "I’ll survive."

But Allen?

Allen was already rising.

No hesitation.

No smug look.

Just that sa calculated heat in his eyes—like he was reading her.

Larissa didn’t flinch.

Didn’t look away.

Even when he knelt in front of her.

Even when he leaned closer.

And then—

His fingers grazed her knee.

Not touching.

Just close enough to send a jolt of anticipation.

Her throat tightened.

"Rules, darling."

"No touching," she reminded.

Voice still smug. Still calm.

For now.

But then—he leaned in.

Closer.

His breath hit her skin first.

Warm. Soft.

Too close to ignore.

Then—his voice.

Low. Raspy. Desperate.

He breathed.

"I want to touch you so badly."

A small pause. Then—

"I’m so hard right now it hurts."

Larissa froze.

"I keep picturing your legs," Allen whispered. "Wrapped around my waist."

Another breath, warm against her jaw.

"I want to beg. Right here. Let kiss you. Let taste you. Let —"

He groaned.

A soft, choked, need-dripping sound.

Not cocky.

Not mocking.

Needy.

And that—

That shattered her.

Because Larissa didn’t fall for power.

She was power.

But weakness?

Real, unfiltered hunger?

A man on his knees, whispering fantasies like prayers?

That was her kink.

She stopped breathing.

Her thighs pressed together.

Hard.

Allen’s lips didn’t even touch her.

But the way he whispered—

Like each word was a touch he couldn’t give.

Like she was the only salvation to his tornt.

It wasn’t acting.

It was intentional torture.

And she liked it.

Too much.

She blinked. Tried to speak.

Failed.

His voice ca again. "You sll like sin. And I want to drown in it. I want to bury my cock inside you... I want you to milk all my load till I’m dry."

The tir buzzed.

He pulled back.

Effortlessly calm.

Like he hadn’t just made her knees weak with a breath.

Larissa sat frozen.

Pulse racing.

Lips parted.

"I..." she croaked.

Swallowed.

"...need more wine."

Vivian cackled. "You need holy water."

Zoe, still recovering beside her, whispered hoarsely, "Maybe a priest too."

Larissa didn’t answer.

Her legs were still trembling under the robe.

And Allen?

He just sat back—quiet, unreadable.

Bella was already holding a chocolate.

Eyes glazed.

Lips parted.

She didn’t even speak.

Just popped it into her mouth, chewed like she was already drunk off it, and rolled the die with one trembling hand.

4.

A beat.

Then she flipped the card.

’Target may use mouth only. Your body is the map.’

She blinked.

Made a small, strangled sound in her throat.

"Oh no..."

The others leaned forward.

He grinned.

A slow, wicked grin.

Like a wolf invited to a banquet.

Then he stepped toward her.

One knee lowered.

Then the other.

Bella couldn’t move.

Didn’t even try.

Her legs parted slightly without thought.

Her robe already half-untied.

Allen started low.

He bent forward—

Kissed the top of her foot.

Then the curve of her ankle.

His lips were warm.

Precise.

Hungry.

Then—

He used his teeth.

She gasped when he bit the tie of her robe.

Pulled it loose with a growl.

No hands.

Just his mouth, his jaw, his tongue.

The fabric slid open—

And Allen never stopped.

He kissed up her calf, nipped the inside of her knee, then—

He moaned softly.

His mouth grazed higher.

Over her inner thigh.

Open. Slow.

He left a bite mark so gentle it blood like a bruise made of heat.

Bella shuddered violently.

She tried to keep her breath quiet—

Failed.

He leaned forward and bit the lace of her panties.

Tugged.

Pulled.

Snapped it loose with a sinful sound.

And kept going.

Kissed just above where fabric had been.

Close enough to make her hips buck—

Then pulled away.

She whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

Allen was already moving upward.

He reached her waist.

Pressed his lips to her navel.

Then her ribs.

Then—

Through her bra—

He found her breast.

Bit lightly.

Suckled once.

And when she moaned too loudly—

He moaned back.

That sa low, guttural sound.

A sound like sex wearing a tuxedo.

Her whole body arched.

He bit the strap next.

Slid it down her shoulder with his teeth.

No hands.

No rcy.

Then—

His mouth found the skin above her heart.

And he kissed it like a man starved.

Left another bite there too.

Bella fell back onto the couch like her spine had given out.

One hand covered her mouth.

The other?

Fisted the cushion so hard her knuckles went white.

Her body trembled.

Every nerve felt hot.

Buzzing.

Allen finally leaned back.

Looked at her.

Hair tousled.

Neck flushed.

Lips swollen from biting them.

"You’re not real," Bella whispered.

Allen tilted his head.

Smiled faintly.

"I am... I’m your boyfriend..."

Azura stood up.

"I—NOPE—"

She walked straight into the kitchen.

Alice yelled after her, "You’re next!"

Azura shouted, "I’M NOT READY!"

Allen just smiled.

Still soft.

Still sweet.

Still lting them all one by one.

Vivian chewed a chocolate, threw the dice and drew her card.

Didn’t even wait.

6 minutes.

’He may kneel and worship any part of you.’

Allen didn’t even blink.

He dropped.

On his knees.

Hands on her thighs.

Head on her lap.

Lips brushing bare skin.

Kisses like slow fire.

Vivian lted.