Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 859 You're Not Hard On The Eyes

Villain Ch 859. You're Not Hard On The Eyes

Allen's eyes t those of the won watching him, and he decided to smile back. It would be rude not to, and the last thing he wanted was to appear arrogant. His smile was genuine, though tinged with a bit of curiosity. The response was imdiate and enthusiastic. The girls giggled amongst themselves and then, still smiling, headed into one of the gym's classrooms.

If he wasn't mistaken, today's class was a booty shaping session, which ant it would be predominantly attended by won.

The giggles faded into the background. Allen couldn't help but feel a bit disoriented. Today, sothing was different. The attention he was receiving was new and unexpected.

Again, he saw familiar faces among the gym-goers, people he'd seen countless tis before. But today, their interest in him seed more pronounced. He noticed a petite blonde with a determined expression, her eyes darting in his direction between sets of squats. She was soone he had seen many tis, always focused and intense during her workouts. Today, however, her concentration appeared divided.

On the treadmill, a tall brunette caught his eye and flashed him a bright smile. Her pace was steady, her stride confident, yet her gaze kept drifting back to him. Allen returned her smile, feeling a mix of amusent and confusion. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing sothing, so clue as to why he was suddenly the center of attention. Or... was he the one who never realized it?

He finished his warm-up and moved to one of the weight stations, deciding to start with so light bench presses. As he settled onto the bench, he felt a pair of eyes on him again. He glanced up and saw the petite blonde from earlier, now doing lunges nearby. Her gaze t his briefly before she looked away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

Soon, he spotted a familiar figure entering the gym through the mirrored wall. Gerry, with his ever-present gym bag slung over one shoulder, was making his way toward him. Gerry hadn't even stopped by the locker room to stow his bag, his focus fixed entirely on Allen.

"Yo!" Gerry called out, a broad grin on his face as he approached.

Allen set the weights back on the rack and sat up, wiping the sweat from his brow with a towel. "You're late!" he complained, though his tone was light, more playful than accusatory.

Gerry laughed, shaking his head. "Hey, I'm not late. You just ca earlier than usual!" He plopped his bag down on the floor next to Allen, stretching his arms over his head and letting out a satisfied sigh. Then, with a mock-serious look, he turned towards the windows. "Is the apocalypse coming soon?" he added jokingly.

Allen chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I just thought I'd get a head start today."

Gerry raised an eyebrow, giving Allen a knowing look. "A head start, huh?" He approached Allen and lowered his voice. "Does this have anything to do with your plan to deal with Sophia?"

Allen's smile faltered slightly, and he nodded. "Yeah, sothing like that. I figured the earlier I get here, the more ti I have to get my head in the ga."

Gerry clapped him on the shoulder, his expression softening. "Good thinking, man. You'll do great. Just be yourself and don't overthink it."

Allen appreciated Gerry's confidence in him, even if he didn't entirely share it. He had always envied Gerry's easy going nature, the way he could roll with whatever life threw at him. For Allen, everything felt more calculated, more pressure-laden. But having a friend like Gerry around helped balance things out.

Gerry finally tossed his bag over his shoulder again. "I'm gonna dump this in a locker real quick, then I'll be back. Don't start the real heavy lifting without !" He pointed a playful finger at Allen before heading off to the locker room.

Gerry walked away to stash his bag in a locker and Allen turned back to his workout. He knew he had at least enough ti for one or two more sets of bench press before Gerry returned. Settling back onto the bench, he gripped the barbell and pushed up, focusing on his form and breathing. But despite his best efforts to concentrate, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

He glanced around discreetly, catching a few more lingering glances from other gym mbers.

Just as he finished his second set, Gerry reappeared, striding back towards him with an easy confidence. "Alright, ready to start?" Gerry asked, clapping his hands together.

Allen nodded, grateful for the distraction. Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire

They began working out together, moving from the bench press to the squat rack and then to the free weights, Allen noticed a shift. The attention he'd been receiving seed to dissipate almost instantly, like a cloud of curiosity lifting the mont Gerry arrived. It was as if having Gerry by his side normalized his presence, making him just another regular at the gym.

Allen considered asking Gerry about it, but before he could, Gerry spoke up. "Hey, you know what I saw out front? There's this cool motorbike parked right by the entrance. It looks custom-made, real high-end. I wonder who the owner is."

Allen felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. He knew exactly where this conversation was heading. Gerry's eyes scanned the gym, looking for anyone who seed out of place. "I've looked around, but I only see familiar faces. Maybe it belongs to one of the girls in the booty shaping class. I an, a sports motorbike and a beautiful girl—that's the best combo, right?"

Gerry grinned mischievously, and Allen could already guess the thoughts running through his friend's mind.

"Sorry to destroy your imagination," Allen said, wiping the sweat from his brow with a towel, "but that bike is mine."

Gerry froze for a mont, his eyes widening in disbelief. Then he let out a dry laugh. "Nice joke, man."

Allen shook his head, still smiling. "I'm serious. The bike out front—it's mine. Custom-ordered."

Gerry stared at him, the grin slowly fading as he realized Allen wasn't joking. "Wait, you're not kidding?"

"Nope," Allen replied.

"Damn," Gerry said, finally breaking into a genuine laugh. "That's aweso, man!"