Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1004. You Want To Punish Me?

The scene before the girls was far from what they had envisioned. Their jaws dropped, eyes wide with disbelief and something else—a stirring heat that spread through their bodies as they witnessed the intensity of the interaction between Allen and Shea.

Vivian, who had been holding onto her note with a trembling hand, finally tore her gaze away from the pair and turned to Jane, though her eyes kept flicking back to Allen and Shea as if drawn by a magnetic force. "Is it supposed to be like this?" she asked in a shaky voice. The question loaded with confusion and a hint of awe.

The scene was undeniably hot, and the way Allen was handling Shea was making Vivian's pulse race, but this wasn't what they had planned. Allen was supposed to be the one on the receiving end of Shea's dominance, not the one controlling the situation with such effortless ease.

Jane, who had also been watching in stunned silence, shook her head slowly as if trying to clear the fog of disbelief. "That's the outline," she finally managed to say, her voice soft and uncertain. "Allen should be at Shea's mercy. That's what's supposed to happen."

Bella, who had been leaning closer to Jane in her own state of shock, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I thought Allen was supposed to be the one getting, you know, dominated," she added, her tone tinged with confusion. Her eyes kept darting back to Allen, who was still standing so confidently in front of Shea, the whip in her hand practically forgotten.

"That's the plan," Jane repeated, more to herself than to anyone else. She turned to Vivian, searching for some kind of reassurance, but all she found was the same bewilderment she felt. "Yet the opposite is happening," she said, her voice trailing off as she struggled to process what was unfolding before her.

On the other side of the group, Larissa stood quietly, her head lowered as she stared down at the note in her hands. Her fingers tightened around the paper, her mind racing with doubt and concern. "If Shea can't handle him, what about us?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shea had been their best hope, the one with the most experience, the one who could set the tone for the rest of the night. Her outline had been the most extreme, designed to put Allen firmly in his place, to establish dominance and make him submit. Shea had even brought tools—blindfolds, ties, everything she needed to toy with Allen and make him obey. But now, all of that seemed irrelevant.

Allen had taken control of the situation from the very start, twisting the plot to suit his own desires and leaving Shea, their most dominant player, struggling to keep up.

The other girls exchanged glances, their confidence shaken. If Shea, with all her experience and preparation, was faltering under Allen's gaze, what chance did they have? The plan had been simple, dominate Allen, make him submit, and enjoy the thrill of having him at their mercy. But Allen had completely derailed that plan, and now they were left wondering if they could even go through with it.

Shea stood close to Allen, her body practically vibrating with the conflicting emotions that roiled within her. She had planned to be the one in control, the one doling out punishment, but now she was the one being led, the one whose thoughts and desires were being manipulated by Allen's deliberate actions.

Her hand, which had been trembling slightly as she held the whip, twitched involuntarily, causing the tip of the leather to press against the hard bulge in Allen's underwear.

The unexpected contact made Allen flinch slightly, but rather than pulling away, he leaned into the sensation, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and challenge. "C'mon, boss," he purred, his voice a low, seductive drawl. "I know you want it. Touch it. With your hand. Make it hard.

It's your one-night toy. You want to punish me, right?"

Shea's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing as Allen's words washed over her. His tone was so tempting, so full of confident allure, that it was hard to resist the pull of his suggestion. Her hand trembled even more, the whip shaking slightly as she tried to maintain some semblance of control.

But her body was betraying her, responding to Allen's provocations with a need that was growing stronger by the second.

'No, this is too soon,' her mind screamed, a last-ditch effort to cling to the plan she had set out to execute. She had wanted to toy with Allen, to make him submit slowly, to draw out his desperation before finally giving in. But now, standing so close to him, feeling the heat radiating from his body, the solidity of his bulge under her whip, that plan was slipping away.

Allen's hand moved with deliberate slowness, rising to gently pry the whip from her grasp. The leather strap fell to the floor with a soft thud, forgotten as his fingers wrapped around hers, guiding her hand toward the waistband of his underwear. Shea's heart raced, her pulse thundering in her ears as he slipped her hand beneath the fabric, pressing it directly against the hardness of his erection.

Shea's mind went blank as she could feel the sensation of her hand against Allen's bare skin. The warmth of his body, the firmness beneath her touch. It was more intimate, more electrifying than anything she had anticipated. Her fingers twitched slightly, brushing against him, feeling the tautness of his arousal, the way his body reacted to her touch.

"See?" Allen whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, but it resonated with a deep, primal satisfaction. "Isn't this what you wanted?" He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he continued to guide her hand, making her feel every inch of him, every pulse and throb. "You want to punish me? Then do it. Make me beg. Make me yours."