Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1005. One-night Toy

Shea's breath came in short, shallow gasps, her entire body trembling as she stood on the precipice of giving in completely. The logical part of her mind was still screaming that this was wrong, that she was losing control, but the rest of her—her body, her desires—was completely captivated by Allen.

The way he was pushing her, challenging her, made her want to throw caution to the wind and dive headfirst into the whirlwind of sensation he was offering.

Shea gritted her teeth, a fierce determination flaring within her. She needed to be in control—she had to reclaim the upper hand before she lost herself completely to Allen's seductive challenge. Gathering her courage, she made a decisive move. With a sharp tug, she pulled down his underwear completely, revealing his half-hard cock to the room's cool air.

The sight made her heart skip a beat, but she didn't let herself falter. Instead, she pushed Allen back, forcing him onto the bed. He landed on his back with a soft thud, and to her surprise, he didn't resist at all.

Oddly enough, Allen didn't even look shocked. It was as if he had predicted her every move, like he had been expecting her to push back, to try and assert her dominance. His composure was unnerving, but it also fueled the fire inside her. She was determined not to let him get the best of her.

Shea placed her foot firmly on his abs, a clear symbol of dominance, showing him—and herself—that she was the one in control. "You surely have a lot of confidence for a rascal," she hissed, her voice laced with a mix of frustration and determination. She stared down at him, her eyes searching for any sign of weakness, any hint that he was beginning to crack under the pressure she was applying.

But when she looked into Allen's eyes, all she saw was eagerness—an eagerness that both thrilled and unnerved her. It was as if he was embracing the role of the street rascal with a twisted mind and personality, someone who wasn't afraid of anything, someone who would willingly walk into the fire just to see how it felt.

"Yes," Allen said, his voice low and taunting. "Punish me." The challenge in his tone was unmistakable. It was a dare. He was still pushing her, still trying to coax her into losing herself completely in the role she was supposed to be playing. But the way he said it, with such confidence, such twisted pleasure, made it clear that he wasn't just playing along—he was relishing it.

Shea's heart pounded in her chest, each beat a drumroll of anticipation and anxiety. She was standing at the edge of something she couldn't fully comprehend, something that had spiraled out of her control. Allen lay on the bed beneath her, his posture seemingly relaxed, almost submissive, but the look in his eyes told a different story.

There was a fire there, a silent challenge, as if he was daring her to take the lead, to push the boundaries.

His lips curled into a suggestive smile as his eyes locked onto hers, and then he slowly let his gaze drift toward the other girls who were watching. His expression was a mix of vulnerability and something more—something that made Shea's shudder. It was as if he was putting on a show, not just for her, but for everyone in the room.

Shea could feel the tension. The way Allen looked at her, the way he seemed to surrender and yet maintain control, made her head spin. Her hands trembled as she moved closer, her breath shallow and uneven. She was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, the thrill of power, the intoxicating pull of desire, and the overwhelming need to prove herself.

But Allen's gaze, that smirk playing on his lips—it all made her feel like she was the one being played, not him.

She lowered herself. Her lips were just inches from his cock. She opened her mouth and started to enjoy the tasty hard flesh. Allen let out a soft, almost inaudible moan, his eyes closing briefly as if savoring the moment. He wasn't just reacting to her touch; he was responding to the entire situation, making it clear that he was enjoying every second of this. His fingers clenched the sheets slightly.

Vivian's breath hitched as she observed the scene, her heart racing. There was something deeply unsettling and yet profoundly captivating about watching Allen in this state—lying there as if he were at Shea's mercy, yet clearly relishing every second of it. She could see the way his muscles tensed slightly under his skin, the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.

Beside her, Bella was equally mesmerized, her eyes wide as she watched Allen's every move. "He's really… into this," she whispered, unable to tear her gaze away. It was clear that Allen wasn't just a passive participant in this moment. His suggestive expressions, the way he made sure the girls could see how much he was enjoying it—he was still in control, still guiding the situation in his own way.

Shea, however, was too caught up in the moment to notice the full extent of Allen's performance. Her mind was a blur of sensation and emotion, driven by the intense connection she felt with him. She could feel his body responding to her, his flesh getting harder and bigger, his breathing quickening, and it fueled her own desire.

But beneath it all, there was a nagging thought that she wasn't truly in control—that Allen was somehow orchestrating this entire scene, playing to an audience that included not just her, but the others as well.

Jane leaned in slightly, her voice a hushed murmur. "It's like he's… making this into something more. Like he's aware of us watching, and he's putting on a show."

Larissa nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on Allen with a mixture of fascination and disbelief. "He's not just surrendering," she whispered back. "He's controlling the situation in his own way. He is... playing with us all."

Note: I will try to increase the chapters release to finish this arc faster.