Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 988. Sensual Dance

Alice was the first to step out. But this time, there was no playful teasing or shy hesitation. Her confidence was clear as she approached Allen. She wore a sheer, black lace negligee that clung to her curves, the fabric just transparent enough to reveal the outline of her body beneath.

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The delicate straps of the lingerie accentuated her slender shoulders, while the plunging neckline drew attention to her chest.

Once Alice was in front of him, she struck a pose—not the playful, idol-like stance from before, but something far more provocative. She leaned forward slightly, her hand resting on her hip, her eyes locked onto Allen’s with an intensity. Her lips curled into a seductive smile as she slowly straightened up.

Without a word, Alice walked over to the sofa where Allen was seated. Instead of returning to the bathroom as she had earlier, she sat down beside him, her body pressed close against his. The intoxicating scent of her perfume filled his senses, but what truly surprised him was what came next. Leaning in, Alice brought her lips to his ear, her breath hot against his skin.

She lightly flicked her tongue against his earlobe, a teasing lick that made Allen’s heart skip a beat.

"I can’t wait to eat you tonight," Alice whispered, her voice low and sultry, the playful energy she usually exuded replaced by something far more seductive.

Allen was taken aback by this side of Alice, she now displayed a boldness that left him momentarily speechless. He could feel the heat rising in his face, but before he could respond, the bathroom door opened again, and Bella stepped out.

Bella’s entrance was no less dramatic. She wore a deep red satin chemise that hugged her figure perfectly. The color contrasted beautifully with her fair skin, highlighting the curves of her hips and the gentle swell of her breasts. Her hips swayed with each step, the satin of her chemise brushing lightly against her thighs.

When she reached the spot where Alice had posed, Bella turned to face Allen, her eyes narrowing with a playful yet possessive gleam. She slowly raised one hand to her lips, blowing him a kiss before giving him a slow, deliberate wink that sent his pulse racing.

Instead of stopping there, Bella continued to move closer, her eyes never leaving Allen’s. When she reached his side, she didn’t sit down immediately. Instead, she leaned in close, her face inches from his as she spoke in a low, almost growling tone. "You’re mine," she whispered, the possessiveness in her voice making her seem both dangerous and endearing.

The intensity of her words was enough to make Allen’s breath catch, but there was something in Bella’s demeanor that softened the effect, making her look almost cute despite her declaration’s ferocity.

Allen found himself sandwiched between Alice and Bella.

Next, Larissa was the next to emerge from the bathroom, and she made her entrance with a boldness that immediately captured Allen’s full attention. Unlike the others, who had struck seductive poses at a distance, Larissa walked straight toward him, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made his heart pound in his chest.

She wore a deep violet lingerie set, the rich color contrasting beautifully against her pale skin. The lace bralette highlighted the curves of her chest, while the matching panties accentuated the soft curve of her hips.

Larissa reached the spot directly in front of Allen, she began to sway her body to the rhythm of the music, her movements slow and sensual. The fabric of her lingerie clung to her every curve as she moved, her hands roaming over her own body in a way that was both teasing and tantalizing.

She let her fingers trace along the straps of her bralette, down the sides of her waist, and over the swell of her hips, as if she was inviting Allen to imagine following the same path.

Allen couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. The way she moved, the confidence in her gaze—it was mesmerizing. Larissa noticed his attention and seemed pleased by it. A smirk curled at the corners of her lips as she continued her slow, sensual dance, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him.

But just as the tension in the room reached its peak, Alice, who was still nestled close to Allen’s side, couldn’t help but let out a spontaneous whine. "Hey, that’s cheating," she protested, her tone playful but with a hint of genuine jealousy.

Bella, sitting on Allen’s other side, quickly pressed her hand to her mouth. Alice glanced over at Larissa, clearly trying to maintain her pout, but the sight of Larissa’s confident smirk only made her smile sheepishly. "Sowwy," she mumbled in a muffled voice, clearly aware that Larissa had outdone them in the seduction department.

Larissa simply raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing as she slowed her movements to a stop. "All’s fair in love and war," she teased, her voice dripping with confidence.

She leaned in, her lips hovering just above Allen’s, the proximity making his breath hitch. He could feel the warmth of her skin. For a moment, he thought she might kiss him, but instead, she merely lingered, her tongue darting out to lightly trace the outline of his lips. It was a tease, a breadcrumb of what could be, and it left him craving more.

Just as quickly as she had approached, Larissa pulled back, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she settled into the seat next to him.

A look of disappointment flashed across his face, his eyes lingering on Larissa as if silently asking for more. But she just leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, her demeanor calm and self-assured as if she had already won this game of seduction.

Before Allen could dwell on it for too long, the bathroom door opened again, and this time it was Vivian who stepped out. The sight of her made Allen’s eyes widen, and a sharp intake of breath caught in his throat. Vivian’s choice of lingerie was nothing short of scandalous. It was just an oversized satin ribbon that wrapped around her, as if she were a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

The ribbon covered only the essentials, the huge bow resting provocatively over her breasts, practically begging to be pulled.