Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1658 - 1658: One Step Further (Magic Castle Bonus)

Villain Ch 1658. One Step Further (Magic Castle Bonus)

Her throat tightened. “W-Wrong about what?”

“That you want me to take it one step further… right now.”

Her eyes widened, pulse hammering harder than ever. The words slipped straight into her bloodstream like heat.

But before she could gather any answer —

Kai’s voice cut in smoothly. “We’ve arrived, sir.”

Allen immediately pulled back, like nothing had ever happened. The heat, the weight, the charged moment — all withdrawn, leaving her breathless.

He opened his door first, stepping out with that same effortless grace. Calm. Composed. Still looking as if this was just another casual stop in his afternoon.

Then he turned, extended his hand to her — polite, almost gentlemanly — like the predator had momentarily put his teeth away.

Mila placed her trembling hand in his, allowing him to help her out of the car.

Her world was spinning.

And he knew it.

Allen’s fingers closed gently around hers, warm and steady. The contrast between his calm touch and her racing pulse only made her feel more off balance.

The doors to the LUXÉ PRIVATE CINEMA slid open automatically as they approached. The soft glow from the inside spilled out—warm golden lights reflecting off dark polished marble, velvet curtains framing the grand entrance, and subtle, elegant music playing beneath it all like a low purr.

It didn’t feel like a cinema.

It felt like walking into someone’s private suite.

A sharply dressed attendant greeted them immediately, bowing his head. “Mr. Goldborne, your private room is ready. We’ve prepared everything per your standing preferences,” he announced.

Allen nodded politely. “Thank you.” Yes, while waiting for Mila earlier, Allen had reserved this place. He decided to bring her here.

The attendant gestured toward one of the private corridors, the doors shutting softly behind them, sealing them into the exclusive cocoon of absolute privacy.

The hallway was silent but intimate. Dim lighting, soft carpets, not a single sound of any other patrons.

Mila’s heels barely made a noise as she followed Allen down the short corridor, her breath tight in her chest.

Finally, they reached the private screening room.

The door opened smoothly into a stunning space. Only six oversized reclining leather seats, a crystal drink cart already waiting, a large screen framed by velvet drapes, and soft ambient lights glowing like candlelight.

It was intimate.

Private.

Way too private.

Mila swallowed again as they stepped inside.

But Allen… as always, unbothered.

He casually removed his jacket, handing it off to the silent attendant who retreated quietly.

Just the two of them now.

Mila stood there, her fingers fidgeting slightly with her purse strap.

Allen turned to her, his voice softer now, low, almost tender.

“Mila,” he said, stepping a little closer. “You know… you don’t have to stay if this feels uncomfortable.” His voice was above the whisper.

Her breath caught again.

“If you want, we can leave. Go somewhere else. Anywhere you want.”

It wasn’t pressure. It was genuine.

He meant it.

That was what made it even more dangerous.

He was giving her a door.

But the temptation was to stay.

Mila shook her head quickly. “N-No. I—I want to stay.”

Allen’s gaze softened, waiting.

“To be honest…” she whispered, cheeks flushing, “I… I wanted to watch a certain movie. If I could…”

His lips curved into that faint, knowing smile. “Of course.”

Mila bit her lip. “It’s a little embarrassing though.”

Allen simply raised a brow, voice a quiet invitation. “Tell me.”

She lowered her head slightly, eyes darting away for a second. “Bound Hearts.”

Allen’s brow lifted slightly.

Ah. That one.

One of those high-end, elegantly shot romance-dramas. Darkly sensual. Beautiful. Intense. The kind of film that didn’t technically cross lines, but so close to them it left viewers breathless.

And Mila had just willingly admitted that this was the one she wanted to watch alone with him in a private theater.

His smile deepened—not mocking, not arrogant. Just… pleased.

“An excellent choice,” he said softly. “Shall we?”

Mila nodded, cheeks burning.

Allen glanced toward the waiting staff with a small nod.

One of the attendants stepped forward immediately, moving with the same quiet efficiency that permeated the entire place. His gloved hands glided across the sleek control panel as if rehearsed a thousand times.

Within seconds, the screen came to life, glowing softly as the opening credits began to roll across the massive display. The elegant orchestral score filled the private theater, wrapping the room in its warm, sensual atmosphere.

He returned to his seat beside Mila, sitting close — but still not touching. Always leaving that perfect sliver of distance that somehow felt heavier than contact itself.

A staff member appeared briefly with the drink cart.

“Shall I pour?”

Allen nodded once. “Champagne.”

The attendant filled two tall glasses carefully before disappearing as silently as he came.

Allen handed one glass to Mila, his fingers brushing hers lightly as she accepted it.

They clinked glasses gently.

The film started, the opening scenes bathed in warm, moody lighting. Elegant people. Intense gazes. Hands brushing, lips barely meeting. That slow, agonizing tension the film was famous for.

Mila tried to focus.

She really tried.

But she could feel him beside her — calm, steady, perfectly composed as always.

Every time her chest rose, she could feel the tightness in her breath.

Every time her skin warmed, she could feel the fine layer of heat buzzing just beneath her skin.

And every time the characters on screen leaned in toward each other, she couldn’t stop imagining Allen doing the same.

Her thighs squeezed together unconsciously.

Allen caught the subtle movement from the corner of his eye. But, of course, said nothing.

His hand rested on the armrest between them, relaxed, open — just there. Close enough to tempt. Far enough to remain innocent.

Mila’s pulse raced even faster.

Minutes ticked by like that.

Tension layered over tension.

Scene after scene of slow, sensual build-up — characters breathing each other in, touches hovering just before contact.

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