Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1861: Honeymoon Suite Gone Wrong
Chapter 1861: Honeymoon Suite Gone Wrong
Villain Ch 1861. Honeymoon Suite Gone Wrong
The game had stopped being a game a long time ago.
Cards scattered across the coffee table, some bent, others stained with fingerprints of chocolate or smudges of lipstick. Dice lay forgotten, tipped against the base of an empty wine glass. The timer had been silenced so many times no one even looked at it anymore.
The villa’s polished living room, once pristine, now looked like something between a war zone and a honeymoon suite gone wrong. Cushions thrown, blankets tangled, lingerie hanging loose on shoulders or shoved halfway down thighs. The smell of chocolate lingered, mixed with sweat, perfume, wine, and Allen’s soap-warm skin.
And the sounds—
Those shallow breaths, the soft groans, the half-suppressed moans.
All of it made the air heavy, electric, unbearable.
Allen sat slouched at the edge of the couch, chest flushed, hair damp again—not from the shower this time, but from sweat clinging to his temples. Lipstick stains painted his jaw, his neck, even the slope of his collarbone. Bite marks bloomed red and purple along his shoulders, down his arms.
His pants were still on. Barely.
The zipper undone, waistband tugged low. His cock strained against the fabric, the bulge obscene, pressing tight like it wanted to tear free.
And him?
He looked calm.
Still carried that same angelic boy-next-door smirk.
Still played the role of innocent.
But his breathing gave him away.
The way his chest rose too fast.
The way his fingers tapped restless on his thigh.
The way his eyes darkened each time one of the girls shifted and something slipped further—another breast exposed, another pair of panties sliding down, another body gleaming with sweat and need.
It was maddening.
They had all hidden lingerie under their clothes like it was some clever surprise. Allen had peeled them down one by one, kissed, bit, groaned their names, played the role of seducer so flawlessly they nearly forgot it was supposed to be a game.
And then he flipped.
The smirk gone.
The innocence slipped in.
That wide-eyed, gentle look that made it seem like he was the one trapped in their web.
It was a lie.
Everyone in the room knew it.
And still—they couldn’t resist.
The result?
They were wrecked.
Vivian lay across the armchair, one tit fully out, bra strap dangling off her elbow. Lipstick smeared across her cheek from her own mouth pressed against Allen’s. She looked dazed, and furious all at once.
Zoe was half-naked on the rug, panties shoved halfway down, inner thighs glistening, face flushed to the point of fever. She hadn’t moved in minutes, just breathing like she’d run a marathon.
Larissa’s robe had long since fallen open. One breast bare, the other still caged by lace, her wine glass tipped and forgotten. Her lips were swollen, her throat marked with Allen’s teeth.
Jane sat cross-legged, hair a mess, eyeliner smudged. Her panties were gone, her bra undone. Her book of rules lay tossed aside. Her expression said ’I’ve lost control, and I hate it.’
Bella was spread out, topless, panties soaked through. Bite marks littered her breasts, her inner thighs, down to her hip bone. She kept tugging at her own hair, muttering incoherently.
Alice’s lingerie straps had snapped, leaving her naked save for stockings and a smirk that was starting to falter. Her playlist still ran on the speakers—some sultry jazz track looping endlessly, background to their chaos.
Shea sat with her shirt gone, bra tugged down, her pants missing. She was flushed, trembling, biting her lip hard enough to bruise.
And Azura—
Poor Azura.
She had started the night red-faced and hiding. Now she was topless, panties bunched at her knees, her hair wild. She hugged a pillow across her lap but it did nothing to hide how wet she was, how wrecked she looked.
Allen was the same.
Marked. Bruised. Lipstick-stained.
And yet… still smiling.
Still calm.
Until he reached for the stack of cards again.
His hand lingered on one. He rolled the die out of habit.
Then he froze.
His head tilted down.
His breath exhaled, rough.
And when he looked back up—
His mask cracked.
He dropped the card.
Didn’t even read it.
“I really need to cum…”
No smirk.
No innocence.
Just blunt, raw need.
Every girl froze.
Vivian blinked. “…Did he just—”
“Yes,” Jane muttered, voice hoarse.
“He admitted it?” Larissa whispered.
Zoe whimpered, hiding her face in her hands. “I guess.”
Azura squeaked and buried herself deeper into the pillow.
Allen leaned forward, elbows on his knees, running a hand down his face.
“I mean it,” he said, quieter now. “I can’t… keep this up. You think you’re the only ones burning here?”
The silence turned hotter.
Denser.
Their own desire, already on edge, cracked open further.
Vivian laughed breathlessly, dragging her fingers down her exposed breast. “True. I really want it too… All of this drives me crazy.”
“She’s right,” Larissa muttered. “You’ve pushed us to the brink. We’re drowning in it. Look at us.”
Allen did.
One by one, his eyes swept over them—lingerie askew, lips bruised, skin marked with his teeth.
All red-faced.
All panting.
All desperate.
His jaw clenched.
“You think I don’t want to finish this?” he said. “You think I like stopping every time that goddamn timer buzzes?”
The girls exchanged glances.
Some ashamed.
Some thrilled.
Jane finally whispered, “Then stop pretending.”
The words landed heavy.
Allen looked at her.
At them.
All of them.
His smirk returned—weak, trembling—but there.
“You really want me to stop pretending?” he asked.
Their silence was the answer.
Vivian’s tongue darted across her lips.
Shea nodded slowly, biting her lip harder.
Bella moaned under her breath.
Zoe whispered, “Please…”
Larissa tilted her head back, exposing her marked throat.
Alice whispered, “Do it.”
Jane didn’t blink. “End the game.”
Azura squeaked again but didn’t argue.
Allen sat back.
Exhaled.
His hand dragged across his lap, pressing the obvious bulge there.
His eyes darkened fully now.
And he smiled.
Not innocent.
Not calm.
Predator.
“Then you better be ready,” he said softly.
Because this time—
There would be no timer.
Pics are in my discord server (Please wait if I haven’t uploaded yet)
