Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1931 - Capítulo 1931: Violated by Gravity
Capítulo 1931: Violated by Gravity
Villain Ch 1931. Violated by Gravity
They arrived at the airport.
Small. Quiet. Local.
The kind of place where the security staff doubled as customer service and the vending machine had a single lonely bottle of coconut water that had expired two weeks ago.
But none of that mattered—because the moment Allen stepped out of the van, it became obvious.
They were a sight.
Allen in front, black sunglasses on, jacket slung over one shoulder like a runway model who’d stopped caring. His hair tousled just enough to look effortless. Every step casual. Clean. Dominant.
And behind him?
Eight women.
Stumbling. Groaning. Whispering death wishes into the wind.
Zoe walked like she’d just finished a six-hour leg day. Every few steps, she muttered, “I hate you,” toward Allen. No one corrected her.
Shea dragged her luggage behind her like it was her mortal enemy. “My thighs are screaming. I feel violated by gravity.”
Jane whispered, “Please let me die,” with every inhale. At one point she just dropped to her knees beside the check-in kiosk. “Just bury me in the tarmac. I’ll haunt the runway.”
Bella moved slower than an elderly tortoise, pulling her suitcase with one hand and shielding her eyes with the other like she was allergic to sunlight.
Alice had one slipper on. One. And didn’t seem aware. She muttered spells under her breath that may or may not have been curses.
Azura clung to Vivian like she might faint. Vivian, barely holding herself together, had two pairs of sunglasses on. No one questioned it.
The airport staff blinked. Then gawked.
One man dropped his clipboard.
Another whispered, “Are they… filming something?”
A group of elderly women sitting on the benches turned their heads in unison. One of them muttered, “Good heavens. What on earth did that poor boy do to those girls?”
Allen adjusted his sunglasses and didn’t react.
Inside, the receptionist asked if they needed assistance, seeing the borderline apocalypse behind him. Allen smiled politely. “Do you have a buggy cart?”
“Ah… no sir. Unfortunately, we’re too small for that.”
He nodded. “Push chairs?”
“We… have one. For the elderly.”
Allen turned to the group, hopeful. “You want it?”
Jane gave him the finger without lifting her head.
“I’m not old,” Zoe said flatly. “Just broken.”
Shea muttered, “I have pride. Also, I can’t feel my knees.”
Azura shook her head gently, cheeks pink. “I-I’ll walk…”
Vivian snorted. “We’d rather die.”
“I think we’re halfway there already,” Alice added.
Allen sighed. “You all act like I didn’t go through the same thing.”
“You went to the gym,” Bella hissed. “You have training. We had yoga class once last year.”
Larissa, already twenty feet ahead with both her luggage and someone else’s bag casually balanced on her arm, looked back and sighed. “I think I need to drag all of you to the gym next week.”
Allen raised a hand. “Please. Be gentle. They’re already broken.”
Jane, now dramatically limp against a baggage scale, groaned. “We did nothing wrong. Nothing.”
Zoe added, “We trusted you.”
Shea said, “We loved you.”
Vivian muttered, “Still do, unfortunately.”
“Still not my fault,” Allen said. “You played the game. You lost.”
“You are the game,” Bella snapped.
He grinned. “Thanks for noticing.”
It took them nearly fifteen minutes to cross what was objectively a very short terminal. By the time they reached the private boarding lounge, Jane was draped over Azura like a fainting Victorian lady, Zoe was dragging her jacket behind her like a cape of shame, and Shea looked one stiff breeze away from collapsing.
The private jet glimmered through the window glass—sleek, pristine, waiting. The staff bowed politely.
And Allen stood at the edge of the carpet, hands in his pockets, watching his whole chaotic, dramatic, unholy mess of a harem shuffle past like hungover zombies on a pilgrimage.
He was proud.
This was his army.
And they were damn beautiful.
Inside the jet, the girls dropped into the plush white leather seats like they’d returned from war.
Jane flopped face-first into one and groaned, “I am never trusting your chocolate-laced promises again.”
“Seconded,” Zoe said, sprawling across her seat like roadkill.
Shea sighed. “I think my abs have abs now.”
Vivian stretched, then immediately regretted it. “We looked hot, though.”
“Always,” Allen said, taking the seat across from them and crossing one leg over the other. “But let’s face it—you wouldn’t trade it for a boring trip.”
“Can we get a boring trip next time?” Bella asked, half-buried in the reclining seat, her voice muffled by the throw pillow she was clutching like a lifeline.
Allen didn’t even look up from the glass of chilled water in his hand. He just exhaled a quiet laugh and said, “Depends on you.”
Bella peeked up at him with one exhausted eye. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I just follow the flow,” he said with a shrug. “I mean, I thought we were gonna chill. You know—lazy intimate moments, maybe some wine, a movie, slow kisses on the couch. It’s vacation, not a final boss fight.”
Jane, still sprawled like roadkill on her seat, lifted a limp arm and pointed accusingly in his direction. “Lies. You started the sticker game.”
“I didn’t start it,” Allen said calmly. “I just didn’t stop it. Big difference.”
Vivian groaned. “You kept winning, that’s what pissed everyone off.”
“You kissed us like you were cashing in war bonds,” Shea added from under her blanket. “You were supposed to lose, damn it.”
“Why would I lose?” Allen asked, honestly baffled. “You literally dared me to guess who was touching me based on scent and skin alone.”
“And then you got them all right,” Zoe muttered from across the aisle. “Every. Single. One.”
“That’s not my fault. I just know my girls.”
Azura whispered, “I thought he was just pretending at first… but then he said something about my shampoo and I—yeah. He knows.”
“See?” Allen said, smug but somehow affectionate. “I planned for soft cuddles and naps. You’re the ones who brought board games, strip dares and whatever the hell that roleplay argument was between Jane and Alice in the kitchen.”
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