Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1617. Winner Gets The First Dance

He didn’t. Not right away.

Instead, Allen’s hand slid along her jaw, fingers tightening until her breath hitched—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who was in control. His thumb brushed her cheek as if studying the softness he was about to ruin.

Then he kissed her.

Hard.

There was nothing tender in it—no slow buildup, no warning. His lips crashed into hers like a storm breaking glass. It was brutal, consuming. Teeth grazed skin. Their breath tangled. He tasted like blood, fire, and something darker.

Vivian’s gasp melted into a low, desperate moan. Her fingers gripped his neck like she needed him to stay, like she could drown and he was the only thing keeping her tethered to existence. Her heart thundered against her ribs.

He kissed like he wanted to devour her.

And she kissed back like she’d let him.

Her heart thundered—wild, relentless. She felt it pulse in her throat, pound in her chest, throb between her legs. Her thighs pressed together, breath hitching, fingers tightening around his neck, craving more.

Damn it!

She really liked this version of Allen.

The danger. The cold cruelty. The way he didn’t ask for affection—he took it. Like everything in this game belonged to him and he was just collecting interest.

She melted into him for a second longer, lips parting, nails lightly scraping down his back. She would’ve gone further—wanted to. But—

“Ahem,” Shea coughed, awkward but amused. “Uh… you know we do need to move, right?”

Allen pulled away, still close enough that Vivian could feel his breath on her lips.

Then he turned his head toward Shea, that damn smirk spreading again.

“Do you want it too?” he asked, voice low and smooth like bloodwine.

Shea blinked. Her wings fluttered, just once.

She opened her mouth.

She did want it. A dangerous, intrusive thought had been creeping through her spine the entire fight. Something about the way he moved—cold, precise, untouchable. It stirred something beneath her calm. A hunger that didn’t belong to stats or numbers.

But before she could say anything—

-Woosh!

He vanished.

Shadow Step.

A gust of cold mana brushed her cheek, and suddenly Allen was right in front of her—face inches from hers.

His crimson eyes were sharp, unblinking—so intense they pinned her in place like a blade to the throat. The scent of blood and scorched steel clung to him, earthy and electric, intoxicating.

Shea froze, her wings trembling slightly.

His lips hovered just shy of hers—close enough that she felt their heat ghosting over her skin. Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled instinctively.

The world narrowed.

Just him.

Just now.

Then his voice dropped, dark and dangerous.

“Let’s move,” he whispered. “Once we finish this dungeon…”

His lips twitched at the corner. That smirk.

“…we’ll have our own party. In the crypts.”

He leaned even closer. Nose brushing hers.

“You know what I mean.”

Then—just like that—he turned.

And walked away.

The echo of his boots over scorched obsidian faded down the hall, leaving Shea stunned and rooted to the spot.

She didn’t say anything.

Couldn’t.

Her pulse hadn’t calmed. Her fingers twitched near her hips.

She wasn’t the only one.

The rest of the girls stood still, scattered in a loose formation, but their expressions all said the same thing.

They understood.

This wasn’t just a boss clear anymore.

This was war and… a foreplay.

And Allen had just made a promise—dark, sensual, and sharp as his blade.

Clear the dungeon.

Then claim their reward.

Vivian exhaled slowly, smiling like she just survived being kissed by a god.

Alice floated upside down and muttered, “You know what? I’m not even gonna complain. This is fun now.”

Zoe cracked her neck. “Alright. Everyone stop thirsting. Let’s get to that forge room.”

Shea shook off her stunned moment and followed. “Yeah. Let’s move.”

They entered the next chamber, and the world changed.

The hallway split into shattered platforms suspended in midair.

Bridges—if you could call them that—formed only when stepped on.

Invisible until activated.

Below was a void of abyssal nothing, dotted with screaming statues that wailed and twisted their mouths open like silent banshees.

And there were dozens.

Their eyes followed the girls.

Zoe’s voice dropped. “Those statues better not start moving.”

“They do,” Jane replied, already charging a curse in her palm. “Every few seconds, one of them activates. Random aggro.”

Bella added, “The bridge path shifts if you kill the wrong statue.”

“So guess right,” Alice said, cheerful as ever.

The atmosphere was heavy again—but different.

The drive changed.

They moved faster.

Sharper.

Each step more aggressive, like they were chasing something that burned hotter than loot or exp.

Vivian led first, practically gliding across the platforms. She lashed a whip across the face of one statue as its eyes lit up red. The scream echoed—then cut off mid-way.

A bridge segment lit beneath her.

[Correct Target Eliminated – Path Fragment Activated]

Shea swept through next with Wind Blades, launching feathers like darts that sliced a row of mouths open. “Not that one,” she called. “Wrong shade on the teeth.”

Bella cracked the floor with Earthquake Stomp—half the statues shattered from the impact. Three bridges lit.

Allen didn’t speak.

He just walked.

The path formed beneath his boots without delay—like the dungeon knew who it served now.

Behind him, the others followed with more urgency than before.

They wanted to reach the forge.

They needed to.

And not because it was the next quest node.

But because Allen had promised something waiting after.

And right now, every girl here wanted to see what that party in the crypts would look like.

Every hit they landed had more edge.

Every spell they cast burned hotter.

Even Zoe snapped a statue’s head with a hydrolance and whispered, “Hurry the hell up.”

Alice floated by and murmured, “I vote we kill the boss before Allen does. Winner gets the first dance.”

Jane giggled. “Winner? You all wish.”

And somewhere in the dark… the forge’s flame finally flickered to life.

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