Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1984

Chapter 1984: Someone Needs Punishment
Villain Ch 1984. Someone Needs Punishment

Mila was still breathless, still limp beneath him, cheeks warm and chest fluttering. She blinked slowly, like her brain hadn’t caught up to her body yet. Her limbs felt like they’d been melted into the mattress, her skin damp with sweat, heart rattling against her ribs like it didn’t know how to slow down.

She opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then tried again.

“N‑No… I mean, yes. Wait, no.” Her voice cracked as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, groaning. “I‑It’s not because you’re bad! I just— I’m just embarrassed…”

Allen stared at her for half a second, then barked a laugh. Not mocking. Just deeply amused. He shifted back slightly, brushing her hair from her flushed face with a knuckle.

“I get it,” he said, still grinning. “It’s cute.”

She turned redder. “Don’t say it’s cute…”

He leaned in and nipped her lower lip gently, just enough to make her squeak.

“Still cute,” he whispered.

Then he pulled out, slow and careful, and she whimpered again, this time from overstimulation. He didn’t say anything, just gave her a brief kiss on the forehead and slid off the bed.

She watched, dazed, as he reached for a towel already folded on the nearby chair.

Of course he had it ready. Of course he planned this whole scene out like a strategist preparing for war.

He wiped herself off, removed the condom, and tossed it into the wastebasket without a second thought. And then he bent slightly, checking the sheets. No panic. No tension.

She blinked. “You’re… really calm.”

Allen shrugged with a smirk. “Waterproof sheets. I requested them.”

Mila gawked.

He took a bottle of water from the mini fridge and popped the cap, then handed it to her. “Drink.”

She took it in both hands and sipped like her mouth wasn’t desert-dry. Then she stared again.

At him.

Or rather… at that.

Allen noticed.

He tilted his head, grin sharp. “Something in your mind?”

Her eyes widened. She panicked and looked away, cheeks blazing. “I—uh—I was just…”

He walked back to the bed, towel slung over his shoulder, and sat beside her like he wasn’t fully naked. Like he didn’t just rearrange her entire understanding of pleasure. He leaned his elbow on the mattress and looked down at her like she was something special.

Mila glanced away again, chewing her lip. Then she blurted, “If… if someday we do it raw…”

Allen raised a brow.

“…and I get pregnant,” she said softly, voice small, “what would you do?”

He didn’t even blink.

“Take responsibility.”

She froze. Her fingers tightened around the water bottle.

“…just like that?” she asked.

“Just like that.”

She hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. “What about your dad?”

Allen leaned back a little. “I already talked to him about it.”

Her eyes widened. “Wait. Seriously?”

Allen nodded. “Yeah. Jordan said if I want to step into the real world, his world, I have to own my decisions. All of them. That includes this. You. Everyone.”

He paused, voice quieter now, more honest. “He wants to groom me into the business. I said I’d do it. Not because he forced me, because I want to. No, because I’ve worked my ass off for it.”

Mila’s throat tightened.

“I’m still learning,” Allen admitted. “Still lacking experience. But I’m trying. I don’t want to leave any of you hanging.”

Her hands slowly set the water bottle aside.

Then she crawled across the sheets, still weak, still wobbly… and wrapped her arms around his bare waist.

Allen stiffened slightly, surprised. “Mila?”

She didn’t speak.

She just pressed her cheek to his chest, breathing in the warmth and scent of him, sweat, skin, heat, comfort, and held on.

He looked down.

And saw the tears.

“Hey…” he reached for her face, cupping her cheek. “Why are you crying?”

She sniffled, wiping at her eyes. “I thought this was gonna be… a one-night stand thing.”

Allen froze. His expression twisted. Somewhere between shock and insult. His brows jumped. “One-night stand?!”

Mila cringed. “U‑Uh… I mean… maybe? Possibly…?”

He pulled back a little, pointing at himself with his thumb. “You think I do one-night stands?”

“You don’t have to sound that shocked,” she muttered, trying to hide her face again.

“Oh, I am shocked.” His voice pitched up. “Do I look like the kind of guy who tosses someone out after sex? Seriously?”

She gripped his arm tighter. “I‑I just didn’t know! You’re Allen! You’ve got… confidence and looks and eight other girls who love you!”

“And you think that makes me a player?” He crossed his arms, still completely naked, still full of wounded pride. “Wow. Wow. Okay, I’m a player. A gamer. But not that kind of “player”.”

Mila snorted mid-tear. “You’re really dramatic.”

He glanced at her, brow twitching. “You just called me a one-night stand guy.”

“I didn’t say you are!” Then her voice quieter. “I just said I thought this might be.”

Allen looked down at her, studying her.

Then he sighed.

Pulled her back into his arms.

Pressed his face into her hair and grumbled, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I knew it,” she whispered.

“Knew what?”

“You do think I’m cute,” Mila said again, her voice small and a little too smug for someone curled up in his lap post‑collapse.

Allen didn’t answer. He just stared at her.

And not the soft kind of stare, either.

The kind that made her feel like she might have said something very stupid.

Her little smile faltered. She tucked her chin and tried to blink up at him with her best innocent face. “Please don’t be mad…”

He didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Just kept looking at her with that still, heavy gaze like he was processing every breath she took.

Then, without a word, Allen stood up.

Mila squeaked as she tumbled back onto the mattress, her arms flailing. “W‑Wait!”

Too late.

Allen’s knee pressed into the bed beside her. His shadow fell across her like a slow, deliberate eclipse. He didn’t smirk. Didn’t tease. His face was pure control now, jaw tight, brows low, mouth unreadable.

“I guess,” he said, voice low and even, “someone needs punishment.”