Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1604. He Who Heals with One Hand and Stabs with The Other

The central plaza of Ront City pulsed with life.

Players gathered in thick crowds, their armor still dented and scorched, some bandaged, others laughing like they hadn’t just been annihilated thirty minutes ago by the single most terrifying boss in the game.

The scent of roasted meats and mana ale filled the air, the street vendors returning fast now that the chaos was over. Guild flags fluttered in the wind—Ironclad, Celestial Vanguard, Order of Valiance, and a dozen more lesser banners waving with half-pride, half-exhaustion.

But right in the heart of it all sat Father^Alex.

Cross-legged on the edge of the fountain, his staff across his lap, robe still rumpled, hair an absolute mess, and face—bright red.

Because everyone was still surrounding him.

“You’re a damn legend now!” shouted StormHammer, a brawler-type player with a chestplate three sizes too big and knuckles wrapped in glowing rune tape. He grinned ear to ear as he approached the fountain and slapped Alex on the shoulder hard enough to make him wheeze.

Alex coughed. “Ow—I’m still fragile.”

MuffinSpell, a petite mage in a pastry-themed robe, squealed as she bounced into view, pink curls bouncing with her. “You’re the priest who stabbed the Devil Emperor, right? That was soooo cool! Like, one HP or not, that’s a core memory now.”

“Guys, I literally flailed like a deranged chicken,” Alex muttered, trying to hide behind his staff.

GrimSnax, a rogue with half his armor missing and a perpetual scowl, scoffed from the side. “Don’t care. You drew blood. No one else did. That makes you officially more badass than my entire guild.”

“His face, though,” Honeytrap, a flirt-specced bard said with a teasing smile as she leaned in too close. “When that system message popped up, I swear the whole plaza froze. I almost cried.”

“I almost peed,” Tankette chimed in, a hulking knight in golden armor with the voice of a girl half her size. “Not even ashamed.”

Alex held up his hands, flustered and very pink in the face. “Please. Please stop. I’m a support player. My job is to not die. That’s it. I did not mean to—”

“You stabbed the endboss with a dagger,” GrimSnax interrupted, crossing his arms. “You might be the most unhinged priest in the game right now.”

“Saint Alex,” MuffinSpell whispered dreamily. “He who heals with one hand and stabs with the other.”

“Please stop giving me titles,” Alex groaned, hiding behind his staff again.

In the background, Red_King, Azura, and the rest just stood there laughing their asses off.

Drinks were shared. Music started up—someone summoned a bard pet and had it loop a victory fanfare at triple volume. Players started dancing in mismatched armor. Elio was already polishing his shield while chugging mana wine. Azura passed Alex a piece of sweet bread shaped like a dagger.

“To remember your holy stab,” she smirked.

“You’re all ridiculous,” Alex mumbled—but he smiled anyway.

Then—

The sky shifted.

The sun dimmed slightly, like someone turned down the brightness slider on reality. A warm, shimmering pink hue bled across the clouds.

And silence fell.

Not the forced kind. The stunned kind.

Because up above, hovering with her legs elegantly crossed, wings spread in full dark glory, was the Succubus Queen.

“W-What the hell—?” someone whispered.

Arcana’s sword arm twitched.

“What do you want?” Gil shouted from the left side of the fountain.

Vivian grinned lazily, dragging a finger along her bottom lip like she was tasting the air.

“Oh? You all look so tense~ I didn’t come here for violence,” she purred.

“Then what?” Elio asked warily, stepping half in front of Alex.

Vivian’s gaze flicked down. Right onto Alex.

He froze.

Face already red.

About to go nuclear.

“I came,” she said, her voice carrying like warm velvet across the plaza, “to reward the holy boy.”

The tension cracked. Murmurs exploded around the plaza.

Alex blinked. “Wait—what?”

Vivian turned in the air, doing a graceful slow spin. “The Emperor is pleased. Surprised, yes… but happy. That scratch? That was cute.”

Players blinked up at her, confused.

“He wants to reward you,” she said, voice teasing now, almost singing.

Vivian raised both hands.

“Call of Desire.”

Magic burst in rings from her fingertips, pink glyphs spinning out into the sky and descending slowly—petals fluttering in the wind, lights twinkling like some enchanted romantic nightmare.

And then—they appeared.

Five succubi.

Each one dressed in varying degrees of unholy temptation—lace, leather, thigh-highs. Wings curled behind them. Horns low. Eyes glowing with heat and interest.

They landed around Alex, hips swaying, gazes fixed on him like prey.

Gil screamed. “Oh my Gods… my girl is back!”

One of the succubi blew him a kiss but walked right past him.

“Wait—what? No, no—baby come back—!”

Vivian clapped her hands once, silencing the crowd.

“All of you,” she said sweetly to the five succubi, “serve the priest well. He’s our MVP.”

The girls turned in unison.

And advanced on Alex.

He stood. Immediately.

And immediately regretted it.

Because now he was eye level with… everything.

“I—I don’t think this is necessary—” he started.

One took his arm.

Another dusted off his robe like he was royalty.

A third crouched behind him and started massaging his shoulders through the fabric.

“Holy boy,” one whispered. “You were so brave~”

“Your magic was divine,” another purred, tracing glowing fingers down his staff.

His staff sparked.

He made a noise that wasn’t a word. Somewhere between a squeak and a whimper.

“This isn’t appropriate—” he tried again, eyes wide and helpless.

But no one saved him.

They were laughing too hard.

“Oh my god,” Arcana wheezed, doubled over. “His face. He’s dying.”

“He’s turning into a tomato priest,” Red_King chuckled.

Elio just sipped his drink and muttered, “Blessed be the horny.”

Gil tried to lunge at one of the succubi and got shoulder-checked by a wing. “Hey! I want one! I named her!”

Vivian hovered a bit higher now, eyes glittering.

“Ten minutes,” she said, voice purring with satisfaction. “No damage. Just pleasure. Hope you enjoy it~”

She blew a kiss.

Then stepped backward through a portal—gone.

And Alex?

Was now being fed fruit by a succubus while another one adjusted his hair and another fluffed a conjured velvet pillow under his butt as he sat frozen on the edge of the fountain.

The envy from the rest of the plaza?

Tangible.

“I want to stab the emperor next time,” another healer said.

“I also want a succubus,” someone else cried.

But Alex?

Alex just sat there.

Eyes wide.

One succubus whispered, “Would you like a foot massage?”

Another blew on his ear. “Or… something more… relaxing~?”

“I-I think—um—I think I need holy water,” he mumbled.

Too bad.

He was the king now.

At least for ten minutes.

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