Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1644. A Problem

Meanwhile— Vivian and Mila had slipped away from the crew, cheeks flushed, hair tousled, makeup wrecked in the best way.

They didn’t speak at first.

They couldn’t.

Vivian was breathing a little too fast. Mila was biting her lip like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to Earth.

Finally—inside the cool safety of the dressing trailer—Mila slumped onto the bench.

“I think I’m gonna faint,” she whispered.

Vivian leaned against the wall, one hand pressed to her neck. “You’re not the only one.”

“He was…” Mila swallowed. “Allen was—what was he?”

Vivian laughed softly, almost breathlessly. “A problem.”

Mila looked up, wide-eyed. “I didn’t even think I could pose like that. I thought I’d freeze or giggle or just… forget what to do. But the moment he looked at me…”

Vivian nodded. “Yeah.”

“That stare? I felt like I was going to combust on the spot.”

Vivian smirked, but it was tired. Worn in a good way. “That’s his thing.”

Mila was quiet for a second. “You were amazing, by the way. I mean it. That grin when you straddled him? Chills.”

Vivian raised an eyebrow. “You were the one who made the lipstick stamp on his neck. The whole crew gasped.”

Mila giggled. “Do you think he noticed?”

“Oh, he noticed,” Vivian said.

They both sat in silence after that.

Blushing.

Breathing.

Still feeling the warmth of Allen’s presence even though he wasn’t in the room anymore.

He had touched nothing.

And yet it felt like he’d undone everything.

Mila sat hunched forward, elbows on her knees, hands cupping her burning cheeks like they might contain the heat. Her face was red. Her chest was rising and falling like she’d just come out of a sauna.

“Oh God…” she whispered through her fingers, barely holding it together. “I still can’t believe it.”

Vivian glanced at her from the mini fridge, twisting open a bottle of cold lemon water and taking a long drink.

Mila shook her head, muttering into her palms, “I’m a professional. A high-class model. I’ve done shoots with guys who were literally built by the gods and… nothing. Not like this. Never like this.”

Vivian reached out and passed her the second bottle. Mila took it without looking, her fingers trembling.

“It was like…” Mila finally said, eyes staring down at the water like it held the answer, “…I couldn’t breathe around him. Just being near him—it was like something pressed down on me. But not in a bad way. Just…”

“Overwhelming?” Vivian offered, voice soft.

“Yeah,” Mila whispered. “And those eyes—God, those eyes.”

Vivian sat beside her now. Outside, the sun still poured golden heat through the blinds. But inside? Inside was just them. And what they couldn’t stop feeling.

“It’s the way he looks at you,” Mila continued, holding the cold bottle to her chest. “Like he sees every part of you. The good. The bad. The messy, wild part you try to hide from the world. And he likes it. Like he wants it.”

Vivian didn’t say anything. But she nodded.

Yeah.

She knew that look.

She lived for it.

Mila looked at her sideways, her tone quieter. “You’re his girlfriend, right? You’re used to this.”

Vivian’s brows lifted, just slightly.

Mila’s voice cracked at the end. “But me? I don’t know what I am.”

She looked down, shoulders curling forward, her face folding into something fragile.

“We’re… complicated.”

Vivian reached over and gently bumped her knee. “He’s given you a chance, right?”

Mila looked up at her with wide, searching eyes.

“Then don’t worry,” Vivian said. “He doesn’t give those lightly.”

Mila bit her lip, holding back the messy smile that wanted to come out. “Yeah…”

Silence again.

But this time it was different. Not awkward. Not cold.

Warm. Shared.

Like they were sitting at the edge of something huge and neither of them knew how far the drop was, only that Allen had already jumped—and taken a piece of them with him.

They both turned to the window at the same time.

Allen stood outside near the photo monitors, still in his shoot clothes, still slightly unkempt—shirt wrinkled, collar loose, a streak of lipstick on his neck that no one had dared to wipe off.

He was smiling. Talking with the photographer.

But even from here… even through the glass… it was impossible not to feel him.

Vivian swallowed.

Mila let out a tiny squeak.

Then they looked at each other.

Eyes wide. Cheeks red.

Because yeah.

They felt it.

Those poses, that shoot—it didn’t just leave a mark on the memory card.

It left a mark on them.

Both turned away at the same time, suddenly interested in random spots on the wall.

Vivian stared at the corner of the floor. Mila pretended to read the label on her water bottle.

“So…” Mila murmured, still not looking at her. “Do you… feel something?”

Vivian glanced over. “What do you mean?”

“Like…” Mila’s voice dropped, her fingers tightening on the bottle, “getting hotter?”

Vivian blinked.

Mila turned redder. “I mean—I feel like—his gaze is enough to seduce me. Like… I can still feel it. My skin feels weird. Like it remembers where he looked.”

Vivian let out a laugh—but it was breathy. And full of knowing.

“Yeah,” she admitted. “I feel it too.”

Mila stared at her. “So it’s not just me?”

Vivian sighed, leaning back against the wall, head tilted toward the ceiling. “I want to say it’s normal. I really do. But if I say that, I’ll sound like a pervert.”

Mila blinked. “Wait.” She narrowed her eyes. “So we’re both perverts?”

They both laughed.

A real laugh.

It cracked the tension wide open.

Vivian leaned over, resting her head on Mila’s shoulder. “Guess we are.”

Mila smiled, her heart still racing. “We’re doomed, aren’t we?”

Vivian smirked. “Completely.”

But neither of them moved.

And they both knew—

The shoot was over.

But Allen had walked out leaving behind two breathless, blushing, and undeniably horny women who had just realized they were both falling harder than they’d ever planned.

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