Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1660. Guilty Pleasure

The credits rolled quietly in front of them, the soft orchestral soundtrack fading into silence. Only the low hum of the ambient lights remained.

Mila hadn’t moved.

She couldn’t.

Her entire body still buzzed. That mixture of heat, embarrassment, nerves, and something deeper she couldn’t name anymore.

The tension wasn’t physical in the way people assumed. She wasn’t horny. Not like that.

It was something more dangerous.

She wanted something else from Allen entirely.

Something that had been building for months.

He was right there. Close. Calm.

Untouchable.

Which only made her want to touch him more.

Allen turned his head slightly, glancing down at her. His voice was smooth, low, perfectly calm.

“You okay?”

Mila swallowed, her breath catching again. “K-Kinda…”

She mentally cursed herself. Why did she even suggest that movie?

Yes, she loved it. The cinematography, the slow burn, the intensity—it was exactly her type of guilty pleasure.

But watching it here…

With him…

Inside this private luxury theater.

Alone.

It had completely backfired.

Allen was still composed, unfazed, like this entire film hadn’t done anything to him at all. Like he wasn’t even affected.

That almost made it worse.

He smiled gently, not mocking, not arrogant—just softly aware.

“Ready to go?” he asked. “Or do you want to stay a while?”

Her grip on his hand tightened.

Mila couldn’t even meet his eyes as her blush deepened. She wasn’t ready to leave. Not yet. She didn’t want this tension to vanish into the street lights just yet.

Allen raised a brow. “Hmm… okay.”

His tone dipped a little lower, playfully. “Maybe we should order something else then? Dessert?”

Mila shook her head quickly. “N-No… I’m fine.”

Allen studied her face for a moment longer.

“You’re not speaking very well,” he whispered, his voice dipping dangerously low. “You okay, Mila?”

She opened her mouth. Tried to form words. Failed.

The heat was overwhelming now. It wasn’t just the movie.

It was him.

Her pulse thundered in her ears.

“I… I…”

And then, suddenly—

Her nerves broke.

Mila surged forward, closing the small distance between them and kissed him.

It wasn’t a peck.

It wasn’t hesitant.

It was a full, deep, desperate kiss.

Her hands found his chest, clinging to him as her lips pressed hard against his, eyes fluttering closed as her breath rushed through her nose in small, uneven bursts.

Allen was surprised for the briefest second — but didn’t pull back.

Instead, his hand moved naturally to her waist, steadying her, anchoring her gently without taking control. He let her lead.

The kiss lingered. Long. Heated.

Mila’s mind spun wildly as her heart raced.

‘God… what am I doing?’

‘But I don’t care.’

Allen’s lips were warm, steady, slightly cool from the champagne — the contrast made her skin shiver.

Finally, she pulled back, panting softly, her forehead resting lightly against his cheek.

Her voice trembled.

“You… didn’t push me away.”

Allen’s hand remained at her waist, fingers softly brushing the fabric of her dress. His voice was calm, smooth as always.

“I didn’t.”

Mila swallowed again, still breathless. “Why?”

Allen’s smile curved slightly — not teasing, not patronizing. Just that soft, dangerous calm.

“Because I told you.”

“Told me what?” she whispered.

He exhaled, his thumb tracing small circles on her side now. “That I’d give you your chance.”

Mila’s head spun again, but she hung onto his every word.

“I know your feelings,” Allen continued. His voice was so gentle now it almost hurt. “And after watching that movie…” He chuckled softly under his breath. “Honestly, this was more suited for ‘Netplix and chill’ than anything else.”

Mila let out a breathy, nervous laugh, burying her face lightly against his chest now to hide her embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry…”

“For what?”

“For… suggesting the movie.”

Allen smiled wider. “Don’t be. You chose perfectly.”

His hand slid slightly up her back in a soothing motion, not crossing any further lines, but enough to send another warm ripple through her body.

Mila’s mind kept spinning.

She didn’t feel rejected.

She didn’t feel embarrassed.

In fact… she felt more seen than ever before.

Allen could have stopped her.

Could’ve laughed.

Could’ve patronized her nervous outburst.

But instead, he just held her.

Letting her feel safe in the middle of her own messy storm.

“I just…” Mila whispered again, still hiding her face, “I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

Allen’s voice dropped even lower, making her tremble.

“I know.”

And god help her, she loved hearing him say that.

Allen, meanwhile, stayed perfectly composed — externally.

Internally?

‘So this is the pace she naturally falls into… interesting.’

His harem author brain quietly filed away every emotional cue, every hesitation, every bold moment Mila displayed.

She wasn’t as fragile as she looked.

But she needed this space — this kind of slow, careful tension where she could move first.

It was no longer about dominating her.

It was about giving her the stage.

The more Allen stayed still… the more she came to him.

‘This one is progressing beautifully,’ he thought.

Mila finally lifted her head again, meeting his gaze.

Her cheeks were bright pink, but her eyes were practically glowing.

“Do you think I’m crazy?” she whispered.

Allen chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.

“Not at all.”

“But I’m not even your girlfriend…”

His eyes glinted as he smiled again.

“Not yet.”

Mila’s stomach flipped violently.

She covered her mouth with her hands, hiding both her grin and her panic. “Y-You’re terrible…”

Allen simply leaned closer, voice brushing her ear like silk.

“I know.”

The room remained warm, thick with the afterglow of their moment.

The screen ahead faded fully to black.

No staff entered. No one knocked.

They were still entirely alone.

Allen finally shifted back into a more casual position, giving Mila a little space to catch her breath.

“Shall we leave?” he asked softly.

Mila nodded quickly, her voice still shaky but warm. “Y-Yeah.”

Allen stood, offering his hand again as always.

She took it — this time without hesitation.

Her world was still spinning.

And he still knew it.

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