Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives



Villain Ch 294. Virgin Noob 

'Oh, my God... What should I do?' Jane's mind raced as a warm blush spread across her cheeks. The clock had ticked past noon, yet Allen remained sound asleep beside her. She pondered slipping away to freshen up in the bathroom, but his strong embrace around her waist held her captive. His bare chest pressed against her naked back, and she could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat and the warmth of his breath against the nape of her neck.

Allen's hold was so firm as if he pleaded with Jane not to abandon him even in his slumber. She found herself with no other option but to remain right there in his arms.

*Ring!*

Just as she grappled with her predicament, a shrill ring pierced the air, jolting Allen awake. The sudden sound of the phone startled them both.

Still groggy, Allen reluctantly released his grip on Jane and clumsily reached for his phone on the bedside table. Without bothering to check the caller, he answered in a drowsy voice.

"Yes?" he mumbled, his eyes struggling to stay open.

"Yo, dude! Are you still snoozing? Wake up! It's freakin' noon already!" a familiar voice on the other end replied.

"Huh?" Allen checked the caller ID and realized it was his buddy, Geralt. Suddenly, a spark of excitement ignited within him.

"Yo, man! What's crackin'? How've you been?" he asked, now fully awake. It had been ages since he last saw Geralt after leaving their hometown. They had been friends for so long. Living next door to Allen's parent's home, Geralt knew all about his rowdy family and the dynamics. Unfortunately, two years ago Allen couldn't turn to Geralt for support since he had his own familial issues to deal with.

"I'm good, man. I'm actually in Revine City right now, so we should definitely catch up. How about we grab dinner after I wrap up this meeting with my client?" Geralt suggested eagerly.

"Sounds like a plan, bro! Just let me know when and where," Allen replied, his excitement growing.

"No worries, I'll shoot you a text with all the deets," Geralt assured him.

"Alright, looking forward to it," Allen said, already envisioning their reunion.

"Talk to you soon, dude," Geralt concluded, and the call ended.

Allen couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he would get to see his long-time friend again. It had been too long since they last hung out.

"Allen, can I borrow your bathroom?" Jane's voice pulled him away from his thoughts, and he turned to look at her. She sat on the bed, wrapping herself in a cozy blanket, the aftermath of their intimate encounter still lingering in the air.

Part of him wanted to refuse, to keep her by his side, snuggled up in his arms for a little while longer. But he knew that might be asking for too much, pushing the boundaries of their connection.I think you should take a look at

"Sure," he replied, his voice a mixture of reluctance and understanding.

As Jane started to get up, Allen's hand shot out, gently grasping her wrist. "Hey, mind joining me for lunch afterwards?" he asked, hoping to prolong their time together.

He felt a wave of relief wash over him as she responded with a bright smile, her eyes twinkling. "I don't mind at all," she replied, her voice filled with genuine happiness.

With that simple agreement, Allen felt a sense of ease. It was a way to transition from the intensity of their physical encounter to a more relaxed and casual setting. Lunch seemed like the perfect opportunity to further connect with Jane, to delve into meaningful conversations beyond the realm of passion.

Jane rose from the bed and made her way towards the bathroom. Allen couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling within him. A sense of tenderness and protectiveness washed over him as he realized the significance of what had just transpired between them. He knew he had to handle the aftermath with care.

While Jane disappeared into the bathroom, Allen took a moment to gather himself. He carefully picked up his clothes, his mind still reeling from the intimacy they had shared.

With gentle hands, he attended to the task at hand, meticulously cleaning away any traces of her virgin blood. After tending to his own needs and changing into fresh clothes, Allen emerged from the bedroom, finding Jane waiting for him.

Together, they made their way to the elevator, descending to the parking lot below. Silence enveloped them, punctuated only by the soft hum of the elevator and the occasional ping of the passing floors. Allen stole glances at Jane, his mind racing with thoughts of how to break the ice, to ease the palpable tension that hung between them.

"You got quiet all of a sudden," Allen finally spoke up, breaking the silence that had settled between them. He quickly sent a text to Vivan, explaining that he had just woken up and would catch up on the magazine later. With his phone set aside, he turned his attention back to Jane.

She fidgeted with her lips, struggling to find the right words to express herself. "This feels... weird to me. I mean, I've never done anything like this before. So, um..." Her voice trailed off, her uncertainty palpable.

But instead of pressuring her to articulate her thoughts, Allen reached out and gently took her hand in his. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes. Jane's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and happiness, realizing that their intimate encounter held a deeper meaning to Allen than just physical pleasure.

"I've got to admit, I'm no expert either, but hey, at least we were not acting like total virgin noobs," Allen quipped, attempting to lighten the mood. He was confident that Jane understood the reference, as the term "virgin noob" often appeared in smut stories, portraying clueless individuals when it came to sexual activities.

To his delight, Jane let out a giggle at his comment. "If that ever happened to you, I'd definitely have to rethink things," she playfully teased. The thought of Allen blushing like a bashful schoolgirl just from a simple kiss or stumbling over his words while undressing him was amusing to both of them. Jane, being someone who preferred dominant partners, couldn't help but find the idea of a submissive Allen a bit of a turn-off.

The lighthearted banter continued, bringing laughter to the air. "Anyway, any ideas where we should grab a bite?" Allen asked, eager to transition the conversation towards more practical matters.

Jane pondered for a moment before a suggestion sprang to mind. "How about a place near my apartment?" she proposed. She knew Allen had plans to take her home, so it made sense to choose a restaurant in that vicinity. "There's a cool spot that serves both delicious food and great coffee."

"Sounds good to me," Allen agreed, appreciating the convenience of Jane's suggestion.