Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives



Villain Ch 364. Queen of Lust

"I'm glad you think of that!" Zoe chimed in with a cheerful tone, her excitement bubbling over from their earlier exchange.

Turning her attention towards Jane, Shea raised an incredulous eyebrow, her expression one of playful disbelief. "I'm surprised you didn't say anything. I thought you'd be the most pleased among us," she quipped, her words laced with a hint of mischievous curiosity.

Jane, who had been relatively quiet throughout the conversation, looked up with an innocent expression, her features a mixture of confusion and contemplation. "Why?" she inquired, her tone genuinely curious.

Vivian leaned in and gestured dramatically toward the scene before them—the lifeless form of the once-seductive incubus. "Don't you like something like this?" she playfully questioned, her voice carrying a tinge of amusement.

With a matter-of-fact tone, Jane finally revealed her thoughts. "I am," she stated simply, her finger pointing towards the deceased creature. However, her next words held a touch of disappointment that was both unexpected and amusing. "But that thing is too plain. I mean, I thought he was going to pull out a whip or something dramatic like that. But he didn't. It was so disappointing…" she trailed off, her voice tinged with mock disappointment.

"Right…" Vivian muttered with a cringe, her expression a mixture of amusement and mild discomfort.

Jane let out a huff of frustration, her brows furrowing as she continued to gaze at the fallen incubus. "I need an edgier version of this thing," she complained, her voice laced with playful exasperation.

"Well, I think you'll get it soon," Allen chimed in, a hint of amusement dancing in his tone. His finger directed their attention towards another incubus, one that seemed to align more closely with Jane's edgier tastes.

Following Allen's gesture, Jane's head turned toward the direction he indicated. There it was—an Incubus Torturer, positioned not too far from them.

This particular incubus seemed to have taken the concept of edginess to an entirely new level. His attire was undeniably distinct from his counterpart, exuding an aura of dominion and intrigue. Clad in what could only be described as skimpy clothing, he wore a BDSM-style whip and black mask.

Incubus Torturer <Level 82>

"Oh my God…" Jane's amused mutter echoed through the digital landscape, her expression morphing into a mischievous smirk as her eyes settled on the unique spectacle before them. "You really know my favorite, Allen," she teased, a playful glint dancing in her eyes.

Her comment was met with a mix of reactions from their group, ranging from intrigued interest to outright cringing.

"Ew…" The other girls chimed in, their collective response reflecting a mixture of amusement and mild disgust.

Jane quickly jumped to her own defense. "Hey, don't 'ew' me," she protested, her tone playfully indignant. "They're basically the same creature. Only different clothes," she pointed out.

"Let's move now. I don't have much time," Allen interjected, his tone carrying a sense of urgency.

Turning her attention towards Allen, Shea posed a practical question. "Do you know where we have to go?" Her inquiry was marked by genuine curiosity.

ραndαsΝοvεl ƈοm "I think I know," Allen responded confidently.

The group descended further into the dungeon, their steps cautious and deliberate. The eerie atmosphere of the underground prison remained, casting elongated shadows that danced along the cold stone walls. Each footfall echoed softly, a reminder of their presence in this virtual realm where every movement was meticulously designed.

The team's strategy was clear: to engage the incubus enemies in a controlled manner, preventing the potential chaos of a mob attack. As they encountered groups of incubi, usually numbering around two or three, they adeptly lured them away from the clustered masses and into emptier spaces.

The grunts emitted by the incubus seemed to punctuate the bizarre spectacle that unfolded before Allen's eyes. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of irritation and bewilderment at the monster's unconventional attacks. The incubus's movements were reminiscent of dance routines rather than battle techniques, leaving Allen to wonder if he had stumbled into some kind of fantasy-themed night club instead of a perilous dungeon. The monster's exaggerated poses and suggestive gestures only added to the surreal nature of the encounter.

Despite the absurdity of the situation, the rest of the group appeared to be thoroughly amused by the spectacle. Their faces lit up with amusement, and occasional giggles escaped their lips. To them, it seemed like a lighthearted show. They exchanged playful glances and teasing comments, as if they were attending a raucous party rather than engaging in a life-or-death struggle.

But over time, once they continued to go deeper, the mobs couldn't be avoided. They were surrounded by the incubi.

In the midst of the chaotic mob of incubi, Allen's focus sharpened as he locked onto the target before him. With a swift and fluid motion, he swung his sword in a deadly arc, his blade slicing through the air with precision. The blade met its mark, striking the incubus with accuracy and efficiency. The monster let out a final, gurgled grunt before falling to the ground.

Yet, even as he dispatched the incubus in front of him, the threat from other directions remained. His instincts kicked in, his hand moving with practiced speed. With a seamless transition, his free hand came up to summon a translucent Barrier. The magical shield materialized before him, shimmering with protective energy.

As he swung his hand, the Barrier extended in the opposite direction, forming a defensive barrier that intercepted the onslaught of five incubi charging from another alleyway. The impact of their attacks against the Barrier sent ripples of energy through the chamber.

"This is endless," he muttered under his breath. His weariness was palpable. He spared a glance at his in-game health bar, noting the decreasing green line that represented his vitality. The wounds on his body were a stark reminder of the monsters' relentless attacks.

Beside him, his companions fought with a fervor that contrasted with his own fatigue. Their bodies bore the marks of battle, but their expressions were filled with determination and a strange exhilaration. Despite the injuries they sustained, their movements were precise and calculated, their skills were executed with practiced grace. It was as if they had embraced the chaos, finding a thrill in the midst of adversity.

Amid the chaos, a voice unlike any they had encountered before cut through the din. A seductive timbre wrapped around the words.

"Mpph~ At last… A rare man came to visit me~" the voice purred, dripping with an otherworldly allure that was impossible to ignore.

Allen's attention snapped toward the source of the voice, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of a beautiful demoness approaching him. Her form exuded an intoxicating charm, every movement she made seeming calculated to captivate and entice.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Allen's lips, an admixture of exhaustion and amusement.

"Jackpot…" he muttered under his breath.

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