Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1681: Challenge and Leash

Villain Ch 1681. Challenge and Leash

Larissa saw right through him.

Her lips curved. “Why fix it?” she purred, drifting closer again. “I’ll just ruffle you up all over.”

She let her fingers trail along the edge of his sleeve—slow enough that the leather brushed her knuckles, fast enough to feel the thrum of Dark Aura under his skin. Delicious heat pulsed against her palm, the same greedy voltage she’d tasted in his kiss.

Allen’s crimson eyes flicked down—catching the motion—then met hers with a look that was half warning, half spark. “You’d better not seduce me here, Larissa.” His voice was a low, velvet growl that would make any lesser vampire fold on the spot. “You know how bad it’ll get if I decide to screw you against these pews?”

Bad. He meant catastrophic.

Larissa’s heart gave a happy little stutter. She leaned in until only a breath—thick with dust and electrostatic holy residue—separated their mouths. “That sounds like the opposite of a threat,” she whispered, letting her words skate over his lips. “Sounds like you’re finally accepting my challenge.”

Allen’s hand caught her waist—one-handed iron grip that said stop even while it drew her closer. She felt each individual ridge of his gauntlet press through her soft battle shirt. Gods, the contrast of steel and skin always did things to her.

He brought his mouth to her ear. “I accept nothing. You’re just…” a beat, the faintest amused huff “…annoyingly tempting.”

A hum vibrated in her throat. She turned slightly, letting her thigh slip between his, angled just so. Her claws found the seam of his coat and tugged it open. “Tell you what,” she murmured, breathing in the scent—gunpowder, scorched mana, a hint of cedar soap he pretended he didn’t care about. “Thirty seconds, Devil Emperor. That’s all I need to make you forget we’re still in a dungeon.”

Allen’s eyes glowed brighter, matching the rune-lines still faint on his neck. The hand at her waist tightened—pleased? resisting? both. “Fifteen,” he bargained, voice pitched low. “And if you fail, you need to put a leash tonight.”

A small thrill licked up Larissa’s spine. Playtime. “Deal,” she whispered—

—and kissed him again, harder, deeper, determined to cram a universe of sin into a countdown.

His taste hit her first: iron and smoke, the lingering honey-bitterness of holy gore he’d worked so hard to corrupt. She chased it shamelessly, fangs grazing his lower lip. His muffled growl vibrated through her mouth. She felt him kick back against the pew, using the momentum to press her into the nearest pillar. The stone dug into her shoulder blades. She loved it.

Allen’s free hand found the small of her back, fingers splayed. No gauntlet there—just callused skin radiating 250 percent buffed heat. ’Mine,’ the grip said. ’Prove you can handle it.’ She answered by rolling her hips forward, dragging a low gasp from him that only she could summon.

Ten seconds.

She slipped her knee higher, nudging a place that made his breath hitch in a way statistics couldn’t quantify. His lips broke away but only to trace along her cheekbone, down her jaw, tasting sweat, dust, the copper tang blooming there. Larissa’s eyes fluttered half-lidded. She managed one coherent thought. ’I love this man…’

Allen’s next exhale rasped right against her throat. “You’re—” He nipped the sensitive skin above her pulse. “—cheating.” He sounded impressed.

“Bold of you to call it cheating,” she breathed, raking her claws lightly through his hair, mussing the perfect comb-back he’d tried to salvage. “When you offered the wager.”

A hollow boom rumbled beneath their boots—tiles grinding, marble sighing—but neither moved. The cathedral was jealous again.

“Five seconds,” Allen growled. The challenge was molten now, leaking into every syllable.

Larissa smiled. Dropped her voice to a sultry hush. “Then break your own rule, Emperor. Ravish me here. Right now. Let the saints watch.”

His pupils flared—a drugged flash of bright infernal red—and for a fraction of a heartbeat she felt him consider it: sweeps of his coat, altar as leverage, pillars rattling under demon-vampire collision. She’d honestly let him. She’d wanted that since the moment the Warden called her Bride.

Three seconds.

Allen swore softly ’Fates damn it’ and kissed her again, brutal and final, before yanking himself back with visible effort. His chest rose and fell like he’d just sprinted a mile in plate armor.

“Time,” he rasped, throat hoarse. His widened stance told a different story—one she was proud of.

Larissa wiped a trickle of blood-kiss from her lip and licked it with a purr. “Looks like I win.”

He glared, red-eyed and aroused. “Fine. No leash. But you’re still insufferable.”

She winked. “You ’love’ it.”

He almost smiled—then the ground answered.

A roar rolled through the nave—deeper than thunder, like tectonic plates realigning. Cracked tiles—already fragile—shivered and finally collapsed. The dried blood pool split open, pieces dropping into a yawning pit that seemed to drink torchlight. A hiss of static mana gusted upward, the stench of ozone and sanctified rust punching the air. Larissa’s hair floated in the charged updraft, crimson strands snapping around her like serpents.

She spun, instincts blazing. “That feels less romantic.”

Allen summoned his sword in a heartbeat, void-black edge snarling with runes. “It’s just the seal finishing its tantrum.”

Above them, the translucent dome of partition magic flared. For a heartbeat it looked gold, then violet, then simply colorless—like a light bulb burning out. Cracks spidered across its curvature. Magic sparked outward, slicing through the dust like arcs of molten glass.

The boundary shook—fought—failed.

SHATTERED.

Silent shards of mana burst in every direction, evaporating before they touched the floor. The cathedral’s oppressive hush ended in one cold exhale.

[System Notice: Sanctified Partition Seal has been lifted.]

[Phase Shift Ended. Team Sync Online. Party Channel Reactivated.]

A familiar chorus of icons blinked back into Larissa’s peripheral vision—party vitals, chat feed, mini-map pings. Good. That meant the others—

“Seriously?” Vivian’s voice crackled, dripping with smug exasperation. “You guys did it in a place like this?”

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