Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1718: Trauma Soundtrack

Villain Ch 1718. Trauma Soundtrack

Emma noticed. Of course she did.

She had that sixth sense older brothers feared—the supernatural ability to sniff out romantic tension the way a bloodhound sniffs contraband.

Emma narrowed her eyes slightly, gaze flicking over Azura like she was mentally pinning her to a whiteboard with red string and post-it notes.

Blush: check.

Avoiding eye contact: check.

Clutching her teacup like it held the secrets of the universe: check.

A simple confession wouldn’t make Azura this flushed. Not this long. Not when she usually bounced back with sarcastic fire and casual banter. But now?

Now she was soft. Glowing in that I-made-a-mistake-I-liked kind of way.

Emma raised a brow, leaned in slightly, and murmured just loud enough for Azura to hear—but quiet enough to pretend it didn’t happen.

“He kissed you, didn’t he,” she dropped the bomb like nothing.

Azura choked.

Her cup tilted a little too far. Her eyes widened like saucers. A very unconvincing, “What?!” burst from her lips—but it was already over.

Emma’s grin spread slow, wicked, and impossibly satisfied.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, like it was her birthday.

Allen, still sipping his tea like nothing dramatic had just detonated beside him, didn’t even glance over.

Azura desperately tried to pretend her ears weren’t turning red now too.

“Allen!” Azura hissed. “Did you tell her?!”

Allen looked far too pleased with himself. “No. But you just did.”

Azura buried her face in her hands as Emma burst out laughing.

“You’re both the worst,” she groaned.

“And yet,” Allen said, “you stayed for dinner.”

“Regretting it,” she muttered into her palms.

Kai reappeared with a tray of tea. “Your drinks. Shall I bring dessert first? Or wait until the chaos has passed?”

“Bring it now,” Emma said brightly. “I sense this evening is only getting better.”

Azura peeked through her fingers.

She wasn’t sure what she had walked into.

Tea, dessert, Emma teasing, Allen smirking, and her own pulse thudding like she’d sprinted through half of Hell’s Gate barefoot.

Kai returned, gliding in with a quiet elegance that somehow made the absurdity around the table feel even more surreal. He placed the dessert tray down with a small bow. The silver cloche lifted with a hiss of escaping steam, revealing slices of rich chocolate tart, dusted with powdered sugar and adorned with dark berries.

Azura blinked. “Wow. Nice…”

“Goldborne quality,” Kai said with a subtle smile. “I’ll leave you to enjoy.”

And he vanished with the same ghostlike grace that made her wonder if he just melted into the wallpaper.

Allen passed her a fork. “Go ahead. You burned calories today.”

Emma cackled. “She got murdered.”

Azura rolled her eyes but took the fork anyway. The chocolate tart was warm, soft at the center, and unfairly good.

“Okay,” Emma said, chewing on a berry, “so what does it feel like, getting your ass handed to you by him?”

Azura groaned. “Please don’t phrase it like that.”

Allen just lifted a brow. “I didn’t hand you all of them.”

Azura narrowed her eyes. “You killed me while singing nursery rhymes like a psychopath.”

Allen just lifted a brow. “It’s just my trademark.”

“That was bullying,” she said, stabbing her tart like it had personally wronged her. “It feels weird. Like, obviously I hated the Devil Emperor. He murdered me. Multiple times. He burned cities. His laugh echoed in my head like a trauma soundtrack.”

“Wow,” Allen nodded repeatedly. “I sound incredible.”

“You sound like a jerk!”

Emma grinned. “And now you know that jerk is my brother.”

Azura pointed her fork at him. “And also this guy.”

Allen tilted his head slightly. “You’re holding the fork like you want to stab me.”

“I do want to stab you. But not with dessert.”

Emma took a slow sip of tea. “So. Are you two, like, dating now?”

Azura almost choked. “Excuse me?”

“Valid question,” Allen said, relaxed. “Depends.”

Emma perked up. “Depends on what?”

Allen glanced sideways at Azura, gaze flicking down to her lips for just a second before returning to her eyes. “Depends if she wants to walk out of the mansion with a boyfriend or not.”

Azura short-circuited. Right there.

Brain? Gone.

Fork? Hovering mid-air.

Heart? Chaos.

“W-What does that even mean?”

Emma leaned across the table, grinning. “It means you blushed again.”

Azura dropped her fork.

Allen sipped his tea like he hadn’t just upended her entire emotional axis. “You did.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Your face is literally the color of demon wine,” Emma snorted. “You’re usually the cool one, Azura. Y’know, deadpan stare, knife first, questions never? What happened?”

Azura buried her face in her hands. Again. She was developing a pattern.

“Oh wait…” Azura said muffled, “if you’re the Emperor… that means…” She turned to Allen.

Allen tilted his head. “Go on.”

She peeked at him through her fingers. “Vivian. Jane. Larissa. Bella. Shea… They’re all… the Emperor’s subordinates?”

Allen gave a slow, deliberate nod.

“So….” Azura groaned. “They’re the villainesses? The harem of the final boss?”

“Yup!” Allen said with the emphasis of the ’p’.

Emma clapped like a drunk seal. “My brother is the villain king with his goth squad! Nyahahaha~”

Allen rolled his eyes. “They’re not all goth.”

Azura groaned into her hands. “Okay, but you do realize how unhinged this sounds, right? Like—final boss, secret identity, full harem of elite villainesses? This is some dating sim from hell.”

Emma leaned forward again. “But for real, Azura, beware. My brother is good at this.”

“At what?” Azura asked, already fearing the answer.

“Seduction,” Emma grinned. “The slow, emotionally destabilizing kind.”

“I’m not emotionally destabilized,” Azura said flatly.

Allen looked at her.

She looked away.

Emma muttered, “Case in point.”

Azura sighed, leaning her head on her hand. “Why does dinner feel like an intervention I didn’t agree to?”

Emma poked her tart. “Because you fell for the devil and now you’re stuck in our sitcom.”

“It’s not a sitcom,” Allen muttered.

“It is now.”

Azura sighed again, this time deeper. But a smile tugged at her lips. A soft, reluctant one.

Because yeah.

She had fallen for the devil.

And it was already way too late to pretend otherwise.