Chapter 129 Just A Little Peek



Villain Ch 129. Just A Little Peek

Due to the sight, the emotional turmoil washed over Shea, she was caught in a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. She struggled to process the situation unfolding before her eyes. On one hand, she felt a sense of pride that Zoe had found someone who could elicit such strong emotions from her. It was clear that Allen held a special place in her daughter's heart, and that realization should have brought joy and contentment.

Yet, beneath the surface, a wave of unsettling emotions churned within Shea. She couldn't deny the pang of envy that tugged at her heart. It was a complex mix of longing and desire, a yearning for the connection and passion that Zoe and Allen seemed to share so effortlessly. Shea could feel that her feelings and desire to have Allen bothered her so much.

In the midst of an electrifying moment, her heart raced wildly. The air in the room seemed to grow thick with anticipation, each breath she took ragged and uneven. Yet, amidst this whirlwind of emotions, her gaze was inexplicably drawn to Allen. Not to his face, as one might expect, but lower still, to an area that held his personal secret.

Her eyes, like two curious hawks, lingered upon Allen's body, which was cloaked in a robe of delicate silk. A train of thoughts raced through her mind, their tendrils winding around her imagination, weaving some naughty speculations. Did he wear underwear beneath that robe? Shea found herself unable to resist pondering the answer, her thoughts went to the laundry basket in front of the room. And she already knew the answer.

A nervous smile tugged at the corners of her lips as a tantalizing idea took root within her consciousness. Her excitement mixed within it.

What if she went to him and unraveled his robe, concealing Allen's most intimate part? What if she were to steal a glimpse of his nakedness? The notion sent a warm flush creeping up her cheeks, coloring them in a rosy hue.

Knowing the impropriety of such a desire, Shea instinctively turned her head away, seeking solace in the embrace of diversion. It was absurd!

'No! No, Shea!' she admonished herself, her inner voice brimming with a mixture of reprimand and caution. 'This is not a game. Allen is not just a character crafted from digital code. He is a flesh-and-blood human being, a real person, not just a game character! You can't do that!'

ραпdα- n૦νe|`c,0m Her heart beat a relentless rhythm within her chest, its persistent thumping serving as a symphony of longing and temptation. The struggle between her rational mind and her smoldering desires waged on, each vying for dominance over her actions. Her thoughts that kept fixing on him and her burning desire within her said something else.

Once more, Shea found her gaze irresistibly drawn to Allen, her eyes fixated upon him as if he was a magnet. A tumultuous swirl of emotions churned within her, their flames dancing upon the altar of her desires. Her throat constricted, a tangible lump forming as she fought to swallow the intensity of her longing. A delicate tremor coursed through her body, betraying the turmoil that raged within.

A whisper of exasperation escaped her lips, muffled by her clenched teeth. "I curse this wretched second puberty," she hissed inwardly, casting blame upon the capricious nature of her own burgeoning womanhood.

Shea pondered her messed-up situation, and a wickedly enticing thought started taking root in the depths of her mind. Maybe, just maybe, she didn't really want to let go of the irresistible hold Allen had over her.

Well, her previous marriage was nothing but a soul-sucking arrangement forced upon her by her damn family. Love had been a damn fantasy, a long-forgotten melody that never graced her ears. It was so painful for her.

Could this intense attraction she felt be a revival of her long-buried desires, stirring her soul from its slumber?

The implications of such a revelation weren't lost on Shea. She had resigned herself to a life of mind-numbing obedience, doing whatever her family demanded without questioning it. The chains of duty and tradition had held her captive, robbing her of the freedom to explore her own heart's desires. So, now, she decided to do what she wanted to do…

Like a sneaky thief, Shea inched forward with cautious steps, moving as silently as a ghost. Each footfall brought her closer to a precarious edge like she was walking on a damn razor's edge, fearing the tiniest sound would give away her intentions. Shea's eyes remained fixated on Allen, her heart pounding in her chest with every step. She fervently prayed that he hadn't logged out of the game, that he was still chilling in the virtual world, for whatever reason.

She stopped near him, her eyes scrutinizing his form, searching for any sign of his consciousness fading from the game and back to the real world. Shea's fingers trembled as she got closer to Allen, her hand hesitantly reaching out toward his stash. She knew this game was some next-level virtual reality, where external stuff barely registered once players were immersed. Allen wouldn't even notice her touch; it would just feel like another sensation within the game.

There were only a few external sensations that could break through, like an earthquake or some intense bodily movement. Something that shook the player's body significantly.

'It's okay, Shea. He won't even know. Just a little peek, that's all... No harm done,' she tried to convince herself.

Shea's hand trembling with a mixture of trepidation and desire, continued their inexorable journey toward Allen's robes. With each passing moment, the pull grew stronger, tugging at her very core, urging her to delve into the mysteries that lay beneath.

It would be so effortless for her to grasp the edges of the stash and pull it up, revealing the hidden treasures within. The anticipation swelled within her. And perhaps, she could use a simpler way. What if she flipped his robe, just ever so slightly, allowing herself a glimpse of what lay beneath?