Chapter 196 Soft And Bouncy



Villain Ch 196. Soft And Bouncy

Allen could feel the sensation of Jane's warm and supple skin against his cheek as she pressed his head against her chest. The virtual reality device provided him with a remarkably realistic experience, amplifying the tactile sensations and making it feel as if he were truly touching her. The softness and bounce of her chest sent a wave of pleasure through his body, causing his heart to race and his senses to heighten. Despite his best efforts to remain composed and calm, the allure of her figure and the revealing outfit she wore made it challenging for him to suppress his natural instincts.

Jane was quick to sense the change in Allen's demeanor and realized that her action had unintentionally stirred his desires. She swiftly released her embrace, feeling a flush of embarrassment tinged her cheeks. "Sorry," she muttered, her voice laced with a mixture of shyness and regret.

Allen's gaze met hers, and it conveyed a message beyond mere lust. It was a blend of longing, vulnerability, and an acknowledgment of his struggle to control his instincts. "This one, I don't think I can calm down," he admitted.

Jane's blush deepened, and she fumbled for words, feeling the awkwardness. "S-sorry," she stammered, her embarrassment evident in her voice and the color that painted her cheeks.

"Do you want to take your attribute now? Or are you just trying to calm me down and then leave?" Allen asked, his voice direct and to the point. He wanted to understand Jane's intentions clearly before proceeding further.

Jane's nerves were palpable as she responded hastily, her words tumbling out in a rush. "No, I mean yes, I do want to take my attribute," she clarified, her voice slightly shaky with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

"But I want to be upfront with you, I haven't completely returned to my usual self yet, so I might still be a little rough," Allen cautioned, his honesty shining through. While he did feel a sense of improvement in his emotional state, the residual surge of adrenaline from the battle still coursed through his veins, and he couldn't guarantee absolute control.

A smile tugged at Jane's lips, a combination of excitement and curiosity. "Oh, that's absolutely fine. I've always been a fan of monster fantasy romance, so I'm ready to see your beast mode," she replied eagerly, her enthusiasm overshadowing her nervousness. She had known that this moment would inevitably arrive, and she had no intention of shying away from it. "Just promise me you won't go as far as killing me," she added after a brief pause.

Allen's laughter echoed through the room, surprising Jane. She felt a twinge of self-consciousness, thinking he was mocking her unusual request regarding his "beast mode."

"Don't laugh at me. I know it's a strange thing to ask," Jane protested, her voice tinged with a mix of defensiveness and vulnerability. Her emotions and nervousness intertwined, making her second-guess her own words.

Allen's chuckles subsided, and he looked at her with a gentle smile. "No, I wasn't laughing at you. It's just that your request not to be killed struck me as amusing," he clarified, his voice filled with sincerity. "After everything you have done, there's no way I would ever harm you."

Relief washed over Jane's face as she absorbed his words. She had momentarily misunderstood his laughter, but his reassurance melted away her anxiety.

With a newfound understanding, Allen continued, his voice tinged with determination. "However, since it's your wish, I'll embrace my rougher side. But rest assured, I'll remain in control, acting as myself," he assured her, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

Without waiting for her answer, he slowly closed the distance between them, his heart pounding in his chest. His lips gently pressed against hers, and a jolt of electricity surged through his body. It was a moment of pure connection, where time seemed to stand still.

His hand, warm and comforting, traced the delicate contours of her cheek, moving ever so slowly down to her neck. The touch sent shivers down her spine, awakening a sense of anticipation she had never experienced before. Her mind raced with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

Breaking the kiss, his lips found their way to her neck, planting soft, lingering kisses along its curve. This encounter was unlike anything she had ever imagined. It didn't feel like a beastly act; instead, it was a gentle and tender touch, filled with a strange kind of intimacy.

But as his hand rested lightly around her neck, hovering there with a purpose, she began to understand his intentions. A mix of curiosity and trepidation washed over her, and she found herself captivated by the enigmatic presence before her.

He brought his face close to her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. His voice, a mere whisper, carried an unexpected allure. "Since you enjoy reading romance, let me fulfill your deepest fantasy," he murmured, his words dripping with anticipation. It was as though he had transformed from a devil emperor to a mischievous author, teasing his reader with the promise of an enthralling tale. The difference, however, lay in the fact that he would not rely solely on words but on his actions to bring this fantasy to life.

With a swift movement, he pushed Jane down onto the soft cushions of the sofa, his forceful hand finding its place between her neck and chest. It wasn't an overpowering grip that threatened to strangle her, but it held enough strength to leave behind a distinct red mark. It resembled a hickey, but there was something more sinister and darker about it.

As the pressure of his hand made contact, Jane's heart raced with a mixture of exhilaration and anticipation. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins, igniting a fire within her. This unexpected turn of events had caught her off guard, and yet, there was an undeniable thrill in surrendering to the unknown.

'No way,' she thought, her mind racing to catch up with the whirlwind of sensations. At that moment, she grasped the meaning behind his actions. It was a hand necklace, a symbol commonly found in romance novels with red flag male leads. It was a mark of possession, an embodiment of desire, and a sign that she had been claimed. The very thought sent a surge of excitement rippling through her being.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the rhythm echoing in her ears. She was no stranger to the allure of forbidden romance, and this encounter held a seductive appeal she couldn't easily dismiss. It was as if the pages of those steamy novels had come to life before her eyes, and she found herself willingly stepping into the female protagonist's shoes.