Chapter 498 Unconventional

Chapter 498 Unconventional

Villain Ch 498. Unconventional

Larissa didn't hesitate to express her thoughts. "You said that you were bad at romance, but this is the opposite," she complained, her words carrying a hint of playful annoyance. She couldn't help but be surprised by the turn of events and how smoothly Bella and Alice had orchestrated their playful seduction.

Jane, with a tone of admiration and a touch of envy, chimed in with approval. "Oh my~ You guys are so smart," she remarked, her voice carrying a slight blush. She couldn't help but be impressed by the creativity and daring nature of Bella and Alice.

However, Shea was quick to remind everyone of the situation. She directed their attention to Allen, who was still battling his sickness. "Uh, hello, he is still sick, remember?" Shea emphasized, underlining the fact that his well-being should take precedence over any playful antics.

Jane's mischievous curiosity continued to steer the conversation into uncharted territory. With a sly grin on her face, she responded to Shea's reminder, her words taking on a playful and provocative tone. "Yes, I remember that, and I think that's the perfect reason," she affirmed, her gaze fixed on Shea as she took a step closer and leaned against her. Jane's words and actions were designed to stir up intrigue and amusement among their group.

With a hint of mischief in her voice, she continued her line of thought, her words laden with tantalizing suggestions. "He usually the dominant one, right?" Jane mused, her voice dropping to a hushed tone filled with implication. "Can you imagine it if he is weak? Aren't you curious to touch him or do it when he can't do anything but just surrender to accept your touch?" she asked, her grin growing even more mischievous.

Jane's provocative scenario left Shea and the others momentarily speechless, their faces displaying a mix of surprise, amusement, and contemplation. The conversation had taken an unexpected and teasing turn.

The girls couldn't help but let their imaginations run wild, fueled by Jane's playful scenario. They pictured Allen, who was typically the dominant one, in a completely different light—submissive and powerless, surrendering to their every desire.

In their shared fantasies, they could see his face flushed with a rosy hue, his usual confident demeanor replaced by vulnerability. They imagined his weakened state, his defenses crumbling, and his body quivering with anticipation. They conjured images of him, his eyes pleading and voice trembling as he yielded to their every request.

The girls painted vivid mental pictures of Allen obeying their every command, his actions guided solely by their whims. They envisioned his hesitant yet eager compliance, his willingness to satisfy their desires. Their collective imagination created a scenario that was both intriguing and intoxicating, a playful exploration of power dynamics that left them all blushing, laughing, and blushing again.

Vivian was the first to speak. "Well, that's interesting indeed," she confessed, her gaze darting towards Allen as she attempted to gauge his reaction.

Larissa, her cheeks flushed with curiosity and a hint of excitement, chimed in next. "I really want to see it," she admitted, her words punctuated by a slight giggle. Her desire for the unexpected scenario was evident, and she wasn't afraid to admit it.

Zoe added her perspective with a hint of desire in her voice. "Tie him up and tease him," she suggested, her lower lip bitten in anticipation. Her words carried an air of suggestion and naughtiness.

Jane, her grin mischievous and her imagination running wild, contributed to the conversation with a playful twist. "Or ride him till he cries and says no more," she declared, her words teeming with playful provocation.

Shea, her eyes filled with mischief, brought her own fantasy into the mix with a devious grin. "And milking his cum till the last drop," she stated, her words carrying a hint of seductive suggestion.

Allen couldn't help but react. "Hey, I heard that," he interjected, his expression flat and slightly surprised by the wild turn the conversation had taken. His eyes fixed on the group, and he couldn't help but add a humorous observation. "There are seven of you. I will die if I do it under these conditions," he quipped, his arms opened in a gesture that underscored his point—both the circumstances and the extent of their vivid imagination.

The girls exchanged knowing glances. Shea was the first to respond. "Yeah, he has a point," she admitted, acknowledging the practicality of waiting until Allen had fully recovered.

Jane, with a thoughtful expression, chimed in with a suggestion. "Maybe another day? Like after he recovers?" she proposed, opening the door to the possibility of revisiting their playful scenario in the future when the timing was better. n--0vElbIn

Vivian, her eyes filled with understanding, added her agreement. "Good idea. We just need to come here again next time," she offered, indicating that the group could plan another visit when the circumstances were more favorable.

However, Allen was quick to remind them of his next plan. "I'll probably be busy after this. I will move to Goldborne's mansion, remember?" he pointed out, highlighting the potential challenges they might face in coordinating future rendezvous.

Shea, undeterred, reassured the others with a shrug. "It's fine. Jordan is busy, you know. And he already knows all of us. That shouldn't be a problem," she declared confidently.

Allen, puzzled and frowning, couldn't help but question the situation further. "Are you sure?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Shea, who had a somewhat wry smile on her face, provided some insight. "Kafra is his personal spy, you know?" she explained. "She already knows our relationship, so you can assume Jordan also already knows our relationship," she concluded, emphasizing the fact that Jordan had a source of information on their connections.

Allen, still bewildered, couldn't help but voice his concerns. "But why didn't he say anything to me?" he wondered aloud. He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing, his tone slightly hesitant. "I mean... our relationship is unconventional," he acknowledged.