Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 696. Desires And Fantasies

Allen internally cursed himself for not coming up with a better cover story on the spot. "Fantasy stories," he replied, sticking to his usual vague response whenever his writing was brought up. He plastered on a calm expression, hoping it would mask his discomfort. After all, he wasn't exactly lying—it was technically a fantasy story, just not the kind Emma was likely imagining.

Emma's curiosity seemed to intensify as she raised her eyebrows and delved deeper into the topic. "Fantasy stories? What kind of fantasy stories?" she probed further, her tone tinged with intrigue. "High Fantasy, Urban, Dark Fantasy, Historical, Dystopia?" she ventured, trying to guess the subgenre.

"Uh… Urban," Allen answered hesitantly, mentally kicking himself for not coming up with a more convincing response. He could feel the weight of his sister's gaze on him, and he desperately hoped she wouldn't press for more details. After all, the less she knew about the steamy harem tales he was penning, the better.

"Oh, great," Jordan suddenly exclaimed, his enthusiasm evident in his tone. Allen couldn't help but flick his gaze towards him, a hint of curiosity in his expression. "We're in the process of creating a game with an urban background," Jordan continued, his words tinged with excitement. "It's still a long way to go, but we're developing the storyline and world-building.

We might be able to use your story as inspiration," he added, his tone relaxed.

Allen pressed his lips together, a sense of apprehension creeping over him. He hadn't anticipated his writing hobby becoming a topic of discussion, especially not with his family. Initially trying to steer away from the conversation, he now felt like he was inadvertently digging himself into a deeper hole.

"Well, I'll discuss it with the staff in the future," Allen responded, his voice carefully neutral as he tried to maintain his composure.

But Jordan wasn't about to let the matter drop so easily. "Why wait until the future?" he questioned, a furrow forming on his brow. "Just tell us the title and your pen name. I'll have the staff read it and take some inspiration from it," he suggested, his eagerness palpable.

'That's even worse!' Allen screamed internally, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a ton of bricks. His mind raced as he tried to navigate the conversation without revealing too much. But it seemed that Jordan was determined to dig deeper into Allen's writing passion, regardless of whether it would be used as inspiration for the game or not.

Allen's heart sank as he struggled to come up with a plausible excuse. He hadn't anticipated his cover being blown so swiftly, and now he found himself scrambling to find a way out of the situation.

Jordan and Emma's expectant gazes bore into Allen, who found himself at a loss for words. "What's the title, Allen?" Jordan asked again, his tone calm but insistent. There was an unspoken plea in his eyes, urging Allen to be honest.

Allen took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he grappled with the decision to come clean. After a moment of internal struggle, he relented. "Fine, I admit it," he began, his voice tinged with resignation. "I'm writing harem stories. They're mature content," he confessed, his words heavy with vulnerability.

"But please, don't judge me for that, okay?" he added hastily, his eyes pleading for understanding. "It's just my way of channeling my wishful thinking."

Emma's shocked expression mirrored Allen's own internal turmoil, while Jordan remained composed, seemingly unfazed by the revelation. "Harem stories?" Emma repeated incredulously, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Is that the reason why you have relationships with those girls now? Because you want to make your delusion come true?" she asked, her words laced with a mixture of shock and discomfort.

Allen's gaze remained fixed on Emma, his expression unreadable as he processed her question. After a moment of contemplation, he responded with a resigned sigh. "No and yes," he admitted, his tone tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Yes, because it was me who made a request in the game and made them my wives," he explained, his voice steady despite the weight of his confession.

"But no, because my request was only meant to apply in the game, not in the real world," he clarified, his words punctuated by a sense of finality.

"So you did want to have a harem from the start?" Jordan asked, his tone light with a hint of teasing.

Allen shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling exposed under his father's gaze. "It's just wishful thinking, Dad," he began, his voice slightly defensive. "I never expected it from the start," he clarified, hoping to dispel any misconceptions. "I mean..." he trailed off, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.

"I'll be honest, which man who doesn't want to get attention from several women at once?" he reasoned, a touch of vulnerability creeping into his voice. "It's a fantasy for some people. Especially for a loner and single," he added, his words tinged with a hint of sadness.

He couldn't help but reflect on his past. He had turned to writing harem stories as a means of coping with his loneliness and heartbreak. At first, it was simply a way to channel his pain and emotions, but to his surprise, his stories had resonated with others. People had expressed their admiration for his work, revealing that they too harbored similar desires and fantasies.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"It's not like I actively pursued this fantasy," Allen continued, his tone earnest. "It's just something that evolved over time. I never expected it to become a reality," he admitted, his voice tinged with a sense of resignation.

"But I guess, in a way, I thought it's a way for me to live out a part of myself that I can't in reality," he added, his words trailing off as he contemplated the complexities of his emotions.

Emma glanced at Allen, her playful demeanor softening as she considered his vulnerability.