Villain Ch 1852. Harem Vacation [Part 4]
She flipped through them one by one, humming like a librarian sorting sin by genre.
"Allen's Favorite Toy."
"Milk Me."
"Allen's Cumhole."
"Certified Property of Allen."
"Drink Me – I Moan in 4K."
"Who needs rope," Jane murmured, "when words do the tying?"
Her eyes gleamed.
"I hope he checks under the table tonight."
Meanwhile—
Allen walked barefoot out of his room, trying to act like he wasn't surrounded by eight women plotting to destroy his dignity with affection, pleasure, and creatively weaponized lingerie.
He passed by Vivian's room.
Saw a tangle of red lace and a black feather whip.
He paused. Blinked.
'Damn…' And he decided to keep walking.
Then Larissa—crouched beside her open bag, smiling down at a bar of dark chocolate shaped like a… yeah. He knew that brand.
He looked away.
Passed Shea's door.
Toys.
Harnesses.
'Oh dear lord.'
Alice?
He caught her mid-setup.
