Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 922 Real Wetness

Villain Ch 922. Real Wetness

To be honest, Bella didn't understand how this sensation felt so true. The intensity, the raw emotion—it was like a real experience, more vivid and consuming than anything she had ever felt in the game. Every touch, every movement seemed to blur the line between reality and the virtual world.

Allen, sensing her struggle, lowered his body and pinned her hands above her head. His face hovered just an inch from hers, his breath warm against her skin. He gave her a smooch, his lips soft but commanding. His eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and dominance, his naughty grin sending a thrill through her already trembling body.

"Now come for me," he demanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl. "Give me your loudest moan." Experience new stories on novelbuddy

Bella's resolve shattered at his command. The pent-up tension, the desperate need for release, all came crashing down in an overwhelming wave of pleasure. She came, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her, and she obeyed Allen's command without hesitation.

"OAH!" Her moans were loud and uninhibited, filling the room with the raw sound of her ecstasy. She moaned like there was no tomorrow, her cries echoing off the walls as she surrendered completely to the intense sensations.

The wetness she felt was undeniable. It felt so real, so tangible, that she momentarily forgot they were in a game. The pleasure was all-consuming, leaving her gasping and shuddering beneath Allen's powerful presence.

Allen watched her with a satisfied, almost predatory expression. Her loud, uninhibited moans and the sight of her climaxing beneath him spurred his own release. He thrust deeply one final time, his body tensing as he came, filling her with his warmth.

"NGH…" His groan was deep and primal, a sound of pure, unfiltered pleasure that mingled with Bella's cries.

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Bella lay beneath him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Allen's grip on her wrists loosened, and he lowered his head to rest his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. Her body still tingled with the lingering sensations of their intense lovemaking, and she felt a deep, abiding connection to Allen. "That was... incredible," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her earlier cries.

Allen smiled, a genuine, tender smile that softened his dominant demeanor. "You're incredible," he replied, releasing her wrists and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle embrace.

Bella snuggled against Allen happily, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking. She relished the warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing reminder. But then she felt something strange. Slowly, the smile on her face faded, replaced by a growing sense of confusion.

A frown appeared, and she shifted slightly, trying to understand the unusual sensation.

Allen noticed the change in her demeanor. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

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Bella hesitated, unsure how to articulate what she was experiencing. "I feel wet," she confessed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Allen chuckled playfully, thinking she was referring to their recent intimacy. "You just came. Of course, you're wet," he said, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

Bella pulled away slightly, sitting up and creating a bit of distance between them. Her frown deepened, and her confusion became more evident. She was silent for a moment, trying to make sense of the sensations she was feeling.

"No, I mean… I feel wet in the real world," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Huh?" Allen's playful smile faded as he sat up beside her. He looked at her, his expression mirroring her confusion. "You mean you really came?" he asked, trying to understand what she was saying.

Bella flicked her gaze away, uncertainty clouding her eyes. "I... I don't know," she stammered. "I-I think."

They both tried to process this revelation. The game had always been incredibly immersive, but this felt like something entirely different.

Allen reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Bella's shoulder. "You should log off and check," he suggested gently, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite the growing unease he felt.

Bella nodded, her movements slow and deliberate. She initiated the log-off sequence, her mind racing with possibilities and questions.

The game world faded around them, they were both plunged back into reality.

Bella blinked, adjusting to the dim light of her room. She could feel the cool air against her skin, the weight of her VR headset still present. Slowly, she removed the device, her hands trembling slightly. She hesitated for a moment, then reached down to check herself. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the unmistakable dampness between her legs.

"Oh my God," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of shock and disbelief.

It was real! She had actually come!

In silence, Bella stared at her hand in disbelief. The sensation of wetness between her legs was undeniable. She felt a rush of embarrassment, her cheeks flushing as she recalled the intensity of the experience.

But beneath the embarrassment, there was a sense of surprise and amazement. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected Allen to be able to bring her to such a state. The game and VR device were designed to send simulated sensations to the player, providing a rich and immersive experience. However, it was never supposed to be as intense as the real thing.

Erotic games, in particular, required additional devices to truly mimic real experiences—devices that resembled dildos for women and similar apparatuses for men. But Allen had managed to make her come without any of that.

She shook her head, trying to process the mixture of emotions swirling inside her. The embarrassment was still there, but it was tempered by a deep sense of intimacy with Allen.

Her phone buzzed with a message, breaking her out of her thoughts.