Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 208. The Healer's Jealousy [Part 1] 

A few hours passed by in the blink of an eye as Allen immersed himself in Hell's Gate, completing his daily quests and defeating monsters. As the clock ticked closer to 11:00 AM, he knew it was time to shift his focus to the real world. With a quick stretch to shake off the gaming fatigue, he shut down his VR headset and sprang into action.

He quickly freshened up, making sure to fix his unruly hair and donning a casual yet stylish outfit. The anticipation of the upcoming photoshoot fueled his excitement, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of nerves mixed with exhilaration. It was a new and unexpected experience for him.

Upon arriving at the apartment building, he spotted Vivian waiting for him in the lobby, her eyes beaming with anticipation. After a quick greeting, she went onto his motorcycle, her excitement palpable. With a rev of the engine, they smoothly merged into the flow of traffic, their destination set for the modeling agency.

Allen maneuvered through the bustling city streets. The motorcycle effortlessly weaved through traffic like a dancer gliding across a stage. The rumble of the engine and the whistling wind in their ears added to the sense of adventure that permeated the air. The vibrant cityscape unfolded before them, with towering skyscrapers, neon signs, and a symphony of car horns providing the backdrop to their journey.

Finally, they arrived at their destination—the agency. The building stood out amidst the surrounding structures with its sleek and minimalist design. It was a short, modern building adorned with glass panels that reflected the city's vibrant colors. The agency's name was displayed discreetly on a small sign near the entrance, adding a touch of professionalism to its understated exterior.

He parked the motorcycle and dismounted; their excitement palpable in the air. Vivian and Allen made their way toward the elevator. The sleek metallic doors stood before them, beckoning them to step inside.

Vivian pressed the button labeled "5," the floor that housed the studio.

- Ding!

The elevator door slid open, revealing the interior of the studio. Vivian and Allen stepped out into a spacious and modern reception area, filled with sleek furniture and vibrant decor. The walls were adorned with large posters showcasing previous modeling campaigns and artistic photographs. The room exuded an air of creativity and sophistication, instantly capturing their attention.

Vivian swiftly scanned it at the entrance, the LED light turning green with a soft beep, granting them access to the studio. It was clear that security was a top priority in this professional environment.

They strolled down the corridor, their eyes darting from one studio door to another. Each room had a distinctive number emblazoned on its front, signaling its purpose and identity. The hallway was a bustling hive of activity, with models and crew members scurrying in different directions.

As they ventured further, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The energy became more focused, and the sounds of conversation muffled as they approached Studio 4.

Vivian reached out and turned the doorknob, gently pushing the door open. The sound of shuffling footsteps and muted conversations flooded their ears as they stepped into Studio 4. 

The space was vast, with high ceilings and large windows that allowed natural light to stream in, illuminating the room. The walls were adorned with mood boards, sketches, and photographs, providing a glimpse into the artistic vision behind the photoshoot.

Vivian's presence did not go unnoticed. The moment she stepped in, all eyes turned toward her, and a chorus of warm greetings filled the room. "Hey, Vivian! Good to see you!" came the friendly voices. She reciprocated the greetings with a smile, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside her.

However, it didn't take long for the attention to shift to Allen, who stood by Vivian's side. A curious hush fell over the room as curious gazes zeroed in on him. It was clear that his presence had piqued their interest, prompting one of the crew members to step forward, a spark of curiosity in their eyes.

"Hey there! Are you the new model?" the crew member asked, unable to contain their curiosity any longer.

Allen nodded with a confident smile. "Yep, that's me. I'm here to give it a shot," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

The crew members couldn't help but exchange whispers and excited remarks about Allen's appearance. "Wow, he looks even better in person than in the photo!" one of them exclaimed, their eyes widening with surprise and admiration.

Another crew member chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Absolutely! His physique is incredible. We might even consider opening his shirt a bit during the shoot to showcase those muscles. It would add a nice touch of ruggedness to the character," they suggested, their eyes gleaming with creative possibilities.

Vivian blushed at the compliments, feeling a mix of pride and relief. "Thanks, guys. I'm glad you think he's a good fit. I had a feeling he would bring something unique to the table," she replied, her voice filled with a sense of accomplishment.

One of the crew members, a friendly-looking photographer with a camera hanging around his neck, turned to Allen and extended a hand in greeting. "Hello, what's your name?" he asked with a warm smile.

"I'm Allen," he replied, shaking the photographer's hand firmly. "And this is my first time doing anything like this. So, I hope you guys can guide me through it."

The room was filled with reassurances and supportive comments. The crew members, now more eager than ever to help Allen succeed, quickly assured him that they would be there every step of the way. "No worries, Allen! We've got your back," one of them exclaimed, offering a thumbs-up.

Another crew member, a makeup artist with an array of brushes and palettes in hand, chimed in, "Yeah, we'll make sure you feel comfortable and confident. We've worked with plenty of first-timers before, so trust us, you're in good hands."