Chapter 1867: Overnight Breakfast
Villain Ch 1867. Overnight Breakfast
"You’re ridiculous."
"You’re all alive," he countered, sipping coffee again.
Her soft laugh vibrated against his spine.
Allen turned his head just enough to catch Zoe’s sleepy grin. Her hair was a wild halo, her eyes still half-shut, and she hadn’t even bothered to pull on more than the oversized shirt she’d stolen from him last night.
She yawned against his back, voice muffled. "You made breakfast?"
"Prepared it yesterday," Allen said, sliding a parfait onto the counter. "You think I had the strength to cook this morning?"
Zoe blinked down at it, then up at him. "You’re actually perfect, you know that?"
Allen smirked. "I know."
She pinched his side. He didn’t flinch.
Footsteps echoed down the hall, slow and dragging. The kind of sound made by someone who partied too hard and now regretted everything.
Shea appeared first. Or what looked like Shea. Her hair was sticking in six different directions, one strap of her tank top had snapped, and she was holding her whip like a walking stick.
"Coffee," she croaked.
Allen poured a mug and slid it toward her. Shea didn’t even thank him. She took it, sipped, sighed like a dying soldier tasting water. Then her eyes landed on the table.
She froze.
"...You actually made breakfast."
"Prepared," Allen corrected.
She squinted at him. "I hate you."
"You love me."
Shea sat heavily on a stool, muttering, "Unfortunately."
From the living room came a groan so dramatic it could’ve won an award. Vivian. She stumbled in like she was walking through fog, her sheer robe hanging open, no shame whatsoever.
"Why is everyone vertical?" she asked, collapsing onto Allen’s lap like a ragdoll.
"Because," Zoe answered before Allen could, "our boyfriend made us breakfast."
Vivian cracked one eye open. Looked at the spread. Parfaits. Pancakes. Fruit. Juice. Eggs. She blinked slowly, then smiled like a cat.
"You’re nesting again," she purred, kissing Allen’s jaw.
Allen sighed into his coffee. "Eat first. Then corrupt me."
"Mm," Vivian hummed, grabbing a fork. "Who says I can’t do both?"
Another shuffle of footsteps. Bella this time, wearing nothing but panties and a blanket wrapped like a toga. She stopped dead when she saw the kitchen counter.
"Wait," Bella whispered, eyes wide. "This is... real food."
Allen arched a brow. "What did you expect? Pizza rolls?"
"Yes," Bella admitted, sliding into a seat. "And I would’ve loved you anyway."
Allen rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop the smirk tugging at his mouth.
Larissa arrived next, somehow managing to look elegant even with mascara smudged halfway down her cheeks. She wore his button-up shirt—backwards. On purpose? Accident? No one asked.
She poured herself wine instead of juice, sat cross-legged at the table, and murmured, "You spoil us."
"You’ll live longer if you eat something besides alcohol," Allen said.
She smirked into her glass. "Not if you keep fucking us like last night."
Allen nearly choked on his coffee. Zoe covered her laugh with her hand.
Alice was next. She bounced in with stickers still plastered to her thighs, reading Allen’s Cumhole. She plopped into a chair, grabbed a pancake, and said around a mouthful, "Best. Villa. Ever."
Jane staggered in last, clutching her mysterious leather notebook. She was braless under her crop top, one boob basically half-out, and she didn’t even care. She sat down, flipped open her book, and muttered, "Research."
"On what?" Allen asked dryly.
Jane raised her eyes, dead serious. "How you didn’t die."
Allen smirked. "Trade secret."
They all dug in. Forks clinked against plates, juice poured into glasses, laughter bubbling up between bites.
It should’ve felt normal. Domestic. But it didn’t. Not with them dressed in scraps of lingerie and blankets, faces flushed, lips swollen from last night. Not with Allen still naked except for the apron Zoe tied around him. Not with the memory of their screams still echoing in the villa’s walls.
Azura was the last to appear, shy as always. She wore a silk robe too big for her frame, cheeks pink as she slid into the seat beside Allen. She didn’t meet his eyes right away. Just whispered, "Good morning."
Allen looked at her. Smiled softly. "Morning, princess."
Her blush deepened.
The food disappeared faster than he’d expected.
Vivian moaned louder over the overnight oat than she had last night.
Bella declared the pancakes holy.
Alice stuck another sticker on Allen’s shoulder that said Chef Daddy.
Jane scribbled in her book, muttering "perfect control even while cooking, need more data."
Shea inhaled coffee like oxygen, Larissa demanded refills on wine, Zoe just leaned against Allen’s side like she owned him, and Azura... Azura finally whispered, "Thank you," like it meant more than food.
Allen leaned back in his chair, watching them.
They were chaos.
They were insane.
They were his.
The table was stripped clean in minutes—not because anyone volunteered to scrub, but because Allen shoved the dishes into the dishwasher with the efficiency of a man who knew arguing would be pointless.
The girls lounged around, sipping coffee, nibbling on the last bits of fruit, all still half-dressed in robes, blankets, or just lingerie.
"So," Shea said finally, stretching like a cat. "What’s the plan today?"
Allen closed the dishwasher with a snap. "Dunno. Some people yesterday mentioned a hike. Which I don’t believe for a damn second."
Zoe snorted into her juice. "Yeah, I’m not walking up a mountain after last night. My legs are still jelly."
Vivian smirked over her mug. "Oh, I remember. Someone was shaking so hard they could barely stay standing."
"That was you," Bella shot back, rolling her eyes.
Larissa swirled her wine lazily. "I’d be open to a hike... if by hike you mean sitting by the hot spring with champagne."
Alice perked up. "Board games! I brought like, five more we haven’t tried yet."
Jane didn’t even look up from her notebook. "I vote sex. Again. All day."
Azura turned red instantly, hugging her robe tighter. "...Maybe something... quieter?"
Allen leaned on the counter, smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah. Great plans. Board games. Sex marathons. Champagne. Sounds like a normal day in hell."
Zoe chuckled. "You love it."
Allen sipped his coffee. "Unfortunately."