NCCnovel Chapter 694: Spicy Intimacy
Chapter 694: Spicy Intimacy
Villain Ch 694. Spicy Intimacy
"That’s why that guy’s girlfriend bought dark red food coloring," Allen muttered again, shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn’t help but find it a bit absurd that someone would go to such lengths to recreate a scene from a fanfic. But then again, he supposed everyone had their own way of expressing their intimacy.
Allen bet that guy’s girlfriend wants to recreate the scene and make her boyfriend imitate that sex scene. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought, finding it both amusing and a little strange. In his mind, sex was an intimate act that should be based on genuine feelings and connections, not on scripted scenarios.
For Allen, spontaneity and authenticity were key when it came to intimacy. He preferred to let his emotions guide him, simply surrendering to the moment and following wherever his feelings took him. But he understood that not everyone shared his perspective.
Some people, especially women, enjoyed adding a little spice to their relationships by trying to recreate scenes from movies, books, or even fanfiction.
Following scenes from films or novels had become a common trend, especially with the rise of social media. People were more open about their intimate lives and weren’t afraid to share their experiences with others. While Allen found it fascinating to observe these trends, he couldn’t help but stick to his own beliefs about intimacy and connection.
Besides who was he to judge others for their fantasies, especially when he himself was a writer of harem stories? It was hypocritical of him to look down on others for exploring their desires in fictional worlds when he did the same in his own writing.
But there was something about seeing his game character portrayed in such a manner that made him feel uneasy. It was one thing to write about fictional relationships and another to see them depicted in such explicit detail by others. It felt like a violation of his character’s personality, like someone had taken his character and twisted them into something unrecognizable.
The music served as the perfect backdrop as he began to type, his fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced ease. Each keystroke felt like a familiar embrace, drawing him deeper into the world of his own creation.
As he wrote, he found himself lost in the flow of words, his mind conjuring vivid scenes and complex characters. It was a feeling of liberation, a temporary escape from the pressures of his real life. It was weird since despite his current wealth and status that came with it, Allen remained grounded in his passion for storytelling.
There was a sense of responsibility that came with being the creator of these worlds, a duty to see them through to their rightful conclusion.
And so, with each chapter he penned, he was reminded of the journey fueled by creativity, perseverance, and a deep-seated commitment to his craft. He was the one who started the stories, so he had to be the one who gave a proper ending to each of them, not a rushed one.
The minutes turned into hours, Allen found himself completely engrossed in his writing. Time seemed to slip away unnoticed, a common occurrence whenever he became lost in the world of his stories. The soft glow of his laptop screen provided the only illumination in the room as he fervently typed away, his thoughts consumed by the characters and plots unfolding before him.
The sound of a knock on the door went unheard, lost amidst the rhythmic tapping of his keyboard. It wasn’t until his phone vibrated beside him that Allen was jolted back to reality.
With a slight frown of confusion, he tore his gaze away from the screen and glanced at the phone lying beside his laptop. The caller ID displayed Kai’s name, prompting Allen to pick up the phone with a sense of curiosity.
"Good morning, sir," Kai greeted on the other end of the line. "I hope I didn’t disturb your sleep."