Bare Minimum 

Villain Ch 1404. Bare Minimum 

Soon, the room was in chaos.

Not the bad kind of chaos.

The kind of chaos that came from seven dangerously attractive women scrambling to fix themselves after nearly losing their minds over one man.

Clothes were everywhere. Lingerie was scattered across the private suite. The faint scent of wine, perfume, and unfulfilled desire hung thick in the air.

The girls moved fast, pulling on their outfits, adjusting straps, fixing their hair—but their eyes?

Their eyes kept straying back to Allen.

Allen, who had not rushed. He casually rolled his sleeves, adjusting his collar, looking every bit like a calm man.

And worse?

He kept the damn outfit. The harness. The belt. Even add the leather gloves. He decided to buy them!

He simply threw on his jeans, shirts and boots like it was normal to walk out of a store looking like he belonged on the cover of a forbidden underground magazine.