Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 1040: No Leg Day

Villain Ch 1040. No Leg Day

By the time Allen walked into the gym, it was almost 9. He spotted Gerry near the squat rack, already in the middle of a set. Gerry had clearly been there for a few minutes, the light sheen of sweat on his forehead. Allen dropped his bag in the locker room and made his way over to him, giving a quick greeting as he stretched his arms.

"Morning, man," Allen called out, trying to sound as casual as possible.

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Gerry finished his set and looked up, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Morning," he replied, but his eyes immediately narrowed as they scanned Allen's figure. He frowned, his gaze stopping on a few of the plasters barely hidden by Allen's long-sleeve workout top. Most were on his neck, peeking out from under the collar, and one on his wrist.

It was subtle, but noticeable enough for Gerry to raise an eyebrow. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked, with genuine concern in his voice.

Allen winced. He had hoped the sleeves would cover up most of the evidence, but clearly, they weren't doing a great job. "Ah, nothing major," he said with a dismissive wave, though his voice lacked the usual energy. He was trying to brush it off, but Gerry wasn't buying it.

"Nothing major?" Gerry crossed his arms, clearly not convinced. "Dude, you're covered in plasters. And what's with the long sleeves? It's like 80 degrees (Fahrenheit) outside."

Allen sighed, realizing there was no escaping the conversation. "It's not what you think," he said, lowering his voice as he leaned in slightly. "I just… had a crazy night with my girlfriends."

Gerry blinked, then frowned even deeper. "Girlfriends? As in plural?" His voice was half-surprised, half-amused. "Wait, how many are we talking about?"

Allen cringed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Seven."

Gerry's eyes widened. "Seven? In one night?" He let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Bro, that's… that's insane. And here I was thinking you just had a bad run-in with some dumbbells."

"Yeah, no dumbbells involved. Just… well, a lot of energy burned in other ways," Allen muttered, his face heating up slightly from the admission.

Gerry gave Allen a once-over again, clearly still trying to process the information. "Man, I don't even know what to say to that. No wonder you look like you've been through a war zone."

Allen let out a dry laugh, rolling his shoulders to ease the soreness. "Yeah, well, that's why I'm skipping leg day today."

Gerry raised an eyebrow, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "You're skipping leg day? You? The guy who always says leg day is non-negotiable?"

Allen shrugged, wincing slightly as a small twinge of pain shot through his neck. "Yeah, well… you know why," he said, giving Gerry a pointed look, his voice trailing off.

Gerry's grin only widened, and he shook his head, laughing. "Oh, I definitely know why. I mean, seven girls in one night? That's not just crazy, man, that's borderline suicidal. No way you're getting through even a single set of squats today."

Allen groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. "You don't need to rub it in."

"I'm not rubbing it in," Gerry said, still chuckling. "I'm just trying to imagine how you're even standing right now, let alone walking into the gym like nothing happened."

"It happened two days ago. I had enough sleep yesterday. It should be okay," Allen muttered, shrugging.

Gerry crossed his arms, his amusement still evident. "Man, I never thought you had it in you. You were always the quiet type and never really showed much interest in dating. I figured you'd die single with a VR gaming device on your head."

Allen shot him a mock glare, though there was no real heat behind it. "Hey, I'm not that bad. I've got my life together… mostly."

"Mostly?" Gerry laughed, his eyes gleaming with humor. "Dude, you just skipped leg day because you're too sore from—well, you know. That doesn't scream 'together,' but I'll give you points for living life on the edge."

Allen shook his head. "Okay, fine, I'll admit it. I'm a little insane for pulling off what I did."

Gerry gave a short bark of laughter. "A little? Bro, seven girlfriends in one night isn't just insane, it's legendary. But don't think I'm letting you off the hook completely. You owe me a leg day next time."

Allen groaned again, though there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, I'll make it up to you. Just not today, alright?"

"Fair enough," Gerry said, giving Allen a playful shove.

"But seriously, if I crash in here, you have to take me to the hospital. You know where my insurance card is, right? I'll trust my life to you," Allen said, but there was a hint of genuine concern beneath the humor.

Gerry chuckled as Allen made his way to the bench press. "Got it."

Allen sighed dramatically as he positioned himself under the barbell. Gerry stood behind him, ready to spot him. "Alright, let's get this done," Allen muttered before starting his set, pushing the barbell up with steady effort. His muscles screamed in protest, but he powered through.

Once Allen finished his first set, Gerry helped rack the weight, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. He hesitated before asking, "So, uh… does Sophia know about all this yet?"

Allen frowned, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel. "I think she knows about the girls. She had met them before. But about all this intimacy…" Allen replied, shaking his head. "It all just happened two days ago. I doubt she's heard anything."

Gerry raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. "Oh… well, that's good, I guess."

Allen could hear the tension in his voice, but he brushed it off. But yes, it was an unusual question from him.

Suddenly, without warning, Gerry's voice boomed through the gym, loud and exaggerated. "Oh my God, Allen! You have seven girls who are crazily in love with you and you just slept with them? That's INSANE, man!"

Allen froze, his eyes widening in horror as several heads turned in their direction. His immediate reaction was to cringe, his muscles tensing up as if he could somehow shrink into himself and disappear. "Dude!" he hissed, glaring at Gerry. "Keep your voice down!"