Evil MC's NTR Harem

That night, Ross introduced April to the rest of the group.

"Everyone, meet April. April, this is Sophia, Jasmine, Natalie…" he continued down the line, finally ending with Mary.

"Hi, everybody! Please take care of me," April said, her cheeks flushing brightly.

She had assumed Ross only had Sophia and Jasmine as girlfriends, but it was clear now that there were more—five, to be exact.

Six absolutely stunning women, all taller than her.

To her surprise, even Natalie Kendall, a teacher at their school and the subject of many rumors, was among Ross's women.

April smiled shyly, feeling a little out of place as the shortest of Ross's girls.

Her eyes wandered to Jade, Maya, and Mary, three breathtaking beauties she was seeing for the first time.

The reality of Ross's harem left her both awed and slightly intimidated.

"So this is why you haven't been coming home for the past two weeks, Ross. Hmph!" Mary pouted adorably, crossing her arms in an exaggerated display of mock anger.

"Yes, but that won't be a problem anymore. April's going to live with us starting tonight," Ross announced casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Another one? Don't you ever get tired of women, Ross?" Jade asked, arching a perfectly shaped brow.

"Not when my women are as lovely as you, Jade. I could never," Ross replied with a mischievous grin.

A collective sigh escaped the group, a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusement. Ross's charm, it seemed, was impossible to resist.

Ross's insatiable lust was something his girlfriends had come to understand all too well.

Each night, they experienced just how far his stamina extended, and none of them could keep up with him.

Ross had a way of pushing their bodies to their absolute limits, driving them to the edge and beyond.

More often than not, they found themselves utterly exhausted, passing out from the overwhelming waves of pleasure he could bring them to in moments.

Yet, for all his insatiable hunger, Ross had another side—one that could surprise them in the most unexpected ways.

Tonight, instead of their usual escapades, Ross chose to treat them to a feast at home, an apology of sorts for how relentless he had been lately.

Ross prepared and served a dinner so divine that even the gods themselves would look on with envy, their celestial feasts paling in comparison to the masterpiece he delivered.

"Wow, Ross! I'm so full I could die happy tonight and have no regrets at all," Jasmine sighed contentedly, collapsing onto the sofa as she rubbed her overstuffed belly.

"Me too! I've never tasted anything this amazing in my life. Ever!" Maya added, her expression glowing with delight as she leaned back in her chair.

It was the first time Ross had cooked for them, as their meals usually consisted of fine dining at high-end restaurants.

"And what's even more amazing," Jade chimed in, still marveling at the sight of the empty dishes, "is that he made tenfull dishes in just one hour. I don't even understand how that's possible! And every single one of them was top-notch!"

Jade, being the one most passionate about cooking, knew how much effort and precision it would take to prepare a meal of this scale and quality.

She couldn't help but admire Ross's skill, even if she didn't entirely comprehend it.

To her, the dishes were like something out of a dream—beyond anything she thought achievable in a kitchen.

What Jade didn't realize, however, was that Ross's culinary creations were out of this world, quite literally.

The ingredients he used were nothing short of legendary. The meats came from divine beasts—phoenixes, dragons, and ancient qilins—creatures whose very essence radiated power and vitality.

Compared to the meats found on Earth, these were at least a dozen tiers higher, their flavors so rich and complex that no earthly delicacy could compare.

The spices Ross used were no less extraordinary. They were treasures worth more than entire worlds, their value measured in unimaginable quantities of spirit stones.

Just a single pinch of one could enhance any dish to perfection, and Ross had access to an entire arsenal of them.

To the untrained eye, his cooking appeared magical—and in truth, it was nothing short of that.

As the girls rested, basking in the afterglow of their meal, they couldn't help but reflect on just how extraordinary Ross truly was.

Whether in the bedroom or the kitchen, he was simply unmatched, a man who defied all expectations.

That night, as they retired to the bedroom, Ross didn't hold back. He indulged his girlfriends fully, his energy seemingly endless.

The room became a haven of unrestrained passion, filled with cries of ecstasy, moans of pleasure, and soft murmurs of affection.

Ross moved between them like a force of nature, giving each woman his undivided attention, his touch igniting their deepest desires.

"I missed you so much, Ross," one of them gasped, clinging to him as if she never wanted to let go.

"Ahhh… harder, Ross!" another cried out, her voice trembling with raw need as she arched her body toward him.

"Fuck me hard, Ross! Don't stop!" came yet another plea, her voice desperate and filled with unabashed longing.

Ross's stamina was unmatched, his presence commanding, and his ability to bring them all to new heights of pleasure left the women utterly captivated.

Their bodies intertwined with his, each one surrendering completely to his touch, their love and lust for him laid bare.

But outside the room, Mary lingered in the shadows, her heart pounding in her chest.

She pressed her back against the wall, her breaths uneven as she listened to the sounds spilling out from behind the door.

Her face was flushed, her body trembling as heat coursed through her.

Her hand moved almost involuntarily, sliding down her body and pressing against the dampness between her legs.

She rubbed herself slowly at first, her movements hesitant, as if unsure whether she should even be there.

But as the sounds of pleasure from within the room grew louder, so did her need.

Mary bit her lip to stifle a moan, her virgin body quivering as she imagined herself in their place.

She had always admired Ross from afar, but her shyness held her back.

How could she compete with the women inside, all of whom seemed so confident, so unashamed of their desires?

"I wish I could be that bold," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the muffled sounds of ecstasy from the room.

Her fingers moved faster now, her thoughts consumed by the idea of Ross touching her, holding her, claiming her as his own.

Despite her longing, Mary couldn't bring herself to act.

She was still a virgin, and the idea of openly approaching Ross, dragging him into a room, and baring herself to him felt impossible.

Her sister, Natalie, tried to help her, but Ross seemed intent on playing hard to get.

Despite Mary throwing every signal she could muster, he kept his distance, leaving her frustrated and yearning.

To make matters worse, they had barely seen each other over the past two weeks, deepening her sense of longing.

Mary's desire burned fiercely—she wanted to experience the same ecstasy her sister and the others reveled in.

She wanted Ross to take her, to claim her, and to show her the passion she had only dared to imagine.

The mere thought made her cheeks burn with both embarrassment and anticipation.

"I'll be braver next time," she murmured, her voice trembling with both determination and frustration.

Her fingers paused, her breathing uneven as she stared at the closed door.

"I don't want to just watch anymore. I want to be the one he's holding, the one he's making love to."

The resolve in her heart grew stronger, even as her insecurities whispered doubts.

Mary clenched her fists, her gaze hardening as she made a silent promise to herself.

"One day, Ross. One day soon, I'll make you mine. I'll show you how much I want you. I won't just watch from the sidelines anymore."

With that vow lingering in her mind, Mary turned away from the door.

Her heart raced, not from embarrassment this time, but from anticipation of the moment she would finally take her chance.

That night, Mary dreamed of Ross taking her with an intensity that left her breathless.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The vividness of the dream, the way it felt so real, sent shivers down her spine even as she slept.

When she awoke the next morning, her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she discovered her underwear soaked through.

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