Evil MC's NTR Harem

"We made a mess," Natalie commented, her tone light despite the unmistakable flush on her cheeks.

The air was heavy with the heady scent of their passion, a reminder of just how intense things had been.

Still, she couldn't help but smile, her body still tingling in the warm afterglow.

Ross chuckled, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair.

"Yeah, we did," he admitted, his voice carrying a mix of pride and amusement. "But don't worry about it—I'll clean up. You've got another class in a few minutes, don't you?"

As he spoke, Ross adjusted his clothes, zipping up his pants with ease.

It took him mere seconds to look put together again, a stark contrast to Natalie, who was still searching for her underwear.

She crouched down to scan the floor, muttering something under her breath when she spotted them halfway under the desk.

Her position gave Ross a perfect view of her curves, and his gaze lingered on her enticing figure.

Her tousled hair, the sheen of sweat on her back, and the way her hips swayed ever so slightly as she reached for her panties—it was all too much.

He felt his body stir again, his arousal returning in full force. But he exhaled slowly, reigning himself in.

As much as he wanted to pull her back into his arms right then and there, he decided to save that energy for tonight.

He was already planning how he'd take her again, making her cry out his name just as she had moments ago.

"Found them," Natalie said triumphantly, slipping her panties back on before smoothing out her skirt.

She glanced at him over her shoulder and noticed his lingering gaze, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips.

"Don't get any ideas, Ross. I've got to walk out of here without looking like I've just been thoroughly wrecked."

Ross grinned. "Too late. You're already walking funny."

She rolled her eyes, though her cheeks flushed even deeper. "You're impossible," she muttered, though there was no hiding the affection in her tone.

As she headed toward the door, her steps were slow and deliberate, the ache between her thighs a reminder of just how thoroughly he'd claimed her.

Being with Ross, with his overwhelming presence and very generous proportions, was no laughing matter. It was exhilarating, addictive even, but the aftermath?

That was something else entirely.

Pausing at the door, she turned back to him with a sweet smile, her voice soft and teasing. "See you later, lover boy."

Ross leaned back in his chair, watching her leave with a satisfied grin.

"Count on it," he murmured under his breath, already counting down the hours until they'd be alone again.

***

"Do you girls ever wonder why none of us are getting pregnant?" Maya asked, running her fingers through her short hair.

Her casual tone couldn't mask the curiosity in her voice. They were gathered around the dinner table, their plates half-empty, while Ross had stepped outside to discuss something with Dennis and Daryl.

His absence gave the girls ample time to dive into their usual gossip.

"I haven't, but honestly?" Jasmine replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she swirled her lemon juice.

"I wouldn't mind getting knocked up by Ross. He's rich, and I wouldn't have to worry about anything. My family's well-off too, and they'd be over the moon about having their first grandkid." She giggled, taking a delicate sip.

"Same here," Sophia chimed in, her voice sultry as she leaned back in her chair. "But I've heard that getting pregnant means less sex, and I'm not okay with that. I want Ross to keep fucking me every night—just the way he does now." She bit her lip, her cheeks tinged pink, clearly lost in her thoughts.

Natalie frowned, crossing her arms. "Can we change the topic? This really isn't appropriate to talk about—especially with my sister here." Her tone was firm, but the faint flush on her face suggested she wasn't entirely unaffected by the conversation.

Maya smirked, leaning forward. "Oh, come on, Natalie. Your sister's 18 now. She's not some naive little girl who thinks all we do at Ross's house is study and have tea parties."

Mary, seated quietly at the end of the table, froze as all eyes briefly turned to her. She wished, in that moment, that the earth would open up and swallow her whole.

Her heart raced, and her thighs clenched involuntarily as memories flooded her mind—memories of the muffled moans and rhythmic creaking of the bed that echoed through Ross's house every night.

Her face burned, and she averted her gaze, desperately trying to focus on anything but the conversation.

Yet, the unwelcome heat pooling between her legs betrayed her. She shifted in her seat, praying no one noticed her discomfort.

"Fine," Natalie huffed, glaring at Maya. "But keep it clean, okay? For Mary's sake."

Maya shrugged with a grin. "Whatever you say, big sister."

Sophia smirked, exchanging a knowing glance with Jasmine. The tension lingered, but the topic slowly shifted as the conversation resumed, leaving Mary to wrestle silently with her flustered thoughts.

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After finishing dinner, the group parted ways and headed home in separate cars. The drive back was quiet—too quiet.

Mary sat in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the dark road ahead, her thoughts swirling. Natalie, on the other hand, hummed along to the upbeat music blasting from the car speakers, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel.

Halfway home, Mary finally broke the silence.

"Natalie." Her voice was soft but carried a weight that made Natalie glance over.

"What's up?" Natalie asked, lowering the volume as she stole a quick glance at her sister.

Mary hesitated for a moment, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. But then, summoning her courage, she blurted out, "What do you think about me... joining you and the girls? As one of Ross's women?"

Natalie blinked, her surprise evident. She hadn't been expecting that. "You're serious?"

Mary nodded, sitting up straighter. "I don't see why not. I mean, I know I'm not unworthy of Ross's affection. I can match Sophia and Jasmine in beauty, and..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing slightly. Your journey continues with empire

"Curtis is nice, but he's boring, Natalie. He doesn't make me feel alive. I envy you and the girls. Ross seems like everything I've ever dreamed of in a man."

Natalie stayed quiet, processing her sister's words.

Mary took a deep breath and continued, her voice tinged with emotion. "I've seen the way he treats you all—how he loves you, cares for you. And I've seen... other things too. Every night, I hear it. I see it." She bit her lip, her cheeks now crimson.

"It's not just about that, though. It's the whole life you share with him. I can't imagine settling for anything less now. A normal relationship just wouldn't feel the same."

Natalie sighed, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. "And Curtis?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.

Mary shook her head, her expression resolute. "He's not what I want. Ross is. I know it sounds crazy, but it's how I feel."

For a moment, Natalie said nothing, the hum of the car engine filling the silence. Finally, she smiled softly. "Okay."

Mary blinked, surprised by how quickly her sister had agreed. "Really?"

"Yeah," Natalie said, her voice warm. "I've been with Ross long enough to know what kind of man he is. He's not perfect, but he's good to us. If being with him is what you want, I don't see any reason to stand in your way. If anything, I think he'd take good care of you, too."

Mary's eyes welled with tears. "Thank you, Natalie. I didn't know how you'd take it, but... it means everything to me that you understand."

Natalie reached over and squeezed her sister's hand briefly before returning her focus to the road. "You're my sister. Of course I support you. Besides," she added with a sly grin, "it'll be fun figuring out how to make it happen."

Mary laughed through her tears, a sense of relief washing over her.

The two spent the rest of the drive brainstorming, Natalie already planning how to bring her sister closer to Ross in the shortest time possible.

Our OP evil MC immediately recognized the situation, a sly chuckle escaping his lips.

It seemed he was about to welcome another addition to his growing harem very, very soon.