Evil MC's NTR Harem

Tianna's legs were still weak, her knees wobbly, but his strength steadied her.

For a moment, their bodies were close—too close. And she looked into his eyes, expecting heat, lust, dominance.

But there was none.

There was only cool control.

Ross turned away and began to shower, casually, as though nothing significant had happened at all.

He poured soap into his palm and lathered it across his powerful body, the muscles of his back shifting as he moved.

He reached for the shampoo, massaging it into his thick, dark hair, the suds clinging to him before sliding down his torso.

And Tianna just stood there—silent, unmoving, cold.

She felt like a ghost now, watching him, trying to process what she had become in that moment.

The heat between her legs still lingered, her nipples still ached beneath her soaked bra, and yet inside… she was falling apart.

Disappointment welled in her chest, tight and confusing.

She didn't even know what she had expected. That Ross would push her down?

Take her fully, claim her in a rough, unstoppable way?

That she would finally know what it was like to be ravished completely by someone so powerful?

Maybe.

Or maybe she had simply wanted more than a climax. Maybe she had wanted connection.

Meaning. Emotion.

But Ross had given her none of that. He had given her release—yes.

Overwhelming, unforgettable release. But not affection. Not warmth. Not even possession.

He had used her. And she had let him.

The realization made her heart sink.

And that was when it hit her—Hugh.

Her boyfriend. The man who was waiting just outside the washroom.

The man who had trusted her enough to let her come in here alone, who had never once pressured her for more, who had been gentle, kind, patient.

Memories of Hugh flashed through her mind—his soft smiles, his warm hugs, the way he looked at her like she was everything he'd ever wanted.

Guilt struck her like a blade to the chest.

What have I done?

She stared at her reflection in the foggy mirror, barely recognizing the girl staring back.

Her face was flushed, her lips swollen, her hair clinging wet to her cheeks.

Her bra clung to her chest, soaked and transparent, still streaked faintly with Ross's cum.

Her thighs were still slick with her own arousal.

She looked… ruined. Marked.

She looked like a girl who'd cheated.

Her stomach twisted, nausea rising in her throat.

It didn't matter that she hadn't been penetrated.

It didn't matter that she'd "saved her virginity."

The truth was, she had given herself to another man.

Worse still—she had enjoyed it.

That was the part that made her want to cry. Not the act itself.

But how willingly she had done it.

How she hadn't even thought of Hugh until it was all over.

How Ross hadn't forced her, hadn't manipulated her—he didn't have to.

She had offered herself.

Now, all that remained was the shame.

And the knowledge that the girl who had walked into this bathroom… wasn't the same girl walking out.

An hour later, the bathroom door finally opened.

Ross stepped out first, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, water still glistening on his chest.

Tianna followed close behind, also draped in a towel, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders.

Neither of them spoke.

Nothing more had happened between them—not after that moment.

No words. No touches. Just silence.

But the silence only made everything feel heavier.

To their surprise, several of the other house contestants were still awake, gathered in the living area.

The lights were dimmed, music played softly in the background, and casual conversation buzzed through the room.

"D!" a familiar voice called out.

Heaven.

She strode across the space confidently and threw her arms around Ross without hesitation, pulling him into a full, open-mouthed kiss.

It lasted a full minute—slow, sensual, intimate—before she finally broke it with a satisfied smile.

Ross didn't resist. He never did.

"No cuffs?" he asked casually, his tone unreadable.

"I figured you'd win it all for us," Heaven replied with a wink.

"So I chose to be eliminated. Saves me the hassle of getting tied up." Her grin was playful, her body language relaxed, like she had no doubts about the outcome—and no jealousy about who Ross had been alone with.

While Ross and Heaven made small talk, Tianna's attention drifted.

She turned, searching the room until her eyes found him—Hugh.

He was standing near the back, arms crossed, eyes fixed on her. There was no smile.

No welcome. Just quiet intensity and a single unspoken question behind his stare.

What happened in there?

Tianna froze under the weight of his gaze. Her stomach twisted.

Her fingers gripped her towel tighter. She could barely breathe, much less speak.

She looked away, guilt washing over her in waves.

And then she heard it.

"Fuck."

The word cut through the air—sharp, pained, raw.

Hugh turned and walked away, disappearing down the hallway without another word.

There was a brief silence.

"What's with Hugh tonight?" one of the contestants muttered, confused.

"He's usually so calm. That felt… out of character."

But Tianna didn't say a word.

She stood there, dripping, heart pounding, trying not to cry.

The shame in her chest was a thousand pounds heavy, and though no one else in the room knew what had happened, Hugh's reaction told her everything she feared.

He knew. Maybe not the details. But he knew.

And she had no excuse.

***

Another hour passed, and Tianna now lay in bed—next to Ross.

The lights were dim, the air cool, and the distant hum of cameras served as a quiet reminder of the world beyond the walls.

This was, after all, an adult reality game show.

Everyone here had signed up knowing they'd be placed in emotionally charged and often compromising situations.

Lewd encounters, suggestive pairings, blurred boundaries—these were the lifeblood of the show.

It was what kept the viewers hooked. What made the ratings climb.

And yet, to her surprise, Ross hadn't made another move.

Still, she hadn't fully expected that someone else would deliver such a huge surprise that night.