Evil MC's NTR Harem

Lily's heart pounded in her chest, but she forced herself to look away, pretending to focus on something—anything—other than the man standing in front of her.

She had made up her mind. She didn't want this kind of attention. Not here. Not like this.

The spotlight, the whispers, the judgment—it wasn't her scene.

Ross raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable at first.

Then he let out a quiet chuckle, one without warmth.

"Oh?" he said, voice low and laced with amusement. "That's what you say after that kiss?"

His tone shifted, colder now.

"Fine then," he said, shrugging casually. "This was your first—and your last—chance."

He turned slightly, already walking away as he added, "Since you're clearly not interested, I can live with that. Just know this, Lily: you won't get another shot at me. Not even if you kneel and beg in front of everyone afterward."

Gasps echoed around the room. A few girls covered their mouths.

Others exchanged wide-eyed looks, whispering furiously behind their hands.

Lily flinched—but she didn't move.

Ross took three more steps, and then—

"Wait."

The word escaped her before she could stop it.

Ross paused mid-step and slowly turned around to face her again.

His gaze met hers, and for a moment, the room held its breath.

"I'll agree…" Lily said, her voice steadier this time, "if you break up with Heaven and Tianna."

Silence fell.

Everyone turned to stare.

Even Ross looked surprised for a heartbeat, his brows lifting slightly.

Lily swallowed hard.

The words had come from somewhere deep—impulsive, emotional, maybe even foolish.

But her heart had spoken, louder than reason.

Deep down, she knew men like Ross didn't come around often—bold, magnetic, unafraid to take what they wanted.

Dangerous, yes. But real.

And something told her she'd regret letting him slip through her fingers forever.

Ross shook his head slowly, and the faintest smile curved his lips.

"You?" he said. "You'll die if you get soloed by me on a nightly basis, Lily."

There was a murmur of laughter from some of the onlookers, but Ross didn't seem like he was joking—at least not completely.

"Forget it," he said. "As they say, there's plenty of dishes in the sea. That goes for both you… and me."

Then, without another word, Ross turned around and walked away—his back straight, his pace unbothered.

Lily stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat, her hands clenched at her sides.

She didn't know what stung more—his rejection, or the fact that he hadn't even hesitated.

"D… I…"

Lily stood up abruptly, her mouth dry, her heart pounding.

She didn't even know what she was going to say. Maybe an apology.

Maybe a desperate plea.

All she knew was that she wanted to stop Ross from walking away—for good.

But just as she took her first step toward him, the booming voice of the House Boss rang through the speakers, cutting through the tension like a blade.

"House contestants," the voice said with its usual calm but commanding tone. "Your new weekly task begins now."

Everyone froze, turning their attention to the announcement.

"This week, you will be tasked with completing a puzzle… but not just any puzzle. It is a one-million-piece masterpiece that must be assembled together as a team. All pieces will be located in the storage room. You are free to organize yourselves however you see fit."

A collective groan echoed across the living room.

"One million pieces? Are you kidding?" someone muttered.

"That's insane…" another said, already rubbing their temples.

But the House Boss wasn't finished.

"…Additionally," the voice continued, "I must inform you that some puzzle pieces will be missing, and it will be up to you to find them. They may be hidden anywhere in the house."

The stress level instantly doubled. A few people already looked ready to collapse.

"And lastly," the House Boss added, "there will be a house guest arriving later tonight. I trust everyone will be on their best behavior. Let me remind you—violence will not be tolerated in my house. Any contestant who violates this rule will be immediately removed from the competition."

The announcement ended with a click.

"Good night, house contestants."

Silence followed.

For a long beat, no one moved.

The absurdity of a million-piece puzzle was enough to knock the wind out of them—but the last part? The house guest?

The warning about violence?

That was what truly unsettled everyone.

"What kind of guest needs that kind of warning?" Someone said, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't tell me they're bringing in a psycho," another muttered.

"Or maybe it's someone famous?" one of the girls offered hopefully, but even she didn't sound convinced.

Lily had all but forgotten about Ross by now.

Her heart was still racing—but not from rejection anymore. Now, it was dread.

Tension hung thick in the air, and no one dared joke about the situation any further.

They didn't know who was coming…

But an hour later, they would find out exactly why the House Boss gave that warning.

And it would change everything.

The front entrance of the house slid open with a soft mechanical hiss—a sound that silenced every ongoing conversation in an instant.

A single figure stepped inside.

The lighting from the hallway behind him cast a subtle glow over his shoulders, framing him like a scene from a movie.

Tall, lean, and immaculately dressed in a fitted black shirt and dark jeans, the man looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine.

His hair was effortlessly styled, his sharp jawline framed a faint five o'clock shadow, and his eyes scanned the room with quiet confidence—as if he already knew he was the center of attention.

Gasps and murmurs filled the living room like wildfire.

"Whoa…" someone whispered, clutching her chest. "He's so handsome!"

"Is he an actor? He has to be," another girl said, her voice breathless. "No way someone that hot is just a regular guy."

"I swear I've seen him somewhere before…" a guy muttered, narrowing his eyes.

The man walked with deliberate calm, neither shy nor boastful—just impossibly composed, like he was already familiar with being watched, admired, maybe even feared.

The room practically tilted toward him as he moved further in.

But among the flurry of excited whispers and curious stares, one person didn't move.