Evil MC's NTR Harem

As our op mc's fingers trailed down her back, a warmth spread through her, each touch a reminder of the shared intimacy between them. Dressed in a short, white mini skirt, Sophia's outfit only heightened the intensity of the moment, allowing Ross easy access to her bare thighs.

Jasmine watched, unable to hide her surprise at her friend's obvious comfort in Ross's embrace. She'd never seen Sophia so open, so vulnerable. It was as though Sophia was letting Ross in, giving him parts of herself that Jasmine hadn't even known existed.

As Ross's hands continued to wander, his fingers lightly traced the soft skin of her inner thigh, teasingly close to her warmth. Sophia's breathing grew heavier, her cheeks flushed with a blush that was impossible to ignore. With a barely perceptible shiver, she felt his fingertips trail even closer, her heartbeat loud in her ears as his touch lingered just beneath the hem of her skirt.

For Ross, it was as though time had stopped, his focus entirely on Sophia and the subtle reactions of her body to his touch. Each little movement, each quiet breath, made him want to pull her closer, to claim the affection she so willingly offered. His fingertips brushed her skin, sparking a fire that was both thrilling and impossible to ignore, and Sophia felt herself surrendering to the heat of the moment, their connection a secret known only to the two of them in that busy, oblivious world around them.

Our mc's fingers grew bolder, slipping lower until his hand cupped Sophia's curves. The touch was confident, lingering, and a thrill ran down her spine as he didn't stop there. His fingers continued their journey, tracing along the thin, silky fabric of her underwear, brushing against the soft folds hidden beneath. In the rush of the moment, Sophia felt herself drawn deeper into his embrace, her body responding despite the crowd around them.

But just as quickly, a sense of panic flared within her. Reality dawned sharply, and her eyes widened.

"No, not here," she whispered in a barely audible voice, her words edged with urgency. A quick glance around confirmed her worst fear: dozens of eyes were watching, captivated by the unexpected scene unfolding before them.

They looked on, some with amusement, others with judgment, and she knew that whispers would spread across campus before she even made it home. She'd been the center of attention before, but this was different—the attention felt scandalous, charged, and uncomfortably intimate.

Feeling her cheeks burn, Sophia let out a quiet sigh and quickly adjusted her mini skirt, pressing closer to Ross in an attempt to shield herself from prying eyes. Trying to regain a sense of control, she slipped her arm around his, grounding herself. She couldn't ignore the thrill his touch had brought her, but for now, she had to play things carefully.

Clearing her throat, Sophia looked over at Jasmine, who seemed to be caught between shock and curiosity. Deciding to defuse the situation, Sophia introduced them with a steady voice. "Jasmine, this is my boyfriend, Ross," she said, trying to sound casual. She turned to Ross, offering a gentle smile. "Ross, this is my best friend, Jasmine."

Ross glanced at Jasmine, giving her a polite nod as his gaze lingered just a moment longer than expected. Something about her caught his attention—the way she looked at him with a hint of skepticism mixed with curiosity, as if she were trying to unravel him from the start.

Jasmine was striking in her own way, with a presence that demanded attention without her even trying. Her eyes held an intelligence, a guardedness that intrigued him.

As their eyes met, Ross felt an unexpected spark, a quiet fascination he hadn't anticipated. There was a hint of mystery to Jasmine, something that made him want to know more. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if she was someone who might come to play a larger role in his life—a role as important as Sophia's.

Ross knew exactly who Jasmine was. She and Sophia were often regarded as a pair of goddesses on campus, captivating everyone with their beauty. While Sophia's allure was undeniable, with her striking black hair cascading like silk, Jasmine possessed a different charm—a radiant blonde beauty that lit up any room she entered. The difference in their appearances came down to personal preference; both were stunning in their own right.

As he stood there, Ross felt a surge of realization wash over him. In that moment, he decided that he had found his second wife in this world. Our op mc could not help but get hard right then and there.

He knew that he would love to chase Jasmine just like how he did her best friend Sophia. Ross grew harder the moment he realized how lovely and exciting this little game of his was.

Sophia watched the exchange, her blush lingering as she noticed the intensity in Ross's gaze, though she couldn't quite place what it meant. Meanwhile, Jasmine arched an eyebrow, giving Ross a subtle but discerning look as she offered her hand politely.

"So, you're the one I've been hearing so much about," Jasmine said, her voice both friendly and slightly teasing. There was an undertone to her words that made Ross smile, sensing her skepticism but also a hint of playfulness.

"Yes, that would be me," Ross replied, his tone light and casual, masking the intensity of his thoughts. Beneath his playful demeanor, he activated his divine sense, an extraordinary ability that allowed him to perceive everything about Jasmine—her hidden desires, her dreams, and even her insecurities. He could sense her warmth, her hopes, and the gentle strength she exuded. To his surprise, he found that he knew more about her than she might ever know about herself.

What struck him most was the realization that she was a virgin, a fact that stirred a thrill within him. It was the kind of innocence he found utterly alluring, and the knowledge that she currently had a boyfriend added an intriguing layer to the situation. The boyfriend was an obstacle, yes, but also a challenge—a complication that made the game all the more enticing.

A mischievous grin spread across Ross's face as he processed this new information. Oh, this is absolutely going to be fun, he thought to himself, excitement bubbling up within him like a wellspring of possibilities. The notion of pursuing Jasmine right in front of her boyfriend filled him with a rush of adrenaline. He could already picture the scenes unfolding: the tension in the air, the stolen glances, the subtle touches that would spark jealousy and intrigue.

His mind raced with strategies. How would he navigate this delicate dance between attraction and rivalry? He envisioned scenarios where he would subtly charm Jasmine, drawing her attention away from her boyfriend, creating a bond that felt intimate and exclusive. He could almost see the flicker of interest in her eyes, the way she would respond to his confident advances.

Ross knew he had to be careful. It was essential to tread lightly, ensuring that he didn't outrightly provoke her boyfriend while simultaneously igniting Jasmine's curiosity. There was a thrill in the challenge, a delicious sense of danger that excited him. He imagined himself making her laugh, finding common ground, and sharing moments that would leave a lasting impression—moments that would make her question her current relationship.

With a plan forming in his mind, Ross felt a surge of confidence, ready to embark on this thrilling new chapter of his life. He could hardly contain his anticipation as he glanced at Jasmine, her laughter ringing like music in his ears.

In just a matter of moments, Ross had compiled some of his most devious, foolproof plans. He felt a rush of excitement at the possibilities that lay ahead, realizing that the best time to set his scheme in motion was right now. The air was charged with potential, and he was ready to seize the moment.