Evil MC's NTR Harem

It was Saturday, and despite having the weekend free, Ross didn't bother calling up any of his girls. For once, he decided he'd enjoy a day to himself, proving that a real man didn't always need company to feel satisfied.

Isolation wasn't just fine; it was sometimes exactly what he needed. But, of course, Ross couldn't resist indulging in one of his favorite pastimes—gaming.

He fired up his PC and dove into his favorite titles, The Witcher 3 and Dota 2, games he had played long ago but never grew tired of.

Two days flew by in a blur, and Monday arrived, dragging Ross back to the usual grind of college life. As a freshman, skipping classes wasn't exactly an option, especially after his "eventful" weekend.

So, after getting ready, he teleported his car back to his house—an ability he was careful to keep secret—then drove it to campus as if everything were normal.

He pulled into his usual spot, but as he parked, he noticed two familiar figures waiting nearby. Sophia and Jasmine were standing there, their expressions lighting up the moment they spotted him.

"Ross!"

"You're okay!"

Before he knew it, they'd rushed over and thrown their arms around him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. Ross couldn't help but smile as he hugged them back, a surge of pride and warmth filling him.

For a brief moment, he felt like royalty, like a king returning to his queen and princess. Nothing felt better than this—having two beautiful women waiting for him, genuinely worried about his safety.

They pulled back just enough to look up at him, their eyes full of relief. Apparently, the two had heard some wildly exaggerated rumors about him being "nabbed by a gang of big hairy men" over the weekend, and the news had spread like wildfire. They must have been worried sick.

"I already told you I was fine," Ross said, chuckling as he gave each of them a gentle kiss on the top of their heads. "Do you think I'd lie to you?"

Sophia and Jasmine shared a sheepish glance, still looking a little embarrassed but clearly relieved. They'd both called him multiple times in a panic on Friday, and he'd assured them he was safe, but their anxiety hadn't fully settled until they saw him in person.

"We know you said you were okay," Sophia began, her voice softer now, "but we couldn't help worrying. The rumors sounded... intense."

"Yeah," Jasmine chimed in, folding her arms with a faint smile. "People were saying all sorts of crazy stuff. We just had to see for ourselves."

Ross grinned, pulling them both close again, this time just for the sake of enjoying their presence. "Well, as you can see, I'm alive and well. And I wouldn't let anyone keep me from seeing you two."

He winked, and both girls laughed, finally letting go of the last bit of worry that had lingered.

To explain how Ross had become so close to Sophia and Jasmine in such a short time, it all came down to the genuine connection he shared with each of them.

And of course, there was no easier way to win a woman's heart than through intimacy and hard fucking. A shared connection, both physical and emotional, often laid the foundation for deeper feelings.

In many cases, even relationships that had lasted five or ten years could quickly unravel if someone new came along, someone who could satisfy a woman's desires on all levels.

Intimacy had a way of igniting passion, revealing vulnerabilities, and fostering trust. It was a powerful force that could draw two people together, transcending the usual barriers of time and commitment.

When a man knew how to please a woman, how to make her feel cherished and desired, he could easily capture her heart.

Those who overlooked this truth often found themselves blindsided when their partners strayed.

A lack of attention or effort in the relationship could lead a woman to seek fulfillment elsewhere, even if it meant risking everything she had built with someone else.

In this world, where passion and pleasure often took precedence, the emotional bonds that were supposed to hold relationships together could fray and snap when faced with the allure of something more exciting, more satisfying.

In the end, it was a delicate balance; a true connection required both emotional and physical satisfaction, and those who mastered this art held a unique power in their hands.

For our op mc, who had mastered the Dao foundations of reality itself, such a task was, to be completely frank, child's play.

Ross strolled down the hallway with Sophia and Jasmine by his side, each step turning heads as they moved toward their classroom.

He felt like royalty, the two beautiful women at his side adding to his undeniable aura of confidence.

Yet, he noticed how Sophia and Jasmine still cast anxious glances around, their faces subtly tense. They feared that a scandalous video of them at the club last weekend would expose how bad they'd been at that time.

Both girls had been bracing for the worst, worried they'd see shocked or mocking looks from classmates who had watched them in a vulnerable moment. But nothing of that sort came to be.

As they reached their classroom door, Sophia glanced at him and murmured, "Thank you for… taking care of that problem. I don't know what we'd do if…"

Ross gave her a reassuring smile, cutting her fears off. "No one's going to mess with my girls. Trust me. Any video of us and those people who'd seen us last week is gone. They'll keep their silence forever. Trust me," he replied, with an easy confidence that made them both relax.

Leaving them with a nod and a wink, he turned and headed to his own classroom. Inside, the moment he stepped through the door, a small crowd of familiar faces quickly gathered around him, as if on cue.

"Ross! Man, you're killing it!" exclaimed Dennis, a healthy guy with an infectious laugh, known to all as "Fatty Dennis."

He leaned in, grinning from ear to ear. "I saw you earlier with Jasmine Sinclair and Sophia Ashcroft! You gotta spill the beans—did you… you know… with them already?"

Daryl, a thin guy with a quick smile, chimed in eagerly. "Don't hold out on us, Ross. You're a legend around here now. We're all dying to know!"

Not only did Dennis and Daryl want to know, but everyone else in the classroom leaned in closer as well, resembling cheap spies eager to catch every detail of the hottest unfolding drama in the campus.

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