Evil MC's NTR Harem

Tianna was different now. Stronger. Sharper. Even her senses felt enhanced.

The world smelled richer, looked brighter, sounded clearer.

Her skin glowed faintly, like it had been kissed by sunlight, and her breaths came easy and full, like she had been holding back her entire life without realizing it.

Was this what it meant to be immortal?

Was this the beginning of a new chapter of existence?

A smile spread across her lips as she stirred beneath the sheets.

The light of the noon sun touched her face, and she blinked slowly, the events of the night replaying in her mind like a dream she didn't want to wake from.

Then her gaze landed on Ross, still asleep beside her.

He looked so peaceful, one arm draped across her waist, the other behind his head.

Even in sleep, he radiated power and authority, as if the very air around him bent to his will.

Her heart fluttered as she studied his features, the strong lines of his jaw, the quiet confidence in the way he breathed, the slight smirk that remained even in rest—as though he knew how thoroughly he had changed her.

Tianna's cheeks flushed a soft pink.

She bit her lower lip and turned slightly, burying her face against his shoulder as memories returned in waves—his hands, his lips, the way he whispered her name like it was sacred.

She felt like a woman now. Truly. Completely.

And in that moment, wrapped in warmth and magic and the quiet hum of a new beginning, Tianna believed that nothing could go wrong.

She was his.

And the world would never be the same again.

A minute later, Ross stirred and opened his eyes as well.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he said with a soft smile, his voice warm and teasing.

He stretched lazily before shifting to the side of the bed, reaching down to grab his boxers from the floor.

He slipped them on with practiced ease, then glanced back at Tianna, who was still half-curled beneath the covers, her face half-hidden against the pillow.

"Time to get up," he said as he moved his arm, only for the soft click of the handcuffs to sound. "We need to cook."

Tianna blinked and nodded, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

"Okay…" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She sat up slowly, wincing slightly at the dull ache between her thighs—a vivid reminder of what had happened last night.

As the sheets fell away, she instinctively pulled them back up to cover herself before beginning to search for her clothes scattered nearby.

Her movements were slow, almost hesitant, and when she finally stood, she caught sight of the dark red mark on the sheets.

Her heart skipped a beat.

It was there, undeniable and raw. The evidence of what she had given up.

Ross followed her gaze and, noticing the way she tensed, said gently, "Don't worry about that. I'll clean it up after we get something to eat."

Tianna nodded, but her face turned even redder.

She felt exposed in more ways than one—not just physically, but emotionally and mentally.

The memory of the night came flooding back in fragments: the intensity of Ross's gaze, the way her body responded to him, the overwhelming sensations that made her cry out again and again.

And then came the crushing realization.

She had lost her virginity in front of cameras. On live television.

She just hoped the blanket had covered everything.

Millions of people had seen it, heard her moans, her gasps, her cries of pleasure.

There was no taking it back. No undoing what had happened.

She had entered the House of Fortune thinking about her mom.

She never imagined this was how things would turn out.

A strange mix of emotions swirled inside her—embarrassment, vulnerability, confusion, but also… a strange sense of peace.

Her body felt lighter somehow, as if she'd released something she hadn't even known she was carrying.

And despite the shame creeping up on her, there was also a flicker of joy.

She had shared something intimate, something meaningful, even if the world had been watching.

Tianna glanced at Ross. He was patiently waiting for her, humming quietly, as if this was all normal.

Maybe for him, it was. But for her… this was life-changing.

She took a deep breath and whispered to herself, I guess… it's okay.

They cooked together in the kitchen, the air filled with the delicious aroma of breakfast.

Once everything was ready, they called Heaven to join them at the table.

Of course, it didn't take long before Tianna found herself the target of playful teasing—just as Heaven had been after her first night with Ross.

"So… how was it?" one of the girls asked with a mischievous grin.

"Did it really hurt that much?" another chimed in, leaning closer with curious eyes.

"Is Big D really as good as you made it sound last night?" someone else added, drawing laughter from the table.

The other girls were relentless, and Tianna could only blush deeper by the second.

Their questions came in a stream, not giving her any room to dodge or deflect.

They were eager for all the juicy details—and they never took silence as an answer.

But this time, things were a little different.

Ross was right there, sitting at the table with them, calmly sipping his drink.

He and Tianna were still connected by the cuffs.

"Hey girls, I'm right here, you know," he said with a raised brow, smirking. "If you're that curious, I can give you all a good time too."

The table burst into laughter and lighthearted chaos.

Some of the girls rolled their eyes, others giggled like schoolgirls, and a few actually looked tempted—though whether seriously or jokingly, no one could quite tell.

"Oh, please. You'd be the one begging for mercy," one teased, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Careful what you offer," another winked. "You might just get taken up on it."

Ross just laughed, his confidence unshaken, and Tianna watched the exchange with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

This strange house, with its flirtatious energy and unfiltered openness, had become her new reality—and somehow, she was starting to get used to it.