Evil MC's NTR Harem

Everyone gathered around the common area, jotting down the supplies they wanted to buy for the week—snacks, toiletries, comfort items, and maybe a few luxury treats if the budget allowed.

The list slowly filled up as voices called out suggestions, but the mood was far from cheerful.

There was a tension in the air that couldn't be ignored.

It clung to them like humidity before a storm, thick and suffocating.

Conversations were quieter. Smiles were tighter.

Every laugh seemed forced, a thin mask barely covering the anxiety underneath.

Tonight was Nomination Night—and everyone knew it.

Except Ross.

While most of the contestants stole uneasy glances at one another, wondering who would turn on whom, Ross remained perfectly calm.

He leaned back in his chair, relaxed, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.

He scribbled down his requests—confidently, leisurely—as if this was just another day in paradise.

Unlike the others, his mood hadn't shifted one bit.

Not even a flicker of doubt crossed his face.

Because Ross already knew how tonight would end.

And that made him the most dangerous person in the room.

After dinner, a heavy silence blanketed the house.

The dishes had barely been cleared when the atmosphere shifted, thick with unease.

It was 8 o'clock—nomination night had officially begun.

Everyone knew what was coming, and no one felt safe.

Contestants sat stiffly in the living room, each on edge, some nervously tapping their feet, others pretending to be calm while stealing glances at their housemates.

The tension was palpable, like a storm hanging in the air.

Everyone, that is, except Ross.

He lounged back in his seat with a quiet smirk, exuding the kind of confidence that either made you admire him or hate him.

The cuff that had once kept him attached to Tianna was finally gone.

It felt good—liberating, even. Not that he needed it anymore.

He had already claimed Tianna, body and soul.

There was no longer a need for symbols of possession. The cuff had served its purpose.

Now, it was just an obstacle—one that stood between her and the wild, uninhibited nights he intended to give her.

Ross stretched his arms behind his head, completely unfazed by the drama about to unfold.

In fact, he welcomed it.

A minute past eight, the booming voice of the house boss echoed through every speaker in the house, sharp and commanding.

"Get ready, house contestants. Tonight marks your very first nomination night," the voice announced.

"You will each vote for the person you believe is not suited—or does not belong—in my house."

The words hit like a slap. Whispers died. Breaths were held.

"You have three votes to cast," the house boss continued.

"One worth three points, another worth two points, and the last one worth one point. Choose carefully. These votes will determine who faces next week's eviction."

Some contestants looked around, suddenly unsure who their friends were.

Bonds forged over meals and shared chores began to feel fragile.

Every smile now seemed suspicious.

"The three contestants who receive the highest number of points will be nominated for eviction," the house boss declared. "Your names will be called at random."

A pause. Hearts raced.

"Joan, come into the boss room."

Joan froze. Her face went pale as she slowly stood up.

She forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes, then walked stiffly toward the boss room door like a prisoner headed to trial.

No one dared speak. All they could do was watch—and wonder.

Who would be next?

And more importantly… who would still be here at the end of the week?

Ross simply chuckled to himself. This was just the beginning—and he already knew how the game would play out.

One by one, the house contestants took their turn, disappearing into the boss room to cast their votes.

The atmosphere inside the house grew heavier with each passing minute.

The sound of the door opening and closing echoed ominously, a reminder that alliances meant little when survival was on the line.

No one spoke. They only exchanged glances—some nervous, some calculating, and a few filled with quiet resentment.

Inside the boss room, the votes flowed like confessions in a church booth.

"I give 3 points to Big D," one contestant said, trying to sound firm. "I don't like his attitude. He's always arrogant, always trying to be the center of attention. It's exhausting."

Another one followed. "I give 2 points to Jason. He farts a lot—like, a lot. And he does it on purpose when there are people around. It's gross and disrespectful."

A third voice: "I give 1 point to Lily. She hasn't lifted a finger since day one. No dishes, no sweeping, nothing. We're all tired of it."

Others echoed similar sentiments, mixing petty grievances with strategic moves.

Some picked their targets based on personal annoyances.

Others simply saw an opportunity to eliminate competition.

There were even a few who voted for friends, just to keep the heat off themselves.

After nearly an hour, the voting was complete.

The contestants returned to the living room, faces blank, trying to read each other without giving anything away.

Every smile looked fake now. Every friendly glance felt suspicious.

Then, the house boss's voice came on again—loud, slow, and heavy like a judge delivering a verdict.

"The votes have been counted."

A few contestants straightened up. Others visibly flinched.

"The three nominated house contestants are…"

The room went still. You could hear a pin drop.

"Big D, with 45 points."

A collective gasp swept the room. Big D's face remained passive.

His muscles fit not tense at all nor his jaw twitch.

He stared straight and smiled and no one could understand how he seemed to not care one bit about this bad result for him.

"Jason, with 30 points."

Jason's eyes widened. "What the fuck?" he muttered under his breath. He looked around the room, betrayed. "I thought y'all liked me."

"Lily, with 19 points."

Lily let out a small, stunned breath.

Her lips trembled, and her hands gripped the edge of the couch.

"Seriously? Nineteen points?" she whispered. "All because of some dishes?"