Evil MC's NTR Harem

The house boss's voice rang again, cold and final.

"Next weekend—Sunday—one of you three will say goodbye to my house."

Silence returned, heavier than before.

It wasn't just disappointment or shock that filled the room now—it was fear.

Everyone had just seen how fast the tide could turn.

To Big D, Jason, and Lily, it felt like a death sentence.

The nomination list was more than just a warning—it was a mark.

For the next seven days, they would live under a cloud of uncertainty, knowing their fate rested in the hands of the public… or worse, in the unseen decisions of the house itself.

Ross, meanwhile, simply leaned back and watched it all unfold with mild amusement.

He hadn't received a single love from anyone aside from Heaven and Tianna.

But it didn't matter.

As always, he was untouchable—and he knew it.

A few minutes later, the atmosphere in the house shifted as the door opened and a pair of special guests walked in.

They were the hosts of the show—a man and a woman, both famous showbiz personalities whose faces were instantly recognizable.

He was dressed in a sharp blazer with a charming smile that had graced countless magazine covers, while she wore a sleek, figure-hugging dress, her confidence radiating through the room like a spotlight.

Together, they brought an air of excitement and gravity, as if their presence signaled something important was about to happen.

All the housemates paused what they were doing, turning their attention to the hosts.

The nominated contestants already knew what was coming.

The male host stepped forward and spoke with a practiced warmth.

"Hello, housemates. As you know, tonight is a crucial night. For three of you, this week could be your last in the house. But before the public decides your fate, we're giving each of you one chance to speak directly to the fans outside. This is your moment to tell them why you deserve to stay."

Jason was the first to step up.

He looked nervous but determined, his hands fidgeting slightly at his sides.

He took a deep breath before speaking into the camera.

"I can be better, I promise," he said, his voice cracking slightly with emotion.

"I know I've made mistakes in the past few days, and I haven't always been at my best. But I came here to chase a dream—not just for me, but for my family. I want to give them a better life. If you give me another chance, I'll work harder, be more responsible, and show you who I really am. Please vote for me. I'm not ready to leave yet."

There was a moment of silence, followed by a few nods of encouragement from his fellow housemates.

Then Lily stepped forward, her expression uncertain.

Unlike Jason, she didn't come from hardship—at least not the kind that people usually sympathized with.

Her voice trembled slightly as she began.

"As you all know, I come from a wealthy family," she said softly. "I've always had maids, helpers, everything I needed. That's why living here has been so different, so humbling. I didn't realize how hard it is to live without help—to clean, to cook, to share space and work together. I know I messed up. I know I wasn't pulling my weight. But I've learned a lot… and I'm still learning. Please give me a chance to grow, to prove that I can be more than just the spoiled girl people think I am."

Her voice began to crack as her eyes welled with tears.

The room was quiet for a moment.

Even some of the housemates who had been annoyed by Lily's earlier behavior looked at her with new understanding.

When it was finally Ross's turn to address the audience—the fans and voters watching from beyond the walls of the house—everyone turned their attention toward him with curiosity.

After all, he had been unpredictable since the very beginning, and no one could guess what he would say.

He stepped up casually to the spotlight, hands in his pockets, eyes cool and unbothered.

He looked straight into the camera. And then… nothing.

Ross didn't speak a single word.

Instead, he simply smiled.

Not a nervous grin or a forced expression like the others had worn earlier.

It was confident, even cocky—a slow, wide, genuine smile that said everything he wanted to say without needing words.

The female host blinked, caught off guard.

She adjusted the mic in her hand and leaned in slightly, breaking the silence.

"Wait… is that it?" she asked, trying to maintain her professionalism while clearly confused.

"Don't you want to say something? Urge your friends, your family, your fans out there to vote for you?"

Ross turned his head to glance at her, then looked back at the camera.

"There's no need," he said simply. "I know they've got my back."

His confidence was maddeningly unshakable.

The hosts exchanged a quick glance.

The male host gave a short chuckle, clearly amused, while the female host shook her head with a smile.

"Well… okay then. Good luck to you, Big D," she said, closing the segment with a practiced TV charm.

The camera cut to black and the live broadcast came to an end.

The moment the hosts stepped out and the heavy studio lights were turned off, a thick silence settled over the house.

Some of the contestants still looked tense, staring off into the distance.

A few went to sit down quietly, lost in their own thoughts, replaying their speeches in their heads and worrying about what the public thought of them.

The air was heavy with uncertainty—no one wanted to be the next to go.

But not Ross.

He sprawled onto the couch, arms behind his head, as relaxed as if he were lounging in a beach resort instead of facing possible eviction.

That casual smile hadn't left his face.

Then, suddenly, someone shouted.

"Fuck this!"

"We are not horses! We are humans!"

"Let's party!"

Heads turned. The quiet tension cracked.

"Yeah! Bring out the drinks!"

"Play the music!"