Evil MC's NTR Harem

This was then followed by Heaven screaming Ross's name so passionately it silenced the hallway.

What truly amazed everyone, though, wasn't the intensity.

It was the fact that no one saw anything.

Not even a glimpse.

The covers on Ross's bed never moved aside. Nothing peeked out.

Just a giant, oddly still blanket—and all the chaos happening beneath it.

Now, as the group gathered around the kitchen island sipping coffee and nibbling toast, the discussion naturally turned toward Ross's "midnight show."

"I swear, that guy's using a magic blanket," Jason said, shaking his head as he poured cereal into his bowl.

"Like, how the hell do you do that for hours and not even a foot pops out?"

"Forget the blanket," one said, already laughing,

"How's he not dead? Two women. Loud as hell. And didn't it sound like they both finished multiple times?"

"Bro's got infinite stamina," another housemate joked. "I need whatever supplements he's on."

"Maybe he is the supplement," someone added with a wink, sending the group into another wave of laughter.

They kept going, piling on theories:

"He's got a cloning jutsu. There's no way one guy's doing both at once."

"Maybe he's an alien. That would explain a lot."

"Or a sex demon. A handsome one."

"He's not even trying to hide it either. Like, 'Yeah, I bang Heaven and Tianna. What of it?' I'd be cocky too, damn."

Lily sat nearby, pretending to focus on her breakfast, but her heart wasn't in it.

She forced a small smile when others laughed, but inside, she was drowning in a swirl of emotions.

Ross.

That name felt different now.

The man behind the magic blanket… the same man who had kissed her last night like she was the only girl in the world.

The same man who had touched her like he already knew exactly how to unlock her.

And yet, he had stopped.

Refused to go further.

Refused, despite being the very same man everyone here believed to be insatiable and selfish.

That contradiction played over and over in her mind.

She stabbed at a piece of melon on her plate.

Of all people, it had to be him, she thought, cheeks heating again as flashes of the kiss came back.

His hand on her waist. His lips.

The things he said before leaving her breathless in the kitchen.

He was everything she told herself she didn't want—arrogant, promiscuous, unpredictable.

And yet… last night, in that moment, he had shown more restraint and control than most guys she'd dated in the real world.

"Lily, you good?" someone asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Huh? Yeah," she replied quickly, flashing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Just tired. That hangover's no joke."

She excused herself soon after, heading to the bathroom with her coffee in hand. But inside, her mind was running circles around itself.

Everyone was making jokes about Ross like he was a walking meme, a legend, a player beyond reason.

But only she knew that last night, he could've had her.

And didn't.

And that made him even more dangerous than any of them realized.

***

Lunch came and went, followed by a lazy afternoon.

Then dinner passed, and still, Lily managed to avoid him—barely.

She kept herself busy, helping in the kitchen, playing card games with some of the others, and laughing a little louder than usual to mask her nerves.

But deep down, she knew it was only a matter of time.

And then, it happened.

Ross stood up from the table where he'd been playing a popular board game with Heaven and Tianna.

With a casual stretch and a smirk on his face, he turned to the two women beside him.

"Excuse me for a bit, ladies. I just need to talk to someone real quick," he said smoothly.

Heaven raised an eyebrow, amused.

Tianna just smirked knowingly, as if she'd already figured out what was about to happen.

Ross stepped away from the table and started walking—slowly, deliberately—through the living room.

His eyes were locked on one person. And the moment he moved, the rest of the house noticed.

"Uh-oh. Look," someone whispered. "Big D's on the move."

"Who's he going after now?" another girl asked, eyes wide with anticipation.

"Is it me?" someone else said, half-joking and half-hopeful.

The girls in the living room began whispering among themselves, their playful chatter laced with nervous excitement.

Ross's reputation wasn't just legend—it was dangerous.

His charm was as smooth as silk, and his prowess in bed had become mythological in the house.

The fact that he walked with such confidence only made him more alluring.

Every step he took had heads turning. All eyes followed him.

Ross didn't speed up. He didn't speak. He didn't even glance sideways.

He just walked—like a lion approaching its prey.

And then he stopped.

Right in front of Lily.

A loud gasp cut through the room, followed by someone shrieking, "Oh my God! He's gunning for Lily!"

The room went wild.

Mouths dropped. Some girls clutched their imaginary pearls.

Others started whispering even faster, glancing back and forth between Ross and Lily like they were about to witness a royal proposal—or a public execution.

Lily froze.

She'd tried to keep her head down all day, acting normal, pretending last night never happened.

But now, with Ross standing right in front of her, she couldn't pretend anymore.

Her heart slammed against her chest as the heat rushed to her face.

Ross leaned in slightly, his voice low and private despite the attention.

"We need to talk."

His eyes held hers, steady and unreadable. No teasing. No smirk.

Just that same quiet confidence that had left her breathless last night.

Lily opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat.

She could feel every stare in the room, every breath held in anticipation, waiting to see what would happen next.

"There's nothing to talk about. Please… just leave."

Lily's voice was soft but firm.