Evil MC's NTR Harem

A third housemate leaned in, shaking his head with a knowing smirk.

"You don't get it. Big D doesn't need to be rich. People love him because he's the damn show. Every time he's on camera, something happens. He's got drama, confidence, women, power—he's the whole damn package."

"Facts," a girl added with a dreamy tone. "You see the way he handles himself? Like nothing fazes him. And the women? Don't even get me started. Joan looked like she was floating yesterday."

"More like limping," someone chuckled darkly, and a few people snickered.

"I mean, he's got Heaven, Lily, Tianna, and now Joan wrapped around his finger," another said.

"And somehow, none of them are fighting each other. If anything, they get along even better now."

"It's like he's hypnotizing them," one of the guys said in a half-serious tone.

"I don't know what it is, but I swear, I've never seen anything like it. Every week, his influence grows. He walks into a room and all the air changes."

"Dude's building a damn cult inside the house."

"I'm starting to think production is banking on him making it all the way to the finals," someone else chimed in.

"He's their golden goose. The audience loves him. Twitter was going insane during his segment last night."

"Yeah, and those trending tags? #BigDBlessed #HouseGod #DandHisQueens? That's power."

In the corner of the room, one of the quieter contestants listened without joining the conversation.

His jaw clenched, his fist tightening as he stared out the window.

No one noticed the jealousy burning behind his eyes—but it was there.

Meanwhile, just outside in the garden lounge, Ross reclined on a daybed with a drink in hand.

Heaven was curled up beside him, Tianna feeding him fruit with a giggle, and Joan massaging his shoulder while Lily sat across from them with a smirk.

He heard the whispers. He always did. And though he didn't say much, a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

Let them talk.

He wasn't just surviving in the House of Fortune.

He was conquering it.

***

The night ended in a grand celebration, but what followed behind closed doors was something far more memorable—something that would be whispered about with awe for days to come.

Ross, the undisputed heartthrob of the House of Fortune, retired to his lavish suite with four stunning women by his side: Heaven, Tianna, Lily, and Joan.

Each one was a beauty in her own right, and each one had been anticipating this moment with breathless excitement.

Ross was like a man possessed, driven by a fiery passion that never seemed to run dry.

He held nothing back, giving his all to each of them, his touch igniting sparks that quickly turned into a blazing inferno of pleasure.

One by one, he took them—and then all at once—moving with practiced ease, stamina that defied reason, and a hunger that left no doubt about his dominance.

"Ahhhhh…"

"Ohhhhh…"

"Ughhhhh…"

Their moans filled the room, harmonizing into a symphony of ecstasy.

Each voice was distinct—Heaven's breathy and high-pitched, Tianna's low and sultry, Lily's melodic and sweet, and Joan's raw and throaty.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and satisfaction.

Sheets were tossed aside but the blanket always covered all of their skin, bodies tangled together, and time lost all meaning.

Hours passed, yet Ross never slowed.

He moved between them like a god of desire, kissing, touching, thrusting—never missing a beat.

They clung to him, nails raking his back, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, begging him for more even when their bodies trembled from orgasm after orgasm.

Everyone in the house could hear the moans, gasps, and rhythmic creaking coming from Ross's room.

Some were amused, others envious, but all were impressed.

It wasn't just lust; it was stamina, control, and an undeniable charisma that turned Ross into a living legend that night.

By the time dawn began to peek through the curtains, the room was a mess of tangled limbs and exhausted bodies.

The women lay sprawled across the massive beds, their faces glowing, their expressions dazed with bliss.

Ross, still full of energy, leaned back with a confident smirk.

That night had not only satisfied his lovers—it had sealed his reputation.

In the House of Fortune, Ross wasn't just a man anymore. He was a myth in the making.

A true harem master whose name would be etched into the hearts—and moans—of women for years to come.

***

Morning sunlight poured through the wide windows of the House of Fortune, casting a warm golden glow across the floors.

One by one, the residents stirred from their beds, yawning and stretching as the remnants of last night's celebrations faded into memories.

The sound of running water, soft chatter, and clinking dishes filled the air.

After quick baths and a satisfying breakfast, the house was buzzing with conversation.

At the center of it all was the hot topic everyone couldn't stop talking about: Ross and his women.

"Man, last night was wild," one of the guys said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Big D is a beast. I swear, I could hear every moan coming from that room like a damn live concert."

"I know, right?" another chimed in, grinning. "What surprised me is how different each of them sounded. Heaven was all breathy, Tianna was low and sultry, Lily sounded like a damn songbird, and Joan—damn, that girl was loud."

The group erupted into laughter, clearly entertained.

"It's kind of crazy, though," one of them added. "D had four women last night and made each of them scream like it was the best night of their life. No wonder the girls are practically throwing themselves at him now."

"Yeah, but now that he's basically locked up the top-tier women, the rest of us gotta fight over what's left," another said, rolling his eyes. "And that brings me to you, Corey."

Corey, who had been quiet up until now, glanced up.

"What about me?"