Evil MC's NTR Harem

"There she is, my perfect first girlfriend," Ross whistled in appreciation, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and something darker as he watched Sophia emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel.

But instead of the delighted reaction he expected—perhaps a shy smile or a flattered blush—Sophia stood frozen, her expression shifting from confusion to devastation.

Silent tears began to stream down her cheeks, each drop a testament to the weight of her emotions.

Still, Sophia refused to let defeat show on her face. With an angry swipe, she wiped her tears away, her heart pounding in her chest as she accepted her fate with a brave heart.

"Do your worst, you beast!" she spat the words defiantly, her voice steady despite the tumult within her.

Taking a bold step closer to the resting body of Ross, she felt an electrifying mixture of fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins.

"Don't worry, darling Sophia. I will," Ross replied, a predatory grin spreading across his face as his gaze roamed over her. At nineteen, she was a sophomore in university, and her youthful body had already blossomed into something undeniably alluring, though she felt exposed under his scrutiny.

"Come closer," Ross commanded, his voice smooth and commanding, leaving no room for disobedience. With a flutter of hesitation, Sophia sat at the edge of the bed, her heart racing in terror.

The distance between them felt tantalizingly close yet agonizingly far, like a thin line that separated her from the unknown.

Wordlessly, she obeyed, shifting closer, each movement filled with uncertainty. The air between them crackled with tension, and she could feel his gaze burning into her, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't quite comprehend.

Just as she braced herself for whatever might come next, Ross closed the gap in an instant.

In a surge of unexpected passion, he caught her lips with his own, kissing her hungrily.

"Hmmmm…" The sound escaped her as his warmth enveloped her, sending shockwaves of desire racing through her body.

The kiss was overwhelming, stealing her breath and turning her world upside down. She did not want to surrender but her inhibitions were fading as she felt herself being drawn deeper into the spell of his kiss.

Before she realized it, she was lying on her back on the bed, the cool sheets contrasting sharply against her warm skin.

The towel that had once covered her was whisked away, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

A rush of embarrassment flooded her senses, but it was quickly overshadowed by the raw energy in the room.

Ross's gaze traveled over her body, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and desire. Sophia had an hourglass figure, her curves accentuated in the soft light of the room.

Her breasts were full and shapely, with pink nipples peeking at the tips, drawing his attention.

She had meticulously shaved herself, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her femininity, and the sight was both thrilling and terrifying.

The lips of her pussy were closed, hinting at uncharted territory, a promise of secrets waiting to be explored.

As she met Ross's gaze, a shiver ran down her spine, igniting a mix of disgust and anxiety. In that moment, she felt like a fragile flower on the brink of blooming—beautiful yet vulnerable, ready to be either cherished or destroyed.

"Don't look, you animal!" Sophia hissed through clenched teeth, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and fury.

It was the only weapon left to her—the only semblance of control she had over this situation. Ross was stronger than her, and she knew it all too well.

She had seen his capacity for violence, for dominance, and there was no denying that resisting him physically was a futile effort.

Yet, her words, laced with venom, were a last stand—an act of defiance in the face of the inevitable.

Ross's smirk widened, clearly unbothered by her insult. In fact, it seemed to amuse him.

"Heh... You'll be begging for my name before this night is over, dearest Sophia," he promised, his voice dripping with a dark certainty.

His eyes gleamed with predatory intent as he shifted closer, casting a shadow over her as if he were a hunter savoring his prey.

The chilling promise in his words sent a shiver down Sophia's spine, but she fought to keep her composure, even as her body tensed in anticipation of what was to come.

In an instant, Ross moved, his actions swift and calculated. His mouth descended on her, targeting one of her breasts with precision.

Before she could react, his lips closed around one of her pink nipples, sucking greedily with a hunger that felt insatiable. Sophia gasped, her body jerking in response to the sudden assault.

The sensation was overwhelming, like a shockwave of electricity coursing through her nerves, and despite her mind screaming in protest, her body reacted in ways she couldn't control.

Ross sucked harder, his tongue flicking over her sensitive nipple with expert skill, coaxing it to harden beneath the heat of his mouth.

Sophia could feel the rapid changes in her body, the way her skin prickled under his touch, how her nipple betrayed her by stiffening against the wet warmth of his lips.

A mixture of shame and confusion flooded her mind as she realized just how powerless she was against the onslaught of sensations.

But Ross wasn't done. His free hand found its way to her other breast, groping it with possessive force.

He squeezed and fondled it as though it were his to claim, his fingers kneading the soft flesh in a way that was both rough and deliberate. Sophia's mind reeled at the sheer intensity of it all.

Her breasts, so sensitive to his touch, were set ablaze by the dual assault. The sensation of his hand kneading one mound while his mouth ravaged the other sent waves of heat rushing through her, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't stop her body from responding.

The worst part was that Ross knew exactly what he was doing.

He wasn't just acting on base instinct—this was calculated, precise, like a master at work. He had an innate understanding of her body, of women in general, and he exploited every weakness with a casual ease that horrified her.

He alternated between breasts, switching his lips from one to the other, ensuring that neither escaped his attention.

His tongue teased, his lips sucked, and his hand squeezed, driving Sophia's senses to the brink.

Sophia clenched her jaw, desperately trying to stifle any reaction, but it was a losing battle. Her body was betraying her, reacting to the pleasure against her will.

The more she fought it, the stronger the sensations became, until finally, a soft moan slipped past her lips.

"Ahhhh..." The sound escaped her before she could stop it, and her face flushed a deep shade of crimson.

She had never felt more ashamed in her life. Tears of frustration and humiliation welled up in her eyes, but they did nothing to quell the storm of pleasure coursing through her.

She could feel the heat spreading across her skin, the way her nipples hardened even more under his relentless attention, the way her body seemed to melt into his touch.

Ross, of course, noticed everything. He smirked against her skin as he continued his ministrations, clearly reveling in her response.

Her moan, her flushed cheeks, her quickened breaths—they were all signs of his victory, proof that she was succumbing to his control.

For him, this was a game, and he was winning.

"See, darling Sophia? I told you... it's only a matter of time," he whispered against her skin, his voice filled with smug satisfaction.

His breath was warm against her breast, sending another shiver through her. He knew exactly how to manipulate her body, how to push her to the edge without letting her fall over.

And Sophia, for all her defiance, was no match for his expertise.

She tried to push him away, her hands weakly pressing against his shoulders, but it was no use.

Her strength was no match for his, and even if it were, her body was already betraying her.

She could feel the moisture gathering between her legs, an undeniable sign that her body was responding to him, even as her mind fought against it.

"No... stop..." she murmured, her voice shaky and breathless, but even she could hear the lack of conviction in her words.

Her body had already decided what her mind refused to accept, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Ross chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down her body, teasing the smooth skin of her stomach as he moved lower.

"Stop? Oh, we're just getting started, my sweet," he purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

His fingers traced the edge of her towel, still loosely draped over her hips, and with a casual flick of his wrist, it was gone, leaving her completely exposed.

Sophia gasped, her heart racing in her chest as she lay bare before him. The shame and vulnerability crashed over her in waves, and she closed her eyes, trying to block it all out.

But the sensations wouldn't stop, the pleasure wouldn't fade, and despite herself, she knew that Ross had won.

He had broken through her defenses, torn down every wall she had built, and now, there was nothing left but submission.

As his hand moved lower, teasing the delicate skin of her inner thighs, Sophia's breath hitched in her throat.

Her body tensed, her mind screaming for her to resist, but the pleasure was overwhelming, drowning out every rational thought.

She was helpless, trapped in a web of her own desires, and the worst part was that deep down, she knew there was no escaping it.