Evil MC's NTR Harem

"What I care about is how this man satisfied FIVE women every single night and still had energy to win challenges in the morning."

Thousands of others agreed.

Fitness gurus wanted interviews. Dating coaches dissected his every move.

Spiritualists claimed he must be the reincarnation of a tantric god.

Men across the world whispered his name with a mix of awe and jealousy, while women debated whether he was toxic, legendary, or both.

Yet Ross remained cool and unbothered through it all.

In his post-victory interview, the host asked, "Big D…what's your secret?"

He simply smirked and said, "I don't chase women. I just let them catch up."

The studio lost its mind.

From that moment on, the phrase "Let them catch up" became an anthem.

It was printed on shirts, turned into memes, even tattooed by obsessed fans.

Big D became a cultural icon, with endorsements, interviews, and documentaries lined up.

He didn't chase fame—fame chased him.

And behind every camera flash and fan scream, his five women stood with him—loyal, radiant, and clearly satisfied.

They weren't just accessories to his legend; they were part of it.

Each had their own story, their own bond with Ross, and together they formed a strange, beautiful empire of love, lust, and legacy.

The House of Fortune was over.

But the legend of Big D?

It would only ever grow with time.

***

"Finally! Free at last!"

"Yes! That house could be super suffocating sometimes."

"I know, right?"

The women laughed and tumbled onto the massive bed in a tangle of limbs, pillows flying and silk sheets rustling.

For the first time in months, they were truly alone—no cameras, no producers, no eyes watching their every move.

The House of Fortune had ended, and they had made it out not just victorious, but inseparable.

Ross stood near the foot of the bed, towering with that same quiet dominance that had driven the world wild.

His mask still covered the top half of his face—mysterious, iconic, and untouchable.

But now, with the competition over and the world waiting, everyone knew what was coming.

A reveal.

A climax of another kind.

The women sat up slowly, watching him with hungry eyes.

Their hearts pounded not just from anticipation, but from admiration.

They had fallen for him—each in their own way—and tonight was a celebration of everything they had endured, shared, and built together.

Joan was the first to speak, her voice soft but filled with meaning.

"D… it's time, right?"

Ross looked at her and smiled, the edge of mischief playing at his lips.

Of course he knew what she meant. They all did.

But Ross had never been one to hand things over easily.

"Time for what?" he said, deliberately slow. "Oh, right. Time to fuck you all silly again."

Before they could laugh, he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Then his pants.

In a blink, he stood in nothing but the black mask—his sculpted body on full display, and his cock, long and thick, already rock hard and standing proud at its full 15-inch glory.

The girls' breath caught.

Heaven swallowed hard, cheeks flushed. Tianna covered her mouth in mock shock.

Lily's thighs squeezed together instinctively. Cara's eyes shone with wicked eagerness, already remembering the way it had felt the last time.

Joan, biting her lower lip, could only stare.

Ross raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

He didn't need to say anything else.

One by one, the women got off the bed and knelt before him, their eyes filled with desire and reverence.

The sight was breathtaking: five gorgeous women in lingerie and silk, bowing to the man who had conquered them body and soul.

Ross stepped forward, gripping his cock at the base.

"Line up," he said, voice like velvet and steel. "I want you all begging."

They obeyed immediately, forming a neat line before him like obedient kittens.

Ross walked down the row, his hand brushing along their faces, their breasts, their thighs—claiming each one with the touch of a king surveying his queens.

He stopped in front of Heaven first. "You missed this, didn't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, already quivering.

He grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. "Then show me."

She opened her mouth obediently, and he pushed the tip of his cock past her lips.

Just enough to tease.

Then he moved to Cara, who was already dripping wet just from watching.

"Oh god… D…" she whimpered. "Please…"

"I'll get to you," he said with a smirk, before gliding past to Joan, Lily, and Tianna—each squirming, each desperate.

And yet… the mask still remained.

It was the one thing no one dared to touch. Not yet.

Ross returned to the center of the room, his women now panting, eyes wide and glistening with arousal.

"Tonight," he said slowly, "you're mine."

He climbed onto the bed, and the five of them followed, crawling toward him like lionesses in heat.

He laid back and let Heaven ride first, her hips grinding down on him with feral hunger while he reached out, fondling Tianna and sucking on Lily's nipples.

Joan kissed down his abs while Cara moaned, rubbing herself against his thigh.

It was a chorus of pleasure. A celebration of lust, love, and power.

And as the hours passed, as bodies collided in a wild symphony of heat and pleasure, one truth became clear:

The legend of Big D was no longer just a fantasy.

He was real. He was here.

And the mask?

Well… maybe they'd take it off—after round ten.

***

One day later, the laughter had quieted and the haze of pleasure had settled.

The group lounged in silk robes and soft blankets, basking in the aftermath of indulgence.

Then, as the sunlight streamed lazily through the windows, someone finally remembered the question that had haunted millions since day one.

"D," Joan said, sitting up and brushing her hair behind her ear.

"The mask. Don't you think it's time?" Joan asked and tried again.