Evil MC's NTR Harem

The room fell quiet. All eyes turned to him.

Ross leaned back against the headboard, his expression unreadable behind the smooth black mask that had become his identity.

The silence lingered, thick with anticipation.

Finally, he let out a soft sigh and said, "Fine."

The girls held their breath as his hands rose slowly to his face.

There was something ceremonial about it—the way his fingers curled around the edges, the pause before the reveal.

Then, in one smooth motion, he lifted the mask from his face and set it aside.

Gasps filled the room.

Their eyes widened in unison. For a moment, no one spoke.

"You're… you're Ross Oakley," Ruby whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

A stunned silence followed.

One by one, the girls' eyes widened in disbelief, the pieces clicking into place.

The charm, the confidence, the mystery—everything suddenly made sense.

Ross and Big D weren't just similar.

They were the same man.

Gasps echoed across the room as realization dawned on each of them.

The truth was far more shocking than they'd ever imagined.

Then came the question on everyone's mind—spoken softly, but laced with all the uncertainty that now hung in the air.

"What happens to us now? You're already married… to more than two dozen women, if I recall correctly," someone finally said.

The room went quiet again. The revelation had changed everything—or at least, it seemed to.

But Ross just smiled, that signature confident grin spreading across his face.

"It's no problem at all," he said, his voice smooth and reassuring.

"I'm going to marry all of you—and then keep adding more. My heart has more than enough room, and my home is built for many."

He paused, his gaze turning softer as he looked around at each of them.

"That is… if you still want me."

The silence that followed wasn't awkward. It was emotional—heavy with the weight of love, disbelief, and relief.

Then Heaven stepped forward, her eyes glistening with tears but her voice steady.

"D or Ross… I still love you with all my heart," she said.

The others didn't hesitate.

One by one, they stepped forward too, echoing her words with their own.

"I love you, no matter the name."

"You've always been Ross to me."

"You gave us happiness. That's all I care about."

Ross stood quietly, humbled for once—not by power or praise, but by the unshakable love of the women he'd brought together.

And in that moment, under the soft morning light, a new chapter began.

Together.

Forever.

After the emotional reveal and their heartfelt confessions, Ross embraced each of his women with the care of a man who truly cherished them all.

That very morning, as the golden rays of dawn filtered softly through the windows, he made love to them—not as a man claiming conquest, but as a lover sealing a bond that went far beyond the physical.

He didn't rush. There was no urgency in his movements, only purpose and devotion.

Every touch was deliberate, every kiss filled with warmth.

He whispered their names like sacred verses, making each woman feel like she was the only one in the world in that moment.

Their bodies responded to him with equal fervor—some with moans, others with soft gasps and whimpers of delight.

He knew them, their rhythms and their desires, and he gave all of himself to fulfill them.

The house echoed with the sounds of passion, but also of love—true love, deep and consuming.

Time slipped by unnoticed as the hours rolled forward, the sun climbing higher as if reluctant to disturb what was happening within those walls.

Ross held nothing back. His strength, his stamina, his unrelenting affection—it overwhelmed them.

One by one, the women surrendered to him, their bodies trembling with euphoria as they reached their peaks.

Some cried out his name in bliss, others clung to him as wave after wave of ecstasy overtook them.

Their legs gave out, their strength faded, but their hearts beat stronger than ever.

He moved from one to the next, ensuring each felt not just satisfied but adored—physically, emotionally, completely.

By the time the morning had turned to noon, every single one of his women had melted in his arms, thoroughly loved, breathless, and dazed from the pleasure he gave them.

They lay scattered across the bed, the floor, the couches, wherever their passion had taken them.

Tangled in sheets and in each other, they looked like goddesses resting after a divine rite.

Their flushed cheeks, soft smiles, and glowing skin were a testament to the joy he had brought them.

And Ross—still seated at the center of it all, strong and serene—gently gathered them close.

He pulled blankets over their sleeping forms, kissed their foreheads, and watched them sleep with a quiet contentment in his heart.

He had not just claimed them.

He had united them.

Bound by love, sealed by trust, and embraced by the man who had given them not just pleasure—but purpose, belonging, and a home.

***

One month later, Ross did indeed marry the five women.

The ceremony was lavish yet intimate, filled with joy, laughter, and a deep sense of unity.

But what was most curious—and borderline miraculous—was that no one in the outside world seemed to recognize the brides as the same women who had shared the spotlight with Ross inside the House of Fortune.

Not a single tabloid, reporter, or curious fan made the connection.

It wasn't coincidence.

Ross, after all, was no ordinary man. Reality-bending came to him as effortlessly as breathing.

With a mere thought, he could reshape perception, rewrite memories, and weave illusions so perfect that even the sharpest minds overlooked the obvious.

He didn't do it out of shame or secrecy—he simply wanted to protect the peace and privacy of the women he loved.

To the world, they were new faces, mysterious and stunning.

But to Ross, they were his heart, his chosen partners, the ones who had stood by him through it all.

And so, while the world celebrated the union of the enigmatic Ross Oakley and his dazzling wives, none knew the truth behind their shared past.

And that was exactly how Ross intended it.