Evil MC's NTR Harem

Kate's lips parted in a quiet gasp.

The tension she hadn't realized she was carrying began to unravel under his touch.

Her head dipped forward as if surrendering to the sensation.

Ross noticed. "Feel that?" he murmured, his voice calm, smooth. "That knot doesn't stand a chance." His hands moved with practiced ease, kneading her shoulders, sliding up to her scalp, his fingers weaving into her hair as he massaged her temples with rhythmic pressure.

"Ohhhhhh…" The soft moan slipped from Kate's lips before she could stop it, echoing faintly in the quiet living room.

Her cheeks warmed, but the relief flooding through her muscles left her powerless to care.

Ross grinned to himself, though his expression remained composed when she glanced up briefly.

"Told you," he said, his tone teasing but light. "You've been carrying stress like armor. Let me break it all down."

Kate closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the cushions as his fingers worked wonders.

For the first time that day, the pounding headache dulled, replaced by a soothing heat spreading down her spine.

She hadn't expected something as simple as a massage to feel this… intimate.

"Ross…" she whispered, her voice barely audible, but even she wasn't sure if it was a protest, a thank you, or something else entirely.

He leaned slightly closer, his breath brushing her ear as he spoke in that same calm tone. "Just relax, Kate. I'm a pro at this."

And Ross stayed true to his promise. His hands moved with deliberate care, massaging Kate from head to toe.

He started at her temples, easing away the dull throb of her headache, then worked down to her shoulders and arms, melting away the knots of tension she didn't even know she carried.

Each stroke was confident yet gentle, his fingers skilled enough to make her sigh in relief with every movement.

By the time he reached her calves and feet, Kate was beyond words—her body limp, her breathing soft and steady.

It didn't take long before her eyelids fluttered shut completely.

A peaceful expression replaced the faint stress lines on her face, and soon, a delicate snore slipped past her lips.

Ross chuckled under his breath as he draped a light throw over her.

"Guess I really am that good," he murmured with a grin, settling onto the wide sofa across from hers.

The quiet hum of the house, mixed with Kate's gentle breathing, wrapped the room in calm.

Ross stretched out, hands behind his head, and before he realized it, his own eyes drifted shut.

Hours passed in silence.

The only sound was the occasional whisper of the air conditioning and the faint rhythm of two people breathing in sync.

Then—the sharp click of the front door broke the tranquility.

Voices spilled in, loud and cheerful, echoing through the hall.

The family was finally back from their outing.

Shoes scuffed against the polished floor, laughter and chatter filling the once-quiet space.

"Finally home!" someone called from the doorway.

But the cheerful energy screeched to a halt when Lois stepped into the living room—and froze.

Her eyes widened at the sight before her: her mother lying on the sofa, hair slightly tousled, a blanket draped over her like she'd just woken from the deepest sleep… and Ross, stretched out on the opposite couch, completely at ease, his shirt slightly untucked, head tilted back as if he owned the place.

"Ross!" Lois's voice cracked like a whip, drawing everyone's attention.

Her face was a mix of shock and fury as she pointed an accusatory finger. "What did you do to my mom?!"

The room fell silent for a heartbeat. Heads turned—first to Ross, then to Kate.

Kate, still asleep, let out the softest snore at the worst possible moment.

Ross blinked awake, disoriented for a second, then sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Huh? What's going on?" His voice was thick with drowsiness, which did nothing to help his case.

Lois stormed closer, glaring down at him like a prosecutor about to deliver a verdict.

"Don't 'huh' me! Why is my mom passed out on the couch? Why are you over there looking… so smug?!"

Ross raised his hands in surrender, struggling to hold back a laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

"Whoa, whoa. Easy, Lois. It's not what you think."

"Oh really?" Lois folded her arms, her expression fierce. "Because it looks like you—"

Before she could finish, Kate stirred under the blanket.

Her eyes fluttered open, blinking against the light. She let out a soft yawn and stretched, her voice groggy but calm.

"What's… going on?"

Lois spun around. "Mom! Are you okay? Did he—did he do something?!"

Kate sat up slowly, smoothing her hair with one hand as she looked between her daughter and Ross.

Her lips curved into the faintest smile. "Lois… calm down. He didn't do anything bad. I just… fell asleep after the massage."

"The massage?!" Lois nearly shouted the words, her cheeks burning red.

"Yes," Kate said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I had a headache, and Ross offered to help. Honestly… it was amazing. Best massage I've had in years." She turned her head slightly toward Ross, giving him an appreciative smile that didn't go unnoticed by anyone in the room. "Thank you, Ross."

Ross smirked, leaning back with an easy confidence. "Told you I had magic hands."

A few muffled laughs broke out among the family members crowding the doorway, but Lois wasn't amused.

Her jaw tightened as her eyes darted between her mother and Ross, who was clearly enjoying every second of this misunderstanding.

Over the following days, Ross made a conscious effort to nurture his connection with Kate.

Through small gestures, warm conversations, and an ease that felt disarmingly genuine, he chipped away at the walls she had unknowingly built.

It didn't take long before the lovely woman began to see him in a different light—no longer as just a familiar face, but as someone whose presence brought unexpected comfort and a spark she couldn't quite ignore.