Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 221 Haunted

”You didn’t just bring back one, but two Japanese girlfriends. I don’t even know what to say anymore,” Jade said, glancing at Ren and Imari, who were engrossed in their own lively conversation in Japanese.

The two girls were so full of energy and promise, their youth practically glowing.

It wasn’t just their personalities that caught attention either. Both Ren and Imari had striking physical features, ones that were hard to ignore.

Their beauty drew stares, and their enviable figures—blessed in all the right places—made them impossible not to notice.

Imari fit right in with the rest of Ross’s harem. Like Ren and the others, she was curvaceous and undeniably attractive, exuding the kind of confidence that made heads turn.

Ross, sensing Jade’s exasperation, raised his hands in mock surrender.

”I’m innocent, Jade. I swear. I didn’t plan any of this—it just happened.”

Jade narrowed her eyes, her tone laced with sarcasm.

”Oh, it just happened, huh? You’re so helpless, Ross.”

Though Jade now loved Ross just as much as the other girls did, she had retained her sharpness and honesty.

She was frank, often unfiltered, and Ross adored that about her.

He couldn’t stand the idea of surrounding himself with women who were meek or mindless—it would bore him to death.

Jade’s fiery personality added a spark that kept things interesting.

”You know you love me,” Ross said with a grin, leaning back casually as Jade rolled her eyes.

”That’s beside the point,” she replied, crossing her arms but unable to hide the faint smile tugging at her lips.

”And just to be clear, Imari Ito is not my girlfriend,” Ross said, his tone exasperated.

”…yet,” Jade shot back, raising an eyebrow. ”I know the type of girls you like, Ross. Imari fits that bill perfectly—from her looks to her attitude, right down to the tips of her nipples.” She folded her arms and let out a long sigh.

Sometimes, being with Ross made Jade feel like a nagging, jealous housewife.

The sheer number of beautiful women around him could drive anyone mad.

Yet, deep down, she knew her frustrations stemmed from just how much she loved him.

As chaotic and infuriating as he could be, there was nowhere else she would rather be than by his side, even if it meant sharing him.

That thought softened her irritation, and a faint smile crossed her lips.

She decided to let the matter drop, leaning back in her seat as the plane carried them home.

The hum of conversation and laughter from the others filled the space, and for a moment, peace settled over her.

***

Meanwhile, in another part of the country Ross and his group had just left, an entirely different scene was unfolding.

”This is all your fault!” A stunningly beautiful woman shouted, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face.

Her delicate features, usually composed and graceful, were now distorted by anguish.

”If you hadn’t forced our daughter into marrying your friend’s son, she wouldn’t have run away from home!”

Her husband, an imposing man with a sharp jawline and cold eyes, slammed his fist onto the table.

”This was for her own good!” he snapped.

”Do you have any idea the kind of life she could’ve had? She would’ve been a queen—or better! That boy’s family has connections beyond anything you can imagine. Ren could’ve lived in luxury, far above anything we’ve ever dreamed of. But no, she had to be stubborn!”

”And now she’s gone,” the woman sobbed, clutching a tissue in her trembling hands.

”Our daughter is gone, and it’s all because of you. If you can’t find her, I will never forgive you.”

Her voice cracked, and for a moment, the man’s stern expression faltered. He clenched his fists and looked away, refusing to admit his own guilt.

Ren’s mother, however, didn’t need him to acknowledge it—she already knew she bore part of the blame.

She had allowed herself to be swept along by his plans, agreeing to the arranged marriage despite the unease that gnawed at her.

She had convinced herself it was for the best, that it was the right thing for Ren.

But now, with her daughter missing, regret consumed her.

She could still picture Ren’s face on the night that they had last spoken, the way her eyes had silently begged for understanding.

She had failed her daughter, and that failure haunted her.

Taking a shaky breath, she straightened her spine.

”I’m going to fix this,” she whispered, more to herself than to her husband.

”I don’t care what it takes. I’ll bring her back.”

Her husband frowned.

”And what exactly do you think you’re going to do?”

She ignored him. There was no point arguing anymore. Instead, she picked up her phone and started making calls.

Friends, distant relatives, old acquaintances—she reached out to everyone who might have a lead, calling in favors and begging for information.

She even went so far as to bribe people, sparing no expense to track Ren down.

By the end of the night, she had exhausted every avenue she could think of.

But as she sat alone in her study, staring at the scattered papers and unanswered messages, her determination burned brighter.

I will find you, Ren, she thought fiercely. And when I do, I’ll make this right.

Somewhere, deep in her heart, she hoped her daughter could forgive her.

But first, she had to earn the chance to ask.

***

A few hours into the flight, a scene unfolded that left Imari utterly speechless.

”How are you supposed to fit that thing inside you, Ren?” Imari whispered, her wide eyes fixed on the unfolding erotic spectacle on the large bed in the middle of the private plane.

Ren, equally mesmerized but far less scandalized, whispered back, ”I don’t know, Imari. But, to be completely honest, I’m excited for when it does happen between me and Ross.”

Imari whipped her head toward her best friend, her jaw practically hitting the floor. ”You’ve been corrupted!”

***

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