Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 525 Major

Ross inspired that kind of loyalty. That kind of devotion.

And what scared Steven the most was that he didnʼt know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Silence stretched between them all, heavy with unspoken emotions.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice softer this time.

”I just…” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. ”I just never thought this would happen. Never in my wildest dreams.”

Amy placed a hand on his arm. ”Dad, we love Ross. We really do.”

Sandra nodded.

”And he loves us. He takes care of us, protects us. Heʼs the kind of man who never abandons the people he cares about.”

Diane, the youngest of them all, took a step forward. Her voice was gentle but filled with conviction.

”Dad, I know this is hard for you to accept. But this is what I want.”

Steven looked at her—his youngest daughter, the one he had always seen as his little girl. And now, she was standing before him, no longer a child, but a woman making a choice for herself.

A choice that would change everything.

He inhaled deeply, holding it for a moment before slowly letting it out.

”Ross better take care of you all,” he finally said, his voice resigned.

Amy, Sandra, and Diane smiled, relief washing over them.

”He will,” Adele reassured him.

Steven leaned back into his chair, rubbing his temples once more.

”Two dozen wives… God help that man.”

Adele chuckled softly. ”I think heʼll manage just fine.”

And with that, the Campbell household took another step toward an unimaginable future—one that none of them could have foreseen, but one they would now have to embrace.

Because Ross wasnʼt just a man.

He was a force of nature.

And there was no stopping him now.

***

Three weeks had passed since Diane said the news, and every weekend, Ross made his way to the Campbell household to visit his soon-to-be wives.

He hadnʼt yet taken them to his home, as the three sisters—Amy, Sandra, and Diane—had expressed a desire to spend their remaining months with their parents before the wedding.

Ross respected their wishes, though his presence in the house was becoming increasingly complicated, especially when it came to Adele.

Adele, the mother of the three sisters, had been avoiding Ross like the plague. The memory of what had happened at the lake haunted her.

She could still feel the weight of his body against hers, the way he had taken her with such raw intensity.

But what shamed her most was how her own body had betrayed her, responding to him with a fervor she hadnʼt felt in years.

Since that day, her relationship with her husband, Steven, had grown strained. Steven, once a passionate and attentive man, now seemed distant and unable to perform.

It was as if the incident had cast a shadow over their marriage, leaving Adele feeling lost and conflicted.

”Hi,” Adele said one afternoon, forcing a polite smile as she crossed paths with Ross in the hallway. She didnʼt wait for a response, quickly turning to leave.

Her heart raced, and she could feel his eyes on her as she walked away. She hated how he seemed to see right through her, how he knew exactly what she was thinking.

”Hello,” Ross replied, his voice smooth and knowing. But Adele was already gone, disappearing into the safety of the kitchen. He smirked to himself, amused by her discomfort.

For now, he let her be. After all, he had her three daughters to keep him occupied.

That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the house grew quiet, Adele found herself alone with Steven in their bedroom. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken tension.

Steven sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

”Iʼm sorry, Adele,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. ”I donʼt know whatʼs happening to me. I just… I canʼt seem to…”

Adeleʼs heart ached for him. She sat beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

”Itʼs okay, dear. You must just be stressed. Weʼll get through this.”

But as soon as her fingers touched him, a sharp static shock jolted between them, causing both to flinch. Steven winced, pulling away, and Adele quickly withdrew her hand, forcing a smile to mask her unease.

”Iʼll just go get myself some milk,” she said, standing abruptly. Steven nodded, his eyes downcast, and Adele slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Once in the hallway, she leaned against the wall, letting out a deep, shuddering sigh.

The weight of everything pressed down on her—Stevenʼs inability to perform, the constant static shocks that seemed to plague their every touch, and the lingering memory of Rossʼs hands on her body.

She felt like she was losing control, like her life was spiraling into chaos.

”My husband canʼt get it up, and now every time I touch him, I get a static shock. Whatʼs next?” she muttered to herself, running a hand through her hair.

She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes but quickly blinked them away. Now was not the time to fall apart.

As she made her way to the kitchen, she couldnʼt help but think about Ross.

She hated how her body seemed to betray her at the mere memory of him. Suddenly, she felt a wave of heat wash over her. Her nipples hardened, and a familiar ache began to throb between her legs.

Her pussy grew wet almost instantly, and the intensity of her bodyʼs reaction filled her with anger and frustration.

It was as if her body no longer belonged to her—something had changed that day at the lake, something she couldnʼt control.

She clenched her fists, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only grew stronger.

Her mind replayed the way Ross had taken her, his big, thick cock filling her in ways she hadnʼt known were possible.