Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 732: Chapter 732 Fame

Ross’s touch was both tender and dominant, a contrast that left Heaven craving more.

He knew exactly how to touch her, how to tease and please her body, and she was putty in his hands.

He leaned down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Heaven arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his face, encouraging him to take more.

”You like that, don’t you?” Ross murmured against her skin, his voice low and husky. ”You like it when I touch you, when I tease you, when I make you mine.”

Heaven could only nod, her body writhing beneath him as she tried to form words, but all that came out were moans and gasps of pleasure.

Ross chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent another shiver down her spine.

He continued to move inside her, his cock filling her completely with each slow, deliberate thrust.

”Ross...” Heaven finally managed to whisper, her voice breathy and desperate. ”It feels so good. You feel so good.”

Ross smiled, his eyes locked onto hers as he continued to move inside her, his hips rolling in a way that hit all the right spots.

He could feel her body responding to his, her hips moving in sync with his as they found a new rhythm together, one that was slower but no less intense.

”That’s it, Heaven,” Ross encouraged, his voice low and seductive. ”Let go. Feel me. Feel us. We’re meant to be together.”

”Ahhh...” Heaven moaned sweetly, her voice trembling with pleasure.

Her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her as Ross took hold of one of her hips, lifting her leg and placing it over his shoulder.

The new angle sent a jolt through her body, making her arch her back instinctively as he pushed into her again, slow and deep.

Each movement was deliberate, powerful—filled with a rhythm that made her feel like she was unraveling from the inside out.

She had dreamt about her first time so many times before, imagined tender touches, soft kisses under candlelight... but reality had thrown all of that out the window.

She never expected to give herself to a masked stranger.

And yet, here she was—completely taken, completely his.

And it wasn’t just the sex.

It was the way he moved, the way he knew exactly where to touch, how to stroke her, how to press against every spot that made her toes curl and her mind go blank.

It was maddening. It was divine. It was too good to be real.

How could this man, this mysterious figure who appeared out of nowhere, cook her a meal so delicious it made her knees weak—and now, fuck her in a way that made her forget her own name?

She could barely hold it together. Her moans were louder now, messier, and Ross showed no signs of slowing down.

Pak

Pak

Pak

The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room like a rhythmic drumbeat, each thrust more intense than the last.

The heat between them was unbearable, the tension building fast and hard like a storm.

And she broke.

”F-Fuck me, D!” she cried, her voice hoarse with need. ”Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

Heaven’s head fell back, her hair spilling across the bed as waves of ecstasy surged through her.

Her legs trembled, her body trembled—every nerve ending lit up like firecrackers under his touch.

She was gone, lost in the sensation, drowning in him.

In that moment, nothing else existed.

The moan echoed through the hallway like a thunderclap, followed by another—and then another.

Long, drawn-out, and unmistakably filled with pleasure.

Every contestant in the house froze mid-conversation, mid-bite, mid-whatever they were doing.

”What the hell was that?” someone whispered, eyes wide.

Then it came again—Heaven’s voice, crying out in ecstasy, louder this time, desperate and breathless.

”F-Fuck me, D! Fuck me hard!”

Silence followed. Utter disbelief.

And then, slowly, the realization set in.

”...Well, I’ll be damned,” one of the contestants muttered, breaking the silence as a grin crept onto his face. ”Big D really wasn’t lying. It’s not even Saturday yet, and he’s got Heaven screaming his name like a pornstar.”

A round of stunned chuckles rippled through the common room.

”I know, right?” another said, eyes still fixed in the direction of the sound. ”I mean... Heaven? She barely even talks to people. And now she’s getting railed by Big D like it’s the season finale of a soap opera?”

”No way,” someone else chimed in, half-laughing, half-shocked. ”I thought she was just playing hard to get, not actually gonna give it up to a guy in a mask!”

A fourth leaned back on the couch, whistling low. ”Whatever he did to her, he deserves a damn trophy. Listen to her—she’s gone. Like, completely lost in it.”

They all paused for a moment, listening.

Thump.

Pak.

Pak.

Pak.

”Ahhh! Yes! Harder!” came the muffled scream.

The room burst into laughter, disbelief mixing with amusement and curiosity.

”I mean, seriously,” one guy said, shaking his head, ”He cooked a couple meals, said a few mysterious one-liners, and next thing you know, he’s in bed with the girl who swore no one would ever touch her.”

”I bet he sprinkled crack in the food,” another joked. ”Because damn—she sounds like she’s seeing heaven and hell at the same time.”

”Bro, she’s literally screaming his name,” someone else added. ”Begging him.”

Their words faded into background noise compared to what was still happening behind that bedroom door.

Heaven’s cries were relentless, rising and falling like waves, louder and more desperate with every second.

They tried to talk over it, but no one could ignore it.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, the rhythm, the occasional guttural grunt from Big D—it was all too clear.

”She’s gonna need a wheelchair tomorrow,” one of them joked.

”No kidding. Hope the bed’s still in one piece when they’re done.”

And still, she kept screaming.

No one dared go near the room.

No one wanted to interrupt what was clearly something wild, primal, and unforgettable.

Instead, they just sat back, shook their heads, and muttered in awe, ”Big D really is him.”