Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 734: Chapter 734 Cycle

Ross was still hard—just as thick, just as deep—and now impossibly more sensitive.

She could feel every pulse, every vein, every inch rubbing against her slick, overstimulated walls.

Her body trembled beneath him, nerves raw, but pleasure began to build again, slow and irresistible like a tide pulling her back under.

Time blurred.

She didn’t know how many times he took her after that.

All she knew was that hours passed in a haze of desire.

He flipped her onto her side and slid in from behind, wrapping an arm tightly around her as he fucked her slow and deep, whispering filthy praise into her ear.

He straddled her atop the ruined bed and made her ride him, holding her steady by the hips as she bounced on his cock with desperate little cries, her thighs burning and trembling with each motion.

He bent her over the edge of the mattress, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as he slammed into her from behind, her moans high-pitched and hoarse, the sound of skin slapping echoing like music through the room.

And each time she thought she couldn’t come again—he proved her wrong.

By the third or fourth time, she’d lost track of her orgasms.

Her voice had grown hoarse from screaming his name.

Her legs felt numb, her body coated in sweat and seed.

Her pussy was red, swollen, dripping with a mixture of his cum and her own slick arousal—but still, he didn’t stop.

Every time she broke, he pulled her back together just to make her fall apart again.

And through it all, Ross remained focused—watching her, holding her, possessing her.

Not just her body, but her heart, her soul. With every thrust, every kiss, every whispered command, he claimed more of her.

Until there was nothing left but him.

Nothing but them.

When dawn finally crept in through the cracks in the curtains, Heaven lay tangled in his arms, her body completely ruined in the most delicious way.

Her eyes were half-lidded, her mind floating somewhere far from the world, her heart still racing with afterglow.

And only then—only then—did Ross finally stop.

He kissed her temple, held her tighter, and whispered, ”You’re mine now, Heaven. All mine.”

And she smiled, unable to speak, but knowing deep down—it was true.

She wouldn’t want it any other way.

***

Morning arrived, and with it came the soft golden light of Saturday.

The house stirred slowly, filled with a mix of grogginess and tension—after all, there were only two days left until the first weekly task was due.

But despite the looming deadline, the talk of the house had nothing to do with tasks or chores.

Everyone was still reeling from the night before.

No one could believe it—Ross had actually done what he said he would.

The mysterious masked man had taken Heaven, the most unattainable girl in the house, and made her scream his name for what felt like the entire night.

At the breakfast table, the mood was unusually animated—though the energy was laced with exhaustion.

Two chairs remained conspicuously empty.

Of course, they belonged to Ross and Heaven.

”So... come on,” one of the girls said, breaking the silence with a smirk and raised brows. ”Spill. What happened last night? When did they stop fucking?”

Everyone turned toward one of the guys who had taken a spot near the hallway—likely because he’d been one of the few within earshot all night.

He looked like hell: dark circles under his eyes, hair disheveled, and a coffee mug clenched in both hands like a lifeline.

He groaned.

”They didn’t stop,” he muttered. ”Not until this morning. Like... a few minutes before sunrise.”

A ripple of disbelief went around the table.

”Seriously?” someone asked.

”Dead serious. I haven’t slept a goddamn minute. I kept thinking, surely they’ll stop soon, and then I’d hear another moan, another pak pak pak, and I knew they were still at it.”

”And what’s wild,” another guy chimed in, leaning forward conspiratorially, ”is that the blanket never even slipped. Not once.”

That drew attention.

”Wait, really?” the curious girl blinked. ”They were going at it for hours and you didn’t see anything?”

”Nothing. Not one inch of skin,” he confirmed, sounding both amazed and disappointed. ”They were under that blanket the whole time. It was like... magic or something. You’d hear the sounds, hear her screaming his name, hear the bed creaking like it was about to break—but the blanket? Completely secure. Covered them from start to finish.”

Another guy gave a slow whistle. ”Damn. That’s some next-level discipline.”

”Or sorcery,” someone muttered.

Laughter broke out around the table, but it was mixed with awe.

Even the more stoic housemates had to admit they were curious.

No one had ever seen Heaven so much as flirt, let alone be reduced to a breathless mess by anyone—until Ross came along.

”And now they’re still not up?” someone asked.

”Guess they’re finally asleep,” the exhausted guy said with a bitter chuckle. ”And I really hope they stay that way. My ears need a break.”

Everyone chuckled, but beneath the amusement was a shared understanding: something had changed.

Ross had done more than seduce Heaven—he’d completely rewritten the rules of the house.

And now... everyone was watching.

***

”Fuck! No! This can’t be right!” the man roared, his voice filled with disbelief and fury. ”Heaven would never do that to me! Never!”

His rage boiled over as he hurled the glass in his hand across the room.

It shattered against the flat-screen TV, sparks and shards flying as the screen cracked violently.

Breathing heavily, his chest heaving, he shot to his feet and paced the room like a caged animal.

The image of Heaven—his Heaven—moaning another man’s name, begging to be fucked, played over and over in his mind like a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.

”No... I won’t accept this,” he growled, pulling out his phone with shaking hands.

He began making calls, one after another, his voice low and urgent.

Whoever answered on the other end heard a man on the edge—desperate, enraged, and hellbent on revenge.

He didn’t care who that masked bastard was.

He didn’t care what it took. He would make him pay.