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Chapter 778 Fossil · Oct 12, 2026

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Chapter 778: Chapter 778 Fossil

”That one doesn’t go there, Heaven.”

”It’s upside down, Lily.”

”Are you girls even trying?”

They ignored him with practiced ease.

By the time night fell and the lights in the house dimmed to a softer glow, the three girls were mentally drained.

Hours of puzzling—along with the residual soreness from the night before—had left them worn out.

As the group began to wind down, it was clear what time it was: time to retire for the night. But this brought up an awkward realization.

The three girls looked at one another, then glanced toward Ross, who was now stretching like a king ready to return to his throne.

”So...” Tianna said, eyeing the shared bedroom down the hall. ”How exactly are we going to fit four people in one bed?”

There was a pause.

Even Ross chuckled. ”Well, it’s going to be cozy.”

Lily blinked. ”Cozy? I could barely move this morning with just you beside me.”

Heaven smirked. ”Guess we’ll have to get creative with the sleeping arrangement.”

Tianna raised an eyebrow. ”Or we just sleep on D. He’s broad enough.”

Ross grinned. ”Now that’s the spirit.”

They all laughed—tired, but content—and began making their way to the bedroom, wondering how this new Chapter of shared intimacy, comfort, and connection would shape the nights to come.

In the end, they decided on a simple solution—one of the beds from the girls’ room was moved into the boys’ room and placed right next to the existing one.

With the two large beds joined together, it formed a spacious platform that could easily accommodate Ross and his three women.

The room felt different now—less like a shared dorm and more like a private haven of indulgence and pleasure.

As night fell, the door was locked, the curtains drawn, and the only light came from the soft glow of a bedside lamp.

Clothes were shed, kisses deepened, and the air quickly grew thick with heat and tension.

Ross stood at the center, his powerful body bare and commanding, while the three women circled him like moths to flame—each of them hungry, each of them desperate to be claimed.

They fell onto the joined beds, limbs tangling together in a chaotic yet harmonious dance.

Ross didn’t favor one over the others—his strength, stamina, and passion were poured equally into each of them.

Moans rose one after another, mixing in the air like music.

”Ahhhh... Ross...!” one cried, her voice trembling with need.

”Oh god... don’t stop...” another gasped, her fingers digging into his back.

”Ughhh... I’m gonna—ahhhh!” the third whimpered, her entire body arching beneath him.

Ross moved like a man possessed, his rhythm relentless yet skilled, his touches knowing and precise.

He took them together, making sure each one reached her peak again and again.

Time blurred. Sweat dripped. The beds creaked in protest, but none of them cared.

There was nothing outside that room—only the warmth of bodies, the heat of passion, and the thrill of being completely consumed by him.

They lost count of how many times they reached the edge and fell over it, only to be brought back again by his touch, his kiss, his thrust.

The room echoed with cries of pleasure, gasps for breath, and the wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding.

Hours passed.

And still, the sounds of indulgence filled the night.

By the time the first light of dawn peeked through the curtains, the bedsheets were tangled, the women were draped around Ross in blissful exhaustion, and their breathing had finally slowed.

He lay at the center, chest rising and falling steadily, with three beautiful bodies clinging to him like he was their sun.

And in that quiet moment after the storm, it was clear—Ross didn’t just have them in body. He had them in soul.

***

The week passed in a haze of lust and triumph.

Each night without exception, Ross took his women to bed—and each night, their cries echoed like a ritual across the house.

The rhythm of their bodies colliding, the wet slaps, the guttural moans, and the high-pitched screams of release—all of it bled through the walls and ceilings like a forbidden melody.

It wasn’t just sex. It was a performance, raw and unfiltered, that no one could escape hearing.

And strangely... no one wanted to.

At first, some had scoffed, some even rolled their eyes at the nightly chorus.

But by midweek, shame had melted away. Curiosity turned into arousal.

Pleasure became communal.

People began touching themselves under their covers, giving in to the throbbing urges stirred by Ross’s nightly symphony.

Some even timed their climaxes with the cries they heard through the walls—bodies trembling in rhythm with Ross’s relentless stamina.

By day, the housemates walked around with flushed cheeks and stolen glances.

No one spoke of it out loud, but the air was thick with tension and unsatisfied need.

Everyone could feel the heat.

And everyone knew where the fire burned hottest—inside the room where Ross reigned as a god of indulgence.

Despite this nightly indulgence, the weekly challenge continued.

A massive and intricate puzzle had been laid out for the house to complete, piece by piece, as a test of teamwork and patience. Many housemates grew frustrated halfway through—some gave up entirely.

But Ross, as always, struck the perfect balance.

He spent his nights buried in passion, but his days were calm, focused, and unnervingly sharp.

He’d lounge casually beside the puzzle during the day, shirtless, a woman curled up beside him, and yet somehow he always spotted the missing pieces others had overlooked.

His eyes missed nothing. His mind, honed and calculating, pieced the whole thing together like he was born for it.

And on Saturday afternoon, with a smirk on his lips and three women cheering beside him, Ross slid the final piece into place.

Cheers erupted.

The announcement came shortly after, the house boss’s voice booming from the intercom with a rare note of approval:

”Congratulations. The puzzle challenge has been successfully completed ahead of schedule. A reward will be distributed and you will have your weekly budget doubled.”

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