Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1093: Chapter 1093 Minimalist

“We both know… we don’t have any experience in something like this. I mean, how are we supposed to—”

Chelsea cut her off with a quiet, steadying hand on Lea’s shoulder.

“Shh,” she said softly, her eyes locking onto her sister’s.

“Trust me.” Her voice was calm, almost unnervingly so, but beneath it there was a spark of determination.

“Just follow my lead. That’s all. Karen already told us what Ross likes. We know enough to handle this.”

Lea’s stomach twisted. Her mind raced with doubts and fears—what if they failed?

What if they made a mistake?

The thought of letting Karen and Mom down made her feel like her chest was being squeezed.

She swallowed hard and nodded, though her hands shook slightly.

Chelsea, meanwhile, felt a thrill rising inside her. A plan was forming, precise and cunning.

Every detail she could remember from Karen’s words and her own observations was slotting into place.

She imagined how Ross might react, how to control the situation without giving themselves away.

There was a certain rush in knowing they had a chance to outsmart him—just a slim, precarious chance, but enough.

“Okay,” Lea murmured finally, forcing herself to take a deep breath. She glanced at Chelsea, searching for reassurance. “But… what if something goes wrong?”

Chelsea’s lips curved into a faint, confident smile. “Nothing’s going to go wrong,” she whispered. “Not if we stay calm, and just… do exactly what I say. We’re not rushing into this blindly. We have the advantage—we know what he wants. He thinks he’s in control, but right now, we are in control.”

Lea bit her lip, still nervous, but the tight knot of fear in her chest loosened slightly.

She let herself draw courage from her sister’s confidence, from the careful way Chelsea was planning every step.

She could almost feel Chelsea’s mind working, like a chess player several moves ahead.

Chelsea leaned in closer, her breath warm against Lea’s ear. “Focus on me, and nothing else. Watch my cues, follow my lead. That’s all we have to do.”

Lea nodded again, this time more firmly. Her heart still raced, but she could feel a small spark of determination growing.

They could do this. They had to do this. For Karen. For Mom. For themselves.

Chelsea’s eyes flicked toward Ross, lying there like a predator waiting for a sign, and the thrill of the challenge sent a shiver down her spine.

They were about to walk a dangerous line—but for once, she felt ready.

“Let’s do this,” Chelsea whispered, almost under her breath, a quiet promise to herself and to Lea. “Together.”

Lea’s hand brushed against hers, and for a brief, fleeting moment, they shared a silent pact—two sisters standing on the edge of a gamble, hearts pounding, minds sharp, ready to take control of a situation no one else thought they could.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the quiet almost deafening, as they readied themselves.

Every second stretched, heavy with anticipation.

And then, slowly, deliberately, Chelsea gave the smallest nod to Lea. It was time.

“Now… we want you to undress,” Chelsea said, her voice quiet but firm, carrying a weight that brooked no argument.

Her eyes never left Ross, and the air between them seemed to crackle with tension.

Ross’s lips curved into a slow, lazy smile.

“Can’t do it,” he said, his tone teasing, almost amused. “You told me not to move. And now this? Maybe you should plan your instructions a little better.” He leaned back on the bed, arms crossed loosely, utterly still, his confidence radiating in the quiet room.

Chelsea let out a long, exasperated sigh, the sound thick with frustration.

“Arghhh…” she muttered under her breath, then stepped closer to the bed, her movements deliberate. “Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

Lea hesitated, her feet frozen for a moment before she slowly followed, the nerves making her steps cautious.

Her hands fiddled at the hem of her shirt, twisting it nervously as she walked.

She glanced at Chelsea, searching for reassurance. The older sister’s eyes met hers, sharp and unyielding, and she felt a flicker of courage ignite in her chest.

Both sisters were dressed simply: jeans and fitted shirts, their usual refuge attire.

Practical, modest, safe. There were men around; this wasn’t a place to flaunt themselves.

Lust was the last thing on their minds—they had other priorities.

Yet, as they approached, they both felt the undeniable truth: their bodies were gifts in ways they had long struggled with.

Curves, subtle lines, grace in motion… these were the very traits that had made Ross target Karen and Marissa.

Beauty, they realized, could be a weapon and a curse all at once.

Chelsea’s hands moved with a mixture of hesitation and determination.

She reached for Ross’s belt, her fingers brushing against the cold metal buckle.

She fumbled briefly, and her heart thudded against her ribs, before she managed to undo it.

The pants followed, sliding down slowly as Ross remained motionless, watching.

Lea’s breath hitched.

She could feel the heat rising in her chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation curling in her stomach.

Chelsea’s fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the boxers, sliding them down with careful precision.

When they were finally removed, both sisters froze. Their eyes widened in simultaneous shock.

The reality of Ross’s form before them was far more imposing than either had expected.

Lea’s hands twitched at her sides, gripping the edge of the bed for support.

Chelsea’s lips parted, a barely audible gasp escaping her.

The room seemed impossibly still, every second stretched taut.

Even the faint rustle of fabric or the whisper of a breath sounded loud in the quiet space.

They exchanged a brief glance, silent communication passing between them. Disbelief.

Surprise. A quiet acknowledgment of the danger and the power in front of them.

Yet, beneath it all, there was a thread of resolve. They had chosen this.

They had decided to confront this. And somehow… they could do it.