Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1234: Chapter 1234 Tree

The atmosphere in the room was a strange and fragile mix of relief, joy, tension, and lingering fear.

Ross being awake again felt like a miracle, yet the emotional storm that followed threatened to shatter that fragile peace.

The conversation that unfolded was awkward, painful, and impossible to escape.

“You’re a liar, Ross,” Jenny said, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face.

“You told me there was nothing going on between you and Bella. Then what is this? What am I supposed to think?”

Her words hung heavily in the air.

Ross swallowed, running a hand through his hair, his expression filled with regret and hesitation.

As always, he found the words quickly, his tone soft and sincere.

“I… I can’t explain it either, Jenny. I’m really sorry,” he said quietly. “It just happened. I never meant for things to turn out like this. But if you still love me—if there’s even a part of you that does—then give me a chance. I’ll prove that I can love you both. Bella and you. I won’t neglect either of you. Please… don’t shut me out.”

Jenny stared at him, her chest tight, her emotions tangled between anger, heartbreak, jealousy, and love.

Part of her wanted to scream at him, to walk out and never look back.

Another part of her wanted to collapse into his arms and pretend nothing had happened.

Bella, meanwhile, stood silently to the side, watching the scene unfold.

She almost wanted to smile—not out of cruelty, but because of how effortlessly Ross slipped back into his role.

His tone, his expression, his timing—it all felt like a perfectly rehearsed performance.

He truly was a master at acting.

In the end, Jenny felt trapped by her own heart.

She loved Ross too deeply to push him out of her life, even knowing his flaws, even knowing the pain he had caused.

Walking away felt more terrifying than staying. No one was perfect, she told herself. People made mistakes. Love was messy.

With trembling hands and a shaky breath, Jenny finally nodded.

“…Fine,” she whispered. “But this doesn’t mean everything is okay.”

Ross exhaled slowly, relief washing over his face. Bella remained silent, her expression unreadable.

And though the crisis seemed resolved on the surface, the tension in the room made one thing clear—nothing about their relationship would ever be simple again.

Later that night, the bedroom became a battlefield of sweat, tangled limbs, and unrelenting hunger.

The sheets were already wrecked—crumpled, damp, clinging to skin.

The air hung thick with the musk of sex: salt, arousal, the faint metallic tang of exertion.

Dim light from the bedside lamp painted long shadows across the mattress as three bodies collided in a chaotic, wordless rhythm.

“Ahhhhh…”

“Ohhhhh…”

“Ughhhh…”

Bella’s voice cracked first—high and trembling, almost a sob.

Jenny answered lower, throatier, each moan dragged out like she was being pulled apart from the inside.

The sounds wove together, overlapping, rising and falling in filthy harmony.

Ross was in the center of it all, relentless.

He had Bella on her back first, legs hooked wide over his forearms, hips snapping forward in deep, punishing strokes that made her breasts bounce and her spine arch off the mattress.

Every thrust punched a fresh whimper out of her; her nails raked red lines down his shoulders as she tried to anchor herself against the onslaught.

Her pussy clenched around him greedily, slick and hot, coating his cock, his balls, the crease of her ass—dripping steadily onto the sheets below.

He didn’t let her come yet.

Instead he pulled out—slow, deliberate—watching her hole flutter and gape for a heartbeat before he turned to Jenny.

She was already on all fours beside them, ass up, face buried in the pillow, thighs trembling from anticipation.

Ross gripped her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints and sank in with one long, brutal slide. Jenny’s back bowed; a guttural sound tore from her throat as he bottomed out.

“Fuck!” She screamed like she was getting butchered!

He fucked her like that for long minutes—hard, steady, hips slapping wetly against her ass—until her arms gave out and she collapsed chest-first into the bedding, still impaled, still rocking back to meet him.

Bella watched through half-lidded eyes, fingers circling her own swollen clit, biting her lip so hard it turned white.

Then he switched again.

This time he pulled both women closer—stacking them. Bella underneath, face-up, legs spread; Jenny straddling her hips, facing Ross, their slick pussies pressed together in a slippery, obscene kiss.

He alternated now: one deep thrust into Bella, pulling out glistening, then straight into Jenny, then back again.

The friction of their bodies rubbing, the wet slide of cock moving between them, the way their moans bled into each other—it was obscene, hypnotic.

Bella came first.

Her whole body seized—thighs clamping around Jenny’s waist, fingers twisting in the sheets, a sharp, broken cry ripping out of her as her pussy spasmed and gushed.

Ross didn’t stop; he fucked her through it, drawing the orgasm out until she was shaking, oversensitive, pleading incoherently—”too much, too much, please—”

He ignored her.

Jenny was next. Ross angled deeper, grinding against her clit with every thrust, until her back snapped taut and she screamed into Bella’s neck.

Her walls fluttered violently around him; another hot rush of wetness soaked them both.

Still he kept going—slower now, torturously deliberate—milking every aftershock, making her twitch and whimper long after the peak had passed.

Only then did he pull them apart.

He positioned them side by side on their backs, legs splayed, chests heaving.

He knelt between them, stroking himself with a hand slick from both of them, eyes dark and focused. Bella reached down first—weak, trembling fingers spreading herself open for him.

Jenny followed, copying her, both of them offering wrecked, dripping cunts like a surrender.

Ross took turns again—shallow, teasing thrusts into one, then the other—until their pleas turned ragged.

“Please… fuck… need it…”

“Harder… don’t stop…”

“Gonna come again—fuck—Ross—”

He gave it to them.

Deep. Fast. Merciless.