Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1239: Chapter 1239 Foundation

And of course Ross wouldn’t be Ross without his impeccable taste in women—and the equally obsessive, almost methodical way he trained them to their absolute limits.

He kept June hidden from Bella and Jenny for an entire month.

No introductions, no shared glances in the corridors, no overlapping schedules in the mess hall.

For thirty unrelenting days, Ross trained her like she was his personal project. No half-measures.

No mercy. He took her through the entire catalog of sexual positions—every variation, every angle, every degree of exposure and submission—and then invented new ones when the book ran dry.

He fucked her until the concept of “enough” ceased to exist.

It started slow the first week—almost gentle, deceptive.

He’d pin her to the mattress missionary-style, legs hooked over his shoulders, fifteen thick inches sliding in inch by torturous inch until she was stuffed full and gasping.

He’d hold there, motionless, letting her feel every pulsing vein, every ridge, until her walls fluttered helplessly and she begged for movement.

Then he’d give it to her—slow, deep rolls of his hips that made her come in shuddering waves, three, four, five times before he even picked up speed.

By the end of day three she was already sobbing through orgasms, pussy clenching so hard it hurt, juices soaking the sheets in dark, spreading stains.

Week two turned brutal.

He bent her over every surface in the room—the desk, the chair, the low bench by the wall, the edge of the bed.

Doggy became his favorite for stretching her limits: ass high, back arched, face pressed into the pillow while he railed her from behind, balls slapping wetly against her clit with every punishing thrust.

He’d reach around to rub furious circles over her swollen nub until she squirted—again and again—hot arcs splashing the floor, her thighs, his legs.

He counted them out loud sometimes—”Seven… eight… nine…”—voice low and satisfied as her body convulsed and her mind frayed at the edges.

He taught her to ride him reverse cowgirl, hands braced on his thighs, ass bouncing as she impaled herself over and over on his massive cock.

He’d grip her hips and force her down harder when she slowed from exhaustion, making her take every brutal inch until her legs shook and another climax ripped through her—ten, eleven, twelve in a single session.

Her pussy stayed perpetually puffy, dark red, gaping slightly every time he pulled out, only to be filled again seconds later.

Week three: he got creative.

Stacked positions—June on her back, legs wide, while he knelt between them and drove straight down into her cervix with punishing force.

Side-fuck with one leg hooked over his shoulder, letting him grind against her G-spot until she blacked out mid-orgasm and woke up still coming. Standing carries—he’d lift her completely, back against the wall, and bounce her on his cock like she weighed nothing, her arms locked around his neck, screaming his name as orgasm after orgasm tore through her until her voice cracked hoarse.

He made her come on his fingers first—three, sometimes four at once—stretching her wider, prepping her for the next round.

Then his tongue—lapping slow circles around her clit while two thick fingers curled inside her, forcing squirting climaxes that left her trembling and incoherent.

Only after she’d shattered that way would he slide his fifteen-inch monster back in, bare and relentless, flooding her depths with load after thick load until her belly felt swollen with it, creamy white leaking out around his base every time he bottomed out.

By week four, June was ruined in the best way.

Her mind had narrowed to a single, obsessive point: Ross’s big, fat cock. The stretch. The heat.

The way it filled her so completely she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t exist outside the rhythm of him pounding into her tight, greedy pussy.

She stopped counting orgasms after the first few hundred; they blurred into one endless, shattering wave.

Her body learned to come on command—sometimes just from the sight of him hardening, sometimes from the low growl in his throat when he said “come for me.”

Her pussy stayed slick and ready 24/7, dripping at the sound of his footsteps, clenching emptily when he left the room even for a minute.

She begged without shame now.

“Please—need it again—need you so deep—”

“Fill me—breed me—don’t stop—”

“Only you—only your cock—fuck—”

Ross obliged. Always. He fucked her through exhaustion, through tears of overstimulation, through the point where her limbs went limp and all she could do was whimper and take it.

He came inside her constantly—deep, pulsing floods that overflowed and ran down her thighs, marking her from the inside out.

By the end of the month her pussy was molded to him—perfectly shaped around his length, fluttering at the slightest brush of his tip against her entrance.

On the final night he laid her out on her back, legs spread wide, and took her slow—agonizingly slow—letting her feel every inch dragging in and out while he kissed her through climax after climax.

When the last one hit—violent, full-body, her back arching off the bed as she screamed silently—he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded one final, massive load, groaning against her neck as he filled her until it bubbled out around him.

June lay there afterward—sweaty, trembling, utterly spent—eyes glassy, lips parted, mind blissfully blank except for one thought looping endlessly:

Ross’s cock. Inside her. Always.

He stroked her hair, thumb brushing her cheek.

“You’re ready now,” he murmured. “Tomorrow you meet them.”

June smiled weakly, pussy still fluttering around the softening length still buried deep.

She couldn’t wait.

That night the four of them claimed Ross’s original quarters—the big suite he’d commandeered after the first lockdown.

The door locked. The lights dimmed to a low amber glow.

The air thick with anticipation and the faint, lingering scent of sex that never quite left the room anymore.

Bella and Jenny had already accepted June’s place in the hierarchy of Ross’ growing harem.