Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Intimate Lips
Tears pricked at her eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. Her jaw tightened as she tried to summon the courage to push him away, to stand up for herself.

But her body remained frozen, weighed down by the crushing realization that she was utterly trapped.

Ross leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that only she could hear.

“You don’t need to feel guilty,” he said, his tone deceptively soothing. “Your husband doesn’t deserve you—not like this. I’m showing you what you’ve been missing, what you truly crave. A man with a tiny baby dick like your husband is not enough to satisfy this perfect female body you have, Gwen. Only I could do that. Only I can let you experience how it is to be a woman in its truest sense.”

His words twisted like a knife in her chest, each one chipping away at the fragile remnants of her resolve.

She hated him for what he was doing, but more than that, she hated herself for the weakness she felt.

The room seemed to close in around her, the walls pressing against her as if mocking her inability to escape.

Ross leaned back, his expression one of smug triumph. “See?” he said, his tone almost kind, though it carried a sinister undertone. “You were made for this. Stop fighting what you can’t change.”

The words lingered in the air, heavy with finality. Gwen closed her eyes, her breath hitching as the weight of her situation pressed down on her.

She felt like a puppet, her strings pulled by a man who reveled in her despair.

For a fleeting moment, she thought of her husband—the man she loved, the man who would never forgive her if he knew what had happened tonight.

Shame and despair clawed at her chest, threatening to consume her entirely. She wanted to scream, to cry, to disappear, but all she could do was lie there, motionless, as Ross’s words echoed in her mind.

“You can’t fight it,” he added, his voice softer now, almost tender. “This is who you are now.”

Gwen’s chest tightened, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, the sting grounding her momentarily in the storm of her emotions.

But no matter how much she wanted to believe otherwise, there was no waking up from this nightmare.

Ross knelt on the bed, his hands grasping the waistband of Gwen’s panties with a firm but calculated grip.

She tensed immediately, her hands darting to stop him, fingers curling around the elastic in a desperate attempt to hold her modesty.

The room buzzed with tension, their silent struggle punctuated only by the soft rustle of fabric and Gwen’s short, panicked breaths.

“Ross, stop!” she hissed, her voice betraying more uncertainty than conviction. But Ross didn’t falter. He yanked harder, the delicate fabric stretching dangerously under the strain.

Gwen’s resistance faltered for just a moment, and that was all it took. With a final pull, the panties slid down her thighs, leaving her utterly exposed.

Gwen gasped, her cheeks burning with humiliation and frustration as she quickly moved to cover herself.

Ross didn’t give her the chance. His shirt and pants hit the floor in quick succession, and in seconds, he stood before her as bare as the day he was born.

Gwen’s eyes betrayed her, darting downward despite herself. What she saw made her breath hitch.

Her gaze locked onto Ross’s manhood, and her thoughts swirled in a chaotic storm of shock and disbelief.

Ross was already as hard as a rock!

It was massive—far larger, thicker, and more commanding than she had ever imagined. The veins crisscrossing its length stood out in bold relief, pulsating with a vitality that made it seem alive.

The swollen head, flushed an angry red, seemed almost otherworldly in size and shape, glistening faintly in the dim light.

It was nothing like her husband’s unimpressive little dick, which now seemed laughable in comparison.

Ross smirked knowingly, catching the wide-eyed, transfixed expression on Gwen’s face.

“Do you like what you see, Gwen?” he asked, his voice a low, teasing purr. The smug confidence in his tone only deepened her embarrassment, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away.

Gwen swallowed hard, her throat dry, her lips trembling as she struggled to form a coherent response. But Ross didn’t need her answer. The look in her eyes said everything he needed to know.

She was awestruck, overwhelmed by the sheer presence of him.

“Speechless?” he teased, taking a step closer. The bed dipped under his weight as he loomed over her, his broad frame casting a shadow across her trembling form.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you won’t forget this moment.”

His hands moved with purpose, spreading Gwen’s legs apart despite her weak protests. Her body betrayed her; she barely resisted as he shifted closer, positioning himself between her thighs.

For the first time, Ross saw her completely exposed. His breath caught for a moment, and his smirk widened into a grin of pure satisfaction.

Gwen’s pussy was a work of art indeed just like every inch of her body. Her mound was neatly trimmed, the fine line of hair framing her femininity with deliberate care.

The soft, creamy skin of her inner thighs was flawless, the pale hue contrasting beautifully with the flush of pink that adorned her intimate lips.

Her clit peeked out timidly, adding an irresistible allure to the sight before him. Ross took a moment to savor the view, his eyes roaming over her, drinking in every detail.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. His hand brushed against her thigh, the touch light and teasing, sending a shiver coursing through her body.

Gwen’s heart raced as she felt the heat of him so close, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, shame, and an undeniable pull of forbidden excitement.

Ross shifted slightly, the weight of his body pressing closer as he angled himself toward her. “This,” he said, his voice a mix of amusement and authority, “is going to change everything.”