Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Chapter 171 Reassignment
Police Officer Asher was buzzing with excitement.

Lying on his bed, his back turned to his sleeping wife, he was engrossed in his phone, his fingers dancing over the screen as he composed a bold message.

“How about it, Detective Gwen? Be my slut for one night, and I’ll forget I ever heard you fucking a college student,” he typed, a wide grin spreading across his face as he hit send.

He chuckled to himself, imagining Gwen’s reaction, but his smug confidence quickly froze when his phone buzzed barely three seconds later.

“Grrrrr…” The vibration jolted him, and he glanced at the screen. What he saw made his eyes widen in disbelief.

“Okay. Come pick me up at home. Park a block away from my house. See you there in 30 minutes. Don’t be late. This is the only chance I’ll give you,” the message read.

“What the f—” Asher muttered, reading it again to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him.

A wave of adrenaline shot through his body. Gwen had actually agreed? He couldn’t believe his luck.

Without wasting another second, Asher jumped out of bed and leaned down to whisper to his wife, who stirred slightly at his movement.

“Something came up. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said, placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

His wife opened her sleepy eyes, her face etched with concern. “Be careful, hon. It’s late.”

“Don’t worry,” Asher said, flashing her a reassuring smile. “Your man is stronger than Superman. Remember that.” He forced down the pang of guilt gnawing at him, focusing instead on the fire of anticipation that coursed through his veins. Tonight, he was listening to his dick more than his conscience.

He left the room in hushed, excited steps, trying to keep his composure but unable to fully contain the thrill.

Once outside, Asher moved quickly, his heart racing as he approached his car.

His mind spun with thoughts of Gwen, her lips, her body, the way he would finally have her—

Then he froze.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a shadow moving near the edge of the driveway.

“What the—” he muttered, turning his head just in time to see a massive figure barreling toward him.

Bang!

The force of the collision knocked him off his feet, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Dazed and struggling to breathe, Asher instinctively reached for his gun, but before he could draw it, his attacker swatted it away with a brutal slap.

The man didn’t stop there. A heavy hand cracked across Asher’s face once, twice, three times in rapid succession, leaving him stunned and disoriented.

The world spun, his vision blurry as he gasped for air, realizing far too late that this night was not going to end the way he’d imagined.

“You messed with the wrong woman, boy. My boss sends his regards,” a deep, gravelly voice growled.

Asher blinked through the haze of pain and disorientation, his eyes focusing on his attacker—a hulking man with impossibly broad shoulders.

His face was obscured by a menacing demon mask, the blood-red eyes of the mask gleaming under the faint streetlight.

Adrenaline surged through Asher’s veins, and he tried to fight back, but before he could even lift his arms, the masked man struck.

“Puchi!”

The sound was wet and sickening.

The man’s massive hand shot down to Asher’s groin, clamping like a vice. Before Asher could comprehend what was happening, there was an excruciating pull—swift and merciless.

The world around him blurred as his entire body seized in agony.

His balls and cock were torn away in one horrific motion, leaving nothing but a gory mess.

“AHHHHHHHHH!”

Asher’s scream shattered the stillness of the night, a primal howl of pain and despair that echoed through the neighborhood.

Lights flickered on in nearby houses as neighbors stirred, alarmed by the commotion.

Inside his own home, his wife woke with a start, panic gripping her chest as she rushed to the window.

On the ground, Asher writhed in agony, his life spilling out in hot streams of blood.

The masked man loomed over him for a moment longer, his voice cold and final.

“Let this be a lesson. Be a good girl from now on.”

And with that, the demon-masked figure disappeared into the shadows, leaving Asher broken, bloodied, and screaming under the cold, indifferent gaze of the moon.

“Asher!”

Penny was the first to reach him, her face pale with terror as she took in the grisly sight.

Blood soaked the ground, pooling beneath Asher’s broken body.

His groin was a mangled mess, his hands pressing desperately against the wound as he writhed in agony.

Asher’s screams had subsided to ragged gasps, but his face was twisted in a grimace of unbearable pain.

His training had kicked in, keeping him conscious despite the blood loss, but panic set in as he fully grasped the extent of his injuries.

“Penny!” he shouted, his voice hoarse and desperate. “Call an ambulance—now! Hurry!”

Penny hesitated only for a second before snapping into action, fumbling for her phone with trembling hands.

She dialed 911, her voice cracking as she relayed the emergency.

“Please, send help! My husband—he’s bleeding badly! He needs an ambulance right away!”

Within minutes, the flashing lights of the ambulance illuminated the dark street.

Paramedics worked swiftly, stabilizing Asher as Penny hovered nearby, tears streaming down her face.

***

Five hours later, Penny sat in a sterile hospital corridor, wringing her hands as exhaustion weighed heavily on her.

When the doctor finally emerged, his expression was one of practiced calm, but the tired lines on his face spoke volumes.

“Mrs. Summers,” he began gently, “your husband is stable now. We were able to stop the bleeding and save his life.”

Penny exhaled a shaky breath of relief, but the doctor’s somber tone told her there was more.

“However,” he continued, “I’m afraid we couldn’t save his reproductive organs. There might have been a small chance of reattachment, but…” He hesitated, his voice lowering.

“Since they weren’t recovered at the scene, we had no choice but to close the wound to prevent further complications.”

Penny stared at him, the words sinking in like lead weights. She bit her lip, her hands clutching the hem of her blouse as she struggled to process the news.

The doctor sighed, glancing at her worried face and then, involuntarily, at her figure.

Penny was undeniably beautiful, her long hair framing her delicate features, her curves accentuated even in her modest outfit.

He couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity—not just for her husband’s condition, but for what it meant for their marriage.

“Asher will need plenty of rest and support,” the doctor added, his professional mask slipping back into place.

“Physically, he’ll recover. But emotionally… it may take some time.”

Penny nodded numbly, her mind already swirling with questions and fears about what the future held.

She thanked the doctor quietly before stepping into Asher’s room, where her husband lay pale and exhausted, his eyes closed.

She pushed her worries aside for now, taking his hand in hers. Whatever lay ahead, they would have to face it together.

***

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