Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 313

Chapter 313: Chapter 313 Portal
“Ace of hearts!” someone exclaimed as the final card was revealed. The room erupted into a mix of cheers and tense murmurs. All eyes darted to Ross, then to the women behind him.

Of the three, only Althea’s expression remained unchanged, her calm demeanor unshaken despite the high-stakes tension.

The other two—Maya and Gwen—looked visibly terrified, their gazes darting anxiously between Ross and the leering men surrounding them.

“Show your hands,” the dealer said, his voice steady despite the mounting tension.

“I’ve got four of a kind!” Mr. Adams declared triumphantly, throwing his cards onto the table for everyone to see. The room erupted in cheers.

“Great hand, boss! You’re unbeatable!”

“Unreal! I can’t believe I might get Althea Quinn in my bed tonight!”

“Shut up! The man’s got more than a dozen women! I wouldn’t even know where to start!”

“All of them are absolute stunners!”

The goons laughed and cheered, their excitement filling the room. It took a full three minutes before Mr. Adams raised a hand, signaling them to calm down.

The room fell silent again, though the smug satisfaction on Mr. Adams’s face remained.

“And you, Mr. Oakley?” Mr. Adams said, his tone dripping with false courtesy.

“Let’s see your cards.”

Ross didn’t speak. Instead, he smiled—a calm, deliberate expression—and began placing his cards on the table, one by one.

The first card: the Jack of Hearts.

The second: the King of Hearts.

The room erupted once more, but this time it wasn’t in celebration.

“A royal flush?!” one of the goons shouted in disbelief.

“What the fuck?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” another yelled. The air was thick with outrage, and the goons surged forward, their anger palpable.

Mr. Adams, however, remained unnervingly composed. His sharp gaze flicked to the dealer.

“You cheated,” the dealer accused, pointing a trembling finger at Ross.

“You had the 3 of Clubs and the 4 of Diamonds. How did you switch them?”

Ross’s smile widened, calm and unfazed.

“How did you know my cards?” he asked, his tone cutting. He leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of effortless confidence.

“It seems this was a sham all along, Mr. Adams.”

The accusation hung heavy in the room. Mr. Adams narrowed his eyes, but before he could respond, the reality of the situation became clear. Ross and his women were surrounded—fifty to four.

There was no other ending to this scene, and everyone in the room knew it.

The goons moved closer, forming a tight circle around Ross and the women. The air buzzed with anticipation, a killer’s calm before the strike.

“Checkmate, Mr. Oakley,” Mr. Adams said, finally shedding the pretense of civility. His grin turned vicious, his eyes gleaming with malice.

“I can’t say I don’t admire your composure. Or…” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a cruel whisper. “Do you want to watch me fuck your women in front of you?”

The room fell silent, the weight of his words suffocating. Mr. Adams no longer bothered to hide the monster he truly was.

Ross remained seated, his smile never faltering, as though he were still in control. And perhaps he was.

“Mr. Adams,” Ross began with a sly grin, “I just have one question. How exactly do you plan to fuck my girls when you don’t even have the cock to use for that occasion?”

The room fell silent for a split second before chaos erupted.

“PUCHI!”

The sound was sharp and gut-wrenching, followed by collective screams of agony.

Mr. Adams and his goons dropped to the floor, writhing in pain as they clutched at the bloody stumps where their manhood had once been.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Their anguished cries echoed through the room, raw and haunting. Ross sat still, a picture of calm amidst the carnage. He hadn’t lifted a finger.

“Althea.”

She smiled coyly, spinning a blood-stained wind blade in her hand. The thing disappeared to thin air after a moment. “What did you say again? I didn’t seem to hear you correctly the first time.” Althea asked Mr. Adams a question, but he couldn’t respond. He was lying on the floor, screaming in great pain.

“What did you do?” one of the injured men choked out.

“My… my favorite toy is gone!”

“I’ll kill you all!” another screamed, clutching at his severed parts. He pulled a gun from his pocket, but before he could aim, his hand hit the floor, neatly severed at the wrist. His scream doubled in intensity.

“FUCKKKKKKKKKK!” A new round of screaming ensued.

“Not yet, my love,” Ross said smoothly, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. He turned to the groaning figures sprawled across the floor, blood pooling beneath them.

“I have something special planned for them.”

Althea’s eyes sparkled with a twisted delight.

“As you wish.”

Ross raised his hand, and a shimmering portal materialized in the room, its edges crackling with an eerie, otherworldly energy.

From within, a battalion of masked men emerged, each towering and clad in ominous black. The demon masks they wore concealed their faces, but their overwhelming presence sent chills through the room. There more than 300 of them demon masked puppets.

“What… what is this?” Mr. Adams stammered, his voice breaking with terror.

“Meet my puppets,” Ross said, his grin widening.

“They’ll make sure you don’t die too quickly.”

The masked men responded in eerie unison, “We understand, Master.”

Without hesitation, they descended upon the injured men.

“No, wait!”

“What are you doing?!”

“Don’t take my pants off! STOP!”

The room filled with more screams as the puppets began their “punishment.” The men’s agonized cries mixed with sobs, creating a cacophony of despair.

Jessica, standing in the corner, paled visibly.

“This… this isn’t real,” she whispered before fainting.

Her body floated mid-air, caught effortlessly by Ross. He cradled her in his arms as if she weighed nothing.

“I think it’s time we left,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

As Ross turned to leave, Mr. Adams sobbed, reaching out weakly.

“Mr. Oakley! Please! Forgive us! We didn’t know!”

Ross didn’t even glance back.

“You’ll remember this lesson for the rest of your miserable lives… however long that may be.”

He strode out the door, followed closely by Althea, Gwen, and Maya, leaving behind a scene of utter horror.

Mr. A and his goons would be completely be drained and killed after three days of relentless and continuous fucking.