Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 343

Chapter 343: Chapter 343 Gratitude
“Comingggggggg!” Ayla’s world shattered as she finally gave in, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she reached her peak.

Her body convulsed around him, gripping him tightly as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

And yet, even as the pleasure consumed her, a small voice in the back of her mind whispered of the betrayal she couldn’t take back.

But in this moment, as Ross continued to claim her without mercy, there was no room for regret—only the all-encompassing heat of his possession.

“Hahhhhh…”

“Hahhhh…”

“Hahhhhh…”

Ayla caught her breath, her body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm. It had been the best one yet.

She slumped in Kevin’s chair, but her reprieve was short-lived.

Ross scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her bridal style, and laid her gently onto the bed.

“Hmmph!” Kevin’s breath hitched as he saw the evidence of their union—thick streams of cum dripping from Ayla’s thoroughly ravished swollen pussy, staining the floor.

His heart shattered into a million pieces, the sight burning itself into his mind.

Ayla, even in her debauched state, looked breathtakingly beautiful—a cruel paradox that only deepened his despair.

But his torment was far from over. Ross didn’t stop.

For hours, he claimed Ayla again and again, a relentless display of dominance that left Kevin trapped in silent agony.

He wanted to close his eyes, to escape into unconsciousness, but he was powerless to look away.

Every moment felt like an eternity as he was forced to witness the depravity unfold.

At long last, after countless hours, Ayla screamed Ross’s name one final time before collapsing in exhaustion.

Ross, finally sated, leaned back with a satisfied smirk.

“Jessica,” he called out casually, “the show’s over. Kindly assist our guest out.”

A pair of crutches materialized before Jessica, as if summoned by magic.

By now, nothing Ross did surprised her anymore.

She approached Kevin, freeing him from his bindings and helping him to his feet.

Kevin was too broken to resist as she guided him out of the cabin.

Once she returned, she hesitated before addressing Ross.

“Aren’t you concerned he might talk about what happened here?”

Ross chuckled, his confidence unshaken.

“Oh, he will. And when he does, he’ll get a pleasant surprise.” He laughed again, his tone dripping with menace, before settling back into bed, entirely unbothered by what Kevin might do next.

***

“Fuck you, Ross! You’re going to jail for what you did,” Kevin fumed silently, his mind racing.

This solo cruise was supposed to be his chance to unwind, to escape his problems—especially the frustration of dealing with his brain-dead girlfriend.

Instead, he’d been thrust into a nightmarish reality that defied all logic.

Reality had warped so cruelly around him, and he was still reeling from the supernatural horror he’d witnessed.

Desperate for answers, Kevin grabbed his phone and dialed Ayla’s parents, hoping they could shed light on what had really happened to her.

But the moment the call connected, an invisible force gripped him—a sharp, excruciating pain that wrapped around his groin like a vice.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Kevin screamed, collapsing to the floor as a searing agony overtook him.

His voice echoed through the ship’s corridors, drawing the attention of nearby passengers who rushed to his cabin, concerned.

“What happened? Are you okay?” they asked, helping him to his feet.

“P-please call the po—” Kevin began, but before he could finish, the same unbearable pain returned, this time twice as intense.

“Noooooooo!” he shrieked, clutching himself as his legs gave out. He could feel it—his most precious parts were being crushed beyond repair.

The realization hit him like a freight train: this wasn’t natural. This was Ross.

Powerless to escape the curse, Kevin could only curl up in anguish, tears streaming down his face.

The concerned passengers pressed him for answers, but all he could do was sob, broken and defeated, as the weight of Ross’s cruel power settled over him.

***

An hour later, Ayla stirred from her restless sleep.

Her body ached in places she didn’t know could hurt, and her mind felt heavy, as if caught in a haze.

Slowly sitting up, she looked around the dimly lit room and noticed a neatly folded set of clothes on a nearby table.

The outfit was stylish yet undeniably provocative, complete with a matching pair of lacy underwear.

She stared at it for a moment, her emotions conflicted, before resigning herself to the inevitable.

Dressing in silence, Ayla moved deliberately, taking care to steady herself on shaky legs.

Once dressed, she caught sight of Jessica seated in a shadowy corner of the room.

The beautiful woman leaned against the wall, a half-empty bottle of liquor in her hand.

Her once-poised demeanor had crumbled, replaced by a slouched posture and tear-streaked cheeks.

Jessica’s eyes were distant, her thoughts clearly elsewhere, but the faint flush of her cheeks betrayed her drunkenness.

“Are you okay?” Ayla asked gently, her voice soft but clear.

Jessica blinked and turned her head slightly, as if only just realizing Ayla was awake.

For a moment, her expression was unreadable, but then tears began to well up in her eyes again.

“I don’t know,” Jessica whispered, her voice trembling. She took another swig from the bottle, the liquid offering no comfort.

“I’m sorry, Ayla. If I hadn’t entertained Kevin’s company, none of this would’ve happened to you.”

Jessica’s voice cracked, and she began to sob, the weight of guilt pressing heavily on her shoulders.

Ayla, ever compassionate despite her own pain, approached slowly.

Her instincts told her Jessica needed someone to lean on, someone to remind her she wasn’t alone.

“It’s not your fault,” Ayla said, her tone firm but kind as she knelt beside Jessica and pulled her into a hug.

“If you hadn’t done what you did, I’d probably still be in a brain-dead coma right now. I don’t know how Ross manages to do the things he does—he’s like something out of a nightmare. But one thing I do know is that we’ll get through this, Jessica. No matter how hard it seems right now, there’s so much in life worth living for.”

Jessica stiffened for a moment before breaking down completely, her sobs muffled against Ayla’s shoulder.

“Hak! Hak! Hak!” She cried in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling violently.

Ayla’s own emotions began to surface. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over as she quietly joined Jessica in her grief.

The room filled with the sound of their shared pain, a raw and unfiltered expression of everything they had endured.

The two women hugged again, their connection solidifying into something far stronger than either of them could have anticipated.

In that moment, they weren’t just two victims bound by tragedy—they were survivors, ready to face whatever came next.

Unbeknownst to either of them, this was the beginning of a bond that would endure far beyond their current struggles, a friendship that would span not just years, but countless eons, standing as a testament to their resilience and the unbreakable strength of the human spirit.