Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 347

Chapter 347: Chapter 347 Tower
Mari smiled through her tears, her voice barely above a whisper. “Because… I think this is it, Ross. I think this is the moment it happens. After all this time…” Her voice broke, but her smile remained.

Ross leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

“Then we’ll make sure of it,” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet determination.

Before Mari could respond, Ross flipped their positions with ease, pinning her beneath him. His eyes locked onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Let’s leave no room for doubt,” he said, his tone low and commanding.

Mari’s breath hitched, her heart racing as she nodded, her body already responding to him despite the exhaustion from their earlier session.

Ross didn’t waste a moment. He entered her again, his movements deliberate and powerful. Each thrust was deep and unrelenting, his cock filling her completely as he set a steady rhythm.

Mari gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as she surrendered to the intense sensations.

“Ross… oh my god,” she moaned, her voice trembling as her body arched to meet his.

Ross leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. It was passionate and demanding, leaving her breathless as he continued to move inside her.

His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and igniting every nerve ending.

For hours, they remained locked in this intimate dance. Ross’s stamina seemed endless, his determination unwavering as he poured everything he had into her.

Mari could only cling to him, her body trembling with each thrust, each wave of pleasure that washed over her.

When her body could no longer keep up, she collapsed beneath him, her limbs weak and her breath coming in short gasps. But Ross wasn’t done.

He slowed his pace, his movements becoming gentler but no less purposeful as he brought her to the edge again and again.

Time lost all meaning as they stayed intertwined, their connection deepening with every passing moment.

Ross ensured that every ounce of his seed was spent inside her, his movements deliberate as if his very essence was willing her wish to come true.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn began to filter through the curtains, they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, their bodies utterly spent.

Mari rested her head on Ross’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.

“I think we made sure,” she whispered, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

Ross chuckled, pulling her closer as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“We definitely did,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction and love.

Mari smiled, her eyes drifting closed as exhaustion finally claimed her. In Ross’s arms, she felt safe, cherished, and deeply content.

Reina on the other hand had spied on their marathon hard fucking and so chose to not disturb them instead all throughout.

***

The day after midterms arrived, and the air in school was thick with tension. Students shuffled around with exhausted faces, their minds still replaying the questions they struggled to answer.

For most, the exams were a brutal ordeal. For Ross, however, they were a mere formality.

He was, after all, practically the smartest man alive—a fact he didn’t need to flaunt because everyone around him already knew it.

His wives, on the other hand, had to work for their grades. Ross might have enhanced their physical beauty to near-perfection, but he’d deliberately left their intellects untouched.

It wasn’t out of kindness but practicality; if they suddenly became prodigies overnight, it would raise eyebrows, and Ross didn’t need that kind of attention.

For now, it was enough that they had him as their secret weapon, helping them cram when needed and calming their nerves when panic set in.

When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the exams, a collective sigh of relief rippled through the school.

The usual chatter returned to the hallways, and students began planning how to unwind after the stressful week.

“Ross, let’s go out tonight! I want to celebrate!” Dennis’s booming voice broke through the noise. His round face was practically glowing with excitement, and his energy was infectious.

“Oh? What’s the occasion?” Ross asked, raising an eyebrow with a curious smile.

“He got himself his first girlfriend, Ross. That’s why,” Daryl interjected, smirking as he stepped in beside Dennis.

“A girlfriend? That’s good news indeed,” Ross said, his voice carrying genuine warmth.

“Well done, Dennis. I never doubted you for a second.” He clapped Dennis on the shoulder, the gesture filled with camaraderie.

“Well, it’s not like she had a choice,” Daryl teased, unable to hold back his grin.

“The guy practically showered the bitch with gifts until she said yes. It was like watching a live soap opera.”

“Take that back!” Dennis’s face darkened as he turned to Daryl, his usually cheerful demeanor replaced by uncharacteristic anger. Despite his hefty frame, there was an intimidating determination in his stance.

“Whoa, chill, man! It was just a joke,” Daryl said quickly, raising his hands in a placating gesture.

“Why’re you getting so worked up? I thought it was bros before hoes.”

“Say whatever you want about me, but don’t insult Stacy,” Dennis shot back, his tone deadly serious.

“I’m not joking, Daryl. She’s the love of my life.” His anger melted away as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a dreamy look that was almost comical.

“She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl.”

Ross chuckled, his interest piqued by Dennis’s fervor.

“Now you’ve got me curious about Stacy. I’m looking forward to meeting her. Let’s make it tonight —eat, drink, sing, and dance. We’ll make it a night to remember.”

“Are you bringing your wives, Ross?” Daryl asked, his eyes lighting up with anticipation.

“Why? So you can simp over them again?” Dennis teased, his grin returning.

“Why not?” Daryl shot back shamelessly.

“Ross’s wives are literal goddesses. You think I’m ashamed to admit it? Hell no. I know I’ll never land girls like that, so I might as well admire from a distance.” He laughed, but the look in his eyes revealed just how much he idolized Ross’s partners, especially Althea Quinn, whose global fame had made her a household name.

Ross laughed along with them, shaking his head.

“Nope. Not bringing them. That’d turn our little celebration into a full-blown event, and I’m not in the mood for that. It’ll just be me. Let’s meet at The Tower at seven.”

“Perfect! This is going to be epic,” Dennis said, raising his hand for a high five. Ross obliged, their palms smacking together in a satisfying clap.

“Finally, something fun after those nightmare midterms,” Daryl added, echoing the gesture.