Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 379

Chapter 379: Chapter 379 Fold
January came, and with it, the start of the winter semester. Ross was now a second-year college student pursuing a business degree.

Originally, he had chosen the course because it was the cheapest available at his school, aligning with his once-tight budget.

However, now that he was unimaginably wealthy, he saw no reason to change it.

The course was manageable, and despite his growing fortune, Ross wasn’t particularly interested in academics.

For him, it was a box to check rather than a passion to pursue.

One evening, as the frost settled outside, Ross gathered his wives in the spacious living room of his luxurious home.

He had an announcement to make, and they all sensed it was something significant.

Clearing his throat, he addressed the group with a tone that commanded their full attention.

“I want you all to know something,” he began, pausing to gauge their reactions.

“I’ve decided to marry again.”

The room grew quiet, and then a wave of murmurs rippled through his wives.

Ross raised a hand to quiet them and continued, listing the names of the five women he intended to marry: Mari, Stephany, Jessica, Rose, and Ayla.

Each name seemed to spark its own ripple of surprise or intrigue among the gathered women.

He didn’t stop there. Ross had also approached Emma, a woman who had been a significant part of his life, to see if she would join his ever-growing harem.

However, Emma had steadfastly declined. Her reasoning was clear: she wanted to raise her daughter, Erica, in a stable and conventional environment.

Having a father figure with multiple wives didn’t fit into the world she wanted for Erica.

“Ross,” she had told him firmly, “I can’t let Erica grow up in a home like that. She deserves stability, and I can’t give her that if I’m part of your marriage.”

Emma offered him a compromise. In Erica’s eyes, Ross would remain a close and trusted friend.

Behind closed doors, however, they would continue as lovers. Ross accepted her terms without argument.

He knew he could have pressed the matter further—after all, his wealth and influence gave him considerable power.

But he chose not to.

He valued Emma too much to force her into a situation she wasn’t ready for.

Besides, their current arrangement suited him just fine. He had the intimacy he wanted, and Emma had her peace of mind.

Hazel, another significant woman in his life, had also been approached. But like Emma, she declined—though for different reasons.

“It’s too soon,” she explained. “I want to wait a few more years before making things official. I need to think about my parents, too. It would be too much for them to find out that both Althea and I have fallen for the same man.”

Ross respected her decision, even if it wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

Patience, after all, had its rewards, and he was confident Hazel would eventually join his family on her own terms.

By the end of January, Ross had officially married five new women, bringing the total number of his wives to 17.

There was no elaborate honeymoon—no extravagant trips or grand displays.

Instead, they celebrated privately in Parkland City, surrounded by the opulence Ross’s wealth afforded them.

The wedding night was a spectacle in itself. In the intimacy of his home, Ross and his wives came together to consummate their union, each moment steeped in passion and excess.

The scene was one of boundless indulgence, a testament to Ross’s growing power and the life he had built for himself.

As January gave way to February, Ross found himself at the center of a life most could only dream of.

He was wealthy, powerful, and surrounded by beautiful women who adored him.

Yet, even as his harem expanded, he remained keenly aware that not everything in life could be bought or forced—something Emma and Hazel had taught him well.

This February held something special for Ross—something he had carefully planned and anticipated.

It was finally time to take Jessica’s cherry.

Unlike some of his other wives, Jessica was untouched, and Ross, despite his indulgent lifestyle, wasn’t heartless enough to let such an intimate moment be witnessed by others.

He wanted this to be special for her, devoid of embarrassment, messy blood, or unnecessary pain in front of an audience.

To make the experience memorable, Ross decided to save her for last.

He planned an exclusive trip for just the two of them, ensuring they would have the privacy and intimacy needed for such a momentous occasion.

After some thought, he chose a beach setting—a tranquil, romantic backdrop where they could escape the demands of their everyday lives and focus solely on each other.

One weekend in February, Ross and Jessica left Parkland City and headed to a secluded beach resort.

The destination was breathtaking—white sands stretched endlessly under a golden sun, and the azure waves sparkled like liquid gemstones.

Their villa, perched just steps from the shore, was designed for romance, with luxurious amenities and sweeping views of the ocean.

As they settled in, Ross made sure Jessica felt at ease. He spent the day with her, indulging her every whim.

They walked along the shoreline, collected seashells, and laughed as the waves lapped at their feet.

By evening, the sky was ablaze with the colors of the setting sun, casting a warm, golden glow over the water.

***

“A penny for your thoughts?”

Jessica was startled out of her quiet introspection by a deep, smooth voice.

She had been enjoying the peaceful view in silence, the ocean breeze gently brushing against her face, when the unexpected intrusion broke her reverie.

Turning her head, she saw an incredibly handsome man standing nearby, his smile effortlessly charming.

A strange sense of déjà vu washed over her, and her stomach sank.

She had been in a similar situation before—one that hadn’t ended well.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her tone polite but firm.

“I’m already married, and my husband is with me right now. Please leave.”

Jessica turned away, making it clear she had no intention of entertaining the man further.

“Does marriage prohibit you from making new friends? From talking to other men? If so, being married sounds like a rather spooky prospect,” the man quipped, his playful tone laced with humor.

His grin widened as he delivered the line, clearly hoping to lighten the mood.