Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 381

Chapter 381: Chapter 381 Bucket
“Can I help you?” Ross asked, his voice low and dangerously composed.

The leader of the group stepped forward, a leering grin spreading across his face.

“Help? Oh, we’re here to help ourselves. You’ve got something we want, pretty boy,” he said, his gaze shifting to Jessica.

Jessica’s hands remained steady as she nursed her drink, her calm composure a stark contrast to the tension filling the room.

She didn’t flinch or waver, her confidence rooted in one simple fact—Ross was there. With him by her side, she felt like the safest woman in the world.

Ross, on the other hand, moved up from the bed and stood still as a statue, his piercing eyes methodically assessing each man in the room.

His expression was unreadable, but the subtle shift in his posture radiated an unspoken warning.

Danger lurked beneath his calm exterior, and anyone who knew Ross would recognize it immediately.

“You’ve got about five seconds to turn around and walk out of here,” Ross said, his tone calm but laced with an unmistakable threat.

“Otherwise, you’ll regret stepping through that door.”

The leader laughed, a harsh, mocking sound.

“Tough talk for a guy outnumbered ten to one. What are you gonna do, rich boy? Throw some cash at us?”

Ross smiled coldly. “Something like that.”

Jessica could feel the tension rising, her annoyance on how these men broke her honeymoon atmosphere mingling with awe as she watched Ross confront the gang without a hint of hesitation.

She didn’t know what was about to happen, but one thing was certain—these men had no idea who they were dealing with.

“Hahaha! You’re making me laugh, boy. Hands up, or you’ll die where you stand,” a familiar, smooth voice sneered from among the group.

Ross turned his head slightly, and his eyes landed on the handsome man from earlier—the same one who had dared to offer an exchange of women.

The man now held a gun, his cocky grin twisted with malice.

“So, it’s you again,” Ross said, his voice calm yet razor-sharp.

“No wonder more filth followed—you were the one who led them here. Guess the saying’s true: shit really does love company.”

The handsome man’s grin faltered for a split second, but he quickly recovered, waving his gun as a show of authority.

Ross, however, remained unfazed, standing firm before the ten men without so much as a flinch.

The apparent leader of the group stepped forward, his voice commanding.

“Don’t shoot! We don’t want to alarm the rest of the guests in the resort. Just beat him to a pulp, tie him up, and we’ll give him one last show to remember before we bury him six feet under.”

“Copy that, boss!” the lackeys responded, grinning as they moved to surround Ross. They closed in, their smug confidence growing with each step.

Jessica sat motionless on the bed, her drink still in hand, her gaze fixed on Ross. Unlike the intruders, she knew better than to underestimate him.

When the men were just a few feet away, Ross finally spoke, his voice steady and laced with amusement.

“Normally, I’d be happy to entertain a group of clowns like you. But not tonight. I have a wedding to consummate.” He smirked, lifting his hand.

“So, I’ll let someone else handle this.”

With a snap of his fingers—

Poof!

All ten men vanished in an instant, their bodies disappearing as though they had never been there at all.

Jessica blinked, her jaw slightly agape as she processed what had just happened. She had braced herself for bloodshed, expecting Ross to unleash his usual fury, but this… this was entirely unexpected.

“Where did you send them, Ross?” she asked, her voice laced with both curiosity and disbelief.

Ross turned to her with a grin, his expression as casual as if he’d just swatted a fly.

“Somewhere fun,” he replied, his tone light.

Jessica raised an eyebrow. “Fun?”

Ross shrugged as he moved to sit beside her, completely unbothered by the interruption.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just say they’ll have plenty of time to reflect on their choices. Now,” he added, leaning closer to her, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone, “where were we?”

Jessica couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. Only Ross could make an event like that feel like a minor inconvenience.

And just like that, the ten men were forgotten—at least by Ross. Whatever he had planned for them, it was clear he had far more important matters to focus on tonight.

Ross finally turned his full attention to Jessica, his focus unwavering.

Within moments, the room was filled with the unmistakable sounds of her pleasure, her soft moans rising like a melody that danced through the air, a testament to her newfound happiness.

***

Somewhere else in the vast multiverse, ten men were running and screaming in terror, their cries echoing endlessly into the void.

“Nooooooo!” one of them wailed, only to be snatched up by an unseen monster.

The sound of crunching bones and tearing flesh filled the air as he was devoured whole.

Yet, just five breaths later, his body reappeared—whole and intact, as if nothing had happened.

“Run! Runnnn!” another man shrieked, his voice raw with panic. But it was futile.

One by one, each of them met gruesome, horrific deaths at the hands of the monstrous entities lurking in the shadows.

Their screams pierced the darkness, only to be silenced temporarily before their bodies were resurrected—whole and unharmed—once again.

The monsters, initially amused by their endless deaths, quickly grew bored of the cycle.

Instead, they began to experiment, their grotesque imaginations devising new, excruciating tortures for their undying playthings.

Limbs were torn apart slowly, organs extracted while the men were still conscious, and psychological horrors inflicted that defied comprehension.

The ten fools had been granted a twisted form of immortality, but it was a curse, not a gift.

This was not life.

It was a perpetual nightmare, a torment far worse than the depths of any hell they could have imagined.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” Their anguished screams reverberated endlessly, unbroken and unending, destined to continue for all eternity.