Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 434

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The children watched in silence as Tristan walked toward the gates, his bags slung over his shoulders.

The weight of his departure hung heavy in the air, pressing down on the little ones who had grown so attached to him.

His footsteps were slow, hesitant, but he didn’t turn back.

“Where are you going, Tristan?” one boy asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Big brother, please stay!” another pleaded.

“Don’t leave, big brother Tristan!”

Their cries rang through the air, desperate and full of sorrow, but Tristan had no words to offer them.

His heart ached, but his mind was made up.

His relationship with Faith had grown complicated, tangled in emotions he could no longer ignore.

Staying would only make things worse.

So, without another word, he walked away.

Minutes later, Riley descended the stairs, walking alongside Faith.

But the moment the children saw him, especially the younger ones, their grief turned into anger.

“We hate you!”

“You made big brother Tristan leave!”

“We don’t want you here!”

Tears streamed down their faces, their tiny fists clenched.

Some of the older ones remained silent, their gazes filled with quiet resentment.

Faith instinctively stepped forward to defend Ross, but he gently raised a hand to stop her.

There was no need—he would handle this himself.

Taking a step closer, Ross faced the children with an easy, composed smile.

“Hello, everyone. My name is Ross,” he said, his voice calm yet firm.

“I know this must be hard for you—Tristan leaving and me suddenly stepping in to take his place. But that’s just how life is. Nothing stays the same forever. We grow, we move on, and sometimes things don’t happen the way we want them to. But you know what?”

He let the words settle for a moment before continuing.

“That’s what makes life interesting. There are bad times and good times, ups and downs. And speaking of good times…” His smile widened. “Who’s up for some food and shopping?”

The children remained silent, hesitant, still trapped in their sadness. But then, a tiny voice broke through the quiet.

“Mister… can I have some ice cream today?” a little girl asked, her big, tear-filled eyes peeking up at him.

Ross’s smile softened. “Of course. I’ll get you all ice cream—and more.”

Murmurs spread among the kids, their anger fading, replaced by curiosity and excitement.

One by one, their expressions brightened, and soon, cheers erupted.

That day, Ross took every single child from the charity out shopping.

No one was left behind.

They roamed the city, their laughter filling the air as Ross bought them everything they wanted—from mountains of ice cream to new clothes, shiny shoes, and the latest gadgets.

The sheer number of children made things chaotic, but Ross had anticipated that.

With a casual flick of his fingers, his undead bodyguards materialized, their imposing figures blending seamlessly with the crowd as they assisted in keeping everything under control.

By the time they returned, the sun had long set, and exhaustion had settled over the kids.

But it was a good kind of exhaustion—the kind that came from a day filled with joy and excitement.

As Faith watched the children stumble into their rooms with smiles still lingering on their faces, she turned to Ross, her eyes filled with something deeper than admiration.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

Ross smirked. “I don’t accept thank-yous, my dear.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he pulled her close, his hands firm yet teasing as they settled on her waist.

“I expect something in return for my services,” he murmured, his breath warm against her lips.

And before she could protest, he kissed her—hot, deep, and possessive.

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As they stumbled toward the bedroom, their lips never parted, their hands roaming each other’s bodies with growing urgency.

Every step left behind a piece of clothing—a jacket slipping from Faith’s shoulders, Ross’s shirt discarded carelessly, shoes kicked aside in their haste.

By the time they reached the bed, they were bare, their skin flush with heat as they pressed against each other.

The mattress dipped beneath them as they fell onto the sheets, bodies entwined.

Their lips met again in a slow, lingering kiss, their breathing heavy and uneven.

Time blurred into sensations—fingers tracing heated skin, lips marking soft gasps, their bodies pressing closer, desperate for more.

Minutes passed before they finally broke apart, both panting for air.

Ross leaned back against the pillows, his dark eyes fixed on Faith, full of heat and something more.

He stretched lazily, exuding confidence, his smirk knowing as he studied her flushed face.

“It’s your turn to make me feel good,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. His hand trailed up her thigh, teasing but firm.

“Suck my cock.”

Faith’s breath caught. She hesitated, her gaze flickering downward.

Did girls really have to do this? The thought made her heart race.

She had always thought of that part of a man’s body as something… dirty.

But then she remembered the way Ross had worshiped her without hesitation, how his mouth had left her trembling beneath him.

The mere memory sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her, making her thighs clench.

Still, doubt lingered.

“Do women really need to do that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ross chuckled, his fingers brushing up her side, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“It’s only fair, don’t you think?” His tone was teasing but firm. Then, sensing her reluctance, he shifted, his expression turning softer—though no less confident.

“But if you need a little help getting comfortable… come here.”

With effortless strength, he guided her, repositioning them so that she straddled him in reverse. A perfect 69!

“This way,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise. “We can both enjoy ourselves.”

The warmth of his breath against her sent a shiver down her spine.

She swallowed hard, her hesitation melting beneath his touch.

That night, Ross taught her everything she needed to know—how to please a man, how to take control, how to embrace the pleasure she could give and receive. And under his patient guidance, Faith learned.

By the time the night ended, she was no longer the same timid girl who had hesitated.

She had discovered a new side of herself, one that Ross had awakened—one that she would never let go of again.