Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 498

Chapter 498: Chapter 498 Exercise
“Go open the door,” Ross said lazily as he made his way to the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes without a hint of concern.

The soft glow from the bedside lamp cast shadows over his sculpted body, highlighting every ridge of muscle as he stretched out, completely unbothered by the sudden interruption.

Amy, still catching her breath from their interrupted moment, raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh? Don’t you need to hide or something?” she asked, folding her arms. If someone saw Ross naked in her room, it would be beyond scandalous.

Ross smirked, utterly unfazed.

“No need. I have a feeling that whoever’s on the other side of that door wants me fully naked too.”

Amy blinked at his confidence, then let out a soft chuckle.

“That’s interesting.”

She wasn’t ignorant of Ross’s plans.

He had made it clear that he intended to take every woman in her family, and given how easily she had succumbed to him, she couldn’t exactly blame them.

But she had thought he’d take his time, play the long game, savor each conquest like a hunter toying with his prey.

So who is it this time?

Diane? she wondered.

That would make sense—her little sister just turned legal. She was beautiful, sweet, innocent and carried herself with an air of youth that Ross would undoubtedly enjoy breaking.

With curiosity simmering inside her, Amy turned and pulled the door open.

Her breath caught in surprise.

“It’s you?” she blurted out, blinking in disbelief.

She had expected Ross to build up to his ultimate goal, to work his way through the women of the family with patience and precision.

But instead, he had gone straight for the head, claiming his prize in one decisive strike.

Sandra stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable.

There was no hesitation in her movements as she stepped inside, quietly pushing the door shut behind her and turning the lock with a soft click.

Sandra received a text from Ross to come and so here she was.

Amy’s pulse quickened.

Sandra’s eyes flickered between her and Ross, as if gauging the situation, then she finally spoke.

“Why aren’t you angry?”

Amy said nothing.

That silence, that lack of reaction, made Sandra stiffen.

She had come here expecting a confrontation, maybe even a fight.

But instead, Amy’s calm demeanor unsettled her far more than screaming ever could.

Realization crept into Sandra’s eyes.

“So you knew…” she whispered, taking a slow step forward.

Amy tilted her head, watching her carefully. A small, knowing smile played at her lips, but she still didn’t speak.

Sandra’s stomach twisted.

This wasn’t a confrontation.

This wasn’t about guilt or betrayal.

She had just walked straight into Ross’s web—just like Amy had before her.

Ross, still lounging on the bed like a king awaiting his next meal, let out a low chuckle.

Sandra swallowed hard, her fingers twitching at her sides.

Every rational thought in her head told her to turn around, to leave before it was too late.

But the warmth pooling between her thighs told a different story.

And Ross knew it.

“All right, girls. You’ve got all the time in the world to talk later. Right now, I want you here,” Ross said, spreading his legs wide. Even a fool wouldn’t mistake what he wanted from the sisters.

Amy shot Sandra a smirk.

“You’re lucky.” Then, without hesitation, she raced toward Ross, dropping to her knees before him.

In one swift motion, she took his thick, heavy cock into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she moaned in satisfaction.

Sandra watched for a moment, her breath hitching as heat pooled low in her belly.

“I know,” she murmured, before following her little sister’s lead.

She knelt beside Amy, but instead of going for Ross’s cock, her lips trailed lower, brushing against the velvety skin of his balls.

With slow, deliberate movements, she flicked her tongue across them, lapping at them with a mixture of worship and expertise.

The sensation made Ross groan in pleasure, his hand sliding into Amy’s hair as he tilted his head back in pure satisfaction.

His grin widened as his eyes flickered toward the door. With a simple thought, he unlocked it.

He wasn’t done.

There were more women in this house—more women he intended to claim before this trip was over. And he had no intention of wasting time.

***

Knock

Knock

Knock

“Are you inside, sis?” Diane called, rapping lightly on Sandra’s door. She waited for a few moments, listening for movement.

Nothing.

She wanted to come talk about boys with her big sister since she could not openly talk about it in front of her parents earlier.

Frowning, she tried the doorknob—it turned easily in her hand.

The door swung open with a soft creak, revealing a neatly arranged but completely empty room.

“That’s strange,” Diane murmured to herself.

Sandra wasn’t the type to leave without saying something, especially this late at night.

A sense of unease stirred within her as she stepped back into the dimly lit hallway.

Maybe Amy knew where she was.

Diane turned toward her younger sister’s room and walked briskly, her steps barely making a sound on the wooden floor. She knocked twice.

“Amy?”

Silence.

She tried the door. It, too, was unlocked. Pushing it open, she found another empty room.

The bed was still made, untouched since earlier in the evening.

Diane’s unease deepened.

Where the hell are they?

Her eyes flicked toward the far end of the hall.

Ross’s room.

The thought sent an inexplicable shiver down her spine.

Ross had been the center of attention ever since he arrived.

He carried himself with an air of effortless dominance, drawing people in like moths to a flame.

Amy had been practically glued to him since they arrived, and Sandra… well, Sandra had been acting a little off lately.

Could they both be with him?

Diane hesitated for a moment before making her way toward one of the guest rooms where Ross had been staying.