Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 508

Chapter 508: Chapter 508 Sponge
“Did you hear that, boys? Adele’s just confirmed how small her husband’s equipment is. Now I’m even more excited to see that tight, pink, married pussy of yours stretch around this rich kid’s cock!” His words were a twisted, perverse compliment, a further degradation of her situation.

Adele, her body trembling, her mind racing, grasped Ross’s massive length.

She worked her way around it, her fingers gently tracing the swollen head, coaxing the organ until it was slick with a mixture of her own pre-lubricated juices and the residue of Ross’s arousal.

Her body, taut with tension, her senses focused on the task at hand, and with a slow, deliberate movement, she began to lower herself onto the cock.

The air in the room crackled with a palpable tension. Every move, every hesitation, magnified by the oppressive silence.

The anticipation was almost unbearable.

Her eyes, though downcast, held a flicker of defiance, a silent vow to endure.

“Hahhhh…”

“Hahhhh…”

“Hahhhhh…” Adele’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as she fought to steady herself.

The place felt suffocating, the air heavy with tension and the weight of countless eyes fixed on her.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to distract herself from the overwhelming sensation coursing through her.

Every movement sent a jolt through her, and she bit down hard on her lower lip to stifle a cry.

Ross, towering and unyielding, seemed almost indifferent to her struggle.

In truth, he was merely trying to look as if he was not enjoying Adele’s tight pussy around his cock.

His focus was unwavering, his expression cold and detached, as though he were merely carrying out a task.

The contrast between his calm demeanor and Adele’s visible distress only heightened the unease in the peaceful lake side they were on.

The onlookers stood in stunned silence, their faces a mix of shock, curiosity, and, in some cases, dark fascination.

No one dared to speak, the only sounds being Adele’s ragged breathing and the faint creak of the rocks under shifting feet.

Steven, Adele’s husband, strained against the ropes that bound him to the chair.

His face was a mask of anguish, his eyes darting frantically between Adele and Ross.

He tugged at his restraints, his wrists raw and bleeding, but it was no use.

He was powerless, forced to watch as his wife endured the unimaginable.

“Look at him,” the leader sneered, breaking the silence.

His voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife.

He gestured toward Steven, his lips curling into a cruel smile.

“Pathetic. Can’t even protect his own wife.”

The others chuckled nervously, their laughter tinged with unease.

They shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Steven’s gaze as though ashamed of their own complicity.

More than that, they don’t want to be in Steven’s seat at this moment.

The leader stepped closer to Steven, his boots echoing on the rocky surface of the lake.

He leaned down, his face inches from Steven’s, and spoke in a low, mocking tone.

“You want a better view, don’t you? Can’t have you missing out on the show.”

With a snap of his fingers, two of his men moved forward.

They grabbed Steven’s chair and dragged it to the center of where the action was happening, positioning him directly in front of the scene.

Steven’s heart pounded in his chest, his stomach churning as he was forced to confront the full extent of what was happening.

Adele’s eyes met Steven’s for a brief moment, and in that instant, a thousand unspoken words passed between them.

Her gaze was filled with pain, fear, and a desperate plea for forgiveness.

Steven’s heart shattered as he realized how utterly helpless he was to protect her.

The leader prowled around Steven like a predator, his eyes gleaming with malice, savoring his prey’s torment.

“This is what happens when you go out into the real world thinking it’s also going to be rainbows and butterflies all the time,” he said, his voice dripping with venom.

“You’re a weak man, Steven. You can’t even protect your wife’s pussy and your daughters will be next. Hahaha!” The leader roared in laughter.

Steven’s mind raced, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of anger, guilt, and despair.

He wanted to scream, to lash out, to do anything to stop what was happening.

But he was trapped, both physically and emotionally, forced to bear witness to the nightmare unfolding before him.

Meanwhile, Adele was suffering in silence.

Adele’s body shuddered as she tried to steady herself, her resolve wavering under the weight of the pain and humiliation.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the world around her, but the sounds and sensations were inescapable.

Every second felt like an eternity, each moment stretching out endlessly.

The leader’s voice cut through the silence once more, cold and unrelenting.

“Remember this,” he said, his words directed at Steven but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Remember what happens when you try to constantly live in your fantasy world. Walk long enough and eventually, you’ll step on shit and cry. Hahaha!” The leader laughed in his own twisted humor.

Steven’s vision blurred as tears filled his eyes. He wanted to look away, to shut out the horror, but he couldn’t.

He owed it to Adele to bear witness, to share in her suffering even if he couldn’t stop it.

The scene seemed to close in around them, the wind pressing closer with every passing second.

The tension was palpable, a living, breathing entity that threatened to consume them all.

And through it all, Adele endured, her strength and resilience a silent desire to her will to survive.

Adele’s mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—fear, pain, determination, and a strange, almost surreal detachment.

She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears, a rhythmic thud that seemed to drown out the noise around her.

Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alight with a searing intensity that threatened to overwhelm her.