Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 516

Chapter 516: Chapter 516 Cheese
“What are my things doing here, Ross?” Sandra asked, her voice sharp with confusion.

She had barely stepped into the hotel room when she spotted her entire streaming setup—camera, microphone, lighting—perfectly arranged as if she were about to go live.

Her stomach twisted at the sight. She had never brought any of this equipment here, so how did it end up in this place?

But what truly sent a shiver down her spine was the bed.

Scattered across the pristine white sheets were ropes, candles, and an assortment of unfamiliar objects—things that looked like they belonged in some kind of ritual or a scene from a movie she had no desire to be a part of.

Her pulse quickened.

She had never seen such things in person before, let alone expected to find them waiting for her.

She turned to Ross, demanding answers with her wide, questioning eyes.

He merely chuckled, his lips curling into an amused smirk.

“Since you love being famous, I’ll make you even more famous—for one night. But under a different persona.”

The way he said it sent an uneasy chill down her spine, but before she could fully process his words, Ross began undressing.

Without hesitation, he peeled off his clothes piece by piece, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

Sandra’s breath hitched.

By the time he was completely naked, she could only stand there, frozen, her heart pounding in her chest.

Then, as if it were an afterthought, he reached for the demon mask sitting on the table and placed it inside the hotel room’s safe, securing it with a soft click.

Only then did he turn to her. His gaze, dark with expectation, locked onto hers.

“Come on, Sandra. You said you’d do anything for me. Or was that just talk?” His voice was smooth, coaxing.

“Undress—and put on the mask.”

Sandra’s throat felt dry.

A war raged inside her, hesitation clashing against something deeper—something she didn’t want to name.

Her rational mind screamed at her to turn around, to leave, to question everything.

And yet… there was another part of her, a part that had been drawn to Ross from the very beginning, that urged her forward.

Seconds passed.

Then, finally, her hands moved.

Slowly, as if testing the weight of her own decisions, she began to strip.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she removed each article of clothing, but she didn’t stop.

Piece by piece, she shed her layers, until she stood as exposed as Ross, her body bare except for the mask that would soon conceal her identity.

When she lifted it, the cool surface pressed against her skin like a final seal—locking her into whatever was about to happen next.

Her body was so delicious to look at that Ross instantly got hard simply by just looking at Sandra’s ripe body.

“Time for the show to begin.” Ross said smiling behind his mask.

***

“This is Sandra Campbell, and I have the latest gossip on Ross Oakley.” Her voice came through the live feed, calm and composed, though there was a slight edge to it that piqued the curiosity of her viewers.

“I’ve obtained an exclusive video from a trusted source—one that shows Ross Oakley engaging in what I can only describe as… dark love with a woman.”

Her eyes briefly flickered to the side, hinting at something darker before continuing.

“Please, viewers, watch with discretion. The contents of this video may be too much for some to digest.”

As her face filled the screen, the familiar image of Sandra on her usual broadcast was replaced with something far more intimate.

The feed cut to a video—an explicit one—showing a man and a woman, both naked, their identities concealed behind matching demon masks.

At first glance, the viewers believed they were watching a recording.

But they weren’t.

It was live.

Sandra’s stomach turned, and her breath caught in her throat as the realization sank in.

This wasn’t something she had prepared.

She hadn’t uploaded this video or authorized it to be shared. It was happening in real-time.

She turned slowly to Ross, who was standing nearby, his expression unreadable as he observed the live stream unfold.

Her voice came out a little more strained than she intended.

“How… how are you doing this?”

Her mind raced. She had never seen technology like this before—something so advanced, so invasive.

“I didn’t—I didn’t approve this feed. I didn’t start the stream!”

Ross’s lips curled into a knowing smirk.

He was unfazed, the look in his eyes playful, as though everything that was happening was just part of the game.

“It’s new tech, Sandra. Not available to the general public yet.” His voice was smooth, matter-of-fact, as though explaining something trivial.

“But don’t worry about that. We’ve got far more interesting things to focus on, don’t we?”

Sandra’s heart raced as she tried to comprehend what was happening. The eerie calmness in Ross’s demeanor sent a shiver through her.

She couldn’t understand how he had gained access to such technology—or why he seemed so unconcerned about the chaos it might unleash.

Before she could respond, Ross stepped closer, the faintest grin curling at the corner of his lips.

The man was unfathomably calm as he reached for the ropes he had laid out earlier, his movements deliberate, controlled.

“I think it’s time we get started, don’t you?” he mused.

Sandra’s body tensed in instinctive resistance, but there was a weight to his presence, a command in his voice that made her pause.

Her eyes flickered toward the screen, and she realized with sudden clarity that this was no longer in her control. She was now part of something larger, something more dangerous.

Her hands trembled as Ross moved in, his fingers brushing her skin as he began to tie her wrists.

The ropes felt cold against her skin, each knot tied with care, as though every movement was part of a meticulously planned performance.

Sandra felt the tension in the room build, a heavy anticipation hanging in the air as the ropes tightened around her.