Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 687 Status

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Ross held them close after each encounter, never rushing, never pulling away.

His arms became a sanctuary, his voice a balm as he whispered how much he loved them, how beautiful they were, how lucky he felt every single day.

They clung to those words, wrapping themselves in them like the soft blankets they draped over their bodies in between each shared moment.

And his wives loved him back with equal intensity.

They praised his strength, his tenderness, his unwavering care—not just as a lover, but as a man, a father, a partner. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

They touched him not just to spark pleasure, but to remind him that he was theirs, body and soul.

By the time the week ended, they lay together in the master bedroom, limbs entwined, skin flushed, the scent of their love still lingering in the air like incense.

The windows were open, the wind soft, the world quiet. A moment of stillness finally arrived.

No one spoke for a long while. There was no need.

Their bodies told the story—of joy, of unity, of love that went deeper than words.

A love reaffirmed not just in passion, but in presence.

And Ross, in the center of it all, smiled.

He knew this week would stay with them forever.

***

One year came and went, and in the blink of an eye, it was already 2036.

Time seemed to move faster when life was full—and for Ross, the past twelve months had been nothing short of extraordinary.

It was the year his already large family grew even larger.

With the arrival of thirty more newborns, he now had thirty-six children, each one a precious piece of his heart.

To most people, the idea of raising thirty-six children sounded impossible—absurd, even.

But to Ross, it was a blessing beyond measure.

Every morning, he woke to the sound of his home alive with energy: the soft wails of babies echoing down the long marble corridors, the rustle of little bodies being tended to, the lullabies playing gently in nurseries.

Some nights were sleepless, others chaotic, but Ross embraced it all with open arms.

His mansion, a vast estate nestled in a private countryside, had been transformed into something like a palace for children.

Every wing had its own nursery suite, each one equipped with state-of-the-art technology, toys, cribs, and play areas.

Colorful mobiles dangled from the ceilings, and plush rugs lined the floors for crawling infants and unsteady toddlers.

The air smelled faintly of baby lotion and warm milk, a scent Ross now associated with comfort.

Despite the scale, nothing ever felt impersonal.

Ross was deeply involved in his children’s lives.

He held them, bathed them, sang to them—even if sometimes he mixed up a name or two in his exhaustion.

He knew which baby liked to be rocked and which one hated baths.

He memorized feeding schedules, teething milestones, and the feel of each tiny hand curled around his finger.

He knew, of course, he couldn’t do it alone. And he didn’t try to.

Ross was a planner—a provider.

He believed in building a life not just with love, but with intention and support.

For every child, he hired three pairs of professional nannies, rotating teams that worked in shifts to ensure round-the-clock care.

These weren’t just any caregivers—they were handpicked, trained in early childhood development, CPR-certified, multilingual, and deeply nurturing.

Each nanny was part of a larger system that ran like a well-oiled machine.

Even with the nannies and house staff, Ross never let himself become distant.

He didn’t want to be the kind of father who only visited his kids between meetings or stayed behind a locked office door.

Every day, no matter how busy his schedule, he made time to check on his children—holding them close, reading to them, or just sitting in a nursery chair as they napped on his chest.

He believed that no amount of help could replace presence.

The grandparents, too, played a role.

His wives’ parents often came to visit and stayed for weeks at a time.

They adored the babies and helped where they could, offering guidance and sharing stories from their own parenting days.

But Ross never allowed them to become burdened by responsibility.

He appreciated their help but made it clear they were there to enjoy, not to labor.

He also never placed too much on his wives’ shoulders.

Though many of them wanted to be hands-on mothers—and were—Ross made sure they had choices.

They were not bound to sleepless nights unless they chose to be.

They had access to time for themselves, for each other, and for pursuing their interests and passions.

Whether they wanted to stay by the children’s side all day or simply visit when they had energy to spare, Ross supported them either way.

And in the rare quiet moments, when the babies were asleep and the house dimmed for the night, Ross would walk the halls with a sense of wonder.

He would peek into the nurseries, watch over the soft rise and fall of tiny chests, and feel the overwhelming warmth of love and legacy.

He knew this time would pass quickly.

Soon, their cries would turn into words, those soft footsteps into sprints, and eventually, one by one, they would begin their journeys into the world.

But for now, in this fleeting season, he had them all under one roof. And it was everything.

He didn’t just feel like a father.

He felt like the heart of a living dream—one he never wanted to wake from.

Ross’s physical needs didn’t go neglected either.

While his wives were still recovering from childbirth—some adjusting to motherhood, others taking the time to rest and heal—Ross found comfort and passion in the arms of several other women.

There were seven, to be exact. Some were known to his wives, part of open understandings and quiet agreements.

Others remained secret, their relationships hidden in the shadows, wrapped in layers of flirtation, discretion, and stolen moments.

He didn’t push for full transparency. Not yet. The mystery, the thrill of secrecy, added a kind of fire that made every encounter feel electric.

The unspoken tension, the careful navigation of boundaries, and the risk of discovery only heightened the excitement between Ross and these other women.

For now, they were enough.

Each of them brought something different—adventure, sweetness, challenge, novelty—and together, they fulfilled the part of Ross’s life that still craved connection and pleasure during this unique chapter of fatherhood.

He wasn’t reckless, though.

He was careful, respectful, and ensured that nothing disrupted the harmony of his home.

It wasn’t forever—just for now, while the women he loved most were healing, and while he managed the balance between responsibility and desire.

And in the quiet spaces between it all, Ross reminded himself: every chapter had its purpose, and this one was no exception.

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